Lingzhongjing, the island in the middle of the lake.
Looking up, the sky is as dark as ink, and the forest on the island is filled with shadows as thick as solid objects.
At this moment, there is a small bell hanging on the top of every tree in the forest. Those bells all emit a silvery shimmer, like individual lamps, lighting up the dark night, creating a strange picture.
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"Ha... an expected result." Ling Mo walked up to Feng Bujue with a grim smile, "Now you should understand why the Taoist priest failed to defeat me, right?"
Feng Bujue covered the wound on his waist and knelt on the ground, breathing heavily, "Haha...cough...you're right...this is indeed...an expected result." He said
Here, he actually laughed: "I knew from the beginning that you were very powerful. A magic weapon like the Vajra Bell to exorcise evil fell into the hands of a demon like you, but was used by you instead. It shows... cough
..." He coughed out a large mouthful of blood: "You are by no means an ordinary person."
Suzuma no longer looks like a little girl at this moment. Her body has become the same as that of an adult, but she is wrapped in black smoke. From the outline of her body and the voice of her voice, it can be seen that she is a woman, and her voice is in her thirties.
His age and appearance, and other characteristics are unknown.
"Hmph... Since you already knew this, why did you instruct your companions to act separately from you?" Suzu Mo smiled and said: "'Run separately and delay as much time as possible', was it you who said it? Or should I take it seriously?
You shouted it in my face."
"Is there anything wrong with my tactics?" Feng Bujue replied, while forcing his body to stand up from the ground.
At this time, Feng Bujue was at the end of his tether. Previously, he used the Death Poker combined with the Soul Concentration Technique to force the Bell Demon to deal with him first. Along the way, he fought and retreated, turning on and off skills, and switching equipment frequently.
Making use of items... In the end, he was able to force his way out of the "Evil Formation of Ten Thousand Bells" and even wiped out a lot of the Bell Demon's health.
But facing a boss that was obviously impossible to defeat alone, he had to pay a price for this series of actions. At this moment, Feng Bujue's five bottles of survival value supplements had been used up, and there was no death poker left.
Although one-third of his physical strength is left, his survival value is only 26%, and there is still a [Bleeding] effect in the status bar.
It can be said that even if Ling Mo didn't give him the final blow, Feng Bujue wouldn't be able to hold on for a few more minutes.
Of course. Feng Bujue still had SCP500 on him, but he didn't plan to use it, because he himself felt that the situation in front of him was very likely to fail, and using it would be a waste.
"If you knew my strength from the beginning, you should unite with your companions to deal with me, so that you still have a chance of victory." Suzu Mo responded: "Huh... But you let her run away from you.
, still want to delay time? Ha... Do you think that prolonging the battle in my territory will be beneficial to you? "
"I can't say it's advantageous." Feng Bujue replied calmly: "I just chose... a fighting method that is 100% sure to win against you."
Suzu Mo's figure stagnated slightly. "Oh? Let me guess... At this moment, are you trying to say... that you have some kind of amazingly powerful explosive on you, which will detonate as soon as you die. It will blow me up too."
There’s not even any scum left?”
"No." Feng Bujue said, "I just want to tell you that you have been poisoned."
"Haha... is this the last joke you make?" Suzu Mo sneered.
"The effect of this poison is very weak. Judging from your performance, there is no obvious feeling either at the moment of being poisoned or after being poisoned." Feng Bujue said: "If you are a traveler from another world like me, as long as you
You would have noticed it just by glancing at the 'status bar', but unfortunately you didn't."
"You make it up very much, but compared to this, I would rather believe that you will blow yourself up." Suzu Mo replied with a smile. She obviously still didn't believe it.
"Your confidence is based on two reasons. First, you think that as a spirit body, you should be immune to things like 'poison'; second, until this second, you still haven't figured out how I can
To poison you." Feng Bujue directly exposed the opponent's thoughts, and continued: "Since I have a sure victory, I might as well tell you. First of all, I poisoned you, and I used this..."
Feng Bujue said, displaying the [Goblin Gas Mask], "When I was tied to the stake and talking to you, you were already poisoned. This is called a 'poison attribute attack', which is unique to us travelers from other worlds.
A means. You should also know that the weapons on us, as long as they are not purely physical attacks, can be effective against spiritual bodies like you." He said, and changed the facial equipment to hide: "Just
Just like the submachine gun I used to shoot you before, those bullets have no effect on you, but the flames that are occasionally triggered can hurt you, right?"
At this moment, the bells on the surrounding trees began to sway, and some even fell from the trees. This was the best proof that their owners had been shaken.
