When I become the official match of the full-level Tu Huang [Unlimited]

The ninth floor was completely submerged into the ground, and the thinner and thinner air became even rarer in the lungs that were constantly squeezed by everyone.

The glass windows in the corridor had already cracked due to the tremendous pressure, and the wet and soft soil rushed in, trying to fill any gaps.

The only six people left in the building were even more trapped on the fifth floor, unable to move an inch.

"Hurry up and think of a way!"

Due to the prolonged lack of oxygen, Tang Xiuping's face was flushed, and he managed to squeeze out a few words from his mouth.

However, the others were not much better. Su Ruoyun glanced at him, and then said softly after a long time:

"What can we do?"

The building is still sinking to the ground, the speed is so fast that it makes people feel dizzy and nauseated.

No one knows where they will sink, or maybe there is only a dead end waiting for them.

Fear of the unknown and a strong sense of oppression made everyone feel extremely heavy.

"It must be the ghost of Qianxiangshen." Pan Haolong panted heavily, his eyes were red, and the eyeballs protruded even more.

Huang Jiao didn't speak, but moth-like colorful wings popped up behind her, dropping light powder constantly.

When the light powder fell on her body, it pulled out fine silk threads, and soon wrapped a thin layer around her body.

Pan Haolong and the others didn't know why, but Yitu and Su Ruoyun knew that Huang Jiao was going to cocoon in the same place in order to protect themselves.

I don't know what the role of the light powder scattered from Huang Jiao's body is, but since she dares to form a cocoon here, it should be able to form an independent space.

A hint of envy flashed in Su Ruoyun's eyes, Huang Jiao still had room to protect himself, but the rest of them could only linger on.

Can no one think of a way out?

Su Ruoyun looked at Yitu subconsciously. As the throne player, the Queen of Hearts is undoubtedly the embodiment of wisdom.

She thought of the turning point in the joint match, and felt inexplicably that they should be fine.

However, the man did not express his opinion for a long time, which made Su Ruoyun feel a little uneasy.

Yitu was hugged by Jiang Hanyu, both of them had their lower bodies under the mud, and it was extremely difficult to lift their legs under the strong sense of weightlessness.

The building was still falling, until everyone's eyes became black and dark, and when they were about to pass out, the building finally stopped.

"Are you there?" Yitu's hand holding Jiang Hanyu was a little numb, and his bloodless lips moved slightly.

The man nodded, trying to pull his body out of the dirt.

Yitu supported him by the side, Jiang Hanyu had great strength, he didn't seem to be suffering from lack of oxygen, and quickly pulled himself out of the mud.

He went back to pick up Yitu, and carried him out directly.

Seeing this, the others opened their mouths slightly and subconsciously raised their hands, but they couldn't even speak.

Jiang Hanyu glanced at it, and didn't intend to save anyone, but conjured up a delicate and beautiful pistol in his hand.

Yitu saw that the little thing looked familiar, and couldn't help smiling at the man.

Jiang Hanyu saw that he was smiling really nicely, so he couldn't help but want to touch Yitu's face.

But his hand only halfway up and stopped in the air, because his hand was full of mud, he didn't want to dirty Yitu's fair little face.

Yitu naturally knew what he was thinking, so he raised his hand back to hold him, and then moved away.

Jiang Hanyu hugged him in his arms, feeling unsatisfied.

It's such a wonderful feeling to have a partner who knows what you want without saying anything.

Jiang Hanyu pointed the pistol at the door behind the two of them, and the moment the snowflake-shaped bullet hit the door, it quickly froze into ice.

Jiang Hanyu didn't use much force, and it was completely shattered with a single knock, melting the water all over the place.

The moment fresh air gushed out, everyone finally came back to life.

When they regained their strength, they helped each other pull each other out of the soil, and helped each other into the house.

Su Ruoyun was pulled out by Tang Xiuping, and shook the dirt off her hands in disgust.

She was about to enter the living room, but she caught a glimpse of Huang Jiao's looming face wrapped in a silkworm chrysalis.

Su Ruoyun hesitated for a moment, then called Pan Haolong, and the two carried the huge silkworm chrysalis into the room.

"Where the hell are we now?"

