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

Fang Xiu and Bai Qi naturally knew that the corpse fisherman could no longer catch corpses. No one knew the upper limit of the corpse fisherman's manipulation of corpses, and no one wanted to know.

Once the other party can control the corpses in the entire cemetery, it will be useless even if the headquarters of the investigation bureau comes.

The strong of the previous era vs. the elite of this era, the loser must be this era.

Because in the last era, they have already set foot on the other side to counterattack the weird lair, leaving aside the results, just being able to set foot on the other side is already extraordinary.

You must know that the thin gray fog in the cemetery can cause damage to the third-tier spiritual masters, which means that the third-tier spiritual masters can't go to the other side at all, and they will die if they do.

From this point of view, the powerhouses buried here are at least Tier [-] and above. As for why they didn't use the domain, it may have something to do with them being corpses.

After all, he is already dead, even if the body is manipulated, it may be difficult to exert the full strength before birth.

Whizzing!

Fang Xiu and Bai Qi turned into two afterimages, one on the left and one on the right, attacking the corpse fisherman.

But at the moment when they were about to approach, a tall earthen wall suddenly rose up under their feet, blocking the way. The two kept changing directions, but the earthen wall always kept rising, blocking the way.

And at this moment, the corpse fisherman made another move, throwing the hook towards the grave not far away.

boom!

Another body was fished out.

It was a peasant with the appearance of a middle-aged man, with a hunchbacked figure and a slightly dimpled face, holding an old ax for chopping firewood in his hand.

As soon as the farmer appeared, his eyes widened and he let out a roar. Then his veins burst out and his muscles swelled wildly. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a muscular devil over two meters tall. Instead, his face was full of anger and violence, as if he had gone berserk.

He roared angrily, raised his ax and rushed towards the nearest Bai Qi.

Bai Qi's eyes turned cold, and the dagger in his hand slashed out like lightning.

clang!

There was a violent metallic clang.

Bai Qi only felt an irresistible force attacking him, and his whole body was directly thrown away. However, his reaction was very sensitive, and he used his waist strength in the air to turn his body around and land safely.

However, that blow still made his tiger's mouth open, and the hand holding the dagger faintly leaked blood.

The pain stimulated his eyes with fighting spirit. In terms of strength, he knew that he could not compare with the peasants, but in terms of speed, he believed that he could not lose to anyone.

Whoosh!

Bai Qi's figure was divided into three parts, and three afterimages appeared, attacking the farmer from three directions.

The farmer didn't have time to defend, he only blocked one of the afterimages, and the remaining two afterimages chopped him up, drawing two huge bloodstains.

But the farmer, who was already a corpse, couldn't feel the pain at all. Instead, he roared again and again, his muscles bulged even more, and there was a faint color of blood. His strength was stronger and his speed was faster.

The two sides fought into a ball in an instant.

Fang Xiu, on the other hand, was getting closer and closer to the corpse fisherman by relying on constant disguises to avoid the wall made of graveyard mound.

He tried to attack the wall made of mounds, but the wall was so strong that even a scalpel could not penetrate it, so he could only dodge it.

It's getting closer, getting closer!

Fang Xiu finally came to the body of the corpse fisherman, and the scalpel turned into a silver lightning bolt, stabbing straight at the neck of the man.

Ding!

A crisp sound rang out.

The scalpel couldn't get an inch into the corpse fisherman's neck.

Fang Xiu frowned suddenly, looked closely at the other party's neck, and suddenly found that there were some gray graveyards falling on the neck.

Could it be that... the corpse fisherman was made of grave soil?

Before he could figure it out, the corpse fisherman made another move, and in the blink of an eye, another corpse was fished out.

It was a young man in a Chinese tunic suit, with an ordinary appearance, but with a bookish air, like a college student of the previous era.

Suddenly, the young man opened his gray eyes, shook his right hand, and a black pen appeared in his hand. He gently took off the cap of the pen, revealing a sharp pen!

