The goddess building manager glanced at Lu Lingyou.
"You don't need to remind me, I will give them a good beating."
After speaking, he shook the horns on his head and the thousands of tentacles behind him to show that he was good at it.
"Of course I believe in my sister's strength. But among those people, there are two Avatars and several Nascent Souls. If you deal with them one by one, they will definitely get beaten. But if they go together, it is my sister who will suffer."
The strength of the Ghost King is equivalent to that of a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul.
The goddess tower leader is only one step away from the resentful ghost king, but she has not yet broken through. It is enough for her to deal with a few Nascent Souls, not to mention two incarnations.
Moreover, Pang Chuliang and the others are also proficient in the art of controlling ghosts and have various magic weapons and props with them.
The Goddess Building Leader may not be able to exert half of her strength, but if she can hold them off for two or three hours, it's already pretty good.
The Goddess Building Leader looked like she was refusing to admit defeat, "If you suffer a loss, you will suffer a loss. As long as they don't break me up, I will beat them to death."
This is a thousand losses for oneself, but also eight hundred injuries for the enemy.
"My sister's determination to protect the 15th floor is admirable. However, since I want to beat her, I must hit her hard. I have a way to make my sister stronger than usual. I don't know if my sister is willing... ..”
"What can we do?" Goddess Building Director's eyes suddenly lit up.
An idea suddenly flashed in Huang Qianshan's mind, and sure enough, the next second he saw Lu Lingyou take out a short incense stick as long as a palm.
"This is called the Blood Incense. It is a prop I got during the trial. As long as it is lit, it can make the soul go crazy and enter a state of rage."
"Not only will your strength be greatly improved by then, but the control props and ghost control techniques in their hands will also become ineffective."
Is there such a good thing?
The head of the Goddess Tower's bell-like ox eyes opened even wider.
Lu Lingyou broke off a small piece of the bloody incense, cut his finger, dripped two drops of blood, then took out a small bottle and sealed it.
"This incense must be ignited with blood. When you see them, sister can just drop the blood on it. However, after being stimulated by the blood evil incense into a violent state, it will not distinguish between friend and foe. Sister, be careful when using it."
The goddess building leader happily accepted it and said that she would pay attention and would definitely beat those people to pieces.
Only then, with her artificial acting skills, did Lu Lingyou defeat her and successfully reach the 16th floor.
There is no way, cooperation is cooperation. The rule of Wangui Tower is that you have to defeat the building leader before you can go to the upper level.
Even the big ghost on the 18th floor must abide by this.
So the release of water must continue.
Huang Qianshan followed quickly.
Well, Lu Xiaoyou didn’t lie.
The props were indeed used.
But it's not his props.
Doesn't this make him look even more useless?
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Let’s talk about Fang Wushen’s side.
The group of people who climbed to the 15th floor didn’t even want to say anything.
If they could help it, they wouldn't move a finger.
For several days and nights, they didn't rest for a moment. They took drugs when their spiritual energy was exhausted, and they had to fight hard again when the time came.
They really can't hold on any longer.
However, you have to hold on even if you can’t hold on.
Fang Wushen tried hard to cheer up with a hoarse voice, "We are all here, only the last three floors are left. If we give up now, all our previous efforts will be in vain. For the Yin and Yang Order, for the Underworld Soul-Calming Banner, and for the Flower of the Other Shore, everyone rush. .”
It is definitely necessary to rush.
But there is already a Ghost King on the 15th floor, which forces Fang Wushen and this group of golden elixir rookies to have to use more magic weapons, and they have to wait for Fang Beixiang and the others to frequently come out to help before they can barely keep up with the team. .
Just when they were about to break out of the ghost group's defense line, they saw that the leading ghost king had been defeated several times by them.
But she suddenly took out a short thing, and then took out a bottle. As soon as the blood was poured on it, there was a sizzling sound, and the pungent fragrance instantly dispersed.
In addition to the building manager, several ghosts lying at their feet also became nervous instantly as if they had taken drugs.
The fighting power is rising rapidly.
The most damning thing is that when their props are thrown over, there is no splash at all, and when the ghost control spell is thrown over, there is no splash at all.
As a ghost-controlling family, at least half of their combat effectiveness relies on ghost contracting and ghost-control techniques.
Now their contracted ghosts are being beaten on the head by others, and their spells and props are ineffective. They can only roll up their sleeves and do it themselves. It would be strange if they can beat the ghost king level.