Tang Xiuping couldn't take it anymore and took off his mud-stained jacket. If it wasn't for the presence of a lady, he would have wanted to take off his jeans, which were almost soaked in the mud.

Yitu who was standing by the window looking out did not speak, Su Ruoyun subconsciously walked over.

Outside the window is no longer a dark and suffocating soil and rock layer, but a bloody red that can't be seen at a glance.

The crimson is like scorching hot magma, exuding a terrifying temperature, so that the space above becomes distorted nothingness visible to the naked eye.

There was no creature in the absolutely silent area, and it was too weird. Just as Su Ruoyun was about to say something, something suddenly crawled out of the building.

When she saw the appearance of that thing clearly, her lips couldn't stop trembling.

It was a completely naked man covered in white. His figure was very well-proportioned, even close to perfect proportions.

If one ignores the huge deformity that grew abruptly behind his spine, it is not difficult to imagine that he has a very handsome face.

However, this man has no face. He has so many faces that they all grow in the wriggling snow-white tumor behind him.

There are men and women, old and young, they roll and twist in the huge tumor, laugh or cry, each face has its own emotion.

Not surprisingly, Yitu saw the faces of each of them there.

Shen Xin's anger and unwillingness, Qi Tao's despair and despair, Su Ruoyun's ridicule and disdain, Kan Xingyuan's indifference...

There were too many faces, and they couldn't count how many there were. They could only watch the man dragging the huge tumor behind him forward, as if he couldn't feel any weight.

After walking about ten meters away, the man stopped.

He turned his head slightly and reached out to touch his spine.

He raised his face without any facial features, and strenuously put his hand into the mass of snow-white tumor, as if he was searching for something.

Yitu frowned slightly, he knew that Qian Xiang was looking for Shi Yan.

However, there are too many faces, and the man has no patience. Even though he has no face, he can still imagine his hideous appearance.

Agitated, the man tore open the tumor growing on his spine, and countless faces screamed and twisted inside.

However, he didn't care at all, and tore it apart with an even more frenzied expression, until the snow-white tumor almost wrapped him in it.

A young and beautiful female body finally crawled out of the tumor, not the face of Mrs. Shi, but the face of Shi Yan.

Shi Yan has a pair of beautiful apricot eyes, even though she is old and fading and becomes the old lady Shi, her eyes still have a shocking light.

Before the age of 27, it was her husband who gave her the light of happiness, and after the age of 27, it was the light of reunion and obsession to make a living.

Mrs. Shi died, but Shi Yan came back to life.

As soon as she appeared, the blood-red ground suddenly began to twist and deform. A pale human hand stretched out first, followed by a blood-stained head.

A tough man's face struggled to expose the ground. He looked at Shi Yan who was not far away, opened his mouth but couldn't say Shi Yan's name.

But Shi Yan's face was full of tears the moment he saw the man.

She didn't care about the burning of the ground, regardless of the redness that scalded her newly reborn flesh, and rushed madly towards the man in hell.

"Shen Zhuang!"

Shi Yan called her husband's name, with the excitement and joy in her eyes after the reunion.

She flew towards her husband who was in hell, tightly grasped his hand, and hugged the tough face that she loved so much.

Shi Yan's tears fell on her husband's neck, the joy of regaining her loss was so great that she didn't know the change of the person in her arms.

She kissed the man's forehead with trembling lips, and said infinitely tenderly:

"Brother Shen, I'm here to take you home."

She really waited too long, for 30 years, spent more than 1 sleepless nights, and spent the rest of her life setting up a situation with no turning back.

Just to meet Shen Zhuang again.

Shi Yan's face was filled with a happy and contented smile, but the face of the person in her arms was gradually distorted and let out a silent roar of pain.

Yitu watched as Shen Zhuang's face suddenly turned blood-colored, and after the flesh faded away, there was a terrifying red skull.

Shen Zhuang died a long time ago, he is in hell, how could he still look like a normal person.

The devil likes to deceive and pretend. It is not Shen Zhuang, but it has fooled Shi Yan.

By the time the woman discovered this change, it was too late.

The sharp claws of the red devil had already penetrated deeply into Shi Yan's back chest, a bloody mess, and a trace of astonishment flashed across her face.

