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

"weak?"

Panic surged through Lu Ziming's body like a tide. At this moment, he was like a mortal facing a god. He really couldn't understand that Fang Xiu still thought his field was weak.

This is not the domain of spiritual masters at all, this is the domain of gods!

"Jie Jie Jie... What a wonderful despair!" Fang Xiu took a deep breath, and the despair of a fifth-level powerhouse made him feel intoxicated.

"But it's still a bit of a seasoning. It would be better if I could add some pain."

Lu Ziming's heart has sunk to the bottom, despair and fear enveloped him, but he still did not give up, holding the sword tightly. Now the only thing he can rely on is the sword!

He knew very well who Fang Xiu was, and it was useless to beg for mercy. He would only die in a worse way, especially when the opportunity to leave was right in front of him. Even if he died, he would die before dawn!

"Fang Xiu! Even if your domain is unparalleled, but with such a powerful ability, I don't believe you have any restrictions on how you can use it! If I can steal the heart once, I can steal it a second time."

"Oh?" Fang Xiu was slightly surprised that Lu Ziming didn't kneel down and beg for mercy. But think about it, no matter what Lu Ziming's character is, a person who can become the captain and the top spiritual master in this world will survive for many years in the burial ground. You can call a person who has broken through the fifth level and become the strongest person, but you can never call him a bad person.

He can sell his dignity and kneel down to beg for mercy in order to survive. He can also risk his life to give it a try when the opportunity arises.

His fifth-level gold content is very high, far from Fang Moli, Li Xiaoru and other people who rely on external force to break through the fifth level. Even Joker, who was the first to break through the fifth level, is almost useless.

After all, Joker also relied on Zhou Qingfeng's research results and borrowed the power of strangeness, but Lu Ziming had nothing and relied solely on himself to achieve the fifth level in the burial ground, and his strength was obviously ahead of the fifth level.

The use of the light of the soul is far beyond that of others, like Fang Moli. The role of the light of the soul in his hands is nothing more than body protection and blessing attacks.

But Lu Ziming made full use of the light of his soul. A sword can display various sword powers such as wind, fire, thunder and lightning.

Perhaps, if there is no Fang Xiu and Lu Ziming is allowed to return to the present world, it is really possible for him to come ashore clean and become the bright and majestic captain again. The ugliness and sins of the past are all buried under the light.

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

Clang!

The long sword groaned softly, and Lu Ziming suddenly swung the sword.

The sword energy in the sky is like the Milky Way falling from the nine heavens, washing the world.

"Sword comes out... to save the galaxy!"

Boom--!

The bright sword energy that filled the Infinite Hell was like countless stars falling, and the stars fell like rain for a while.

The unstoppable sword energy was like the water of the Milky Way flowing backwards, sweeping across the entire Hell.

Lu Ziming actually wanted to destroy the Infinite Hell in one fell swoop.

All of Fang Xiu's magical powers are based on the domain, so if you want to break the situation, you must first break the domain.

As the Xinghe Sword Qi fell, the Infernal Hell suddenly felt like it was hit hard. The black fire exploded, the silver rope was broken, the lake was churning, and the instruments of torture were scattered...

Although the Infernal Hell is strong, its strength is still a little inferior to the indestructible light of the soul, especially since Lu Ziming is no longer the original Lu Ziming, and he is still blessed by the power of the forbidden heart.

Under the sword, the Infernal Hell was shattered into pieces. Lu Ziming's face was pale and he was breathing heavily. He supported his body with his sword, which obviously consumed a lot of money, but the fighting spirit in his eyes did not weaken by half.

Fang Xiu stood in the ruins, above the sky, the blood light cast by the blood moon reflected on his body, elongating the arrogant figure, the blood light in his eyes became more and more blazing, reflecting the blood moon in the sky.

The smile at the corner of his mouth kept twisting and widening, admiring the power displayed by Lu Ziming with the attitude of an absolute winner.

"Jiejiejie...not bad power, come on, give me more surprises!

Back in time! "

Following Fang Xiu's order, an incredible scene took place again.

I saw that the Infernal Hell that had been reduced to ruins began to go back in time and quickly recovered. In just a moment, an intact Infinite Hell appeared in front of Lu Ziming's eyes.

"What!?" Lu Ziming's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes. He didn't expect that Fang Xiu's time retrieval was unreasonable.

The Infinite Hell has been completely destroyed, but it can still be restored. The most important thing is that this time retrospective is very confusing.

He is clearly standing in the Infinite Hell. If time can really go back, then it stands to reason that his spirituality should also be restored, but it happens that only the Infinite Hell can go back.

This discovery made him even more horrified. It meant that Fang Xiu could control the scope of time retrieval at will.

Looking at the restored Infernal Hell, Fang Xiu showed a grin of satisfaction. He was still experimenting with his abilities, wanting to see if he could control the scope of time retrieval.

After all, once the range cannot be controlled and the enemy keeps the memory of the past, it means that both sides will always be on the same starting line.

Now that we can control the scope, things are much simpler.

"I don't believe it!" Lu Ziming shouted wildly: "I don't believe that you can use such a powerful ability at will!"

No wonder Lu Ziming raised such doubts. If Fang Xiu could really go back in time at will, he would never win in this life. Once the heart is taken away, people will go back to the past and the cycle will be endless.

But his spirituality continued to be consumed until it was exhausted.

"I really can't cast time back at will. After all, this trick consumes spiritual energy." Fang Xiu said casually.

"But!" His voice suddenly paused, and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "In the burial ground, my spirituality is endless!!

Jie Jie Jie..."

The chilling laughter resounded throughout the world.

Only then did Lu Ziming notice that the edge of Hell, the burial ground connected to the outside world, was constantly devouring the weirdness of the outside world.

At this moment, he completely understood that he was never fighting Fang Xiu, but the entire burial ground.

Definitely lose...

This is the first time in Lu Ziming's life that he has been so desperate. When he narrowly escaped death and became the commander-in-chief in this world, he did not despair. He entered the burial ground and lived a life of darkness every day. He also did not despair. But now when he faced Fang Xiu, he despaired.

Is this really a monster that humans can defeat?

You can't be killed, you can go back in time infinitely, and you can't even snatch your heart. You can only watch your spirituality being exhausted step by step, and then heading towards the abyss.

The most terrifying thing is that if you fall into the opponent's hands, your life will be worse than death.

When his courage began to fade, all he was left with was fear, endless fear.

Lu Ziming looked at the dazzling array of torture instruments in the Eternal Hell, and his body began to tremble unconsciously.

He knew very well what kind of person Fang Xiu was, and since he said he would let himself taste all the instruments of torture, he would definitely do it.

After thinking this, Lu Ziming looked at the sword in his hand, and he accepted his fate.

Swish!

Under Fang Xiu's gaze, Lu Ziming resolutely raised the long sword in his hand, and pierced his heart with the sword. Severe pain instantly hit his body, but a smile of relief appeared on the corner of his mouth.

As the blood spurted out, his consciousness began to blur and gradually dissipate. Just as he was dying of consciousness, he seemed to hear a voice in a trance.

"Back in time."