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

In the blink of an eye, Wen Jinglong had jumped to the high altitude with the help of the air steps.

"Die!"

boom!

An invisible fist seal seemed to be condensed in the air. With an irresistible force, it stirred up clouds all around and struck Fang Xiu's head fiercely.

He is worthy of being a fifth-level powerhouse, and the power of one punch is terrifying.

Even though Fang Xiu was aware that he was about to be attacked, with his level three strength, it was difficult to avoid this invisible air punch.

And this is not an ordinary air punch, but an air punch with the light of the soul.

However, Fang Xiu never thought of escaping.

His greatest advantage has never been his ability to fight head-on, but his ability to survive.

Perhaps after he awakens to the realm, he can rely on his own strength to compete with the fifth level, but now he is only at the third level, which is still too far behind.

boom!

The air crackled violently, like a thunderstorm.

The clouds were instantly pierced, leaving a long trail.

The next moment, half of Fang Xiu's head was directly blasted!

Just when Wen Jinglong thought he had succeeded, a sudden change occurred.

Even though Fang Xiu had lost half of his head, his expression remained unchanged. Even the remaining half of his mouth still had a sarcastic smile, and his only bloody pupil was staring at Wen Jinglong.

Sizzling......

Scarlet flesh and blood grew rapidly on Fang Xiu's wound, and countless fresh and tender flesh buds intertwined and intertwined. In just a moment, half of his head had grown back.

"What!" Wen Jinglong was shocked. Past experience told him that this was impossible. No matter how outrageous Fang Xiu's abilities were, he was still a human being.

All human activities are controlled by the brain. As long as the brain is attacked, death will be the end of the moment when consciousness is lost.

After all, the consciousness is gone, who controls the recovery of the body?

However, what Wen Jinglong didn't know was that Fang Xiu did have a weakness in this area before, but since breaking through the third level, he has completely integrated nightmares into his consciousness. He can now let his consciousness separate from the body and exist independently.

The principle of dreaming is actually that one's own consciousness enters the dreams of others.

Therefore, Fang Xiu's consciousness is no longer bound by the physical body. It doesn't matter even if half of his head is gone, let alone half of his head.

Because his consciousness exists independently like a nightmare and is not affected at all.

As long as the consciousness is not affected, no matter how serious the injury is to the body, it can recover by relying on the ability to absorb pain. Of course, the premise is that the spirituality is sufficient.

Regardless of this point, in the outside world, Fang Xiu might be beaten to death by a fifth-level strongman until his spiritual energy was exhausted.

But at the burial ground, he would only use his endless spirituality to drag the fifth-level powerhouse into hell alive.

"I killed you to pieces, I don't believe you can come back to life!" Wen Jinglong roared, and then took action brazenly.

"Hundred Eight Sky Divine Strike!"

Suddenly, Wen Jinglong's fists almost turned into afterimages. For a moment, it seemed as if he had grown dozens of arms, punching the air crazily.

The air seemed to turn into substance under his fist wind, constantly making deafening explosions.

His fists even produced white smoke from friction with the air.

Under the shroud of white smoke, the hundreds of dense air fist prints appeared.

It was like hundreds of fists emitting white smoke, hitting Fang Xiu like machine guns.

It actually exerted a power as powerful as the heaven and earth collapsing.

Boom boom boom!

In a series of air explosions, the mighty fist seal seemed to be unstoppable, shattering every part of Fang Xiu's body one by one.

A strange scene appeared.

One after another, terrifying blood holes appeared on Fang Xiu's body, and flesh and blood splattered. Under the bombardment of hundreds of punches, his figure was completely broken, and finally turned into a puddle of flesh and blood.

Anyone who sees this scene will think that Fang Xiu must die no longer, but the next second.

Fang Xiu's flesh and blood continued to squirm, as if a fountain of flesh and blood was gushing out. As the fountain continued to rise, flesh and blood began to accumulate, eventually turning into a human form.

"This is impossible!!" Wen Jinglong was in a state of shock. He felt as if his world view was collapsing. He could not die even after being blasted into a pulp. Is this still a human being?

You must know that the Baiba Kong Divine Strike just now is his ultimate move. Once this move is used, it will consume a lot of spiritual energy.

But even so, Fang Xiu remained unscathed.

This not only made Wen Jinglong more horrified, but also made him somewhat afraid to continue fighting.

Don't let Fang Xiu fail to kill him when the time comes, and he will be dragged to death instead.

Just when everyone was shocked, Lu Ziming discovered a blind spot.

"I know! Like the！, they all maintain their own strength by devouring the strangeness. As long as there is no weird, they will die!"

However, Lu Ziming's words did not make everyone feel happy, even if what he said was right, this was the weakness of Fang Xiu and Taotie, but so what?

The most important thing about burial places is weirdness.

The exposure of Fang Xiu's weakness not only failed to ignite everyone's fighting spirit, but also made them lose confidence even more.

Even if they don't want to believe it, they still have to believe that Fang Xiu is really immortal at the burial place, and they are not bragging.

Facing an enemy that was impossible to defeat, no one wanted to continue this battle.

Wen Jinglong gritted his teeth: "Fang Xiu, I admit that we can't do anything to you, but equally, you can't do anything to us. With such a huge body, Taotie is probably not good at speed, right?

This means that as long as we want to run, you can't stop us!

So instead of continuing in this stalemate, it is better to make peace. With your participation in the burial place, and everyone working together to earn ghost coins, we will definitely be able to leave soon. "

"Oh?" Fang Xiu said calmly: "You came to block me first, and then attacked me, but found that you couldn't do anything to me, so you decided to make peace. It's true that you have taken all the advantages in the world."

"Fang Xiu, you don't need to say sarcastic words." Lu Ziming said in a deep voice: "What Wen Jinglong said is true. Your Taotie can't catch up with us at all. If you insist on fighting, have you ever thought about it, if we scatter and run away, you How to deal with it?

Instead of getting stuck in a long tug-of-war where no one benefits, it is better to cooperate. "

Fang Xiu looked at Lu Ziming, with a sarcastic look in his eyes, as if he was looking at a fool.

"Taotie is indeed slow to move, but if I block Yuelai Inn with Taotie, how will you respond?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions instantly turned ugly.

Lu Ziming snorted coldly: "Humph, everyone, if he blocks the door, then I am willing to donate the woodshed for everyone to live in."

"And me, my kennel can accommodate two people." Wen Jinglong also echoed.

"My toilet can be occupied."

A few words to each other, and they immediately decided where to go.

Then, everyone looked at Fang Xiu with a sneer.

"Fang Xiu, as the saying goes, there are many places for living in the burial ground, and you can't block them!

We can all work together to rent a house every day. "

"Oh, really?" Fang Xiu nodded calmly: "It's up to you."

As he said that, he stepped on Taotie and left directly.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, leaving... leaving?

What does it mean? Do you agree to make peace, or go straight to block the door?