Weird and hard to kill?Sorry, I'm the real immortal

"Fang Xiu! What are you doing!"

"Why did you kill him!"

Everyone turned pale with fright in an instant, and questioned frantically.

Fang Xiu was very calm: "I saw in the future that he would lose control of his spirituality immediately, and thus kill him, so I killed him in advance."

Everyone was skeptical, and their faces were very ugly.

They couldn't judge whether what Fang Xiu said was the truth, but they instinctively thought of people in the dark.

It is very likely that Fang Xiu was preparing lamp oil, so he deliberately made up a lie. Now he can kill people with the reason of seeing the future.

Then next time, he might kill others for the same reason.

Of course, some people believed Fang Xiu's words. After all, Fang Xiu had saved himself and others many times.

"Hahaha........"

The person holding the bronze candlestick laughed wildly, and even laughed so hard that he started coughing up blood.

"Are you still believing his nonsense? He is using you! Otherwise, why do you think they have been saving you all the way?

Picture you look good?Figure you rich?

He is plotting your blood!You are all lamp oil!Keke..."

Before the man could finish speaking, the silver hair directly sealed his mouth.

"Don't cough up blood, it's too wasteful."

Fang Xiu said calmly.

However, in the eyes of everyone, Fang Xiu's actions seemed like a tight mouth, and he was afraid of being told the truth.

Soon, the person holding the bronze candlestick died, due to excessive blood loss, but his body did not fall down, still infused with blood.

Everyone fell into a deadly silence.

Not long after, the man was completely turned into a mummy.

And Fang Xiu controlled the person he killed before to light the bronze candlestick.

At this time, someone finally couldn't help asking: "Fang Xiu, you said that this battle must be won, what are the chances of winning?"

"You'll know soon enough."

Another moment of silence.

"Fang Xiu, the blood is about to run out, who do you plan to let in next?"

As soon as this remark came out, the atmosphere in the field suddenly became weird.

Everyone stared at Fang Xiu with solemn expressions.

"Are you waiting to die?" Fang Xiu calmly scanned the crowd.

Everyone was slightly taken aback.

"Did you rely on blood for a long time, or fight for a long time? After resting for a while, you should have recovered some fighting strength, right?

It's really stupid. Facing the enemy, he doesn't want to think about how to fight, but instead concentrates all his thoughts on the question of who to choose to sacrifice. "

Only then did everyone fully realize that they were blinded by themselves.

Relying on the blood of one person is definitely not as long as a group of people fighting.

It turned out that Fang Xiu didn't intend to use other people's lives in exchange for survival time, but just to recuperate for a while to restore spirituality and physical strength.

For a moment, everyone was a little ashamed. They felt that their thoughts were too dark.

"Ready to fight."

Fang Xiu gave the order, and everyone stood up one after another.

After a while, the candle was extinguished.

Surrounded by screaming slaves, they rushed in like a tide.

The fighting started again.

This fight seems to have no end, never ending.

Five minutes later, another casualty occurred, and a master of spirits was directly scratched by the slave.

Fang Xiu took the opportunity to pull the man over, controlled the corpse with cunning, and lit the bronze candlestick again.

In this way, once someone dies, everyone can get a moment of respite, and wait for the candle to go out before continuing to fight.

Suffering, despair, fear, these are the feelings in everyone's heart.

However, even more desperate is yet to come.

Suddenly, the earth rumbled!

I saw the ground boiling like water, whoosh!

Countless rock-like spikes shot out from the ground, pierced through countless trick slaves, and shot straight at everyone.

Fang Xiu's silver hair fluttered, directly strangling the rock-like spike.

Shen Lingxue struggled to send out a flame and burned it down.

Fatty teleported directly to dodge, as for Zhao Hao, he was the easiest, always hiding behind Fang Xiu and never coming out.

But others aren't so lucky.

"Ahhh!"

The screams one after another suddenly sounded!

Several spirit masters were pierced through their bodies and died on the spot.

Such a shocking change made everyone turn pale with shock.

I saw a small vacuum in the group of treacherous slaves, and there was a figure standing there.

It was a man with pale, even festering skin, white eyes without black eyeballs, and a man in a black suit.

This man is constantly waving his arms, causing thorns to surge out from the ground!

"This is... Lu Xiangyang, the president of the Guild of Assassins!" Someone recognized the man in the suit.

"What! He's Lu Xiangyang? The only second-level spirit master in the Guild of Deceitful Killing!"

"He... he has also become a slave!?"

"Damn it! Nightmare can transform even a master of spirits into a slave! Doesn't that mean that all the spirit masters who disappeared in the entire Luteng City are under its command?"

Everyone suddenly felt a sense of helplessness and despair.

"It's over, we're dead."

"Fang Xiu! This is the future you said!"

Some people showed despair, while others roared wildly.

Originally, it was enough to be desperate to face the ordinary people who could not finish killing, but they never expected that there are still ghost masters, how can they fight?

Everyone has reached the point where the oil is exhausted, and it is now a dead end.

With the appearance of Kong Nan, two more imperial spirit masters left the group of treacherous slaves.

They are a middle-aged man wearing a loose undershirt and a red sandalwood bracelet, and a heroic woman in a lady's suit with a cropped cut.

"Fu Yun! Kong Nan! How could it be them! They are also second-order!!"

At this moment, someone had already closed their eyes in despair, and fell to their knees directly.

Faced with such a desperate situation, Fang Xiu still looked calm.

He was thinking, maybe not all the spirit masters in Luteng City were controlled by the nightmare, some of them should have been swallowed spiritually, and some were hiding in every corner, fighting against the dream.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be only three ghost masters, and Nightmare should consider them to be second-tier and stronger, so they didn't devour them, but transformed them into ghost slaves.

Is this all the cards of Nightmare?

No, no, there is also Bai Qi.

Bai Qi disappeared for a long time, never reappeared from the beginning to the end, he didn't know if it was life or death.

Soon, the three ghost masters led the army of ghost slaves to launch an attack.

Fang Xiu quickly controlled the few people who had just been killed by the earth thorn, and lit the bronze candlestick with their blood.

Boom boom boom!

The strong attack bombarded the miserable green candlelight, causing the candlelight to flicker continuously, as if it would be extinguished in the next second.

The corpses of those people were turning into mummies at a speed visible to the naked eye. Obviously, under such an intensity of attack, they couldn't hold on for even a minute.

Seeing that the group was about to be wiped out, Fang Xiu had a smile of victory on his lips.

"Brother Xiu, when did you actually laugh?" Zhao Hao said with a pale face and swinging his legs.

"Didn't you notice that the actions of these cunning slaves are getting slower and slower, and even their attack power is starting to weaken?"

"Who cares about this? Maybe they are tired. What does that mean?"

Fang Xiu smiled slightly: "It means that my plan has succeeded."

(There will be another chapter later)