The wails of Fang Wushen and others almost broke through the sky.
"It's the scent of blood, the scent of blood on that girl."
Pang Chuliang gritted his teeth and said, "Smelly girl, I'm going to fight you."
"Master Fang, what should we do? What should we do now?" someone asked urgently.
What can Fang Wushen do? That girl can actually let the ghost light incense for herself.
Why the hell do you think that way?
The key point is that these ghosts really dare to respond.
He felt that the light of his wisdom was going out.
"Hold on, you have to hold on until you die, you can't give up at this time."
That was the only thing he could say.
Fortunately, there are two gods, Pang Chuliang and Fangbeixiang.
After spending more than three hours, the group finally managed to break the seal.
But after finally climbing up to the 16th floor, he faced three or four resentful ghost kings. Each of them held a bloody incense in their hands and smiled arrogantly at them.
A group of people suddenly felt their scalps numb.
Some people habitually wailed, "It's never over!"
"Master Fang, Master Fang, what should we do?"
Fang Wushen's head was about to explode. He wanted to shout, "What should I do? I'll do it. The devil knows what to do."
Is it good to eat cold salad?
It is now sixteenth floor.
There is no end to the ghost team in Wuyangyang, and no one is below the ghost king.
There are also many resentful ghost kings, and the building manager is even closer to the violent ghost king.
The Ghost King is equivalent to a monk in the early stage of Yuanying, and the Resentful Ghost King is almost as powerful as a monk in the later stage of Yuanying.
The violent ghost king is close to the strength of a god.
Now it is equivalent to two of them becoming gods, four Nascent Souls, and a group of golden elixir novices, facing two late Nascent Souls and countless early Nascent Souls.
The pressure can be imagined.
What's more, those resentful ghost kings still hold the scent of blood and are not bewitched by them.
He burned out the last bit of his wisdom.
"All those below Nascent Soul must stop the other ghost kings. As long as they don't die, we must hold them back. Uncle Pang, Second Uncle Mei and Aunt Mei will concentrate on dealing with the building commander and Po Zhen."
If Uncle Er and the others were allowed to waste their efforts protecting them, they would definitely not be able to get up to the 18th floor.
"We can't stop it even if we die." A disciple who was being chased and eaten by a group of ghost kings yelled, almost crying.
Who would have thought that the elite of his dignified ghost-controlling family could actually be scared to tears by a group of ghosts.
"Then self-destruct the magic weapon."
"After all the magic weapons have been exploded, you really can't keep up with the team. Just stop following."
It would be a drag to follow, so it would be better not to follow.
Pang Chuliang felt that this decision was particularly reasonable.
He no longer wanted to care about them.
I just want to go up and beat that stinky girl to death.
"Second uncle, Uncle Pang, after going to the 17th and 18th floors, don't confront the ghosts who have sucked the blood incense. Wait until the time of their blood incense has passed before controlling them."
"As expected, the time for the bloody fragrance is four hours."
This was what he deduced from the 15th floor.
After the explanation, Fang Wushen threw a medium-grade magic weapon into the crowd of ghosts besieging him, and formed a seal with his hands.
With a "boom" sound, the magic weapon exploded.
Finally, he got a moment of respite.
But before he could take a few more breaths, more ghost kings heard the noise and rushed towards him with their teeth and claws.
Fang Wushen's pupils shrank and he cursed.
This is so damn fatal!
"Second uncle...Pang...I can't keep up with you...don't...must not...be impulsive."
Fang Beixiang's eyes turned red and his lips tightened after hearing his nephew's last words.
The sledgehammer, which was already weak, became powerful again.
On the light curtain outside the Ten Thousand Ghosts Tower.
Two pictures with completely different styles, one on the left and one on the right.
One is cracking melon seeds and telling jokes. Someone is regretting that he has no use and wishes he could be given a chance to show off his skills and kill everyone.
One is a group of demons dancing wildly, magical weapons and spells flying together, wailing and screaming one after another, some people wish they had never set foot in this broken tower.
Sikong's mood became better and better.
He pointed at the uncontrollable resentful ghost kings.
"Well, you guys provided this bloody incense. Look, isn't this just like shooting oneself in the foot?
I have to say that although your character is not very good, the things you produce are still pretty good. "
"I like!"
Three people:......
If you don't speak, you will die!
