Seeing that the speed of these two monsters is so fast, and it seems that the melee attack power is not low, how can Duchamp have the courage to stand and read the attack. At a critical time, the skills on the talent tree are easy to use, and one is thrown out in confusion, and the two monsters are suddenly stunned.

Duchamp was secretly happy in his heart, and stood and held the tactical guide to guide the illusion attribute attack spell Chaos Brand. He had just noticed that the magic weakness of these two phantom beasts was the phantom attack.

Just put a spell, the effect of confusion was lifted, and the two demonic beasts pounced, and they pounced on Duchamp, one left and one right, secretly combining the art of war.

When the monster pounced only three or five meters away from Duchamp, Duchamp hurriedly screamed, which was the skill "fright". When the two monsters heard the sound, they immediately ran wildly regardless of north and south.

Duchamp took a few steps back, grabbed the tactical guide weapon, and channeled a large area of the illusion attribute guide magic 'Silver Thorn' with all his might, hoping that the 25% chaos rate would work.

The goddess did not hear the prayer, and the chaotic attribute was not stimulated.

After only a moment, the two demonic beasts regained their senses and struck towards Duchamp with great momentum.

"The clone is coming out." At the critical moment, Duchamp summoned the phantom and held it to his side, successfully attracting a monster turner. He slashed forward with his sword, attacking instead of defending, and pounced on another phantom beast, swept his short body, and hit one leg. Unaffected by the injury, the phantom beast raised its front paws and grabbed Duchamp fiercely.

Duchamp hurriedly rolled away, one arm was taken with him, and immediately blood splattered and he was half numb.

Duchamp was so frightened that he turned around and ran, using the breath of life on himself as he ran.

At this moment, he was extremely grateful that the skills on the Phantom Tree were instantaneous and could be used on the move.

He only had two legs, but how could he outrun the four legs of this sixth-level phantom beast, seeing that this phantom beast was about to catch up with him, and the other one was still far away. He suddenly launched the charge skill, rushed towards the far one, the long knife slammed down, the sneak attack was successful, hitting the monster's weakness, and it actually burst out with a stun effect.

"It's been a lot of luck." Duchamp brandished his sword, seized the opportunity, and slashed at the weak spot again.

The monster's weakness is on the chest, protected by two legs in front. After being hit twice in a row, it didn't resist on the spot, but turned around and ran, stretched the distance, and began to channel the spell.

Another monster saw that its companion was going to cast a spell, and it was also smart, for fear of being injured by mistake, so it also stood still and began to guide the spell.

Don't run now, wait when. Duchamp ran wildly, only running out a dozen steps, and when he turned his head to look, the spell guidance of the two monsters had come to an end, and two lightning bolts were forming in the air.

"It's still a mind-locked skill." Duchamp felt the spell mark on his body.

In the panic, Duchamp suddenly remembered that he still had a trick to save his life, and hurriedly secretly said "Phantom Blessing", a silver shield was raised, and two lightning bolts erupted from the monster's mouth, flickering and hissing in the air only a few centimeters away from Duchamp, but it did not cause him a trace of damage.

Seeing that the two spells failed to break the shield, Duchamp couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, knowing that this monster's spell attack was not high.

"There's a way, as long as you can control the field and survive the CD blessed by the illusion, my brother has a way to grind these two to death."

He suddenly changed his tactics, no longer hard to pick up the damage of monsters, took out the kite flow skills, hit, control, escape, supplement, cross-use, and even used the escape skills in the ring, grinding for a long time, and finally killed one.

There was only one left, which was much easier, and the shield lasted longer. He parried, and he didn't know how many times he controlled, how many knives he slashed, how many cold arrows he released, how much blood he replenished, and finally grinded this monster to death.

"Damn, the master's knives are all curled!" Duchamp threw the scrap metal knife to the ground and grinned evilly, ready to touch the corpse.

Before he could walk in front of the monster, the two small mountain-like corpses disappeared directly, leaving not even a single wool behind.

Duchamp, who had always been accustomed to cramping and skinning after a battle, looked at the place where the monster disappeared in amazement, and even reached out to touch it in the air.

What about the equipment treasure chest big magic crystal?

He stared at the place where the monster disappeared for a long time, and finally determined that the two monsters just now were just the product of a spell, and after he broke up the fight, they must have re-decomposed into a guiding force and returned to the earth.

