As the thirty seconds of footsteps gradually came to an end, Zhang Yuanqing felt anxious and sweat broke out on his forehead.
He didn't want the team to lose members in this dungeon. Everyone present was his beloved relative and friend. Even the young man with the most troublesome problem, Xia Hou Aotian, was his confidant and a companion who could stand up and fight.
To take a step back, if the team loses members at this level, the danger level of subsequent levels will increase dramatically, and deaths may occur.
What he wants is not just to clear the dungeon, but also to have zero deaths.
The sound of footsteps was about to end, think of a way, think of a way... Zhang Yuanqing instinctively wanted to summon the army of Inferi, and let the cannon fodder block the knives for his teammates. Then he thought about it, the beheading attack was not a random attack on enemies, but a female sculpture.
manipulate.
Female sculptures are thoughtful and intelligent.
This means that her target will be very clear, it must be between the five masters, and she will never waste the precious opportunity on the Inferi.
Using the Inferi to block the knife has zero chance of improving your survival rate.
Who would be the target of the statue?
Zhang Yuanqing's thoughts were spinning rapidly, and his brain power was reaching its limit.
For the female statues, Xiahou Aotian and Princess Yinyao pose the least threat. The former has three defensive props, and the latter is a negative object, so neither of them is the first target.
She will choose between me, Fu Qingyang and the Demon Eye King.
Among the three, I am the weakest in combat power, but I am a day traveler who specializes in dealing with evil objects, so the probability of her choosing to kill me is not low.
We must find a way to protect three people at the same time.
Zhang Yuanqing went through all his props and methods in two or three seconds.
Then, he grabbed the Yata Mirror and shouted: "Boss, where are you?"
"Here!" Fu Qingyang's voice came from the front right.
"Catch it, use it, and then put away the sword and cloak." Zhang Yuanqing threw the Yata Mirror towards the source of the sound, and only heard a "bang" sound, as if it hit something.
Did it hit the boss? He didn't catch it? Well, it was because of the black smoke! Zhang Yuanqing pretended not to hear, quickly took out the Little Red Riding Hood, shook off an inferi, then grabbed the perfect human skin and the dragon aura amulet, and threw it towards
The face of the Inferi.
The perfect human skin was attached to the body of the Inferi, and it squirmed for a while, turning the Inferi into a devilishly evil king with slightly raised mouth corners.
Finally, he took out the companion spirit moon and put it on his forehead, letting the black vine-like pattern cover half of his face.
After doing all this, the footsteps happened to stop.
Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief and entered the state of night travel.
In this way, the female statue can only choose between Fu Qingyang and the Demon Eye. If the female sculpture is the Demon Eye, then the perfect human skin will inherit the cause and effect. If she chooses the sword Fu Qingyang, she will have to distinguish between the two Fu Qingyangs.
Who is the fake.
Even if the real body is hit by the sword, there will still be a clone to take part in the battle on behalf of the real Fu Qingyang.
However, Zhang Yuanqing believes that it is unlikely that the female statue would choose Fu Qingyang as its target.
First, the bewitching eye of the Demonic Eye can be called a bug-level strong control. Although Fu Qingyang's slashing attack is unreasonable, the female statue can withstand it with her body, but it cannot resist the bewitching eye.
Second, Fu Qingyang and the female statue are both swordsmen, and they know the basics of the same profession, so what is there to be afraid of? It's just a matter of seeing who has the sharper edge and tougher guy when fencing.
Based on these two points, Zhang Yuanqing feels that as long as the female sculpture has normal thinking, she will definitely choose to kill him or the magic eye first.
Of course, if the female sculpture's attacks are regular and can see through his hidden state, then Zhang Yuanqing won't be afraid, because the Ripa God's vitality is so strong that he can kill just one person by beheading him, and it won't be fatal.
Fu Qingyang's clone can replace him whose combat power is vacant, and can also level the female statue.
As the footsteps stopped, the black smoke quickly receded.
Fu Qingyang and Demon Eye were the first to look at each other. They both believed that the female sculpture would choose the other as its target.
Seeing that each other was fine, they breathed a sigh of relief at first, and then were shocked. They quickly searched for Yuanshi Tianzun, and saw Yuanshi Tianzun beside the bushes more than ten meters away.
Both Daode Tianzun and Mr. Qian were slightly relieved.
Xiahou Aotian said "Huh": "No one lost their head? Which of you guarded against the attack of that ghost statue!"
Phew, stay for a whole day of Christmas Eve! Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief and pointed to the Yin corpse at his feet: "It's dead. I used it to block the attack of the Yaoguang statue."
Everyone's eyes then fell on the Inferi. Its head rolled to the ground, and its body was covered with a piece of blood-stained human skin.
"Well done, he deserves to be able to compete with Fu Qingyang for the second male lead." Xiahou Aotian was overjoyed. Although he didn't know what method Yuanshi Tianzun used, in his opinion, resolving a deadlock was Yuanshi Tianzun's proper configuration.
