"Xiao Si!"
"If you continue to stand by and watch, as long as I don't die today, I will build a golden coffin and bury you underground forever!"
"Do you dare to bet?"
After repelling the two men, the pressure concentrated on himself increased again. Wang Ye sat directly on the chair, panted hard and said.
But his other hand was still holding the Buddhist scripture tightly.
He had a premonition that as long as this Buddhist scripture left his hand, he would never be able to get it again.
Chance...
Only one time!
He was willing to risk his life for another gamble.
Xiaosi stood there with a numb expression. When he heard Wang Ye's words, his body moved slightly, and finally he stepped away and stopped in front of Lin Nan, not allowing Lin Nan to take another step forward.
It's just that Luo Ping...
He ignored her.
"If you don't work hard, you still hope that I will die!"
Wang Ye looked at Xiao Si's movements and instantly understood what Xiao Si was thinking.
But I don't have any complaints. Every step I take is by myself. I am dancing on the tip of the knife. I have long been prepared to be stabbed.
At least, this result is not too bad.
The other 'Wang Ye' on the side looked at the battlefield with some curiosity, but made no move.
"Luo Ping, are you afraid of pain?"
Looking at Luo Ping who was staring at him, Wang Ye smiled ferociously and took out a meat scraper from his waist.
Luo Ping was a little confused and looked at Wang Ye doubtfully.
The next second...
Wang Ye took the meat scraper and inserted it directly into his thigh.
Wang Ye, who was already under tremendous pressure, felt the pain and his body trembled slightly.
Not far away, a blood hole instantly appeared in the same position on Luo Ping's thigh. In severe pain, he half-knelt on the ground.
Wang Ye had a cold expression and pulled out the meat scraper.
The blade of the knife cut through the flesh and blood, bringing with it a little chill and pain again.
But as the meat scraper was pulled out, the wound on Wang Ye's leg healed at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Judging from his current physical strength, this kind of wound can only bring pain.
But Luo Ping is different.
In the final analysis, he was just a second awakener. Although he had some adventures in the wasteland, he did not exceed this category.
The most important thing is that all his trump cards are outside the ancient domain.
Those groups of corpses are the abilities passed down by the Luo Ping family.
Refining the corpse!
Originally, he was thinking that when everything was over, he would refine the mummified old monk while no one was paying attention, but now...
There may not be this opportunity anymore.
On the legs, blood kept gushing out, staining the entire trouser legs.
Wang Ye took two deep breaths and sweat fell from his forehead, but he stabbed his other leg without hesitation.
Suddenly, Luo Ping knelt down completely in front of Wang Ye, panic finally appearing in his eyes.
He pulled out the meat scraper and put it back.
Wang Ye supported the wooden chair and stood up with great effort. Against the pressure coming from the bones, he carried the wooden chair and came to Luo Ping.
"No grudges, just let me go."
Luo Ping's eyes were wandering, but he couldn't even stand up because of the wound on his leg.
He could only look at Wang Ye, try to calm down, and said.
"No grudges or grudges?"
Wang Ye sneered, raised the wooden chair in his hand, swung it down, and hit Luo Ping hard on the head.
The next second...
Luo Ping's head exploded and his body fell to the ground.
but...
No brain matter, no blood.
It’s like it’s just a paper man!
At the same time, in another building in the ancient domain, a thin middle-aged man trembled slightly.
"Has my body been destroyed?"
He whispered to himself, then gathered all his attention, looked at the eyeball on the wall in front of him vigilantly, and resisted with all his strength.
…
"dummy?"
"Clone?"
"Still like Mao Yong'an?"
Wang Ye looked at Luo Ping's body and kept analyzing it.
At this time, the pressure became more and more intense. Wang Ye could only sit on the wooden chair, straightened his back, and looked at Xiaosi coldly.
"Kill him, or you will be sealed forever."
Xiaosi, who had never taken any serious action and was just stopping Lin Nan, turned her head and saw Luo Ping's body. Something strange flashed in her empty eyes.
The next second, her speed suddenly increased.
Lin Nan kept blocking Xiaosi's attack and took out the vajra, making his movements more and more difficult.
And at this moment...
The chain began to tremble violently.
The pressure originally directed against Wang Ye disappeared instantly and transferred to the blood pool.
but...
The middle-aged bald man whose head was penetrated by the iron chain suddenly opened his eyes, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.
He sat up silently.
Looking at the iron chain inserted into his body, he frowned slightly and pulled hard.
The iron chain shook, and the characters 'swastika' appeared one after another on it, shining with golden light.
The middle-aged man seemed a little dissatisfied and increased his strength.
The iron chain shattered, shattered into pieces amid violent shaking, and scattered on the ground.
And at the moment the iron chain shattered, all the bones turned into powder at the same time and dissipated in the air.
Only the mummified old monk still insisted on reciting the scriptures.
It's just that the Buddhist scriptures in his hands have already been in Wang Ye's hands.
Seeing this scene, Wang Ye stood up solemnly and silently retreated to the corridor, only to find another 'Wang Ye' who had the same tacit understanding as himself.
Both of them were standing in the corridor, ready to run away at any time.
only...
Is this ghost actually afraid of that bald head?
Wang Ye glanced at him imperceptibly.
The middle-aged bald man stood up. After losing the binding of the iron chain, he moved his muscles comfortably and glanced at the mummified monk with some curiosity.
Then, a crack appeared in front of the bald man, and he stepped inside.
The next second he appeared in front of the mummified old monk.
Real teleportation! ? ?
Is this the so-called space system ability?
Wang Ye observed intently, constantly feeling the remaining energy fluctuations in the air.
'Snapped'
The middle-aged bald man slapped him down gently. The old monk's head was shattered and the energy in his body disappeared.
After losing its energy, the old monk's body decayed at an extremely fast rate, and finally only a skeleton remained.
"who I am?"
"Why are you so annoyed by this sound?"
After smashing the old monk's head, the middle-aged bald man stood there with doubts and muttered to himself.