"You have been chasing me for too long. Even if exercise does not aggravate the effects of toxins in your body, I think after this hour and seven minutes (Feng Bujue still calculated the time in his mind during the escape)... even if every minute
Only 1% of your HP has been lost, and you only have 33% left. Plus my attacks along the way..." Feng Bujue took a long breath: "In short, even if I die, you won't have time to kill me.
My teammates. That’s why I said, this is 100% okay..."
"That's enough." Ling Mo interrupted him: "The so-called 'status', 'blood volume', 'attributes', etc. you mentioned have nothing to do with me." She said solemnly: "You just want to tell me
I, I’m about to be killed by you, right?”
"Correct." Feng Bujue said.
Suddenly, all the bells in the forest became quiet again, and a dead silence returned to the surrounding area.
The black smoke dissipated, and Ling Mo revealed herself. She was half a head taller than Feng Bujue, and had the face of a European woman. Her features were clear-cut and beautiful. Her skin was light.
She is purple, has no hair, and has curly horns on both sides of her forehead. She has no clothes on her body, and from the lower half of her chest to her lower abdomen, she has a mane that looks like clothes, covering some things that are not suitable for appearing in the game.
The sensitive part, and her lower body, are two smooth and slender thighs, connected to the huge, hairy hooves under the knees.
Feng Bujue shook his head and said seriously: "It's too vulgar, it's really outrageous, what is this? A hair tube top? Do you dare to be covered with hair all over your body, or not at all?"
"While he was complaining about the system's use of demonic beauties to openly sell meat, he kept his eyes on the other party's towering chest without restraint, staring at the two semi-circular spheres that were not covered by manes for a long time.
Blink.
"Hmph...your companion is right, you are really an extremely narcissistic person." Suzumo had obviously been monitoring the two players for a long time and knew their conversations clearly.
As she spoke, she came to Feng Bujue, looked down at him with a condescending look and said, "Do you have to tell me all your plans before I die? If you say something else to delay me,
Maybe I died unknowingly, and your life was saved." She suddenly reached out with one hand, grabbed Feng Bujue's neck, and lifted him up easily: "And now, since I have
Knowing that I will die soon...why not bring one more person to bury him with me?"
"Damn it..." Blood seeped out from the corners of Feng Bujue's mouth. His face turned purple, but he still forced his eyes wide open and continued to stare at Ling Mo's chest at a forty-five-degree angle. He said at the end
Before losing all his survival points and moral integrity, he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth angrily: "It's really... covered... airtight..."
At this moment, there was a flash of cold light and blood spattered. The hand holding Feng Bujue's neck suddenly lost strength.
Feng Bujue felt his throat loosen, and then he fell to the ground, his survival value stopped at 3%. And the bell demon in front of him had lost his head.
The head of the woman with goat's horns flew into the sky, drew a parabola, and landed seven or eight meters away. The countless bells in the woods suddenly disappeared after a few seconds.
The surrounding shadows began to dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the sky gradually brightened. The golden sunlight at dusk penetrated the darkness like sharp blades and penetrated into the forest, illuminating the island.
Before Feng Bujue could react to this series of changes, the headless body of the Bell Demon shook twice and fell towards Brother Jue who was lying on the ground.
For a player with a survival value of only 3%, the probability of being hit by such an object weighing at least fifty kilograms and turning into white light is extremely high. How could Feng Bujue survive the disaster and capsize in the gutter?
. He immediately rolled to the side, avoiding the fallen corpse. The moment the survival value fell below 2%, he stuffed another SCP500 into his mouth, curing the [bleeding] state.
"Oh... so dangerous..." Feng Bujue sat up and breathed a sigh of relief.
The next second, his eyes met Xiyu's contemptuous eyes.
"Damn it, it's really airtight." Xiyu repeated Feng Bujue's "last words" in her unique cold tone.
"Hey, didn't I ask you to leave separately from me?" Feng Bujue asked: "If you follow me around like this... what if this boss kills me when he still has 30% of his health and detects it quickly?
With your position, wouldn’t it be possible for us to be destroyed together?”
As if she didn't hear him, Xiyu continued to mutter: "She is close to 1.9 meters tall, and she is half human and half goat..."
Feng Bujue replied unhappily: "Are you complaining about my heavy taste? Or are you envious and jealous?"
"I'm just surprised how crazy a person must be to react like you when he's about to die." Siyu chuckled.
"This is just a game, I'm not really going to be strangled to death." Feng Bujue spread his hands and replied in a relaxed tone.
Siyu stared at his face for a few seconds, but hesitated to speak. In the end, she didn't say anything and just said: "Maybe."
After that, she walked slowly to him, sat down with her knees in her arms, and silently handed him two bottles of survival point supplements.
