For Duran, there is no other plan in his mind at this time except for improvisation - this is not in line with his style, but although the level of Belon after transformation is still above level 19, his strength has far exceeded the gray iron rank, and Duran has no chance of winning in front of him. Although this situation was not unexpected, it was tricky enough, so tricky that he didn't come up with any good ideas in the transformation time of only half a minute in Veron.

The half-evil spirit is now a monster from the lower planes, and Duran can't imagine a person in his right mind making himself look like this - and it is clear that Beron has no intention of making Duran understand his world. The tall, half-evil spirits began to roar wildly, the wooden floor of the attic began to tremble intermittently, and there were even massive cracks in some vulnerable places.

Beron's roar Duran naturally heard it in his ears, but he couldn't understand a word. The half-evil spirit uses the language of the lower plane instead of the language of the Ember people, the language of the lower plane is very obscure and profound, although Duran can barely be called knowledgeable, but he can only recognize some simple words, and he is naturally confused about this kind of scolding.

"It seems that the vision of the evil spirits in the lower planes is not very good......" Duran silently stuck behind a bookshelf, watching Peron frantically destroy things near him, and thought thoughtfully: "After transforming into an evil spirit, the eyes on his face are tightly closed, wrapped in an unknown substance, and he probably can't open them." There are so many pairs of eyes on the arm that shouldn't be used to see things, and the visual inspection skill feedback comes back that this guy has a petrified ray skill, probably through these eyes......"

Duran is aware of the ways of many other-dimensional monsters, such as the Astral Hundred-Eyed Basilisk, whose eye skills unleash terrifying petrification rays, and another example is the mythical and legendary Medusa of the glamorous banshees, whose petrification skills are also achieved through gaze. There is a common reason between things, and the extra pairs of eyes on Beron's arms are certainly not just decorations.

Veron clumsily smashed the tables and chairs around him, his hands thick and his lower body formless, like a combination of a ghost and a legendary sea monster.

Duran held his breath, the situation couldn't be any worse, he said to himself.

"Gotta test his defenses first." Duran slowly moved down the attic wall behind Beron, the tall, half-evil spirit unconscious, his hands frantically grasping at the things around him, his powerful strength giving him the ability to tear them apart with ease. The three tongues on his chest kept catapulting out, and the barbed scarlet tongue made the scalp tingle, and if he was caught by these three tongues, he was afraid that at least a large piece of flesh would be lost!

Duran swallowed a mouthful of water and forced himself to calm down, Veron obviously couldn't control his emotions and was destroying like crazy. And if he hides in the shadows, as long as he doesn't panic, then there will be no danger for the time being - of course, only temporarily, the attic is not too big, and Veron's destructive power is very amazing, and soon he will be able to turn this place upside down, and so will Duran's hiding place.

So Duran decided to take the initiative.

Level 3 stealth gives him more skill, and with each step, Duran feels like a cat walking on black and white piano keys. Although this metaphor is slightly out of place with the scene at hand, the two do have a very obvious thing in common - that is, quietness.

Beron still failed to grasp Duran's traces, which made the half-evil spirit completely fall into madness, and he no longer knew what thinking was when his brain was eroded by negative energy and evil magic, but he was just blindly destroying.

Attacks without discipline will always go out and be flawed, in Duran's eyes, the current half-evil spirit is simply full of flaws, if his level is a little higher, he has more assassin skills, and he can directly take it away with a set of skills.

It's a pity that now he hasn't even reached the strength of gray iron, his basic surname is too bad, and he doesn't have enough skills to support his combos, so he can only carefully shoot and change places.

He needs to be patient and wait for the perfect moment.

Soon, the time came, and when the half-evil spirit slammed the table, one of them used too much force, and the whole person suddenly lost his balance, and staggered and fell forward—his back was defenseless, and the door was wide open!

Duran made a decisive move, rushed behind Belon in two steps, and the oak thorn stabbed into the back of the half-evil spirit!

"Click, click!"

Who knew that the expected splatter of blood didn't happen, and the sharp blade of the Oak Thorn met incredible obstruction as it pierced the half-demon's bare back, and a thin layer of scales emerged from beneath the surface of his skin.

The black scales constituted the most solid layer of defense, and Duran used all his strength and with the help of his usual knife, he only sank into Belon's body less than half a foot!

The speed of the attack of the half-evil spirit was much faster than Duran expected, and the sudden low roar made Duran's heart skip a beat, and he pulled out the oak thorn almost immediately-Beron's body suddenly stood upright, his two arms suddenly flipped strangely, and countless pairs of blinking eyes were aimed at the stunned Duran with cold resentment.

