Spirit Realm Walker

The footsteps were very stiff, without the briskness of a living person, as if they were walking with stiff knees.

When Zhang Yuanqing and others heard the footsteps, it was already approaching the door.

It was very abrupt, and the owner of the footsteps seemed not to want to give the people in the room time to react.

Wang Mingming is back?

Zhang Yuanqing's heart was awe-inspiring, his adrenaline was soaring, and he instinctively opened the inventory, preparing to take out the props and fight.

But in a flash, he changed his mind again, lowered his voice and issued a short reminder:

"Go to bed!"

He quickly rushed to the bed on the left, and at the same time controlled Blood Rose to silently jump to the upper bunk and lay down straight.

Princess Yinyao and the palace master acted at the same time. The former chose the lower bunk on the right, while the latter chose Zhang Yuanqing's bed.

Wearing a red skirt, she fluttered into Zhang Yuanqing's arms and pushed hard into his arms. The pair of crystal jade feet under the hem of the skirt playfully hooked his legs.

The delicate fragrance penetrates the nose in wisps, and it is unclear whether it is the fragrance of shampoo or the body fragrance of a young woman.

This is really good at flirting. Zhang Yuanqing thought helplessly, while slowing down his breathing and pretending to be asleep.

Article 13 of the employee handbook stipulates:

If you hear unusual noises in the dormitory at night, please lie on the bed, pretend to sleep, ignore them, and never leave the bed.

In this kind of high-level rule-based props, Zhang Yuanqing believes that following the rules is safer than fighting.

No matter how powerful they are, can they be stronger than a Dominator-level rule-based prop?

Footsteps entered the house.

Boom, boom, boom. Stiff and heavy footsteps walked through the door and entered the room.

Zhang Yuanqing closed his eyes tightly and couldn't see the owner of the footsteps, and he didn't dare to use the perspective of the spiritual servant to peek. Judging from the feedback of the footsteps, he could imagine the person's height, weight, and walking posture.

The other party was over two meters tall and weighed over two hundred kilograms. His heavy footsteps did not sound like a living person, but like a cold, stiff corpse.

After entering the house, the footsteps did not stop, but lingered in the room.

Dong-dong-dong...it wanders between the beds.

It knew there was someone on the bed, it could see us, Zhang Yuanqing, and had some secret thoughts in his mind.

At this time, he heard footsteps stopping beside his bed.

Then, Zhang Yuanqing smelled a damp and putrid smell, like a dead rat rotting in the sewer.

He knew without looking that the thing was looking at him, and it was very close.

Zhang Yuanqing slowed down his breathing and remained motionless.

About three to five minutes later, the rancid smell went away, and the thumping of footsteps sounded again, heading towards the door.

Heavy and stiff footsteps walked out of the door, then echoed in the corridor until they disappeared completely.

The four people on the bed were so stupid that they still didn’t get up. After waiting for a long time, the Master of the Killing Palace sat up holding Zhang Yuanqing’s chest, looking left and right, and said:

"It's gone."

Only then did Zhang Yuanqing open his eyes. He looked around first, at the door, and then at the windows to make sure there were no scary monsters. He was finally relieved.

Successfully averted a crisis.

While he was relaxed, a long-lost excitement arose in his heart, and the thrill and fear he felt in the She Ling Tunnel came back.

"Leave quickly, it may come back. We have got some of the rules. It's time to get down to business. We don't have much time." Zhang Yuanqing did not forget the purpose of coming here tonight.

Only then did he realize that the princess was lying on the bed and did not get up.

"Are you planning to sleep here until dawn?" Zhang Yuanqing said angrily.

Princess Yinyao opened her eyes slowly and raised her trumpet plausibly:

"Keep your hands steady, just in case it comes back with a killing blow."

So you let us two be cannon fodder? The princess is actually a bitch, a bitch and a coward. Zhang Yuanqing twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "You are good at learning modern vocabulary. If you can't steady your hands, sleep here. We will come back to you after we finish processing."

Princess Yinyao pretended not to hear his sarcasm and stood up silently, acting like a brainless Inferi.

Three people and one corpse jumped down from the floor and walked away quickly along the path covered with shrubs, weeds and trees.

The moonlight was bright, the dark room was silent, and the notebook discarded on the ground turned pages strangely automatically. On the blank page, a line of font appeared:

"I'm very happy that the patrol went smoothly tonight, because there are four new employees in the dormitory building, two have no heartbeats, and two have heartbeats. There have been no new employees for a long time. I am very lonely, and I will always follow them."

The little fat man had never seen a domination-level battle, and it was a domination-level melee.