In the dungeon, Yuanshi Tianzun gives people a sense of security that is much higher than that of Fu Qingyang and the Demon Eye King.
Fu Qingyang and Mo Yan are not in the mood to inquire into each other's business and talk about business. The former withdrew his gaze and looked at the attic:
"It's hidden in the attic, clone, you go and attract fire."
The clone Fu Qingyang took the sword thrown by the main body, nodded slightly, and said with a cold expression: "Okay!"
First, it transformed into a line of horses and rushed out of the Yaoguang Palace.
Everyone kept a certain distance and followed behind.
Seeing the clone Fu Qingyang rush into the attic, he suddenly retreated. Thousands of fine sword energy chased him like a rainstorm, falling on the open space outside the attic, making a "puff" sound, leaving deep pits.
Immediately afterwards, shriveled human heads flew out one after another, with red eyes and protruding fangs. They surrounded Fu Qingyang's clone like locusts, and spit out streams of sword energy from his mouth.
The leading head is that of Elder Xuanzhen, and the sword energy he spits out is so sharp that even his clones don't dare to take it hard.
The clone Fu Qingyang swung the iron sword, sometimes avoiding, sometimes blocking, and sometimes cutting off a head. Although he was able to fight with ease, he was still entangled by the flying head formation.
"Flying head barbarian?" Xiahou Aotian was shocked: "No wonder these heads are rotten and not transformed. It turns out they are all elite monsters."
"Why has the clone become weaker?" said the Demon Eye King.
"You can only copy level 7." Zhang Yuanqing explained casually and said loudly: "Boss, come back!"
The clone Fu Qingyang understood this and transformed into a sword light to escape back to everyone.
Zhang Yuanqing used the Star Escape Technique and appeared in the Feitouman formation. A golden sun mark appeared between his eyebrows, his short hair floated up, entwined with golden light, and his skin turned dark gold, as if it had been painted with a layer of gold paint.
He condensed a golden giant sword with his hands and wielded it heavily.
Suddenly, a dazzling golden sun appeared in the back of his head, and its scorching, clear light filled a fifty-meter radius, purifying all dirt and eliminating all energy.
The heads flying all over the sky fled in all directions, but how could they be faster than the sun? They were ignited one after another and turned into a ball of golden torches.
Elder Xuanzhen's head withstood the burning of the golden light, and his mutilated and charred head flew towards the attic.
Zhang Yuanqing threw out the giant sword in his hand, and golden light flashed.
The giant sword nailed Elder Xuanzhen's head to the floor at the door of the attic. The incomplete head struggled for a moment and was unwillingly burned into coke.
The flying-headed man, who was quite difficult for a level 7 swordsman to deal with, fell apart in an instant in front of the God of Hidden Gods.
Zhang Yuanqing looked at the quiet attic and said loudly:
"Yinyao, how do I look?"
Yin Yao, who was in the distance, said loudly: "The blood is soaring into the sky, that thing is hiding in the attic."
Choosing to ambush, it seems that the five degenerations of the dragon energy amulet have weakened it! Zhang Yuanqing twisted the craftsman's ring on his thumb to summon the sleeping five-clawed golden dragon.
The five-clawed golden dragon roared like thunder, its body meandering, flying around the attic, spitting out golden flames that were more than ten meters long.
In an instant, a golden flame ignited in the attic, and the high temperature, accompanied by the most powerful power of the sun, baked the yin matter inside.
"boom!"
The windows on the second floor were shattered, and a two-meter-tall female statue rushed out and hit Zhang Yuanqing menacingly.
Zhang Yuanqing released the "Fire Sun God of War" and "Sun Rising". The moment the sword energy fell, his body collapsed into dreamy starlight.
Xiahou Aotian knelt on one knee and placed his palms on the ground.
A round of Bagua array containing earth, wind, water, and fire lit up and spread along the ground into a large array with a diameter of sixty meters, almost encompassing the entire area.
"Refining you to death!"
He made seals with both hands.
In the formation, an illusory Bagua furnace fell from the sky and "swallowed" the female sculpture.
At the same time, Xiahou Aotian threw out the true fire of Samadhi and condensed it at the bottom of the Bagua furnace.
"Click, click~"
The Bagua furnace was filled with cracks and then exploded. The charred female sculpture raised its head and screamed, and sword energy burst out from its body, slashing in all directions irregularly.
The sword in its hand has been melted into molten iron and cannot be used.
"Ze!"
Xiahou Aotian pinched the spell, causing the word "ze" in the formation to light up. The energy as thick as syrup wrapped around the female statue, causing it to fall into a mire, its limbs were restrained, and the sharpness of the sword energy was sharply reduced.
The Demon Eye King showed his body with three heads and eight arms, holding a weapon in each of the eight hands, and ran away wildly.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."
He smashed it, blocked the sword energy, and charged towards the female statue.
The same is true for Fu Qingyang, but compared to the reckless ancient god of war, he is more elegant and flexible, like a butterfly interspersing in the sword energy in the sky.