After being sure that the monster had disappeared, Duchamp stared at the gate, and he could feel that between the two gates, there were no two door gods, and there seemed to be a hint of wind.

What's in it?

He turned on the radar and let go of the exploration life range, and the flowers and plants within 20 cel distances around him were all displayed, but nothing was shown in this ruin.

This place is really weird.

He walked up the steps, looked at the two doors with fear, and hesitated to push them.

It occurred to Duchamp that he still had a way of snooping.

He secretly released a trace of spiritual power, and swept towards the wind in the crack in the door,

When he first came into contact, Dushanton didn't know well. A huge and incomparable force, wrapped in countless negative information, is pouring in like a tidal wave.

"Delicious!" As soon as that spiritual power came into contact with Duchamp's spiritual power, it was like smelling the taste of extremely delicious food, and he actually screamed happily, turned into a vicious beast, and pounced greedily.

Duchamp's spiritual power, which Duchamp has always been proud of, is like an ant in a great flood at this moment, being torn by that spiritual power, and involuntarily wants to break away from his body and go to the crack in the door.

Duchamp suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and he hurriedly ordered to withdraw his mental power. The player's system also suddenly erupted into a fierce prompt, automatically choosing to enter an emergency situation, and calling all energy to resist the invasion of foreign enemies.

For a moment, Duchamp only felt that his mind had instantly become a killing field. The firewall instantly turned into dangerous mode, blocking out the mysterious force that tracked through the door, and all prevention facilities were activated. The maze he had built before, as well as the antivirus software that had been silent, were all urgently called at this time.

These two spiritual forces fought in his brain domain, far exceeding his mental power load. For a while, he only felt that the four fields were blurry, the world was spinning, his whole body was tingling, his eyes were blind and his ears were ringing, and his five senses were lost, and he could only rely on the will to survive to support him.

"You can't faint, you will let the mermaid flesh if you pass out!" Duchamp gritted his teeth and sank into the labyrinth with all his heart, fighting the trapped beasts.

In the midst of this fierce battlefield, the foreign force marched all the way, like an ancient beast, stepping on the firewall and the labyrinth with one foot, and killing towards the core of Duchamp's brain.

All the territories that were captured by this force suddenly fell into pitch black, and they were officially out of the control of the brain domain.

Duchamp's limbs stiffened, he collapsed to the ground, his heart beating and expanding like a drum, this is the brain driving the whole body to rush towards the brain domain, making a backwater fight.

At this moment, in the depths of the brain, a star suddenly lit up.

This was the first time Duchamp saw the scene in the depths of his mind, where a milky white sea of stars had formed, a large star, in the sea of stars, exhaling and breathing, emitting a soft silver-white light.

The star floated out of the sea of stars, only blinked quietly three times, like a sleeping baby, occasionally turned over, this starlight illuminated the entire brain domain, the black power that killed the door, as soon as it came into contact with this starlight, it immediately disappeared into countless tiny fragments and fell to the ground.

The star seemed to have a habit of cleanliness, and it whipped up a gust of wind in disgust, sweeping the pieces out of its domain.

Seeing that the crisis was lifted, the star sank quietly into the sea of stars, and the light in Duchamp's mind disappeared with it.

"How can I have a star in my head?" Duchamp thought subconsciously.

As the light in his brain vanished, Duchamp found that his limbs were perceptual again, and he could even move, and his fingers touched the ground next to him, and there was a sense of touch.

He screamed in his heart that he was lucky, and despite the fact that all the other senses in his body were closed, he struggled to escape from the gate, and suddenly rolled down the steps.

"Escape faster with rolling! By the way, there's a bridge around here, and I'll have to find the location of that stone bridge. ”

Thankfully, he was still sensible enough to know that the right way out was near the gate, and that there were cliffs on either side of the monastery.

He groped for the surrounding road environment with his hands, supported his will with instinct, estimated the location of the stone bridge, and crawled away.

After crawling out a few hundred steps, the power suppression really disappeared, and Duchamp only felt that the thousand catties of boulders that had been pressed on his head were unloaded, and his whole body was relaxed.

"No, it's not safe enough, just keep climbing a little longer."

"I can't hold on anymore." He tilted his head and passed out.