But soon he regained his gentleness, and with a slight sigh of sadness, Shi Yan reached out and hugged the devil in hell without hesitation.

In the blink of an eye, Shi Yan's figure disappeared in place.

However, countless red devils spewed out from the scarlet ground, screaming and crazily competing for the fresh flesh they just got.

And the one called Shen Zhuang by Shi Yan is also sadly one of them.

It took Su Ruoyun a long time to react, her expression was extremely complicated.

"Her husband is no longer human."

No one answered her words, except Shi Yan herself, everyone understood that this was a complete tragedy.

Shi Yan thought that as long as she went to hell, she would be able to find her husband who once loved her so much. For this reason, she did not hesitate to arrange for many years to personally support Qianxiang, in order to bring her back to Shenzhuang from hell.

But in fact, only Yitu knew that Shi Yan never planned to go back alive.

The wish she made to Qianxiang was only to open a door to hell, not to bring her back to Shenzhuang.

Because she knew that Shen Zhuang would not come back, she had known for a long time that it was impossible for Shen Zhuang to return to her side.

But she still went to hell after all the hard work, to accompany her husband who turned into a devil, and to atone for her own sins.

What Shen Xin told Yitu about Shi Yan's past was actually not the case.

The person who killed the adopted daughter was not Shen Zhuang who was shot, but Shi Yan who was dazzled by jealousy.

The adoptive daughter's deformed love and possessiveness for her husband made Shi Yan more and more intolerable.

Shi Yan wanted to send his adopted daughter away, but Shen Zhuang naturally had no objection, and the two who had untied their knots immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Shi Yan wanted to be considerate in handling things, otherwise there would always be someone gossiping behind his back.

They didn't think about the whereabouts of the child, so the two could only wait. Who knew that something would happen after waiting.

The adopted daughter knew her fate of being sent away again, and her anger and hatred led her to have a strong desire for revenge.

She began to spread rumors around the town, and even deliberately found some little boys or created some ambiguous marks on her body, just to blame Shen Zhuang.

After Shi Yan found out about this incident, she talked to her adopted daughter many times, but this pretty little girl refused to accept it.

She even threatened Shi Yan in turn. She wanted Shen Zhuang to be her father, but she did not allow Shi Yan to become her mother.

If Shi Yan still wants to send her away, and take her father away, then she will completely ruin the family.

Shi Yan never thought that an eight or nine-year-old girl would have such a vicious mind.

Anger burned fiercely in his chest, looking at the adopted daughter who was proud of her ugly face, Shi Yan was dominated by desire for a moment, and subconsciously lifted the fruit knife on the table.

She killed her adopted daughter, but Shen Zhuang was the one who committed the crime.

On the day Shen Zhuang was shot, Shi Yan passed out from crying at home.

So, from the day her husband passed away, Shi Yan never stopped thinking about seeing each other again.

Now, she saw it, but the price was really terrible.

Shi Yan was dragged to hell by the devils, and Qian Xiang fulfilled his promise.

After Shi Yan's death, the snow-white tumor began to squirm continuously until it completely enveloped the fit man.

Countless human faces tried to become the face of Qianxiang, but none of them fit together successfully.

Often one is pasted up, and the next one is tightly covered on it.

People watching such a scene couldn't help frowning, but their focus was not on Qianxiang's face, but on the snow-white tumor underneath.

It was a door glowing with white light, which was very similar to the house number, but inside the door clearly reflected the scene in the Qianqian community.

This is not the door to the real world, but the door to the poker field.

And if they want to return to reality, they must first return to the poker field.

"What are you still standing there for?!" Tang Xiuping couldn't help shouting, "It's leaving!"

Qianxiang wanted to leave hell, so it was naturally impossible to care about their lives.

It feeds on human emotion, but has no interest in living flesh.

Dragging the whole building down to hell is just for convenience.

At this moment, it was about to leave, and everyone's expressions changed immediately.

Tang Xiuping pulled out a silver snake whip from behind, jumped down from the fifth floor without thinking, leaned over and rushed towards Qian Xiang.

They all know that if the gates of hell are closed, being trapped here will only lead to death.

