Even though Huo Yibin was mentally prepared for death, when the clay man's arm stabbed over, he still had a frightened expression on his face, so when he realized that Zongzi's meaning might be to fool Fang Wuyong, he immediately showed a hideous and distorted expression, first twitched in place, and finally let out a terrible scream. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This voice was similar to when Yan Qingze died before.

Moreover, at this time, Tong Xinlan controlled a stream of yin wind to blow into the dungeon, and a black fog suddenly shrouded Huo Yibin's body, and gradually began to cover the little light left by the light stick, making Fang Wuyong unable to see what was going on with him.

The clay figure that pierced Huo Yibin suddenly turned around and walked in front of the clay figure standing in front of Fang Wuyong, and the two of them looked up together at Fang Wuyong, who was almost unable to control his breathing and had to cover his mouth.

This picture is really terrifying, coupled with the fact that I watched two living people die in front of me before.

Although he was not sure why Yan Qingze died suddenly, Fang Wuyong now felt that it should still be done by this kind of clay figure.

That is to say, just now these clay figures had approached him at close range, not only stabbing Yan Qingze and killing him, but also attacking him, when he felt that the magic weapon reminded him that there was danger, it must be when this clay figure hid behind him and tried to stab him.

Thinking of this, Fang Wuyong, who was already trembling with fear, suddenly stopped being afraid.

Just now, the clay figurines failed to hurt themselves, which means that they are afraid of the magic weapon on his body.

If these clay figures don't have an IQ, the current Fang Wuyong doesn't believe it, because these clay figures actually pretend that they can't be sure of his breathing, and they are still pretending that they can't determine the target when the self-righteous Huo Yibin deliberately angry that he doesn't breathe.

If it is assumed that these clay figures have IQ, they must have a purpose in deliberately letting him watch them kill Huo Yibin when they knew that they could not get into them.

What purpose?

Is it to make him suffocate himself?

No, it should be to make him afraid, to make him run away in a panic.

Why?

It must be because of his previous arrangement that the zongzi couldn't come in, so the zongzi controlled the little minions to come in.

These little things were relatively small and inconspicuous, and the evil energy they carried on them was not enough to provoke a reaction from the nets he had laid.

Well, he almost fell for it.

Thinking so, Fang Wuyong tentatively exhaled secretly under the mouth that was covered by his hand.

Tong Xinlan is now a thousand-year-old zongzi, and now she is so close to Fang Wuyong, she naturally feels that he is breathing.

Is Fang Wuyong unable to hold back, or is he tempting?

Hawkers, no matter what it is, Tong Xinlan can only follow the previous setting and let the clay figure react.

The two clay figures squeezed out a longer section of mud, and the needles in their arms appeared in front of Fang Wuyong's eyes, and circled around Fang Wuyong.

This kind of action of waiting for an opportunity to strike before a standard attack also made Fang Wuyong sure that they could not hurt Yan Qingze like that

Huo Yibin directly hurt him like that, so Fang Wuyong began to breathe heavily, and at the same time took out an unused glow stick from the bag on his back again and knocked it on the backpack.

The cave glow stick once again brought light to Fang Wuyong.

At this moment, he is no longer afraid that making a movement will attract zongzi, because at this moment it has been stated that the thing will not come in.

Fang Wuyong tentatively took a small step forward.

The two clay figures took a step back.

Just when Fang Wuyong thought that he could no longer be afraid of this pretending to be a ghost, something unexpected happened to him.

One of the clay figures grabbed the arm of the other clay figure, picked it up and spun it in circles.

What are they going to do? Do they want to throw another clay figure at him?

But these things will be stopped by the magic weapons on his body.

Suddenly, a little cold star was shot out, and Fang Wuyong secretly screamed that it was terrible, this clay man was able to shoot out the needle in the mud's arm to attack him!

According to the book left by the ancestor, the magic weapon on his body can withstand evil spell attacks, but it cannot resist physical attacks.

Therefore, Fang Wuyong immediately dodged to the side.

But that's not all.

Another needle shot out of the clay man's other arm.

The speed of the shot was not slow, which made Fang Wuyong, who had just dodged the attack, once again embarrassed to dodge the embroidery needle attack.

The reason why the embroidery needle can be ejaculated is naturally because Tong Xinlan controls the yin qi and gives the embroidery needle the initial acceleration, and when the embroidery needle is about to approach Fang Wuyong, the yin qi is immediately removed, which is equivalent to making the enchanted embroidery needle immediately become an ordinary needle, and the speed at which the yin qi gives the embroidery needle before will not disappear immediately.

This is Tong Xinlan's attack on the other party Wuyong, who fully combines the theory of magic and physics.

The clay figurines are relatively small, and it is impossible to put many embroidery needles, only two on the arms.

The needles on this clay man were finished, and the two clay figures did not stop their movements.

The clay figure that was standing on the ground threw the clay figure that was waving in the air to the ground, and the clay figure stood firmly on the ground, and with the help of the clay figure that wielded it, it continued to spin in place again, and waved the clay figure that was spinning it before.

It's endless!

Fang Wuyong didn't want to wait in place to predict where the embroidery needle would attack him, if he didn't guess correctly, he would die.

Therefore, Fang Wuyong ran towards the entrance where Yan Qingze had scattered feathers all over the ground.

Just now, Luo Diwang didn't catch the clay figure that he stepped on from the net, I don't know if he couldn't sense the clay figure, or if Huo Yibin was wrong somewhere.

Fang Wuyong didn't have time to verify it, he believed in this feather even more at the moment, these ghost things would definitely not dare to approach.

Sure enough, the two clay figures stopped turning, and walked forward and backward, step by step, to the feather.

Fang Wuyong hid back, and even stepped on the feather, which made him feel more secure.

However, he turned his head to pay attention to his back, because he had asked Yan Qingze to sa at the entrance to the underground palace in the corridor, and still left a little space for the zongzi to safely step into the underground palace, so this white feather area the size of a bed was actually not far from the entrance of the cave.

Fang Wuyong was also afraid that if he retreated too much, he would withdraw from the safe range, and he would not quit the underground palace as Zongzi wished.

Now, with so many life-saving magic weapons on him, he doesn't have to fear that his life is in danger.

"Zongzi, you get out of here, you give me uncle, are you sneaky enough to be worthy of your reputation as a thousand-year-old zongzi? Aren't you very powerful? Didn't you kill more than 20 of my people, now I'm the only one, come and kill me." Fang Wuyong took out the light stick in his left hand and took out a pistol in his right hand, aiming at the two clay figures in front of him is a shuttle bullet. (To be continued.) )