At the same time, countless sparks splashed out, a small amount of blood was also mixed in.
However, the pair of thin wings of the dead bird actually played the role of exclusive armor at this time.
When it raised its arm, its entire upper body, including its head, was completely blocked inside.
Ling Mo's materialized attack suddenly had little effect. Every hit was like hitting a steel plate. Not only did it not have much effect, but it also made his head dizzy.
"Hahahaha!"
The dead bird maintained the posture of holding its head, a series of mocking and strange laughter came out of its mouth.
Looking at this jumping up and down human being obviously made the dead bird feel very happy.
Its attitude was more like it was looking for fun, rather than being in a hurry to eat.
However, this feeling of being played like a mouse, Ling Mo did not like it.
Just two seconds later, the ear-piercing laughter of the dead bird stopped abruptly, and was replaced by a scream, "Ah!"
At the same time, its body suddenly swayed, and its two arms hung down uncontrollably.
Almost as soon as it revealed its face, a large number of flames exploded on its face.
This scene, it was as if someone directly threw fireworks that were about to explode directly on its face.
"Being laughed at by a bird, how can I tolerate that?"
Ling Mo's face was pale, and he snorted coldly.
The materialized tentacles could not break the thin film, but the invisible spiritual energy could.
The spiritual light of the dead bird was difficult to break, but as long as one could find a flaw, it might not be a solid piece of iron.
For example, just now, Ling Mo keenly captured the moment when the dead bird was not focused enough, and decisively turned the materialized tentacles into pure spiritual energy.
When the large number of spiritual attacks caused the dead bird's behavior to be a little abnormal, a large wave of materialized tentacles that had long been prepared came head-on again.
Twice in a row, and smoothly connected, the dead bird was not only dizzy, but its face was also burning.
It flashed back, quickly retreated about ten meters, and reached out to touch its face.
Looking at the blood on its palm, feeling the burning pain coming from its face, the dead bird's expression suddenly changed.
It suddenly raised its head, and a pair of eyes that were about to fall out of its eye sockets, the corners of its mouth opened to both sides, revealing terrifying white teeth.
"Ahhhhh!"
When the dead bird cried, Ling Mo's attention unconsciously drifted to its throat.
Looking at that trembling tongue, Ling Mo felt that the sound came from the depths of that jet-black throat …
Just the sound alone was enough to make Ling Mo's scalp go numb.
Similar to the screamer, this voice could also have some effects.
Ling Mo felt his legs turn to jelly after hearing two voices.
He tried to move his feet, but to his horror, he found that he couldn't move at all …
"This is bad. Although my willpower can withstand it, I can't control my body …"
And this was under the condition that his physical fitness was quite good. If he was an ordinary person with an ordinary physique, he would probably be kneeling by now.
"My face!"
The bird carcass dug its nails into its hands and scraped down its cheeks, making an ear-piercing scratching sound.
"Your face is like sandpaper. I didn't expect you to care about it."
Ling Mo stiffened his body and said in a natural tone while using the corner of his eyes to glance at his feet.
This situation was difficult to explain. It was probably like some kind of emergency mechanism that the body naturally activated. When it sensed an extremely strong threat, the body would automatically react to protect itself.
For example, restarting after power failure – fainting, or entering hibernation mode – the mind would be blank.
But this kind of situation where the whole body was weak, it was the first time that Ling Mo heard of it …
This wasn't protection, this was a trap!
"Could it be that after exceeding the human body's endurance, the blood vessels would burst and the body would explode because of the sound?"
Ling Mo guessed without any rhyme or reason. His eyes glanced back again.
In just a few seconds, Xiao Bai's huge figure had completely disappeared.
With a slight sense, he knew that they had rushed into the central road.
In a place where there were forks everywhere and zombies could be seen everywhere, with their ability, it wasn't difficult to escape.
The reason why Ye Lian was discovered was obviously because when she was breaking through, her aura completely leaked out.
