If the enemy dares to cause trouble for you, he must be well-prepared and have found a way to deal with the "Evil Spirits and Evil Techniques".

And this is also his strongest move currently.

It is a move that embodies the power of evil spirits, far beyond ordinary death techniques.

Then——

"Integrate the magical skill Ten Thousand Waters Rushing into the Fei Zang Mizhuan, and let me see what kind of power they can fuse."

Wu Xiaode said.

On the magic wall, the two icons were about to merge, and he suddenly said: "Wait!"

A question mark slowly appeared on the Book of Evil Spirits.

"I'm a bit superstitious... I'll melt it later."

After Wu Xiaode finished speaking, he drew out the butterfly soul knife and stabbed it into his chest.

Become a ghost!

Give yourself Lucky +3!

He spit out a mouthful of blood and said excitedly: "Okay, now let's fuse them!"

On the magic wall.

The two icons moved again, blending into each other.

Waited for a few breaths.

A brand new skill has appeared.

Wu Xiaode looked at the skill description blankly, and took a long time before he let out a breath.

He grabbed a handful of gold coins and slapped it on his chest, while releasing the healing spell, he said to himself:

"It melts well."

"It's obviously my style, but it's more disgusting than me. It really deserves the name of evil spirit."

As he was speaking, he saw two lines of small bronze characters appearing on the Book of Evil Spirits:

"Your substitute doesn't have much blood left."

"Do you allow it to copy your technique and use it once?"

…

the other side.

A dark canyon.

Festus punched "Wu Xiaode" away and let him roll dozens of meters on the ground.

"Why aren't you arrogant?"

He looked at the blood on his fist and said with a look on his face:

"It seems that you also know that this trick has failed on us, and you don't even dare to use it."

Seven or eight of his men rushed forward and held "Wu Xiaode" down.

Although their health bars have also dropped a lot——

But Wu Xiaode's health bar was down to its last trace.

The victory has been decided.

"Then go to hell!"

Festus roared sharply and rushed towards "Wu Xiaode".

Sudden changes occurred——

"Wu Xiaode" seemed to sense something, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I've been waiting there for thousands of years, and it's been too long."

"Fortunately, at the last minute, he finally succeeded."

After saying this, he suddenly disappeared from the crowd's suppression.

Endless black mist emerged from the void and spread rapidly, covering everyone in an instant.

Festus stopped, took a moment, and laughed:

"Hahaha, you were pretending to be a ghost, but in the end it wasn't this trick?"

He took out a small pendant and hung it around his neck.

Others also made the same move.

suddenly.

A gorgeous sedan emerged from the black mist.

There were eight bearers, carrying a bright red and festive sedan, appearing in front of everyone.

"Everyone, what are you doing here?"

"Come with us quickly, otherwise something will happen if you stay here."

The two bearers said hello quickly.

Festus grinned.

As if remembering his embarrassing appearance last time, he said loudly:

"With the soul-soothing pendant given by the saint, you can no longer confuse our minds."

"Get out of here!"

"We will not be fooled again, nor will we follow you to reincarnate."

After saying that, he spit on the ground fiercely.

The men laughed together.

Yes.

With the saint's response method, this trick is no longer useful!

The bearers shook their heads and sighed, then carried the sedan into the black mist and disappeared.

Only one bearer whispered:

"These evildoers."

A few more breaths passed.

The black fog suddenly dispersed.

Festus found that he was surrounded by farmland.

He and his men were stepping on the field, and their feet were covered with half-grown seedlings.

"President, look."

one of his men shouted.

Festus quickly looked in the direction he pointed.

I saw a sign on the ridge of the field:

"Wantfully damaging fields, compensation for nine trillion tons of gold (per person)."
Chapter completed!