Fang Xiu didn't pay attention to the young man, but keenly noticed that the corpse fisherman stopped fishing for corpses, motionless like a statue.

He already had a guess in his mind. It seemed that the other party was fishing for corpses based on the number of people. Is this the trial of the cemetery?

Each person has a dead body as an opponent, and if they win, they pass the level?

Just as Fang Xiu was thinking, the young man raised the pen in his hand expressionlessly, and stabbed at him like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole.

The tip of the pen is getting closer and larger in the eyes, as if it will penetrate the eyeball in the next second.

However, Fang Xiu dodged the blow by tilting his head slightly.

But something unexpected happened, the moment Fang Xiu dodged, the pen tip turned around almost at the same time, and swiped towards him again.

Swish!

Fang Xiu's fair face was scratched with scars, and bright red blood flowed out slowly.

But in the next second, there was a flash of brilliance, and the injury recovered.

He raised the scalpel like lightning and began to attack, clang clang clang...

The sound of dense metal collisions suddenly sounded around the two of them.

Sensing the difficulty of the young man, Fang Xiu did not hesitate to slash with the sly knife, and a violent and chaotic strange power poured into his body, his silver hair danced wildly, and his blood pupils loomed.

Xuetong's attack was ineffective against the dead, so he relied on the power of the scalpel and cunning to fight against the enemy.

The cunning hair is like countless poisonous snakes, constantly stabbing out, bursting out like a storm.

But he couldn't hit the young man in front of him with a single blow. Obviously this man's strength and speed were not too outstanding, and Fang Xiu, who had begun to become strange, was able to suppress one of them steadily.

But even so, it was a miss.

The young man seems to have foreseen it in advance, always anticipating the enemy's opportunity, dodging countless attacks gracefully and calmly, like a dancer dancing in a storm, without a drop of rain touching his body.

Fang Xiu frowned suddenly. It might be difficult for others to find out, but he, who has "predicted the future" countless times, has seen the ability of young people, which is to predict the future.

To truly predict the future, it should be able to predict the future a few seconds in advance, so as to dodge in advance.

He didn't expect that one day, his fake future prediction would match up with the real future prediction.

In battle, the ability to predict the future is indeed extremely difficult. Your next attack will be completely seen through by the opponent. Even if you are fast, the opponent can still move ahead.

"Can you predict the future? But that's not enough. In the face of absolute strength, all you can predict is your own death."

Fang Xiu muttered to himself calmly, and then he spread his five fingers, put his hand on his face, and swiped violently, the black flame burst out instantly, turning into a black fire mask and appearing on his face.

At this time, the young man quickly opened the distance and retreated towards the rear.

"Oh? Did you foresee your own death? Then accept it calmly."

As soon as the words fell, Fang Xiu's figure disappeared instantly.

When he reappeared, he had already come behind the young man.

The young man seemed to have foreseen it, but under the crushing speed, the young man's body just reacted, and a scalpel was already on the neck.

Swish!

Cut out!

The young man's head rolled directly to the ground.

Afterwards, his body also collapsed and merged into the grave in a strange way.

After finishing the young man, Fang Xiu immediately targeted the corpse fisherman.

But the strange thing is that the corpse fisherman slowly turned into a pile of gray-white grave soil, forming a small mound on the ground.

At this time, Hei Jiji's side also ended the battle. She was panting heavily, obviously exhausted, and her opponent, the fat man, had already collapsed to the ground.

Half of it became a scorched corpse, and half of it became an ice sculpture, and then melted into the grave.

Not long after, good news came from Yang Ming and Bai Qi, both of them had solved their respective opponents.

Without exception, the corpses of peasants and women melted into the soil.

"Hahaha... Xiaobai, you are slow, I will deal with the enemy first." Yang Ming laughed with his hands on his hips.

Bai Qi's face was gloomy, and he was on the verge of rage.

"Is this pass?" Heijiji asked with a smile.

Fang Xiu frowned slightly, and looked at the gradually blackening grave under his feet.

"not yet."