The two quickly rushed to the female statue and started a fierce hand-to-hand fight.
As soon as they fought, Fu Qingyang and the Demon Eye King noticed that the power of the female statue was seriously weakened and it was no longer as strong as before.
"Bang bang bang..."
Faced with the siege of the two eighth-level masters, the female sculpture staggered and fell back, with stone chips flying across her body, splitting, and sword marks constantly appearing.
Without the weapon, the power of its sword energy dropped sharply. Although it also created a series of sword marks on the body of the Demon Eye King, the ancient god of war had rough skin and thick flesh, and no bones were visible, so he was not injured at all.
Fu Qingyang, who possesses the insight skill, can even do it without damage.
While the three of them were fighting fiercely, Zhang Yuanqing took out his companion Spirit Moon and put it on his forehead, entering a hidden state and sneaking quietly.
He silently approached behind the female statue, raised his left hand, and opened the black muzzle of the gun in his palm, "sizzling", and a purple-gold arc of electricity jumped.
He also emerged from hiding.
"Buzz!"
The purple thunderball roared out and sprayed towards the damaged half of the female statue's head.
The moment the ball lightning shot out, the female statue noticed the abnormality behind it, turned around suddenly, pointed its right arm like a sword, and suddenly chopped it off.
With a flash of sword light, the ball lightning split in half and exploded with a bang.
The violent shock waves and electric current caused Fu Qingyang and Daode Tianzun to retreat hurriedly.
The right hand of the female sculpture exploded, rubble shot out like rain, and the heavy body flew more than ten meters.
"哐, 哐..."
The gourd that had always been held by the statue in his left hand fell out.
Its first reaction is to pick up the gourd instead of resisting possible attacks.
Seeing this, Xiahou Aotian hurriedly made a secret and teleported the female statue more than ten meters away.
Fu Qingyang's true body and avatar, the Moral Heavenly Lord, were like tarsal maggots, launching a new round of close combat, while Princess Yinyao watched from the sidelines, waiting for an opportunity to attack.
While the three of them were entangled with the enemy, Zhang Yuanqing leaned over and picked up the old yellow gourd.
He has been paying attention to this item for a long time. In the last round of battle, the female statue was very concerned about it. When he freed his left hand, he would carefully put it on top of his head.
Holding the yellow gourd, item information appeared after a few seconds:
[Name: Immortal-killing Flying Knife]
[Type: Weapon]
[Function: Beheading]
[Introduction: A treasure from ancient times, it contains a ray of light, has eyebrows and eyes, and is about seven inches long. When used in a sacrificial dance, it can summon the light to behead the enemy, and seal the magic power of the soul, so that the enemy cannot change.
, making it impossible for them to escape and resist. Performing the sacrificial dance again can lift the seal.】
[Remark 1: Cooling time is ten minutes.]
[Note 2: If the dance is not standardized, the summoned flying knife will backfire on the owner. 】
[Remark 3: Dungeon props cannot be stored in the inventory.]
Fuck, the immortal-killing flying knife?!
Zhang Yuanqing was shocked. He already knew the history of ancient practitioners very well, and he also had a legendary Kui Niu drum in his hand, but he was still shocked when he saw the famous immortal-killing flying knife.
There is a sense of absurdity that myths come into life.
Immediately, he caught another important point and said loudly:
"Don't kill it yet!"
The three men who besieged the female statue simultaneously slowed down their attack pace.
The Demon Eye King grinned and said, "There are still two minutes left. If you have anything to say, please tell me."
Zhang Yuanqing did not hesitate: "The beheading attack came from this gourd, and now it is in my hands."
Everyone's eyes instantly focused on the yellow gourd.
"Concentrate on fighting, don't be distracted, hold it back for me." Zhang Yuanqing took out the Soul-Destroying Sword and activated the "Soul Capturing" skill without hesitation.
Black light covered the blade. He placed the gourd above his head, his left hand was dyed with a dark luster, and he made a grabbing motion towards the female statue.
After the curse of the Five Decline of Heaven and Man and the siege of everyone, the female statue had already become extremely weak, and the spirit body inside was easily captured by Zhang Yuanqing.
A beautiful woman wearing a Taoist robe.
Zhang Yuanqing swung his short sword without hesitation and chopped off the spiritual projection.
The female statue suddenly froze, and her soul was severely damaged.
Zhang Yuanqing's "nihilation" rule appeared directly in front of the female statue, with dark and sticky energy emerging from his eyes, and he opened his mouth to inhale.
Most of the spirit body was pulled out from the head of the statue, and the second half of the body was firmly stuck in the statue, refusing to come out.
However, Zhang Yuanqing, who was wearing the companion spirit moon, suppressed the spirit body to an unprecedented level.
The beautiful woman in the statue finally turned into a black smoke and was sucked into his mouth.
Zhang Yuanqing immediately closed his eyes and began to digest the memory fragments of the beautiful woman, enduring a flood of mental pollution.