The golden sun rises one after another, is extinguished, and rises again, over and over again.

The streets cracked open and cracks appeared. High-rise buildings were crumbling in the cracks. A six-meter-tall stone giant crawled out of the cracks in the ground and smashed one corpse after another.

Thick roots shoot up from the ground, spreading all over the sky like tentacles, crushing a stone giant.

The mysterious man in black robes stood on a tall building in the distance, holding high a long sword polished with ink and glossy, like a commander in chief, directing the charge of the endless army of evil things.

During this period, there were four flying swords flying horizontally and horizontally, whistling like electricity, and occasionally emitting weird, harsh, soul-rending screams.

Fu Qingyang, dressed in white and wearing a gorgeous cloak, stood proudly. Countless Yin zombies came one after another to kill him, but none could get within ten meters of him.

Ten meters away, corpses were piled up layer upon layer, but within ten meters they were all clean.

Elder Hongying's body bloomed with golden light, her hands formed seals, and miniature suns floated above her head. The golden light shone everywhere, and evil spirits were quickly purified.

Both sides dominate the air battle, with dazzling skills emerging one after another.

There is no melee combat in the whole process, just skill-based bombardment.

The scene is more like a fight between gods and gods, and melee combat seems to have become a common skill and cannot be promoted on the stage.

On the street, in front of a milk tea shop, a fat man sat cross-legged on the ground, watching the battle with fear.

Beside him are Yin Ji, Xia Shu, Hua Yu, Gao Shan Liu Shui. A total of six saints.

Seven people sat cross-legged in a circle, with a palm-sized clay sculpture of Tu Gong in the center.

"Do these props work? Can they block the master's attack? What if we are targeted by the master?" The little fat man's face turned pale and his tongue was tied.

The official saints remained silent and paid no attention to this evil profession.

"In other words, just let me come in. It's just bait after all. Why are you so confused that we can participate in a Dominator-level battle without spending money?"

Seeing that there was still no response, the soft-hearted Yinji thought for a while and said softly:

"Don't worry, this item can block the master's attack, at least three times, and this is enough for the elders to rescue. We are here to deal with Master Chunyang, but he seems to be absent."

"Maybe he's hiding, waiting for an opportunity to take action against us." Xia Shuzhilian's voice was like the collision of ice cubes.

As long as the enemy hasn't been lured out, let's be killed by the master first, said Little Fatty Xin.

Complaints are complaints, and having someone tremble with him is exactly what he wants.

What he needs and lacks most is a sense of security.

That's why we need a boss.

"Looking at their confrontation, it seems like there is no winner for a while." The insecure little fat man looked for a topic.

Huayu frowned her delicate eyebrows and said impatiently:

"You talk so much nonsense. If it weren't for the three chapters of the agreement between the Nihility Sect and the official, I would send you back to the spiritual realm right now."

Lawful professions never have a good look on evil professions, even if this fat man looks quite gentle.

"Obviously he was worried about angering the elders of the Southern Sect, so he didn't dare to kill me." The little fat man corrected.

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At this time, Yin Ji frowned and said, "Look carefully, how long has it been since the elders of the Southern Sect used spiritual strikes."

"It's been two minutes." The little fat man's round face suddenly became solemn: "It's been two minutes. Before, a mental attack would be launched every ten seconds."

Xia Shuzhilian and others were shocked.

A good minister chose his master and killed himself while still alive. It is unlikely that the elders of the southern faction would rebel. The only truth is that two elders of the southern faction were attacked.

Currently, there are two elders dispatched by Dark Night Rose, the Great Protector who controls the army of evil creatures, and the Spring God (the professional name of the dominant wood demon).

How could the two masters alone be the rivals of the official and southern factions?

Since Night Rose wants to fight against others, they must have gathered enough people. Therefore, the elders of the Southern Sect are most likely to be entangled by the enemy master lurking in the dark.

With the inner demon's characteristic of coming and going without a trace, since he couldn't get rid of the enemy immediately, it means that the opponent is extremely difficult to deal with.

After a stalemate for so long, Night Rose began to fight back.

As soon as this idea emerged in the minds of the saints, Fu Qingyang suddenly raised the Jade Dragon Sword in his hand and made a blocking gesture.

"boom!"

There was a sharp sound and sparks flew everywhere.

Fu Qingyang suddenly slipped away, his expensive handmade leather shoes cracked with a "gra" sound, and his brand new white suit tore apart cracks in his strength.

A tall figure appeared where Fu Qingyang was standing just now.

