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

Lu Ziming was different. He needed to concentrate all his attention to avoid the sudden attack of the Shadow Stepper. But now he was so confused and he had been hit several times. His body was no longer as agile as before. He had to avoid it after several close calls.

Such an embarrassing situation made Lu Ziming even more angry. He thought more than once that if his strength was not suppressed and he could still use the light of the soul, this shadow-trampling trick would be nothing! ?

Shadow-trampling is nothing more than stepping on the shadow and using the shadow as a medium to inject strange power into the body of the person being stepped on, and then breed a new shadow-trampling magic in the body, sucking the body dry.

Even if I sacrifice the light of the soul and let you step on the shadow while standing there, you can't break the defense of the light of the soul!

It's just a pity that there is no if.

But at this moment, the Shadow Traitor, who had been unable to step on Fang Xiu's shadow, seemed to have lost his patience and actually changed his target and walked towards Lu Ziming.

Lu Ziming's face turned pale for an instant, and his whole person was shrouded in the shadow of death.

At this moment, he no longer cared about dignity or humiliation, and immediately performed a sliding kneeling method that was more standard than Tong Yang's and slid in front of Fang Xiu.

After all, his physical fitness is far stronger than that of Tong Yang. Tong Yang skated two meters, and he skated at least three meters.

Boom boom boom!

"Captain Fang Rao!"

He clenched his fists tightly and lowered his head tightly. Veins popped up on his face, almost breaking his teeth.

Feeling the near-substantial hatred and humiliation on Lu Ziming's body, Fang Xiu revealed a sinister smile on his lips.

"Jie Jie Jie...not a bad emotion, get out!"

Lu Ziming, who was amnesty, endured the pain in his knees and quickly got up and ran away.

In contrast to his embarrassment, Fang Xiu walked towards the corridor leisurely.

Changing his body shape from time to time, he can still avoid the attacks of two shadow-trampling ghosts at the same time.

After all, eating millions of snakes and insects in the past two months at the burial ground was not for nothing.

Soon, Fang Xiu shook off the Shadow Traitor and joined the crowd.

At the end of the corridor is a small garden with lush vegetation and trees. There are also pavilions and water pavilions in the middle. However, this beautiful scenery is shrouded in the penetrating darkness, which only makes people feel inexplicable fear, fearing that someone will emerge from the woods at some time. A strange one came out.

Everyone was walking very slowly in the garden, and no one dared to move rashly. They kept scanning the surroundings, taking every step they took, fearing that they had violated some kind of taboo.

It wasn't until Fang Xiu's arrival that everyone finally found their backbone.

Even if the people in the funeral know that Fang Xiu's goal is their spirituality, it is better than that they are still strong in the strange hands now.

If Fang Xiu wants to devour spirituality, he must wait until he gets out of the Zhou Mansion's suppression. When that time comes, there may not be a chance of survival. This is a common thought among everyone.

Under the leadership of Fang Xiu, everyone carefully shuttled through the garden.

Suddenly, there was an exclamation from the end of the line.

"Who! Who tapped me on the shoulder!"

I saw a person at the burial ground with a shocked face, constantly looking at the people around him.

"I didn't photograph you."

"I do not have either."

"Who's filming you at this time?"

Everyone denied it, but the man's face became paler and paler because no one photographed him. Doesn't that mean that the person who photographed him was not a human being?

It's tricky!

His expression changed drastically, and he quickly pulled the clothes off his shoulders, took a closer look, and was immediately shocked.

In the dark night, there was a bloody handprint on his shoulder, which was as red as blood, exuding a strong and strange aura.

"It's Gui! Gui shot me!"

"Damn! When!"

Everyone quickly and cautiously glanced around, fearing that they would be attacked by a sneak attack.

However, after scanning several times, I still didn't see any strange figure.

At this time someone asked: "What do you feel now?"

The man with bloody handprints on his body looked pale and said, "I don't feel anything."

Everyone frowned, didn't feel anything? Could this bloody fingerprint be just a prank?

The thing is, Gui doesn't play pranks.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed: "You...your bloody fingerprints are spreading!"

"what!?"

The man was shocked and turned to look at the bloody handprints. He saw that the originally palm-sized bloody handprints had grown in size by a full circle, covering almost half of his back. There was no longer any shape of the handprints, and it was just a spread of blood. Bloodstains.

"Quick! Get the knife and help me cut off this piece of skin!"

After all, he was a fourth-level spiritual master and had survived in the burial ground for such a long time. Faced with such a strange scene, although he panicked, he still did not lose his mind and chose the safest method.

No matter what the blood handprint is, there must be a good thing in short, cut it off first.

A man who was familiar with him pulled out the dagger and walked towards him dignifiedly, holding his shoulder with one hand, and holding the knife.

"Be patient."

"Ah."

Just when he was about to take action, a magical scene occurred. The blood stains on the man's back disappeared out of thin air.

"Disappeared...disappeared!?"

Everyone was in disbelief. What was going on? Could it be that this weirdo is afraid of knives?

The man who took the knife suddenly felt a warmth behind him, and it felt like a blood flowed.

His expression changed wildly, and he suddenly pulled his back apart to see that a pool of identical blood appeared on his back.

Seeing this scene, everyone quickly moved away from the man holding the knife, as if they had agreed upon it.

"You...you guys!" The man holding the knife obviously realized something. He gritted his teeth and rushed towards the crowd.

No one is a fool, especially everyone is a high-level spiritual master. The scene where the blood stains just transferred has made everyone understand the killing pattern of this shooting trick.

That is, contact with people will leave bloody fingerprints, and the person who is left with the bloody fingerprints can only survive if he comes into contact with other people, so that the bloody fingerprints will be transferred to other people.

During this process, the bloody handprints will turn into blood stains, getting bigger and bigger.

Although I don't know what will happen if I become enlarged, judging from everyone's experience, when blood stains cover a person's body, that person is probably dead.

This is very much like the game of passing a grenade. Pull out the pull tab of a grenade and pass it among the hands of everyone. Then it depends on who is unlucky and the grenade ends up in whose hand it explodes.

The man holding the knife felt the warm blood on his back, his eyes were splitting, and he chased everyone frantically. Everyone fled in all directions, and only Fang Xiu stood calmly on the spot.

The man with the knife rushed in front of Fang Xiu, raised his hand and wanted to make contact, but after meeting Fang Xiu's eyes that were as calm as dead water, he hesitated and was afraid, and actually did not dare to make a move.

Finally gritted his teeth and directly bypassed Fang Xiu to chase others.

There was no way, Fang Xiu left him with too much fear.

Fortunately, the physical fitness of the man holding the knife was not weak, and he actually caught up with someone.

This person is none other than Wen Jinglong!

Wen Jinglong was also unlucky. In the previous battle with Fang Xiu, he injured his leg, which made his legs and feet weak and he couldn't run fast.

Snapped!

He slapped Wen Jinglong hard, and the blood stains immediately moved away.

The man holding the knife suddenly showed a look of ecstasy, and without any hesitation, he turned around and ran away.

Wen Jinglong was frightened and angry, and he didn't care to curse. He chased people when he saw them.

It's a pity that no one can catch up with him because of his limited legs and feet.

At this time, the blood stains had spread all over the upper body, even through the clothes and spread to the neck.

In the crisis of life and death, he was like a wild beast in desperate situation, looking fiercely at Fang Xiu, the only one standing there.