I have a passive skill.

Under the "ban on arms", how could the storyteller use it?

"Hee hee, who doesn't have a hole card?"

The storyteller laughed, and inserted one hand into the left chest of the original storyteller, digging out a still beating heart.

Subsequently.

He crushed it with one hand, and took out a golden elixir hidden in it.

Lingyuan was shocked.

The original wax sealed on the golden elixir just fell off.

The storyteller swallowed the pill in one gulp.

In an instant, the breath on his body soared.

"The original book world!"

He clasped his hands together and yelled.

"Om-"

In an instant, the sky and the earth trembled.

The space where the three of them lived seemed to have turned into an ancient book that had been blown apart earlier.

The gray fog man who only had time to speed up and wanted to rush out of this world suddenly found that he seemed to rush into a two-dimensional world from a three-dimensional space.

He felt that everything was flat!

"What the hell!"

roared in shock.

At this moment, the gray mist panicked.

This kind of weird spatial method can be said to be the most feared by any spiritual master, including ghosts and beasts.

Rather.

The storyteller's ability is not only a strange form of space means, it is even more difficult to deal with than ordinary space power.

"Break it for me!"

The gray fog man punched out, trying to smash the two-dimensional space that bound him.

But two dimensions are two dimensions.

In a two-dimensional world with only one side, the punch that should have been thrown forward turned into a straight line upward.

The spiritual energy that should have been shot at a right angle to the space barrier turned into pouring into the blank space ahead.

Like ink spilled on a page.

The gray mist man punched out, and the blank space of the empty paper was filled with sealing mist.

Then, nothing else!

The vigil was rocked.

He watched as the page of Void slowly turned over.

And no matter how much the gray mist people inside fight, they are powerless.

Until the entire space page was dyed gray by the sealing mist.

In the screen, the extremely cunning sealed ghost is no longer seen.

"Holy Slave, the seventh in command..."

The night watchman sighed.

He finally understood that these rankings were not fake.

Such a strange ability.

Not to mention the gray mist man, I am afraid that even if he is sealed in for the night watch, he may not be able to escape.

"It's done!"

The storyteller pinched his orchid fingers, and pinched his elbows to his ribs in excitement.

In the next second, the arms that were loosened again pulled out two long streaks of mucus from the body.

His whole face turned pale.

"Yuck~"

He retched.

The storyteller pulled out the space ring on the finger of the former storyteller.

Afterwards, Lingyuan was shocked, and after the mucus on his body was completely blown away, he took out a brand-new red dress from the ring and put it on himself, which relieved the embarrassment of Lingyuan covering his body.

"Whoosh."

Fingerprint a pinch.

The empty and huge space paper becomes smaller again.

Finally, it fell gracefully and came into the hands of the storyteller.

A palm-sized piece of paper.

Imprisoning the sealed ghost beast that played the red-clothed vigil once again.

The sealing mist that flows on the screen at that moment is like the biggest mockery, declaring who is the ultimate winner.

"Xiaomian, do you still want to escape from other people's palms?"

The storyteller smiled coquettishly and stuffed the paper to his chest.

This kind of space-type treasure cannot overlap with the space ring.

Otherwise, an unstable situation will easily trigger a chain reaction.

At that time, let alone space paper.

I'm afraid that even his space ring, including all the treasures inside, will dissipate in the space shatter.

"Hee hee, Little Hongyi, what else do you want to say?"

The storyteller stepped forward with a smile on his face, stopped in front of the watchman, bent down, and asked jokingly.

"How did you do it?"

Vigil asked in a low voice.

He felt that he had won the battle...

Total mess!

No wonder he was not suitable to be the leader of the red team.

It's no wonder that every time this kind of encirclement and suppression of ghosts and beasts and terrorist forces in the mainland has to be led by a person who doesn't seem to have outstanding strength, but must be smart.

No wonder Lan Ling let himself discover the ghost beast. No matter what the situation is, don't be impulsive. You must wait until someone comes to support you before you can act...

Mistake!

He looked up at the sky feebly, finally willing to face the reality.

"How did you do it……"

The storyteller repeated a sentence, and smiled: "Didn't they tell you? Before the 'Forbidden Martial Arts Order', the space of ancient books has been broken, and everything has been released."

"All?"

Vigil was keenly aware of this word again.

He suddenly understood something.

"That's right!"

The storyteller snapped his fingers proudly, "The 'all' people say is not just those two guys."

"More importantly, take out the spiritual energy that inspired my second incarnation."

"In the ancient book space, not only people and ghosts can be stored~"

He said, suddenly smiled, shook his head and sighed.

"Well, people didn't really have expectations."

"Because even if this energy is released, I have no chance to absorb it if the 'ban on arms' is issued."

"But unexpectedly, your attention was completely attracted by those two guys."

"I even interrupted my absorption in the middle, and I haven't found any abnormalities yet."

"Tsk tsk, this brain..."

The storyteller patted his chest and spoke with lingering fear.

Vigil's body froze, "So, you hid in the ice layer to absorb the spiritual energy when you were just frozen, and finally successfully unsealed?"

"Cong..."

The storyteller was about to admire immediately, but his voice froze: "It's so late to realize, people can't praise you as 'smart', hee hee."

"clever!"

On the contrary, Vigil gave a compliment without hesitation, and continued to ask: "Then, that elixir hidden in your heart..."

"Did you delay?"

The storyteller's expression turned cold suddenly, and he interrupted directly.

Vigil felt the "black death imprint" in his body that was almost completely wiped out, and he could use part of his spiritual energy now.

"Yes."

Without hesitation, Shou Ye also smiled: "Even if the old man doesn't waste time, if you think about it, the elixir is just your emergency measure."

"You, do you still have the strength to fight the old man?"

The storyteller stretched his waist: "I don't have so much energy to play with you, an old bone, it's not fun at all, but that little brother..."

He glanced regretfully in the direction where Xu Xiaoshou was fleeing, and his heart was full of regret.

A little guy who was just sealed into the ancient book space incidentally by himself, can actually get the "Three Days of Freezing Calamity" under the suppression of the sealed ghost beast!

This is beyond the imagination of the storyteller.

But that's what it is.

Coupled with the crazy words that the kid said in the ice layer earlier.

"My ambition is not in Tiansang, but in the Five Regions..."

The storyteller murmured softly, feeling his heart beating wildly.

God knows.

At that time, he almost burst out of the ice in excitement.

Fortunately, reason forcibly suppressed lust.

For the sake of the task, the storyteller finally restrained his impulse, and chose to keep his own pace and absorb the spiritual energy.

What my brother said was that he didn't find it.

But such a heart-thumping little brother appeared in front of him, but he was unable to bring him back to the "Holy Slave", which really made people sigh.

"It's a pity, if the little brother can leave later, maybe he will choose to go with him..."

"Walk?"

Watching the night laughed when he heard the words: "Do you think he can refuse even the red clothes and will go with you?"

The storyteller rolled his eyes at the old man in front of him: "He went with you to go back and suffer, so naturally he refused; but it's different from others..."

As he said, he cupped his cheeks with both hands, and there was a look of longing in his eyes: "That's to enjoy the blessing!"

"Alas!"

Goosebumps immediately went up all over the vigil.