Assisting the male protagonist to become a god: The first spiritualist

Chapter 512 "Since you can't bear to leave him, go down and accompany him..."

The moment he saw the mud marks, Fu Sheng's pupils shrank slightly.

She couldn't help but squeeze the wound hard, and saw that what flowed out of her bitten fingertips was not blood, but mud.

Fu Sheng took a step back suddenly, as if he was bitten by a poisonous snake, and muttered: "Impossible... How is this possible..."

'Fu Sheng' on the other side looked at her reaction and shook his head, "Fakes always think they are the real thing. Even if they see it with their own eyes, they won't believe it... Never mind, let's just end it here..."

After she finished speaking, she gathered spiritual power in her hands and rushed towards Fu Sheng.

Fu Sheng could feel that her aura and attack power were no weaker than his own.

Even... stronger.

Fu Sheng's mind was still blank. When he saw the opponent attacking, he immediately dodged and raised his hand to block the opponent.

After a few moves, Fu Sheng suffered several wounds, and all of those wounds were filled with mud.

Looking at the increasing number of mud stains on his body, Fu Sheng felt extremely heavy.

Just as Fu Sheng was concentrating on fighting with the opponent, he suddenly heard a muffled groan from Yan Su.

Hearing the noise, Fu Sheng immediately turned his head to look, and saw that Yan Su was stabbed in the heart by the sword made of ice in the hand of the opposite "Yan Su".

Just before meeting this couple, in order to avoid confusion, Fu Sheng took out a red rope from the space and tied it around Yan Su and her wrists.

At this moment, seeing the person pierced by the sword in the heart was Yan Su tied with a red rope, Fu Sheng's heart skipped a beat and he exclaimed: "Yan Su!!"

She hurried forward to help Yan Su, and saw that mud was continuously flowing out from the place where Yan Su's heart was pierced by the sword.

Fu Sheng couldn't stop shaking as he held Yan Su's hand.

He was covered in mud just like himself.

Yan Su is no match for the opponent...

His cognition shifted at this moment. Fu Sheng looked at Yan Su's heart and felt his thoughts become confused.

What is going on? Are they really fake?

The opposite side... is the real body?

"Cough cough..." Yan Su coughed, mud kept flowing out of his heart, and his face was as pale as gold paper.

Fu Sheng quickly took out the immortal-level healing pill from the space treasure and fed it to Yan Su.

The voice of 'Fu Sheng' rang in my ears: "It's useless. You counterfeits are made of clay after all. Healing pills will not work on you."

Just as the other party said, after Yan Su took the immortal-level healing pill, his wound did not show any improvement.

The sword wound on his heart could not be stopped and mud continued to ooze out.

Yan Su's consciousness seemed to have become blurred, his eyes were unfocused, but his eyes were still looking at Fu Sheng. He reached out and held Fu Sheng, opened his mouth, and seemed to be murmuring something, but no sound came out.

Seeing him like this, Fu Sheng's eyes were instantly shrouded in mist, and he said in a trembling voice: "Yan Su... Yan Su... Don't scare me..."

Fu Sheng subconsciously wanted to draw a spirit.

However, as soon as he raised his hand, Yan Su in his arms had no signs of life.

Just like the pairs of fakes he had killed before, Yan Su's body turned into mud in an instant and scattered all over the ground.

Fu Sheng's breath choked, and he knelt on the ground, trying to pick up the soil.

However, the soil was scattered everywhere like a quagmire, and Fu Sheng couldn't pick it up at all.

Seeing Fu Sheng's distraught look, 'Fu Sheng' on the opposite side sighed softly, "You counterfeits are not as strong as our real bodies, and death is inevitable. You don't have to struggle anymore. Since you can't bear to leave him, just go down and accompany him..."

The two moon-wheel scimitars that were in a stalemate over there had already decided the winner. Fu Sheng's moon wheel was knocked to the ground by the moon wheel of the opposite side. At this time, Fu Sheng raised her hand and waved, and the moon wheel immediately flew to her side.

Fu Sheng just waved his hand, and the winning scimitar immediately received the order and stabbed towards Fu Sheng's heart.

Fu Sheng knelt on the ground with her head down, as if she was completely unaware of the scimitar stabbing towards her, or didn't care.

Seeing that she didn't resist at all, Fu Sheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he seemed very satisfied with her reaction.

Just when the Crescent Moon Scimitar was about to pierce Fu Sheng's heart, countless vines suddenly emerged out of thin air in front of Fu Sheng.

The vines gathered in front of Fu Sheng, tightly wrapping around the Crescent Moon Saber, preventing it from moving forward even a bit.

Seeing this scene, Fu Sheng on the opposite side looked surprised: "You..."

"Even if I'm fake, you can't be real..." Fu Sheng slowly raised his head, his eyes were silent, and his aura suddenly increased. "Don't even think about deceiving me."

While she was speaking, Fu Sheng's Moon Sword, which had been knocked to the ground, bounced up from the ground in an instant like an arrow shot from a bow. The blade flashed with a cold light and stabbed fiercely at Fu Sheng on the opposite side.

Seeing Fu Sheng's moon wheel stabbing towards him, Fu Sheng's face changed and he immediately dodged.

Fu Sheng's face was calm, and he raised his hand to draw a spirit.

This time Fu Sheng painted very slowly, and the word "death" appeared in the air stroke by stroke.

When I made the first stroke, my fingertips were still the brown color of soil.

By the second stroke the brown had completely faded.

By the time the last stroke was made, the fingertips were already stained with bright red blood.

When the last stroke was made, something seemed to surge in the air.

This time, the momentum of "death" was obviously several times stronger than before.

"Fu Sheng" on the opposite side had just dodged the Crescent Moon Scimitar, and when he looked up, he found that Fu Sheng's painting spirit was complete. He was shocked, and immediately stretched out his hand to draw the spirit, and wrote the word "disappear".

However, when her word "disappear" collided with Fu Sheng's word "death", it was swallowed up completely in an instant.

The word "灭" completely swallowed up the word "消", and then rushed towards "浮笙" with an unstoppable momentum.

The moment it fell on Fu Sheng, the sound of glass shattering was heard all around.

The surrounding scene suddenly became nothingness and turned into fragments that fell to the ground.

When Fu Sheng opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in a field of red maples, and the fog that obscured his vision had dissipated.

"Fu Sheng, you finally broke out!!" Xiao Man's surprised voice came from the sea of ​​consciousness, and then it came out of the sea of ​​consciousness and appeared on Fu Sheng's shoulder.

Fu Sheng's mind was still affected by the scene just now. After hearing this, he calmed down for a while and said, "Did I just fall into an illusion?"

"Yes." Xiao Man said, "We were looking for the last pair, and as we were walking, I was suddenly received into your sea of ​​consciousness, and then you couldn't hear me no matter how I called you."

Before Xiao Man was contracted by Fu Sheng, once Fu Sheng fell into the illusion, she would be automatically squeezed out.

Now Xiaoman and Fusheng have signed the contract, and Fusheng falls into illusion again, and it is automatically taken back into the sea of ​​consciousness.

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