"Still shameless? It's invulnerable! Duran didn't even have time to scold, he turned around and hugged his head and rolled to the ground - in an instant, the sound of swishing passed by his ears, and in the afterglow, he saw countless thin pale yellow rays passing by him, if he hadn't rolled in time, I was afraid that he would have been shot through by these rays!

Rao was like this, and Duran's left arm elbow was still grazed by a ray of light.

He got up and half-squatted in the corner, and the contract assistance system immediately prompted: "The left hand is attacked by petrification rays, if it is not lifted in time, the left arm will be petrified within half an hour; The whole body is petrified in three hours! ”

"How about giving my grandfather a way to live!" Duran wanted to cry without tears, and the horror of the petrified rays was especially evident in low-level battles. In addition to the priests or ** masters who are good at removing negative energy and various debuffs (debuffs), only those RMB players who are wearing anti-petrification equipment and have bundles of petrification exemption potions in their hands can compete with bosses with petrification skills.

Duran is neither, and when he arrives at Fanan, he can't buy even a bottle of anti-petrification potion even if he carries a sack of RMB. The left arm that was hit by the petrified ray suddenly itched, and the half-evil spirit Beron was even more good at falling into the well, Duran lifted the stealth state in order to attack him, and the guy strode over with a cruel smile, and the three tongues on his chest were about to move, extremely disgusting.

"No, the attic is too narrow for me to fight!" Duran endured the itch in his arm, narrowly dodged Veron's attack with dexterous movements, and rushed to the exit of the attic in a few steps.

Beron laughed: "Mortal, you can't escape. You are destined to be killed by me, and your soul will be my slave! ”

As he spoke, the three tongues on his chest jerked out and went around Duran's head and chest.

Duran didn't dare to slack off, he had already tasted the power of the scorching jazz's tongue in the flame lair, the tongue of the half-evil spirit must be stronger than the leader of the flame lizard, if he was accidentally hit, I am afraid that he would really hang up.

He was short and staggered down the escalator, but who knew that the floor cracked violently, and Duran fell hard from the attic.

"Ugh! It hurts......" There was a crackling sound, and the sawdust mixed with a lot of mess fell on Duran, and he lay on the cold bathroom floor, in pain.

Although the attic is not high, but if it weren't for Duran's luck and his ass hit the ground first, I'm afraid he would have suffered some injuries. The ceiling above his head began to crack rapidly, and Duran knew that at the speed of Belon's destruction, even if he didn't get out of the attic, the entire attic floor would be completely torn by him. When the time comes, even people and furniture will be smashed down, and Duran will not be able to eat if he is not careful.

Fighting through the pain, he rose from the rubble and rushed to the door of the bathroom.

"Boom!" As soon as Duran closed the wooden door of the bathroom, there was a terrifying loud bang inside, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

"Chase so fast......" Duran broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead, he didn't dare to stop, and rushed to the outside of the bedroom in a few steps.

The lights in the corridor on the second floor were still dim and faint, and Duran looked at the candles on the candlesticks and suddenly felt a move.

He took out the mutton fat candle he had bought from the evil store from his bosom, pressed the wick of the candle and pressed it to the flame a little, and with a pop, a bright flame emanated from Duran's hand.

The faint light was bright and white, completely different from those ordinary candles in the corridor, this candle faintly contained a trace of holy power, Duran held the candle tightly, and his panicked heart was actually calmed down a lot.

"Sure enough, it's not Xibei goods!" Duran was overjoyed, and at this moment, a black shadow slammed the wall between the bathroom and the bedroom, countless sawdust flew, and Belon's tall body was forcibly crushed out of the bathroom.

The half-evil spirit quacked, although he lost his vision, but if Duran was not in the stealth state, there were still other ways to sense Duran's position.

Belon turned sideways and wanted to rush over, but who knew that at this time, the candlelight in Duran's hand suddenly condensed into countless holy white rays of light.

In an instant, twelve rays of light went back and forth, forming a square cube.

The half-evil spirit was trapped in a cube of twelve rays, and he reluctantly tried to break out, but between the seemingly empty lines, there seemed to be a very thick barrier, and Peron could only roar wildly with all his might.

Duran watched all this dumbfounded, the candle flame in his hand flickering slightly, exuding a serene aura.

"Such a powerful candle, it can really trap evil spirits!" Duran was overjoyed, although this candle didn't seem to be able to directly destroy evil spirits, but it was very rare to be able to breathe.

Candles are so powerful, so what about inferior holy water?

Duran's heart moved, and he took out the inferior holy water, preparing to splash this bottle of holy water on Beron's body.

"Bang!" He unscrewed the wooden stopper suddenly, and just as he was about to walk over, a crisp voice suddenly remembered in his ears:

"If I were you, I wouldn't do that. The holy water in your hand is not pure enough to destroy him. ”

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