"Fang Xiu! What are you doing!"

"Why did you kill him!"

Everyone was shocked and questioned wildly.

Fang Xiu was very calm: "I will immediately lose control of his spirituality when I see him in the future, and then kill people, so I killed him in advance."

Everyone was skeptical and looked very ugly.

They could not tell if what Fang Xiu was saying was the truth, but they instinctively thought about the darkness.

It is very likely that Fang Xiu was preparing lamp oil, so he deliberately made up a lie that he could kill people on the grounds of seeing the future.

Then next time, you may kill someone for the same reason.

Of course, some people believe Fang Xiu's words, after all, Fang Xiu has saved him and others many times.

"Hahaha........"

The person holding the bronze candlestick laughed wildly, and even started to cough up blood.

"Are you still believing his nonsense? He is using you! Otherwise, why do you think they have been saving you all the way?

Picture you are good-looking? Picture you are rich?

He is trying to make your blood! You are all lamp oil! Ahem..."

Before the man finished speaking, his silver hair directly sealed his mouth.

"Don't cough up blood, it's a waste."

Fang Xiu said calmly.

However, Fang Xiu's move seemed like a ban in the eyes of everyone, afraid that the facts would be revealed.

Soon, the man holding the bronze candlestick died and died of excessive blood loss, but his body did not fall down and was still infused with blood.

Everyone fell into a dead silence.

Not long after, the man completely turned into a mummy.

Fang Xiu controlled the person he had killed before to light the bronze candlestick.

At this moment, someone finally couldn't help asking: "Fang Xiu, you said you will win this battle. Where is the chance of winning?"

"You'll find out soon."

Another silence.

"Fang Xiu, the blood is about to be exhausted. Who are you planning to let the next one?"

As soon as this statement came out, the atmosphere in the venue suddenly became strange.

Everyone stared at Fang Xiu with a serious expression.

"Do you want to wait for death?" Fang Xiu glanced at everyone calmly.

Everyone was slightly stunned.

"Does it take blood to support it for a long time, or does it take a long time to support it for a long time? After resting for a while, you should have recovered some of your combat effectiveness, right?

It's so stupid. When facing the enemy, he doesn't think about how to fight, but instead focuses his mind on who to choose to sacrifice."

Only then did everyone realize that they were blinding their eyes.

Relying on one person's blood support is definitely not as long as a group of people fight.

It turned out that Fang Xiu did not intend to use other people's lives to exchange for life, but just to rest for a while and restore spirituality and physical strength.

For a moment, everyone felt a little ashamed, and they felt that they were thinking too dark.

"Prepare for the fight."

Fang Xiu issued an order and everyone stood up one after another.

After a moment, the candle fire went out.

The roaring slaves around him rushed over like a tide.

The fight began again.

This battle seems to have no end and never ends.

Five minutes later, another casualties occurred, and a spirit master was directly caught by the ghost slave.

Fang Xiu took the opportunity to pull the man over, control the body with his hair, and lit the bronze candlestick again.

Just like this, once someone dies, everyone can get a moment of breathing, and wait until the candle fire is extinguished before continuing to fight.

Torture, despair, fear, are the feelings in everyone's hearts.

However, what is even more desperate is still behind.

Suddenly, the earth roared!

I saw the ground boiling like water, swishing!

Countless rock-like spikes shot out from the ground, piercing countless wicked slaves, and shot straight at everyone.

Fang Xiu's silver hair flew, directly strangling the rock-like spikes.

Chen Lingxue struggled to emit a flame and burned it.

The fat man teleported directly to avoid it. As for Zhao Hao, he was the most relaxed and always hid behind Fang Xiu and never came out.

But the others are not so lucky.

"Ahhhh!"

Screams that came one after another suddenly rang out!

Several spirit masters were pierced and died on the spot.

Such a shocking change shocked everyone.

I saw a small vacuum area among the group of strange slaves, and there was a figure standing there.

It was a man with pale skin, even festering, white eyes without black eyeballs, and wearing a black suit.

The man was constantly waving his arms, causing the ground to rush out of the thorns!

"This is...Lu Xiangyang, the president of the Weird Killing Association!" Someone recognized the man in the suit.

"What! He is Lu Xiangyang? The only second-level spirit master in the Wei Killing Society!"

"He...he has also become a slaughter!"

"Damn it! Even the Nightmare Spirit Master can be transformed into a strange slave! Doesn't that mean that the entire Green Vine City disappears are under its command?"

Everyone felt a sense of despair and powerlessness.

"It's over, we're dead."

"Fang Xiu! This is the future you are talking about!"

Some people showed despair, while others roared wildly.

Originally, I was already desperate enough to face the ordinary ghost slave who could not be killed. I never expected that there was still ghost slave of the spirit master. How could I fight?

Everyone has reached the point where the oil is exhausted, and now it is a dead end.

With Kong Nan's appearance, two more spirit masters left in the group of strange slaves.

They are middle-aged men wearing loose sweatshirts and rosewood bracelets, and a heroic woman wearing a lady's suit and a buzz cut.

"Fu Yun! Kong Nan! How could it be them! They are also second-level!!"

At this time, someone had closed his eyes in despair and fell to the ground directly.

Faced with such a desperate situation, Fang Xiu's face was still calm.

He was thinking that it was not that all the spirit masters in Green Teng City were controlled by nightmare, some should have been devoured by spirituality, and some were hidden in every corner, fighting against dreams.

Otherwise, there would not be only three spirit masters of the ghost slaves. Nightmare should be seen as being the second-level and relatively strong, so they did not swallow them, but turned into strange slaves.

Is this the entire trump card of Nightmare?

No, no, there is Bai Qi.

Bai Qi disappeared for a long time and never appeared from beginning to end. I don’t know whether it is life or death.

Soon, the three spirit masters, Guisan, led the army of Guisan to launch an attack.

Fang Xiu quickly controlled the few people who had just been assassinated by the earth and lit the bronze candlestick with their blood.

Boom boom boom boom!

The strong attack bombarded the miserable green candlelight, causing the candlelight to flash continuously, as if it was about to be extinguished in the next second.

The bodies of those people were turning into mummies at a speed visible to the naked eye. Obviously, under this intensity of attack, they could not even hold on for a minute.

Seeing that he was about to be destroyed, Fang Xiu's mouth was filled with a smile of winning.

"Brother Xiu, when did you still laugh?" Zhao Hao said with a pale face and his legs swaying.

"Didn't you notice that these sage slaves are moving more and more slowly, and even their attack power is starting to weaken?"

"Who still has the heart to care about this? Maybe they are tired, what can this mean?"

Fang Xiu smiled slightly: "It means my plan has been successful."
Chapter completed!