This man is 1.9 meters tall, has eight arms, his body is covered with twisted and weird runes, his muscles are like steel, and there is not an inch of fat. Even the most successful bodybuilder in the world would feel ashamed in front of him.

The eight arms hold swords, guns, double swords, halberds, rings, sticks and ropes!

He has a shiny bald head, rough and strong facial features, and silver rings on his earlobes, nose, and lips.

Silver Moon King! !

Not only the saints, but also the expressions of the two elders Hongying and Gao Feng also changed slightly.

Although Silver Moon Heavenly King has just entered the master stage, he is a freak blessed by Shura. As early as the peak of the saint, he can fight one or two moves with the master, and he is a peak profession.

This kind of character cannot be treated as an early stage of dominance.

No one knows how powerful he is now.

After repelling Fu Qingyang, Silver Moon Heavenly King, a melee professional, immediately attacked with eight weapons from all directions, as fast as thunder and as fast as an afterimage.

Even though Fu Qingyang had the Insight Skill, he only had one sword after all. Soon his body was stained with bloody wounds.

With a stern look on his face, he waved his sword to block and retreated slowly. At the same time, he summoned four flying swords to attack Silver Moon King from the rear and side.

For a moment, the flying swords circled around the eight-armed man. Every time he tried to attack, he was easily knocked away, causing sparks to fly.

The Silver Moon King laughed wildly while attacking quickly:

"Hey, Fu Qingyang, why have you become weaker? Oh, I forgot. Master Yan's bonus to melee combat is not great. Your skills are almost Taoist. Use them quickly and see if I can block it."

His expression was twisted with bellicosity and excitement, and he was laughing wildly.

Anger is not actually the spiritual attribute of King Silver Moon, but aggression is.

Elder Hongying and Elder Gao Feng immediately took action to assist Fu Qingyang.

In the saint stage, the scout is the most outstanding melee profession, but in the domination stage, it develops in the direction of "leading the army and commander".

In the dominating stage of the Bewitched Demon, he is called the Ancient God of War and continues to develop his combat abilities.

In terms of duel, Yanshi could not be the opponent of the ancient God of War.

In addition, although Fu Qingyang's skills are close to the rule, the rule is "must hit", not a sure kill.

When you reach the dominance stage, it is difficult to be as decisive and unstoppable as you were when you were a saint.

On the other side, the great protector wrapped in black robes and holding a carbon sword flew in the wind, behind him was the yin energy like a tsunami and a violent wave.

It's time for him to take action.

"No need to help!"

Fu Qingyang's cold voice interrupted the two elders who were preparing to rush to help.

Even though he was retreating steadily, and even though his proud melee ability was firmly suppressed by the ancient god of war, his expression remained cold and calm.

This man never seems to have violent mood swings, except when he angrily scolds Yuanshi Tianzun for entering the house and knocking on the door.

At a certain moment, Fu Qingyang knocked back the Silver Moon King with a straight slash.

Thump thump thump. The eight-armed man retreated, his hands used to block the slashes cracked.

He froze.

Fu Qingyang's seemingly casual sword actually contained power that even he couldn't resist.

"laugh!"

After repelling the Silver Moon King, Fu Qingyang inserted the Jade Dragon Sword into the ground and stood in front of him.

Then, he raised his hand and grabbed it into the void, only to hear a loud "dong" sound, and a bronze box half a man's height fell heavily.

The bronze box lid is engraved with the majestic white tiger, and the four boxes are engraved with ferocious beasts such as Zhu Yan and Yaizhen.

Fu Qingyang kicked open the lid of the box, and with a "clang" sound, the lid opened, and black shadows jumped out from the bronze box. They were cast from bronze and were 1.6 meters tall. They were holding bronze swords from the Warring States Period, and their facial features were fierce and twitching towards the other side. Unified, a hundred statues.

Fu Qingyang stretched out his arms, palms facing down, and his fingers trembled flexibly, like a skilled puppet master.

Hundreds of bronze terracotta warriors all turned their heads, staring at the Silver Moon King with ferocious and hollow eyes.

"Soldier storage box?" Silver Moon King grinned. The muscles on his left and right shoulders bulged and cracked, and two bloody heads emerged.

The two heads that were exactly the same as the Silver Moon King said arrogantly: "What can you do to me!"

The three-headed and eight-armed ancient war god is not afraid of group battles.

The final outcome of these bronze warriors must be chopped into pieces by him one by one.

"Don't you want to experience my slashing?"

Fu Qingyang spoke, and the cloak behind him made a loud "snap" sound. He fluttered and activated the amplification function of the palace swordsman's cloak.