The whole building couldn't help sinking into the crimson blood, but in the crimson blood sea there were countless red devils that couldn't be killed at all.

If they don't want to end up like Shi Yan, they have to leave hell with Qianxiang.

However, Qianxiang is not something to provoke, Tang Xiuping's silver whip tried to drag Qianxiang away from the gate of hell.

However, the moment the whip touched Qianxiang's body, it was melted into the body by the sarcoma.

There seemed to be an invisible hand inside, tightly grasping the whip and not letting go.

A trace of horror flashed in Tang Xiuping's eyes, and he just wanted to let go, lest he be dragged into it by that thing.

However, his reaction was fast enough, but it was still a bit late.

The snow-white sarcoma suddenly swelled countless times, almost as high as a three-story building.

Countless arms and legs protruded from it, and they rushed to Tang Xiuping in an instant, and there was no time to dodge, and they were swallowed up by the package in an instant.

Tang Xiuping let out a terrified scream, the only remaining head was exposed, but he couldn't even utter a word for help.

Soon, the sarcoma covered his mouth and his desperate eyes, until the last strand of hair disappeared.

Su Ruoyun was stunned, subconsciously said:

"No!"

Her cry was not because of Tang Xiuping's death, but because of the disappearance of the gate of hell.

Because of Tang Xiuping's sudden appearance, the big thing was obviously frightened, and it actually closed the door under it.

The whole building has been sinking, and the sea of ​​red blood has already covered the fourth floor, and they are also sinking after seeing them.

Pan Haolong looked back at the others hesitantly, then nimbly grabbed the window sill and climbed up to the roof.

Su Ruoyun had no choice but to grit her teeth and climb up.

She didn't have any props and couldn't fly into the air, so when she encountered this situation, she looked extremely flustered.

And the couple behind her seemed much calmer and calmer.

Yitu's eyes still fell on Qianxiangshen, the door leading to the playing field must still be there, but it was just hidden by Qianxiang on purpose.

Jiang Hanyu hugged him into his arms, and in order to bring him back to his senses, he reached out and squeezed the soft flesh on the back of Yitu's neck.

Yitu glared at him in pain, the man couldn't help but kissed his cheek, his voice full of laughter.

"Let's go."

Yitu nodded, Jiang Hanyu put his arms around his slender waist and led him away from the sunken building.

The two of them stopped quietly in mid-air, staring down, like mighty gods.

Su Ruoyun was a little surprised, even though she knew that Zhong Qing was the Red Queen, and she was very powerful.

But she never expected that the person who was the consort of the Red Queen would not seem to be weak.

The Red Queen does not have the ability to fly, and the person who really has the ability to fly is his spouse.

A trace of complexity flashed in Su Ruoyun's eyes, she bit her lip lightly, and looked at Pan Haolong beside her.

"The building is about to sink, what should we do?"

Pan Haolong glanced at her and said calmly:

"I can't protect you."

There was no surprise on Su Ruoyun's face, but she still wanted to say something.

Pan Haolong did not give her this chance, but interrupted:

"That thing down there is a little god."

"What?" Su Ruoyun froze for a moment, unable to understand what he meant.

Pan Haolong knew that she had never encountered such a situation, and in fact he had never experienced it either, only heard about it.

After all, the people who can walk out of the pseudo-god card game are all top players standing on the A-shaped tower.

Pan Haolong smiled wryly, "We are lucky."

The strength of the pseudo-god-level card field is not higher than the rating given by the system.

But the premise must be that the players do not have the necessary conditions to trigger the resurrection of false gods.

However, the consequence of their over-arrogance is that the little god Qianxiang was successfully resurrected by Shi Yan, and they were dragged into a space that did not belong to the card game.

Once the gods are successfully resurrected, this card field will no longer be a ninth-level card field, but a pseudo-god-level card field.

As a game veteran, Jiang Hanyu had already discovered such a fact when he entered the alternative space.

But it was too late to say anything at that time, and no one could leave here alive unless he killed the gods.

Jiang Hanyu looked at Qianxiang below, his eyes became cold.

Ten golden Sanskrit lines quietly appeared on his body, silently surrounding the two of them.

It's not the first time, it's just killing God.