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

Having the ability to flip the table is not the scariest thing, the scariest thing is that you have the determination to flip the table at any time!

These people at the burial ground have been around for so many years, and all of them who survived are human beings, so they naturally thought they had seen through Fang Xiu's thoughts.

It's nothing more than trying to compete for the right to speak and negotiate better terms.

It must be because he and others want too much money, so he plays ruthless, scares and scares others, forcing himself and others to compromise. Not only will he not have to lose money, but he may even dare to go further and ask for money in the opposite direction.

They didn't believe that Fang Xiu really dared to fight to the death with both sides injured.

After all, according to normal logic, Fang Xiu was the party that benefited from the beginning to the end. It was the two people who died at the burial ground, so there was no inextricable hatred.

Since there isn't that much hatred, who would want to hurt both sides for no reason?

Besides, who doesn’t want to leave when they come to a burial place?

If you want to go out, you naturally have to keep more people to make money together.

The ideas of Lu Ziming and others are very close to reality and very logical. They should be like this both emotionally and rationally. This is the thinking of a normal person.

It's a pity that what they don't know is that reality is often more magical and illogical.

Fang Xiu has never been tempted. Anyway, if he really fights to the point of losing both sides, he can be reborn in endless weirdness.

This is the confidence given by the burial ground.

Suddenly, Lu Ziming and others took action.

boom!

Several powerful spiritual fluctuations spread throughout the venue, and the air exploded with chaos.

Lu Ziming put his feet on the ground, rose into the air, swung his sword with both hands, and slashed down in the air.

Swish!

The air was torn like paper, and the bright light of the soul turned into sword energy, rising into the sky. The sword energy was as strong as a volcano erupting.

At the same time, the chubby middle-aged man also moved.

He turned his right hand over, and a paintbrush appeared out of thin air in his hand. With a few strokes, he sketched out a majestic mountain, exuding a majestic power and suppressing it towards Taotie.

Others also used their own methods, and nine people took action almost at the same time to annihilate Taotie.

The terrifying attack was almost devastating, and its powerful power would make even an S-level monster feel angry on the spot.

But Fang Xiu dismissed it, and a cold voice sounded: "Swallow the sky and the earth!"

Following his command, Taotie's huge body underwent some terrifying changes, and the rotten flesh on his body began to twist into a whirlpool shape.

In an instant, a terrifying and ferocious vortex of flesh and blood formed on the surface of his body, and the irresistible devouring force like a black hole spewed out of the vortex of flesh and blood.

Lu Ziming's sword energy, the middle-aged mellow man's mountain, and even everyone's attacks seemed to be pulled, more like a black hole swallowing a planet, all swallowed up by the vortex of flesh and blood.

The scene fell silent instantly!

Everyone's hearts were shaken wildly, and their eyes were filled with horror.

"how can that be!?"

"The attack that actually swallowed us all? He can even swallow the light of the soul?!"

The combination of the five Taotie phantoms swallowed nearly 400 million weirdos. With the blessing of these powers, the Taotie at the scene was closer to its true body.

Of course, we are still thousands of miles away from the real Taotie.

However, even so, the Taotie shadow at this time can still display a hint of its own magic.

Just when everyone was horrified, Taotie's body changed again, and the rotten flesh all over his body began to bulge, as if there were countless big blisters.

Lu Ziming suddenly became overjoyed: "Let me just say, how can there be anything in this world that can swallow up all our attacks? He can't hold it anymore!"

Everyone also looked happy, as if they had seen the moment when Taotie was about to explode.

And the development of things is becoming more and more in line with everyone's wishes.

I saw the bulging rotten flesh on Taotie's body began to explode one after another, and a large amount of rotten flesh poured down like rain, as if he was about to disintegrate.

But Fang Xiu's expression did not change at all.

"Sure enough, it is still difficult for the five Taotie phantoms to digest so many attacks. In this case, I will return it to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying scene appeared.

boom! ! !

The vortex of flesh and blood in front of Taotie suddenly reversed, and a brilliant sword energy spurted out first, followed by the majestic mountains painted by the brush, and then everyone's attacks were poured out one by one.

Everyone's expressions changed wildly in an instant, and all the moves they had just performed were launched towards them without reservation at this moment.

"Get out of the way!"

"Get out of the way!"

"What the hell kind of monster is this!?"

"what!!"

The sounds of running and screaming could be heard endlessly.

Some of the weaker Tier [-] were injured on the spot, while others were dodging and resisting.

Why are they hurt by their own moves?

In fact, it is very simple. How much force you can punch does not mean how much force your body can withstand.

Suppose you can burst a sandbag with one punch, but can you definitely withstand a punch that bursts the sandbag?

This is the truth.

Under this blow, the fourth-level spiritual master lost his fighting spirit, while the three fifth-level ones showed solemn expressions on their faces.

Lu Ziming looked at the two people who were both on the fifth level and said solemnly: "Tong Yang, Wen Jinglong, if you two don't show some real skills, I'm afraid this burial place will be named Fang in the future."

He was seriously injured and had yet to recover, so naturally he refused to take action with all his strength.

The man called Tong Yang is the middle-aged man with a round body who used to use the paintbrush.

Wen Jinglong was the first man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks to appear.

Apart from Lu Ziming, the two of them are also the only fifth-level people in the burial ground.

Tong Yang sighed slightly: "I really don't want to waste my spiritual energy."

Wen Jinglong stared at Taotie with a gloomy look and analyzed: "Although this weirdo is very strong, it obviously has its upper limit. The attacks just now almost made it unable to hold on. As long as you and I have more spirituality and send out more With a strong attack, he will definitely explode!"

Tong Yang nodded: "Then we have to waste some energy to teach the newcomer a lesson. After all, if we don't scare him this time, there may be some trouble in the future."

Afterwards, the two of them called their men to take action again.

Tong Yang raised the brush in his hand and painted crazily in the void. This time he no longer drew a few strokes, but drew countless complex lines. Under the influence of spirituality, those lines took on a strange blood color.

The bloody lines finally condensed into the shape of a bloody dragon.

"The finishing touch!"

With a loud roar, he thrust out the paintbrush in his hand like a sharp spear, stabbing the dragon's eye hard.

The next moment, the bloody dragon seemed to be awakened from ancient times, and its high-pitched dragon roar resounded throughout the world.

Aww!

(late)