"Hehe, haha."

When the old man leaned over to worship, the boy with pink makeup on the drawing paper suddenly blinked, and a naughty laughter came to his ears.

The drawing paper is automatically pressed tightly on the little man tied to the paper behind. The boy in the painting slowly falls off the drawing paper like a print, and prints it steadily on the paper man.

"upbraid!"

The paper man seemed to come alive, his face exactly the same as the boy on the painting.

He was wearing a red belly and a thorny head, and he looked very pink and tender.

It turned its head casually and shook its butt, and then turned to the old man. While looking at him wantonly, a sound like paper rubbing sounded in his heart.

"What's the matter if you call me to come to the world?"

The old man bent down and immediately lowered his body, "The ordinary man dares to ask the third prince Linfan to help me catch this yellow snake."

In the reply, there is indescribable sincerity and respect in the words.

This is not to be disrespectful. As the saying goes, it is easy to invite God and it is difficult to send God. These "great gods and little immortals" formed by the temporary gathering of incense on earth are not easy to get along with. If one is not well served, he may be entangled by "them". It will be difficult to deal with at that time. I don't know how much price it will cost to send these men away.

Therefore, his posture is becoming more and more sincere. The "third prince" in front of him seems to be very satisfied with his attitude. He glanced at the yellow snake that was constantly playing hide-and-seek with the monk Jin in the boiling oil, and hummed disdainfully.

"It's just a little snake, let's look at the methods of this prince."

It turned around and snatched the blood-stained cloth belt from the old man's hand, and casually passed it through his back, wrapped it around his pink arms, and then jumped,

Stepping on the lotus made of paper, he looked unruly, and looked at the yellow snake shaking in the boiling oil from afar, and directly killed him.

The lotus seat kept spinning from the air. In the blink of an eye, the paper man flew over the oil pan. It looked down and jumped out of the air. It plunged into the boiling oil and swam happily.

The hot boiling oil emitted terrifying heat, but the paper man seemed to have not noticed it. The faint white light emitted around his body separated the hot oil steadily and played in the oil pan.

Paper man is like a naughty child who is getting into the water, wandering around and playing around, and from time to time he will make faces at the people around him, playing very happily, forgetting all the important things he originally wanted to do, and seeing that the old man on the stone platform was anxious and kept spinning around the place.

"Little ancestor! Go and catch the keys! This body can't last for too long!"

As his prayers were heard, the paper man seemed to have had enough fun and started to do something. With a loud bang, it burst out boiling oil and stepped on the lotus seat floating on the oily surface.

"Haha, little snake is about to stop obediently, otherwise I will be careful that this prince will peel you and get cramps."

The yellow snake that was hiding from the fishing of Monk Jin naturally ignored it and swam rapidly in the boiling oil, neither leaving the sight of everyone on the stone platform nor allowing them to easily catch themselves.

The paper man didn't know this. When he saw the yellow snake in the boiling oil ignored him, anger surged up involuntarily.

The true spirit attached to the paper man is composed of the incense thoughts of sentient beings, and his personality is

The old man looked at Zhang Jiao who suddenly appeared in front of him and grinned, "By the way, I almost forgot to thank you, my friend, thank you just now."

Amid the thanks, he inserted the key in his hand into the lock head that was tied to the chain on his body. With a crisp sound, the lock opened in response to the sound.

The old man took the opportunity to pull out the key, looked at Zhang Jiao who was walking in front of him, and suddenly smiled and held the key in his hand in his palm.

"But I still have something to say to you, young people, don't do it so obviously next time you do things. The old man's bean soldier has been sacrificing for a long time."

The old man did not move, raised his hand back, and the key in his palm drew straight across a parabola and fell into the boiling oil again.

He stood on the edge of the stone platform and said proudly, "But I still have to thank you."

However, Zhang Jiao in front of him was not angry at all. He looked at the old man quietly, with a smile on his lips, and replied quietly, "Yes, I really want to thank you, old man."

As Zhang Jiao's words fell, the phantom in front of the old man's eyes shook, as if a layer of gauze was lifted open.

There were no chains on Zhang Jiao in front of him, but the chains on his own were still firmly on his body.

The old man looked at Zhang Jiao's figure gradually becoming illusory in disbelief, almost swallowing it in one breath.

"You, you, you."

Before he could say a word, behind him, a Buddha's name suddenly rang out.

"My Buddha is merciful. Thank you for your kindness. The old monk is ashamed of his leadership."

In the boiling oil behind him, the old monk, who was like a Vajra Arhat, grabbed the key he threw out, and opened the chain on his body while thanking him sincerely.

"You, you, you, me..."

The old man looked at the two figures who disappeared into the oil pan one after another in anger, and finally a breath of turbid air came out.

"It's so angry that I'm so angry."

But before he could vent his entire vent, a kappa head suddenly appeared in the place where Zhang Jiao disappeared. Its red eyes stared at the old man with tears in his face, and made a strange scream and rushed over.

On the other side.

As the burning heat and smell of oil smoke disappeared, Zhang Jiao and the old monk suddenly appeared in a new place one after another.

A white and cold light suddenly appeared in front of them, and the light was even more eye-opening.

The coldness of the coldness is like the cutting of flesh on the edge of a knife, constantly coming from the whole body, as if it will be cut off by thousands of swords and tens of thousands of feet when it moves.

Zhang Jiao subconsciously narrowed his eyes. He smelled the unique fishy smell of iron tools and slightly raised his head and looked forward.

In front of him, a mountain composed of countless sharp blades appeared in front of him, hundreds of broken bone corpses scattered below the peak, none of which was complete.

Just as the two looked around, the ghost judge wearing a green robe suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Congratulations to the two mages for entering the second level."
Chapter completed!