Looking at the maze slowly moving again.

Fang Fang finally showed a look of surprise.

"How is that possible! I obviously killed the controller!"

But when he thought about Zhang Luo's dream incident last time, he no longer felt strange.

"Damn it! There are so many freaks in this ghost place!"

This is the first time he has seen a non-destined person who can escape this kind of inevitable death. His ability is similar to Odin's Gangnir in Norse mythology. The moment Gangnir is thrown, it will

It will definitely hit the target and penetrate it. This ability is similar. It is almost a causal weapon.

At the same time, as a heavenly weapon, the bronze sword has the ability to suppress all supernatural forces. Generally speaking, those targeted by it will wait for death. But to use this ability, of course, a huge price is required, that is, the sacrifice of a culprit

Level ghost.

However, people like those in the dream world are almost between existence and non-existence, and they can avoid real death. As long as some things are discarded, such as Zhang Luo losing the memory of the dream world, and because he died in the dream

, the dream also collapsed.

"But!"

Although it was blocked by the wall, Fang Fang could still clearly recall the scene just now, the woman crawling out of the ghost's body.

What the hell is this?

On the other side of the wall, Yamiyaji Meijiu stood up blankly from the mess on the ground. She was completely naked, but she had no sense of beauty. Her hair was stained with blood and stuck into lumps, and she was filled with a pungent stench.

, standing in a pile of corpses, no less than a ghost.

"Dead?"

Her face gradually became ferocious, like a real evil ghost.

"There is a loophole in the plan. The person who came is not Qiao Xi. He has the ability to kill."

At this time someone is forgotten.

Zhang Luo's vitality is very tenacious, and he has not touched the guarantee yet. However, his face is pale. He woke up after being unconscious for a while, but his consciousness was almost lost and he was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe.

People who have experienced broken bones may have a deep understanding of it, let alone someone like him who had his spine broken directly because of the female ghost's hasty attack.

The female ghost Ji Xiang kept dripping blood and tears, and finally regained some energy, but Zhang Luo wanted to curse in the severe pain.

You might as well let her strangle me to death. At least you can trigger the guaranteed invincibility mode. This kind of invincibility is the real trouble!

"Kill...kill me..."

Zhang Luo tried his best to say such words, almost exhausting his strength.

"don't want!"

The female ghost shook her head.

"Please, don't die!"

Maybe she was too excited, so she spoke directly in Sang language, or maybe because she was a ghost, the tears were full of blood, and it was very scary to see them all over her face, and her voice became more and more crazy.

"I don't want you to die!"

But it hurts! You thought it was a romantic drama! Let me go, I won’t let you go, I love you, don’t do it, and then I’ll stop.

Although he knew that Ji Xiang really liked him, Zhang Luo still wanted to yell out. He regretted not telling the people around him that he had two lives and that the ancient book had a safety lock. He never expected that he would encounter this

Such an embarrassing scene, I really want to hit him to death.

Damn it, I'm half dead, this hurts so much!

Is it just possible to wait for the blood to dry up before erupting?

Thinking of this, his spirit became even more distracted.

It’s really terrible!

"Is there any...way...to save him!"

Norika Matsushima seemed to be asking other ghosts, but apparently no one could help them.

This is a trap, another temptation for the destined ones.

So, this time our protagonist follows

Still offline.

Yamiyaji Miku stopped in front of her body, took off her clothes and put them on her body. This embossed body actually looked more beautiful than her body that had just come out, but the chest was stained with blood.

, the body was still bleeding.

"It was a penetrating wound from a sharp weapon. It looked like the wound was from that man's sword. It hit the heart. It couldn't be avoided or stopped."

After a little analysis, she came up with a rough answer, with a cruel sneer on her lips.

"Eat it."

She gave casual instructions and turned around to leave. The ghost ran over behind her step by step. She squatted on the ground and stared at the corpse in a daze. Finally, she opened her mouth and pounced on the body with sharp teeth.

There was an intrusive sound of chewing from behind, but Mijiu Yamiya remained unmoved, picked up the sickle and ran in the direction of Fang Fang.

The two soon came into contact.

Under the hood, Mijiu Yamiya's face was covered with blood and dirt, as well as her clothes. She looked almost like a ghost: "Ah, you killed me once, right? I heard your name is Fang Fang?"

Fang Fang looked at the woman cautiously: "From the White Lotus Sect?"

"My name is Yamiji Miku. It's our first time meeting you. Please give me some advice."

Miku Yamiya raised her lips.

"White Lotus Saint, no wonder."

Fang Fang holds a bronze sword.

"Let me first see what it is you have that you think you can kill the Destined One!"

With that said, he took the lead in launching an attack and stabbed away with his bronze sword. Even though he seemed to be just a pervert who liked female ghosts, his sword skills were not bad at all.

But the White Lotus Saint was not someone to be trifled with. There was amusement in her eyes, and she waved her sickle to use her strengths to control her weaknesses.

"As you wish!"

The shape of this bronze dagger is a product of the ancient Phoenix culture, dating back at least two thousand years. Although it is almost undamaged, it is only between half a meter and one meter, so it can only be regarded as a dagger. Therefore, many times, Fang Fang

It relies on the air sword to attack, but this place is winding and narrow, so kites cannot be flown.

"when--!"

"when--!"

"when--!"

"go back!"

The so-called Xuanyuan Sword easily opened the huge sickle, and Fang Fang tried to get closer.

"It's so rude! Cack, cack..."

But Miku Yamiyaji is not that easy to get along with. The waving of the huge scythe does not look like she is carrying the scythe away, but the scythe is dancing with her. Her petite body is particularly difficult to deal with under the waving of the scythe.

Fang Fang's bronze sword was always blocked by the metal handle, and he had to guard against the giant sickle blade that might come from behind.

This thing was probably cut into two pieces when it touched, and Fang Fang was dancing on the tip of the knife.

"Making a fuss? She is indeed a cult saint, but it's a pity that I only like ghosts!"

"Qiang——!"

The bronze sword collided with its handle, making a harsh metallic sound.

The White Lotus Saint's face suddenly turned cold, and something strange flashed in her eyes: "Huh! Go to hell!"

"puff--!"

Fang Fang felt his heart tighten, followed by severe pain. His hand movements froze, he staggered, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"you……"

"Master Destiny, do you like it?"

Miku Yamiyaji created his own opportunity, and of course he would not miss it. The scythe swing suddenly became fierce, and every step of the attack was directed at the vital point. Fang Fang struggled to hold on, and for a moment he was unable to withstand it.

Although he was able to recover, he could not withstand the continuous heavy damage to his vital organs. Fang's face turned red, and he could only stabilize his pace after several attempts.

"Tsk, it's really awesome!"

Fang Fang showed a serious expression.

"Then I'll suppress you!"

He stabbed the copper sword into his chest, and a bloody arrow shot out, spraying on the wall of the maze corridor.

"You commit suicide if you can't beat someone? That's just the way the Destined Ones are! Come and harvest!"

Yegongji Meijiu couldn't tell the Bi'an language of the Sang people, it was frivolous and sarcastic, but the movements of her hands were unambiguous and went straight to Fang Fang's head.
To be continued...