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

Fang Xiu and Bai Qi naturally knew that they could no longer let the corpse fishermen fish for corpses. No one knew the upper limit of the corpse fisherman's control over 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 investigation bureau headquarters comes.

The strong men of the previous era VS the elites of this era, the loser must be this era.

Because in the last era, they had already set foot on the other side to counterattack the strange lair. Putting aside the results, just the fact that they were able to set foot on the other side was already extraordinary.

You must know that the thin gray mist in the cemetery can cause damage to the third-level spiritual master, which means that the third-level spiritual master cannot go to the other side at all, and will die if he does.

From this point of view, the strong men buried here are at least level three or above. As for why they did not use the field, I am afraid it has something to do with the fact that they are corpses.

After all, he is already dead. Even if the body is controlled, it may be difficult to exert his 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 just as they were about to approach, a tall earth wall suddenly rose up under their feet, blocking the way. The two of them kept changing directions, but the earth wall would always keep rising, blocking the way.

At this moment, the corpse-fishing man took action again and threw the fishhook toward the grave not far away.

boom!

Another body was fished out.

He was a farmer who looked like a middle-aged man, with a stooped figure and a slightly sloping face. He was holding an old ax for cutting firewood in his hand.

As soon as the farmer appeared, his eyes widened with anger, and he let out a roar. Then veins popped out all over his body, and his muscles swelled crazily. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a devilish muscular man more than two meters tall, and his face was no longer the honest and arrogant person he had been before. Instead, his face was full of anger and violence, as if he had gone crazy.

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

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

clang!

There was a violent metallic clang.

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

However, that blow still left his jaw open, and blood flowed faintly from the hand holding the dagger.

The pain stimulated the fighting spirit in his eyes. 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 split into three, and three afterimages appeared, attacking the farmers from three directions.

The farmer had no time to defend himself and only blocked one of the afterimages. The remaining two afterimages slashed him, leaving two huge blood marks.

But the farmer, who was a corpse, couldn't feel the pain at all. Instead, he roared and roared, and the muscles all over his body became more and more swollen, and there was a faint blood color. His strength became stronger and his speed became faster.

The two sides fought into a ball in an instant.

Fang Xiu, on the other hand, relied on his constant disguise to avoid the wall made of graves and get closer and closer to the corpse fisherman.

He tried attacking the wall made of grave soil, but the wall was so strong that even a scalpel couldn't penetrate it, so he could only avoid it.

It's getting closer, getting closer!

Fang Xiu finally arrived in front of the corpse-fishing man. The scalpel turned into a silver lightning and stabbed straight towards the man's neck.

Ding!

A crisp sound rang out.

The scalpel couldn't even make an inch of the fisherman's neck.

Fang Xiu frowned immediately and looked closely at the other person's neck. He suddenly discovered that there was some gray grave soil falling on his neck.

Could it be that...the corpse-fishing man is made of grave soil?

Before he could figure it out, the corpse-fishing man took action again, and in the blink of an eye, he fished out another corpse.

It was a young man wearing a Chinese tunic suit. His appearance was ordinary, but he had a bookish air, like a college student from 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 edge!

Fang Xiu ignored the young man, but keenly noticed that the corpse fishermen stopped fishing for corpses and remained as motionless as 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 a trial in the cemetery?

Each person has a corpse as his opponent. If he wins, will he pass the level?

While 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 its hole.

The tip of the pen is getting closer and closer, and it keeps magnifying in the eye, as if it will pierce the eyeball in the next second.

However, Fang Xiu just tilted his head slightly and dodged the blow.

But something unexpected happened. At the moment when Fang Xiu was dodging, the pen tip turned around almost at the same time and stroked towards him again.

Swish!

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

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

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

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

Feeling the young man's difficulty, Fang Xiu opened the knife without hesitation. Violent and chaotic strange power poured into his body, his silver hair danced wildly, and his blood pupils loomed.

Blood Eye's attacks are ineffective against the dead, so he relies on the power of the scalpel and his strange hair to fight against the enemy.

The strange hairs were like countless venomous snakes, stabbing out continuously and unleashing a violent storm of attacks.

But none of the blows could hit the young man in front of him. It was clear that this man's strength and speed were not too outstanding, and Fang Xiu, who was beginning to become strange, could surely suppress him.

But even so, it was just a miss.

The young man seemed to have foresight in advance, always anticipating the enemy's opportunity, and dodged countless attacks very gracefully and calmly, like a dancer dancing in the storm, not even a drop of rain touching him.

Fang Xiu suddenly frowned. It might be difficult for others to notice, but he, who had "predicted the future" countless times, could see that the young man's ability was to predict the future.

To truly predict the future, you should be able to predict the future a few seconds in advance, so that you can avoid it in advance.

He didn't expect that one day, his fake future prediction would actually come face to face with his real future prediction.

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

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

Fang Xiu murmured to himself calmly, then he spread his fingers, put his hand on his face, and made a sharp stroke. The dark flames instantly burst out, turning into a black fire mask and appeared on his face.

At this time, the young man quickly distanced himself and retreated towards the rear.

"Oh? Have you foreseen your own death? Then accept it calmly."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Xiu's figure disappeared instantly.

When he reappeared, he was already behind the young man.

The young man seemed to have predicted it, but under the crushing speed, the young man's body had just reacted, and a scalpel had already been placed on his neck.

Swish!

Cut out!

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

Then, his body collapsed and merged into the grave soil in a very strange way.

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

But strangely, the corpse-fishing man slowly turned into a pile of gray-white grave soil, forming a small mound on the ground.

At this time, the battle on Heijiji's side also ended. She was panting heavily, obviously exhausted, and her opponent, the fat man, had fallen to the ground.

Half became a burnt corpse, and half became an ice sculpture, which then merged into the grave soil.

Not long after, good news came to Yang Ming and Bai Qi. Both of them defeated their opponents.

Without exception, the corpses of farmers and women were integrated into the soil.

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

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

"Have you passed this level?" Heijiji asked with a hint of joy.

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

"not yet."