trick revival

Chapter 15 Your Name
The spear pierced through the back of Cheng Quan's head, his vitality disappeared instantly, and his eyes lost their luster.

The silk threads that broke out from his skin broke off by themselves, leaving countless pitted wounds that made people shudder.

But his eyes moved again, but the dissipation of the corpse spots caused the thick fog to launch a counterattack again. Obviously, Cheng Quan had lost the ability to resist, and when he came back to life again, his eyes were full of confusion, and his eyes were full of numbness. He was about to be completely controlled .

Just when the mist climbed to the bridge of his nose, the accident happened.

The cyan mask dissipated silently, and the figure of Zuo Dao reappeared.

This scene caused Misty to pause for a while, as if the host of the Misty Ceremony had channeled some of his energy over.

Right now, Zuodao is holding a silver cigarette case in one hand and holding it in the other, not knowing what he is hiding.

"Someone has to finish the conversation, right?" He said with a smile on his face.

In exchange, there was only a mocking laughter hidden behind the scenes.

The other party no longer cared about the stupid behavior of Zedao breaking his own defense, and was determined to completely control Cheng Quan, and then go back and deal with him.

However, at this moment.

Behind Cheng Quan, next to the Misty Spear.

A small paper man appeared out of thin air.

It held a paper sword in its hand, swung it vigorously with a little cuteness, and then the dense fog spear broke in response, the little paper man won the blow but did not stop, and the other hand differentiated into a small anthropomorphic palm to grab the broken but Throwing the gun handle on the back of Cheng Quan's head, it twisted its body in the air and pulled it out violently!
Pulling out the broken gun and swaying it in the air, it was all Cheng Quan's body tissue. The little paper man seemed to be determined that Cheng Quan would not die, so all his actions were kept simple and violent.

At the same time, a small paper figure also appeared on Cheng Quan's chest. Its arms were folded together strangely, holding a small pile of crystals in its hands. Seeing that the task of the other small paper figure was completed, it would not be outdone. Shaking, shaking out all the crystals, a message containing many contents is emitted from the small paper figurine.

"The spiritual dust is flying, the two worlds are clear, the sky is free from filth, and the earth is free from demon dust."

In an instant, the spiritual dust crystals swayed towards Cheng Quan exploded and scattered into finer dust covering his whole body.

For a moment, Cheng Quan and the dense fog wrapped around him burned violently at the same time. Due to the angle controlled by the little paper figurine and Cheng Quan's current exposed area, only a small part of Cheng Quan was burned beyond recognition, and the rest were completely different from the package. He reacted violently against Cheng Quan's dense fog.

Not long after the paper spirits appeared one after another, Zuodao also left.

The last paper spirit in his body at this moment stimulated a considerable part of its spiritual accumulation, and provided it to the host's whole body, which temporarily gave Zuo Dao a strong sense of power, a feeling that it was impossible to resist.

But he knew that this was an illusion, and if he really thought so, he could leave an epitaph for himself.

After all, it will come in handy sooner or later.

This power supply is just right, at the critical point that the leftist body can control.

Zuodao's figure flashed, and he ran towards Cheng Quan with all his might.

This series of operations may seem lengthy, but in fact it only happened a few breaths after the spirit shield dissipated and Zuo Dao opened his mouth.

The mastermind of the mist is not stupid, but he miscalculated the method of heresy.

After a series of operations by the two little paper figurines, the behind-the-scenes made a decision to stop the heretics.

At this time, he discovered that the range of the spirit dust swayed had the ability to interfere with his ritual.

In other words, he is temporarily unable to continue to control this area, including erosion.

In a blink of an eye, Zuo Dao came to Cheng Quan's side. The dense fog that had originally surrounded Cheng Quan was now significantly thinner due to mutual consumption with the spirit dust, and Cheng Quan's entire figure could even be seen.

"Is there any energy left? I'll try my best." Zuo Dao looked at Cheng Quan and said suddenly, and when he sprinkled the object he was grabbing with one hand, it was also a handful of spiritual dust crystals, which were sprinkled on the mist to make it thinner.

Seeing this, Cheng Quan let out a low growl, and the corpse spots reappeared, and then black silk threads protruded from his whole body, and then he moved, trying to break free from the dense fog.

Seeing this, although the behind-the-scenes of the dense fog did not say a word, the sound of glass breaking came from all around.

A large amount of gray and white thick fog poured in from the outside like ocean waves.

The other party mobilized more forces and came over.

"Hurry up, if you're slow, I'll see you off first." Zuo Dao said expressionlessly.

At this time, he opened the silver cigarette case, holding one of the cigarettes in the other hand, ready to take it out at any time, while a paper man was holding a paper sword, the blade of the paper sword became longer, and then aimed at Cheng Quan's heart to gain momentum ready to go.

Another paper figurine turned into a void and got into the backpack behind Zuo Dao. Soon the backpack zipper opened by itself, and the little paper figurine floated outside holding a small bottle full of spiritual paper crystals with difficulty.

Finally, just as the sea of ​​fog was about to surge in, Cheng Quan roared in pain again, and he broke free.

Cheng Quan, who broke free, poked out tiny tentacles all over his body, which made him look like a long-haired monster with burns all over his body.

He glanced left and said nothing, and then all the tentacles twisted towards the mist that was left in place after breaking free.

Seeing this, Zuo Dao kept a certain distance from Cheng Quan, and the paper figurine holding a sword floated between the two of them. The paper elf holding a small bottle behind him seemed to have received the order to scatter the dust.

Then, a spirit shield appeared again.

The coming thick fog could only keep beating the spirit shield, but this time it was different from the previous impregnable, probably because the fog ritualists used all their power on the spirit shield, so the outer shell of the spirit shield would dent from time to time , and struggled to recover again.

Inside the spirit hood, Zuo Dao stared at Cheng Quan.

"Name, tell me quickly." Zuo Dao looked at the other party's state and said coldly.

Cheng Quan's behavior at that time, including his words when he was surrounded by thick fog, revealed to Zuodao that he was in a state of being controlled, and they were all means of survival.

Obviously when we first met Cheng Quan, he still had a certain degree of autonomy. He deliberately stimulated Zuo Dao's broken memory to make him aware of the danger, told him to leave quickly, and tipped off the news. In fact, he also succeeded.

But Zuodao deduced that not long after he left the library, Cheng Quan fell into a disadvantage in the physical battle, and the dense fog ritualist might have sensed something was wrong, so he made up for it, and after that, this series of things happened.

And Cheng Quan's brief sobriety during the second struggle seemed to wake up the heretics and let him find a chance to break the game, but in fact, it was telling the leftists at a deeper level that at least he, Cheng Quan, could not be completely suppressed now. Control, otherwise the lips will die and the teeth will be cold.

As for the heretics, Cheng Quan was not disappointed either.

The leftist way took advantage of a gap in information and surprise, distracted the ceremonialists behind the scenes at a critical moment, and successfully let the paper spirit lurk in the past to carry out the "people-hunting plan". Inside, the concealment of the paper spirit is also trustworthy, and the opponent is not invincible.

There is no shadow in Tibet, and its reputation is well-deserved.

Cheng Quan's pitted and charred face looked to the left. Half of his face was expressionless with black eyes, and half of his face was smiling with gray eyes.

"That's right." Cheng Quan was in a daze, and seemed to be in a very unstable state. He covered his forehead with one hand and felt a little painful:

"His name. What's his name?"

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Goofy, sigh.

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