If she deliberately concealed it, the chances of being discovered would be much smaller.
But if the distance between the two sides wasn't far enough, it was hard to say.
"How much longer can it drag on?"
Ling Mo's palms began to sweat slightly again. He hadn't reached his limit yet, but it was almost there.
Especially now that his body condition wasn't ideal, it was really hard to say how much longer he could hold on.
The dead bird was originally here for food. Although it was curious because of the special "food", it was probably all replaced by anger at this moment.
"Human! You hurt my face! "The dead bird was still screaming angrily.
Its skinny fingers scratched the face that looked like a specimen, coupled with its distorted expression, it was extremely terrifying.
"I am doing justice!"
Ling Mo replied in a righteous manner.
Since he wanted to delay time, then he would completely attract its attention to himself!
Ling Mo's fingers pressed on his thigh, his eyes glanced at his body from time to time, "Hurry up, give me some reaction! Don't stop work at this time, okay? "
Whether this kind of psychological suggestion and self-encouragement would work, Ling Mo wasn't sure.
But it was better than nothing!
If it really didn't work … Ling Mo glanced at his thigh again, his eyes suddenly calmed down a lot.
The dead bird's face was covered in blood, and its anger was stimulated by Ling Mo more and more.
"Justice? Is my face evil? "
The dead bird remembered these two words and used them quite smoothly.
"Yes." Ling Mo nodded.
"Where do you see it evil!" The dead bird bared its teeth and asked.
As it asked, its fingers continued to scratch the skin of its face.
If its sharp claws were placed on someone else's body, that person would probably have no face.
Only the skin of its face could withstand its sharp claws.
Ling Mo listened to the ear-piercing "ka ka" sound, and for a moment, he was speechless.
The dead bird, which looked like a mummy, kept scratching the layer of dry skin on its face while its face was covered in blood …
He should ask where it wasn't evil!
The dead bird had completely lost its patience, and suddenly screamed, and rushed over.
With its speed, in the blink of an eye, Ling Mo saw a shadow rapidly enlarging in front of him.
"Whoosh!"
A gust of wind blew in his face, and from the sound, if he was touched, he would probably become a headless corpse on the spot.
Ling Mo instantly felt a chill in his body, and his heartbeat suddenly stopped.
He couldn't even move his legs!
But just as the shadow was in front of him, Ling Mo had already moved his head sideways, and his whole body suddenly swept backward.
His toes were still on the ground, but his speed was amazing, and in the blink of an eye, he had pulled away.
Without waiting for a pause, he suddenly "jumped" up without warning, and lightly jumped onto the signboard of a shop on the side. After a slight pause, he jumped down and disappeared behind the corner.
The dead bird's attack missed, and in the blink of an eye, there was no trace of Ling Mo, and it suddenly widened its eyes.
But this time, although it was curious, it didn't stop moving.
Ling Mo used his spiritual tentacles to move quickly, and he frowned and glanced behind him.
The shadow was faintly discernible behind him, and it seemed to be getting closer and closer.
"How persistent …"
Ling Mo calculated his current consumption, and the amount of spiritual energy that could still be used safely.
The result was not good. If he maintained this speed, he could at most last ten minutes.
It would be fine if he kept running, but he still had to consider the distance between him and Ye Lian.
In this way, it would be much more difficult to get rid of the dead bird.
"Human, running is useless! Kekekeke … "
The dead bird began to let out ear-piercing laughter again, and the wounds on the soles of its feet and face had automatically stopped bleeding.
But because it was stimulated by the blood, its tone now sounded manic and excited.
"Are you waiting to die if you don't run?"
Ling Mo replied bluntly, but his attention was not diverted.
It was not difficult to use his tentacles to hook objects such as street lights or telephone poles, and then swing himself out.
But to accurately capture the next target while moving at high speed, and to react when he found the target, was not very easy.
Once he was distracted, it would be a tragedy …
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