After dying a hundred thousand times, I become a god in a strange world

"Fang Xiu! What are you doing!"

"Why did you kill him!"

Everyone was instantly shocked and asked questions frantically.

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

Everyone was doubtful and looked very ugly.

They couldn't tell whether Fang Xiu was telling the truth, but they instinctively thought about the person in a dark way.

It was most likely that Fang Xiu was preparing lamp oil, so he deliberately made up a lie. He could now kill people with the reason of seeing the future.

Then next time, he might kill someone else 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 man holding the bronze candlestick laughed crazily and even started to cough up blood.

"Are you still believing his lies? He is just using you! Otherwise, why do you think they kept saving you all the way?

Do you look good in the picture? Do you have money?

He is seeking your blood! You are all lamp oil! Ahem..."

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

"Don't cough up blood, it's such a waste."

Fang Xiu said calmly.

However, in the eyes of everyone, Fang Xiu's move seemed like a seal, fearing that the truth would be revealed.

Soon, the man holding the bronze candlestick died from excessive blood loss, but his body did not fall and was still filled with blood.

Everyone fell into a deathly silence.

Soon after, the man was completely transformed into a mummy.

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

At this time, someone finally couldn't help but ask: "Fang Xiu, you said this battle will be won. What are the chances of winning?"

"You'll know soon enough."

Another moment of silence.

"Fang Xiu, the blood will be exhausted soon. Who do you plan to send next?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the venue suddenly became weird.

Everyone stared at Fang Xiu with solemn expressions.

"Do you want to wait to die?" Fang Xiu calmly scanned the crowd.

Everyone was slightly taken aback.

"Is it supported by blood for a long time, or is it supported by fighting for a long time? After resting for a while, you should have recovered some combat effectiveness, right?

It's really stupid. When facing the enemy, you don't think about how to fight. Instead, you focus all your thoughts on who to choose to sacrifice. "

Only then did everyone finally realize that they were blinded by a leaf.

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

It turns out that Fang Xiu did not intend to use other people's lives in exchange for survival time, but just to rest for a while and restore his spirituality and physical strength.

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

"Ready to fight."

Fang Xiu gave the order and everyone stood up.

After a while, the candle went out.

The roaring slaves from all around came like a tide.

The fighting started again.

This fight seems to have no end, it will never end.

Five minutes later, another casualty occurred. A spiritual master had his throat scratched by a slave.

Fang Xiu took the opportunity to pull the man over, used tricks to control the body, and lit the bronze candlestick again.

Just like this, once someone dies, everyone can get a moment of respite and wait for the candles to go out before continuing to fight.

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

However, even more despair is yet to come.

Suddenly, the ground rumbled!

I saw the ground boiling like water, swish swish!

Countless rock-like spikes shot out from the ground, pierced countless slaves, and then shot straight towards everyone.

Fang Xiu's silver hair flew as he directly strangled the rock-like spikes.

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

The fat man teleported directly to avoid it. As for Zhao Hao, he was the most relaxed and always hid behind Fang Xiu.

But others aren't so lucky.

"Ahhh!"

One after another screams suddenly sounded!

Several spiritual masters were pierced and died on the spot.

Such a sudden change shocked everyone.

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

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

This man was waving his arms continuously, causing spikes of soil to pour out of the ground crazily!

"This is... Lu Xiangyang, the president of the Killing Society!" Someone recognized the man in a suit.

"What! He is Lu Xiangyang? The only second-level spiritual master in the Killing Society!"

"He...he also became a slave!?"

"Damn it! Nightmare can transform even spiritual masters into slaves! Doesn't that mean that all the disappeared spiritual masters in Luteng City are under its hands?"

Everyone instantly felt a sense of despair and powerlessness.

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

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

Some looked desperate, while others roared madly.

It was already despairing to face the countless ordinary slaves who could be killed, but I never expected that there would actually be spiritual master slaves now. How could we fight this?

Everyone has reached the point where they have run out of fuel and are now in a dead end.

With the appearance of Kong Nan, two more spiritual masters left the group of slaves.

They were a middle-aged man wearing a loose sweatshirt and rosewood bracelets, and a heroic woman wearing a women's suit with a short haircut.

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

At this time, some people had closed their eyes in despair and fell to their knees.

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

He was thinking that not all the spiritual masters in Luteng City were controlled by nightmares. Some of them should have had their spirits devoured, while others were hiding in every corner, fighting against dreams.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be only three spiritual master slaves. The nightmare should think that they are second-level and relatively powerful, so they are not devoured, but transformed into slaves.

Is this all the nightmare has up its sleeve?

No, no, there is Bai Qi.

Bai Qi disappeared for a long time and never appeared. I don't know if he is alive or dead.

Soon, three spiritual masters, the slaves, led the army of slaves to attack.

Fang Xiu quickly took control of the people who had just been killed by the earth thorns, and used their blood to light the bronze candlestick.

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. It was obvious that they could not survive even one minute under such an intense attack.

Seeing that he was about to be wiped out by the group, Fang Xiu had a smile on his face that showed he was sure of victory.

"Brother Xiu, how long have you been able to laugh?" Zhao Hao said with a pale face and swaying his legs.

"Didn't you notice that the movements of these slaves are getting slower and slower, and even their attack power has begun to weaken?"

"Who has the heart to care about this? Maybe they are tired. What does this mean?"

Fang Xiu smiled slightly: "It means my plan was successful."

(There will be another chapter later)