Chapter 1861： Gumantong

"The other door is left!"

Zhang Xiaofan sneered, his steps sprinting forward like a phantom.

The body sank suddenly, and then it leapt like a white crane to hang its wings.

And the thousands of purple and black silk threads, like a river rolling from Zhang Xiaofan's feet.

"Heads down-!!!"

The silver-haired old man's eyes flashed cold and his hands changed.

"Uh-!!!!"

The purple and black silk thread flowing from under Zhang Xiaofan's feet seemed to be responding to the call of the master, as if suddenly given life and wisdom.

A jerking jerks directly into the air, turning into inextricable.

In an instant, it was menacingly strangling towards Zhang Xiaofan in the air!

"boom--!"

Zhang Xiaofan banged heavily on the purple-black silk thread.

"Uh-!!!!"

The purple-black silk thread seems to live.

Directly at the moment when Zhang Xiaofan's fist wind was about to come over, he was wrapped around Zhang Xiaofan's arm like a snake.

At the same time, the other wrist was tangled up by this purple-black silk thread!

"嗖 ... 嗖 ... 嗖 ..."

Among the poisonous puppets, the grinning laughter of the silver-haired old man sounded again.

He held the hand of the blue and white porcelain bottle loose, and the porcelain bottle fell down, and was directly broken into pieces of porcelain on the ground.

And at this moment, I saw that Gu Mantong lying behind the old man seemed to be stimulated.

Suddenly the sky shouted!

The silk thread sprayed out of his mouth is like Wanchuan returning to the sea, covering the sky.

It's just a matter of time and effort.

Suddenly Zhang Xiaofan entangled with this thread in the air was tied tightly like Bao Zi.

"Zhang Xiaofan is already a young man with five vitality and strength, and is a hero of great consummation."

"In the end, this is still not planted in the old man's Nanyang Mystery: Ghost Mantong's hands!"

Talking, the silver-haired old man's handwriting changed.

As I can see, the purple and black silk threads that are still wandering back and forth in the air are also following at this moment.

Directly approached Zhang Xiaofan, who was bound into a mule in the air, so that he could not move at all.

"ended--!"

The corner of the silver-haired old man's mouth set off a icy arc, and said, "So easy to do?"

"I really don't know how old Liu Liu and the Iron Tower were at the time. How did the two of them get planted in your hands?"

"It's really wasteful. I actually need Li Guofu to take it myself!"

During the talk, Li Guofu stepped forward, and deep in his eyes was full of drama.

He took a step and walked towards Zhang Xiaofan, who was already bound by his own purple-black silk thread.

Then he sneered, and said, "How do you say that you are also an orthodox cultivator? The magnificent true body in my body is exactly the best nourishment for my Gumantong."

"The silk threads that these Gumantongs turned into injustices before they died will bind you tightly until they squeeze the last real element in the body!"

At this moment, Li Guofu is like a winner.

He stood alone on the top of the mountain and looked down at the loser at his feet. What kind of pride was in his heart?

However, in the opinion of Li Guofu, he still looks too high on Zhang Xiaofan ...