The hundreds of bronze warriors seemed to be infused with unimaginable power, and they slowly raised their bronze swords.

At this moment, a huge sense of crisis came from all directions, overwhelming the Silver Moon King.

In his perception, every sword contains rules that cannot be avoided, and every sword is full of sword energy that can cut through gold and jade.

The terrifying sword energy even stung the two elders and saints.

A hundred swords with almost Tao skills? !

He might be able to withstand Fu Qingyang's skill once, but can he withstand it a hundred times?

A huge sense of crisis exploded in Silver Moon King's heart, and every nerve and cell in his body was roaring wildly, telling him to run for his life.

But he couldn't escape.

He was locked by a hundred swords with almost Tao skills.

"I didn't fight back just now because I wanted to see how strong you would be after you were promoted to master." Fu Qingyang said in a tone of comment on a junior:

"I'm a little behind in all aspects. I'll work harder next time."

He pressed lightly with his two palms: "Cut!"

The next moment, a hundred bronze swords fell at the same time.

One hundred sword energy overwhelmed the Silver Moon King.

"Pap tap tap."

The new king was dismembered on the spot, and the broken pieces of flesh and internal organs fell to the ground, splashing a sad red color all over the ground.

Fu Qingyang lowered his eyes, looked at the pieces of meat on the ground with a stern expression, and said calmly:

"You fell down before I could do anything."

Elder Hongying and Elder Gao Feng were stunned on the spot.

The great protector coming from the wind made an emergency stop in the air.

The saints sitting cross-legged on the spot were all stunned and lost their minds.

The scene was silent.

zoo.

Zhang Yuanqing took the palace lord and the princess back to the fork in the road.

At this time, the mud scattered on the ground was almost dry. It had been almost twenty minutes since entering the zoo.

Even if Elder Dog hadn't arrived at the Rice Dumpling Market, he was almost there. If he hadn't reacted, realized that this was a plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain, and returned immediately, then Zhang Yuanqing would only have twenty minutes.

What's more, there is a female marshal who may return at any time.

The King of Fear cannot hold off the marshal for long. According to the free maniac, the physical output of the female marshal is among the best among demigod-level powerhouses.

To fight the marshal, you rely on your thick health bar to hold on.

Zhang Yuanqing was a little anxious and spoke quickly:

"I have observed the scale of the animal garden. The core area is not too big. It will not be too difficult to find the camphor tree that imprisons the magic eye."

"But there are many routes!" Princess Yinyao held the small speaker:

"Different routes bring different dangers. I hope that the route that Camphor Tree Spirit takes will follow the rules we have read in the employee handbook."

"How can you have such good luck?" Zhang Yuanqing said helplessly.

Suddenly, he remembered the "lucky necklace" in his inventory. In a place where gambling and luck depend on luck, a lucky necklace might work wonders.

Zhang Yuanqing immediately took out the necklace and put it on, saying:

"This is something good that will make Lady Luck fall in love with me."

"Then I will kill her." The palace owner said.

"Bah, bah, bah, children's words are unbridled, children's words are unbridled," Zhang Yuanqing spat.

The two corpses walked quickly along the spacious cement road, tracing the traces of broken soil and mud. After a while, a road sign appeared in everyone's field of vision.

【Dodder Garden】

Article 6 of the employee handbook flashed through their minds instantly:

"When passing the Dodder Garden, try to pass as quickly as possible. If you see someone shouting, don't look back."

Zhang Yuanqing said happily:

"The necklace has taken effect."

The crises in the zoo are scattered in nine routes. There are not too many dangers on a single route. Maybe you can see the magic eye by walking through the Dodder Garden.

There was no need to communicate, and the two bodies flew away.

Ten seconds later, Zhang Yuanqing smelled a strange fragrance.

The moonlight was hazy, and a flower field appeared in front of them. The greenery was dotted with white silk-like flowers, undulating slightly in the night wind.

Unable to look, he silently withdrew his gaze and sped up his running pace.

The employee handbook clearly stated "fast pass" and "no turning back." He was worried that if he looked at it more, something terrible would happen.

The Dodder Garden is not large, only about two hundred meters in diameter. For them, this distance can be covered with their eyes closed...

But at this moment, the surroundings suddenly fogged up.

The thick fog came from nowhere, and instantly turned white, as thin as gauze, and as light as floating dust.

The way forward is gone.

Article 5 of the Employee Handbook - If you encounter thick fog, please stay where you are, don't move, don't talk, and wait for the thick fog to dissipate.

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly stopped and his heart sank to the bottom.

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Ps: typos should be corrected first and then corrected.