Xiao Si!
If you continue to stand idly by, then even if I don't die today, I will forge a golden coffin to bury you forever beneath the earth!
Dare you gamble on it?
After driving back the two people, the pressure focused on Wang Ye grew stronger again as he sat down on the chair and panted heavily, saying:
However, his other hand still gripped the Buddhist scriptures tightly.
He had a premonition that once these Buddhist scriptures left his hand, he would never be able to get hold of them again.
Opportunity...
Only once!
He was willing to gamble with his life again.
Xiao Si stood in place with an numb expression, heard Wang Ye's words, his body moved slightly, and eventually flashed to block in front of Lin Nan, not allowing Lin Nan to take a step forward.
But Luo Ping...
He didn't respond.
No effort made, still hoping for my death!
Seeing Xiao Si's actions, Wang Ye instantly understood Xiao Si's thoughts.
But he didn't complain, every step was taken by himself, he had been dancing on the blade all along, and was already prepared to be stabbed.
At least, this result wasn't too bad.
The other Wang Ye on the side was somewhat curious as he looked towards the battlefield, not moving.
Luo Ping, are you afraid of pain?
Looking at Luo Ping who was staring fixedly at himself, Wang Ye grinned hideously and took out a scraper from his waist.
Luo Ping was somewhat puzzled, looking at Wang Ye in confusion.
The next second...
Wang Ye directly stabbed the scraper into his own thigh.
Wang Ye, who was already bearing tremendous pressure, now felt this pain, his body trembled slightly.
Not far away, a bloody hole instantly appeared in the same position on Luo Ping's thigh, under the intense pain, he knelt directly on the ground.
Wang Ye's expression was cold as he pulled the scraper out.
As the blade slid across the flesh, it brought a slight chill, and pain was felt again.
But as the scraper was pulled out, Wang Ye’s leg wound healed at a rate visible to the naked eye!
With his current powerful physique, this kind of wound could only bring pain.
But it was different for Luo Ping.
After all, he was just a second awakener, although he had some fortune in the Wasteland, but had not exceeded this category.
The main thing was that all his trump cards were outside the Ancient Domain.
Those zombies were the abilities passed down in Luo Ping's family.
Corpse refining!
Originally he was thinking that after everything was over, he would take advantage of no one paying attention to refine the mummified monk, but now...
He might not have this opportunity anymore.
On his leg, blood kept gushing out, staining his entire pant leg.
Wang Ye took two heavy breaths, sweat dripped from his forehead, but he did not hesitate to swing the wooden chair down again, hitting Luo Ping hard on the head.
The next second...
Luo Ping's head exploded, his body collapsed on the ground.
But...
There was no brain or blood.
It was as if it was just a paper man!
At the same time, in another building in the Ancient Domain, a thin middle-aged man's body trembled slightly.
Was my corpse destroyed?
He whispered to himself, then gathered all his mind to vigilantly watch the eyeball on the wall in front of him, resisting with all his might.
A decoy?
A doppelganger?
Or something similar to Mao Yong'an?
Wang Ye looked at Luo Ping's corpse, constantly analyzing it.
At this time, the pressure grew stronger and stronger. Wang Ye could only sit on the wooden chair, straightening his back, looking coldly at Xiao Si.
Kill him, or you will be permanently sealed.
Xiao Si, who had not seriously attacked before, just blocking Lin Nan, turned her head when she saw Luo Ping's corpse, a strange look flashed in her empty eyes.
The next second, her speed suddenly increased.
Lin Nan kept blocking Xiao Si's attacks, taking out the Vajra pestle, and it became increasingly difficult to move.
Just then...
The chains began to shake violently.
The pressure that was originally directed at Wang Ye disappeared instantly, and shifted to the Blood Pool.
But...
The bald middle-aged man pierced by the chains suddenly opened his eyes, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
He silently sat up.
Looking at the chains pierced in his body, he frowned slightly, and forcefully tore at them.
The chains shook, swastika symbols appeared one after another on them, flickering with golden light.
The middle-aged man seemed somewhat dissatisfied, and increased the strength in his hands.
The chains shattered, disintegrating into fragments amidst violent shaking, scattered on the ground.
And at the moment the chains shattered, all the skeletons turned into powder at the same time and dissipated into the air.
Only the mummified monk was still persisting in chanting scriptures.
It was just that the Buddhist scriptures in his hands were now in Wang Ye's hands.
Seeing this scene, Wang Ye stood up solemnly, silently retreated to the corridor, and found that the other Wang Ye was just as tacitly in sync with him.
Both were standing in the corridor, ready to escape at any time.
It was just...
This ghost was also wary of that bald man?
Wang Ye glanced at him imperceptibly.
The middle-aged bald man stood up, moved his joints comfortably after losing the restraint of the chains, and looked curiously at the mummified monk.
Then, a crack appeared in front of the bald man's face, and he stepped into it.
The next second he appeared in front of the mummified monk.
Real teleportation??
Is this the so-called spatial ability?
Wang Ye observed closely, constantly perceiving the fluctuations of energy in the air.
Slap
The middle-aged bald man gently slapped down, the monk's skull cracked, and the energy in his body disappeared.
After losing the energy, the monk's body rotted at an extremely fast rate, leaving only a skeleton.
Who...am I?
Why am I so annoyed by this sound?
After smashing the monk's head, the middle-aged bald man stood in place with confusion, muttering to himself.