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

boom!

Yang Ming was instantly knocked away, and the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground.

"You dare to smoke in front of me, you really don't take me seriously at all!" Ma Xingbang glanced at everyone coldly.

"Asshole! My Hua Zi! That's the last one!" Yang Ming walked out of the ruins again. He had no corpse-suppressing beads and was not harmed at all.

He became angry, pulled out the short knife from his waist, and rushed straight towards Ma Xingbang.

Bai Qi also took action at the same time, and the three of them instantly fought together.

Now there is only a short break, and we can gather the three heroes to fight Lu Bu.

However, Fang Xiu did not participate in the battle, but looked at these masks carefully.

He was a little surprised by Ma Xingbang's strangeness. He didn't think Ma Xingbang's mask was necessarily real.

According to the dean's calculations, he had worked so hard to make so many arrangements, how could he finally let others intercept Hu Tianming's destiny.

Moreover, Ma Xingbang is obviously not in the right state at this time. He is too high and is already a little crazy. Although his strength has increased a lot, he is not strong enough yet.

Is this the original mask?

Perhaps this is the so-called negative consequence of wearing the wrong mask?

"Brother Xiu, come and help! This grandson is as strong as if he took drugs!" Yang Ming shouted.

Fang Xiu took a look at the battle and found that Ma Xingbang was fighting against the two, but he did not choose to join the fight.

In fact, dealing with Ma Xingbang is very simple. You just need to commit suicide and restart, and then kill him before he gets the mask.

But Fang Xiu didn't intend to commit suicide.

Because not everyone can make him die.

It's just Ma Xingbang, not that much.

"You guys fight first, I'll look around."

As he said that, Fang Xiu actually started to walk around.

He first went to the way he came, only to find that the entrance where he came had unexpectedly appeared a barrier-like transparent light curtain, like a wall of air, making it impossible to leave.

Has it been blocked?

Fang Xiu's eyes flickered, and there was a vague guess in his heart.

The dean's purpose is obvious. Yang Ming will definitely not be able to get out if he doesn't get the original.

How can the dean guarantee that Yang Ming will get the original?

Although destiny can guarantee that Yang Ming can accurately select the original one among thousands of masks, don't forget that destiny resists weirdization.

There is a certain possibility that fate will not let Yang Ming choose the right one.

It is impossible for the dean not to consider this situation. In this case, how to ensure that Yang Ming 100% obtains the original mask, and that things like Ma Xingbang will not happen before.

That leaves only one possibility...all the masks are real.

To be precise, these thousands of masks are all part of the original. Together, they are the real original.

Only in this way, no matter what Yang Ming chooses, he will choose the right one, and he is not afraid of others snatching him. Even if a hundred people come in, there will still be enough for each person to have a mask.

Now there is only one last problem left, which is how to combine thousands of masks into one.

Maybe you will know after putting on the mask.

After trying to understand everything, Fang Xiu returned to where the mask was.

At this time, Yang Ming was struggling to support himself, while Bai Qi seemed to be seriously injured and collapsed to the side with a very ferocious and painful expression.

This situation is also expected. Although Bai Qi is extremely fast, he has a crushing advantage against others of the same level. As long as he strikes first, he can basically cause an instant kill.

But the shortcomings are equally obvious. Once he encounters someone with high defense or who can limit his speed, his effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

Ma Xingbang's gravity defeated Bai Qi.

Under the heavy pressure, Bai Qi's speed dropped sharply.

And Ma Xingbang is not a weakling. Although he uses second-level abilities, he cannot withstand large numbers, and his strength becomes stronger after becoming strange.

That is to say, Yang Ming can barely sustain himself by relying on the corpse-suppressing beads.

However, the corpse-suppressing beads are not invincible. At this time, corpse spots have appeared on Yang Ming's body. If it goes on for a long time, he will completely turn into a corpse.

In the fierce battle, there was no time for him to take out the corpse water jar and dissolve the corpse.

Fang Xiu saw that Yang Ming could hold on for a while, so he walked towards the mask and was about to pick up a mask and put it on himself, when suddenly.

boom!

With a roar, a huge rock fell from the top and hit him hard.

His expression remained unchanged, and he raised his right hand casually, using his flesh and blood to resist the rock.

boom!

The rock exploded with his punch, turning into rubble and flying everywhere.

After being strengthened by strange power, his body has already become comparable to steel.

At this time, Ma Xingbang actually blasted Yang Ming away and rushed towards Fang Xiu like a ghost.

Won't you let me touch the mask?

Fang Xiu looked calm, and with a shake of his right hand, the scalpel appeared in his hand. The silver light suddenly appeared, and it pierced Ma Xingbang's neck like a poisonous snake.

A sinister smile appeared on the corner of Ma Xingbang's mouth, showing no defense at all, and the same was true for Fang Xiu.

Completely ignoring the opponent's incoming punch, it seemed like he was going to trade injury for injury.

"Brother Xiu! Get away! This grandson has copied your ability and can inject his own pain into your body!"

Fang Xiu remained unmoved.

The next second, Fang Xiu's scalpel pierced Ma Xingbang's neck, and Ma Xingbang's fist also hit Fang Xiu's chest.

However, both of them were slightly stunned.

Fang Xiu discovered that the terrifying black energy wrapped around Ma Xingbang's body turned into ferocious little snakes, wrapping around his arm and blocking the blow.

What surprised Ma Xingbang was that Fang Xiu had endured his lifelong pain and remained indifferent, with no change in his expression at all.

The two of them retreated at the same time with a tacit understanding, putting some distance between them.

Fang Xiu looked at Ma Xingbang and thought secretly. The black energy was obviously the ability of the original mask. It could actually turn into a living body and automatically protect himself. It was difficult to kill him with one blow.

Ma Xingbang asked directly: "You can actually withstand my lifelong pain, this is impossible! You have a magic weapon to protect you!"

He simply didn't believe that Fang Xiu, a mere brat, could endure his pain.

Along the way, he was able to enter the headquarters and become a third-level spiritual master. Only he knew the hardships. He experienced life and death many times in strange incidents, escaped from death, suffered serious injuries, was cursed, and was eroded by strange powers... .....

The pain is enough to break your heart!

Hearing these words, Fang Xiu couldn't help but curl up into a sinister smile.

"You call this pain?

Let me show you what real pain is!

Jie Jie Jie..."

When the smile began to twist, countless violent and mottled strange powers surged through Fang Xiu's body.

The short black hair seemed to fade, turned silver, and continued to lengthen.

Dense bloodshot eyes filled his right eye, turning into a flash of scarlet blood.

The palm of his left hand suddenly tore open a gap, revealing sharp fangs.

An almost substantial fear surged out of him, spreading like a thick fog.

At this time, Fang Xiu seemed to have completely changed. To be precise, he turned from human to weird.

Ma Xingbang was shocked and blurted out: "You...you can become weird without wearing a mask!?"

"Oh? You reminded me."

Fang Xiu stretched out his hand to the mask on the side. It was an evil mask.

"Don't think about it!"

Ma Xingbang obviously got some information from the masks and knew that all the masks were real, so he didn't want anyone else to wear the mask except himself.

He suddenly stretched out his right hand, aimed at Fang Xiu and pressed down hard.

"Ten times gravity!"

An invisible gravity instantly enveloped Fang Xiu.

"Half gravity!"

At the same time, he reduced his own gravity by half, and his speed surged.

Together with the speed ability, it instantly turned into an afterimage.

Yang Ming on the side saw that something was going wrong and wanted to stop it, but he couldn't keep up with Ma Xingbang's speed.

"Brother Xiu, be careful!!"