The power of the undead comes from the spirit, and the essence of the spirit is emotion. The stronger the resentment, the more ferocious the undead.

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Sheep holding array.

The King of Fear looked at Fu Qingyang who had arrived in the dungeon. His expression was a bit astonished, but he quickly raised his lips and said, "I didn't expect that the administrator would be able to pull you into the dungeon."

Fu Qingyang had a stern expression and ignored him. Out of his habit as a scout, he looked around calmly.

This is a desolate copy, as desolate as the Gobi Desert in the Northwest. A dark star hangs in the sky, and the air is filled with a chill that makes one's hair stand on end.

There seems to be an invisible divine sword that exudes sword intent all the time. At the same time, the dark star exudes an evil and crazy aura. Even a high-ranking scout like Fu Qingyang has his blood boiling quietly. He just wants to

Fight desperately until the end of your life.

"I haven't seen you for a while. I upgraded very quickly." The King of Fear said in a chatting tone as if he were seeing an old friend:

"Given your status, fighting me would be a death sentence. You should have companions!"

As if in response to him, another figure appeared out of thin air a few meters away from Fu Qingyang.

King of Fear and Fu Qingyang turned their heads at the same time.

The former was stunned for a moment, his face darkened:

"It's you?"

The man had a sports headband wrapped around his forehead, was tall and tall, had handsome features, and looked like a sunny, fitness-oriented man.

It is the Demon Eye King.

The King of Fear stared at him for a few seconds, then shouted:

"I think I've convinced you. With your obsession with cleansing the world, Yuanshi Tianzun won't be able to make you look back even if you lie.

"Magic Eye, have you thought clearly?"

Since the Demon Eye King appears here, it means that he still still has the Lord of the Sun in his heart and finally chose to break with the free camp. Otherwise, the administrator would not have sent him in.

Fu Qingyang was also a little surprised.

The Demon Eye King pointed at his chest and grinned:

"I asked it, what does it want? It answered me: clean the world!"

The King of Fear shrugged: "So, what's the problem with destroying the world? The most thorough cleaning is destruction!"

"I used to think that the best cleansing is destruction, but after you left, I have been thinking that destroying the world can cleanse away the evil in human nature?" The Demon Eye King shook his head:

"The answer is no. Leaving this planet is just jumping from one cesspit to another. There is essentially no difference. Fear, you know, I was born in an orphanage. My parents adopted me and they gave me

Love and warmth, when I lost them, I had strong thoughts of destroying the world.

"But in fact, this kind of hatred comes from the nostalgia for love and family affection, and from the hatred of human nature and society. What I want has always been to clean the world, not to destroy it."

"I still have expectations for humanity..." The Demon Eye King opened his arms as if embracing faith and said in an extremely firm tone:

"I love this world!"

…

Because of the initial fusion with Taiyin, the Lord of Stars and the Lord of Taiyin are equivalent to sharing one body. After the remnant spirit of Lingtuo erupts, it instinctively competes with the Lord of Stars for body dominance.

In Lingtuo's current state, it is impossible for him to be a match for the Lord of Stars, but what Zhang Yuanqing wants is to contain him.

While the Lord of Stars froze, Zhang Yuanqing flashed behind him and pulled out the afterimage of his right leg.

"Snapped!"

The whip leg cracked the Star Lord's head, causing bone fragments and brain tissue to splatter.

With the blessing of bad luck, the attack went surprisingly smoothly.

The Lord of the Stars' body suddenly burrowed into the mud, and the same thing happened to the brain tissue that sputtered out.

He was like a smelly loach, hiding in a familiar environment to avoid being hunted by natural enemies, and this choice was also Lingtuo's will.

The survival instinct allows the residual spirit to reach an agreement with the Lord of the Stars when encountering danger.

At the same time, a series of resentful spirits emerged from the quagmire, and each resentful spirit had a Dharma table in front of it.

Zhang Yuanqing didn't care about disturbing the resentful spirit, his eyes shot out two golden lights, and found the Lord of the Stars in the quagmire. His head had healed.

Zhang Yuanqing reached into the quagmire with his right hand and grabbed the Lord of Stars. Unexpectedly, the opponent's body suddenly collapsed into clear water.

It’s a prop for the water ghost profession!

On the other side, the resentful spirit controlled by the Lord of the Stars successfully completed the prayer and resolved the bad luck that lingered between his eyebrows.

Only then did the Lord of Stars gather his physical body and dared to emerge from the quagmire. He gathered his eight arms and the black moon above his head. While defending against Yuanshi Tianzun's attack, he also used props to entangle him.

Like a cat playing with a mouse, it plays with ease and never fights to the death.

After Zhang Yuanqing made a quick attack, he suddenly felt a strong surge of exhaustion. The golden crow that was about to emerge from the sun behind his head was finally pulled out.

It was wrapped in a ball of starlight and thrown into the rotating starlight, like a paper boat rotating with the whirlpool.

The Golden Crow flapped its wings vigorously and tried to struggle, but it could not escape the pull of the whirlpool.

The connection between Zhang Yuanqing and the Golden Crow was not broken, but it could not be taken back. He looked at the Lord of Stars and sighed:

"you win!"

Seeing him stop, the Lord of Stars said calmly:

"You haven't lost yet, you can continue fighting. I will stay with you until the end."

"That will only make you lose faster!" Zhang Yuanqing said.

…

Ground-to-air array.

What caught Xiahou Aotian's eyes was the blizzard flying like goose feathers. The sky was dark, the snow covered his knees, and the cold current hit his body like a knife.

With his status as an eighth-level master, he actually had a cold war.

"It's so cold..." He heard someone trembling not far away.

Following the sound, a young man wearing a black mink coat crossed his arms and shivered.

It is Zhai Cai, the knight of the sixth generation of the Holy See.

Xiahou Aotian was shocked and said: "Why did you, the unlucky guy, come in? With your level, wouldn't you be willing to die if you came in?"

Zhai Cai was also extremely surprised. Hearing this, he twitched the corner of his mouth and said:

"If a better person dies with me, then I will have a psychological balance."

As he spoke, goose-feather snowflakes and ice shards, swept by the cold current, slapped their faces one after another. Their faces were obviously so cold that Xiahou Aotian sneered:

"You look as cold as a dog."

Zhai Cai chuckled: "Is it cold? It's not cold at all, it's very cool!"

Xia Hou Aotian: "I'm not cold either!"

Just after he finished speaking, the ring came from the alchemist's scolding voice from the Qin Dynasty:

"Why don't you take me off? Is your mother looking for death? Your mother is looking for death!"

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PS: Happy New Year and good luck in the Year of the Dragon!

I wish all book friends a happy Year of the Dragon, may you find school beauties and goddesses, and those who are already working will make a fortune this year!
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