As soon as she handed it over, Qiu Xuan found out that the girl's attack was not so much a fierce attack on her, but rather a force to force her to completely expose the sheath of the knife hidden in the cuffs.

It was rare that she didn't understand the girl's thoughts, just to catch Qiu Xuan, a handle that used prohibited weapons in prison, and even spent such effort to arrange them layer by layer, just so that she could report the weapons to the prison administrators?

Qiu Xuan frowned, and raised her hand under the guidance of her body's perception, the girl's right hand collided with hers, and the special metal struck through the fabric of the prison uniform with a slightly muffled sound. In the second she passed by just now, she probably saw clearly that the weapon that the girl had in her sleeve was a demon-slaying pestle.

It's really quite special, at least among the executioners she's met in these days, basically none of them use a demon pestle.

And judging from the few brief times with the girl before, the original world she is in must be different from Qiu Xuan, but I don't know what the meaning of this special magic weapon is in her world system.

The prisoners in the outer stands were rarely silent, as if they were terrified of the moody man in Section A, and they avoided being the next to be carried out by the Shroud. Xiang glanced at Evie silently, and quickly moved back, barely holding back the inevitable subconscious fear in his heart, and contemplating something.

Wrong.

Qiu Xuan could once again be said to have avoided the opponent's attack with great ease, and the perception that had penetrated into the pores of the hair skin all over her body was shouting at her. The abilities that this girl has shown so far are extremely ordinary, and even the Demon Suppression Pestle, a weapon that is said to have special abilities, can only cause all the damage that Qiu Xuan can inflict on Qiu Xuan is just to release a few golden rays to disrupt her judgment.

The strength displayed by the girl did not even reach the basic abilities that a executioner who had passed the sixth proving ground should have.

"Are you scared?"

The girl raised her eyebrows through the gap between her arms, and her expression began to spin and change as she caught a glimpse of the Buddha statue in the middle of the demon-slaying pestle on the man's cuff. Qiu Xuan's face sank, and at the moment of entangling, he turned his head and completely saw the demon pestle in the girl's cuffs, and the carving technique of the Buddha statue in the middle was extremely strange, neither in the traditional sense of mercy and low eyebrows, nor like angry King Kong, but with a ghostly evil aura.

She subconsciously looked away, forcing her attention to the confrontation between the two sides, but the strange smiling Buddha statue was deeply engraved in her mind like an endless nightmare.

It's really evil enough, whose Buddha statue will look like this?!

Qiu Xuan scolded in his heart, and simply stopped leaving his hand to move the lethal move, thinking about ending this fight as soon as possible.

The moment the knife in her hand stabbed the girl into the abdomen, she finally knew where the wrong thing had come from.

"You've lost." The girl's physical fitness was not enough for her to dodge Qiu Xuan's stabbing move, and she was forced to take this knife, and although the expression on her face was a little pale, she was laughing wantonly.

"It's my turn." The girl pulled out the demon pestle from her cuff, grabbed Qiu Xuan's arm with her backhand to prevent her from leaving, and stabbed the tip under the Buddha statue into her left abdomen. The expression of the Buddha statue carved changed in an instant, no longer the evil smile with compassion in the eyes and the corners of the lips, but completely changed into the evil worship of the fierce ghost fetus!

The familiar, cold and desperate boundless death qi in the bone marrow went straight to the whole body in an instant along the wound pierced by the demon slaying pestle, the difference was that this time the death qi erosion object that belonged to the undead knife alone was none other than the user Qiu Xuan himself.

The girl has been looking for an opportunity to contact the dead air of the Zimu knife, and all the actions and conversations are just for this moment. Her true ability to slay the pestle is none other than devouring.

If she was just forced to stab into the death qi of the undead spirit knife, Qiu Xuan would not be so embarrassed at the moment, after all, this is not the first time she has fought against the death spirit knife. What has been interfering with her movements all this time is the evil Buddha statue carved on the demon pestle, and this evil qi has caused damage that is far greater than two after fusing with the dead qi of her own necromantic space.

She was half-kneeling on the ground with a twisted and painful expression, so she didn't see the outer stands not far away, and Evie sat up a little straighter, her eyes burning as she stared at this side.

Even if he admits defeat here, it won't change anything, Qiu Xuan tried to use his spirit to contact his necromantic space, but found that regardless of whether he could enter or not for the time being, the area where the space was originally closely related to him was gray, clearly showing that the necromantic space was now not under his control, but was taken away by the girl's evil weapon.

The hideous Buddha statue was smiling in her mind, unable to do so, Qiu Xuan's palm pressed on her wrist, igniting a misty black mist.

"You can't go anywhere, even if there is a 1 in 10,000 chance that you have a rare two spaces, as long as my ability is on you, no matter how many spaces you have, they will eventually become mine."

The girl seemed to sense her intentions, turned the demon pestle in her hand, and said quietly. Qiu Xuan's mouth, nose, eyes and ears once again overflowed with a thick and ominous black mist, and he nodded slightly when he heard the sound, and more dense fog floated out between his mouths.

"Then you can try to take this and see how you can take it?"

Before the voice fell, the scene in front of her changed, and the tragic scene of erosion and decay came into view.

Before Qiu Xuan could stand firm, as several golden rays of light descended under the ochre-brown iron curtain, on top of the barren ruins of the Western Fantasy Steampunk, a statue of Sen Ran Buddha was born.

In the golden light, Hongda's solemn Sanskrit sound came from all directions, and it seemed that there were a thousand people chanting in unison. In the depths of the light, the six-eyed and twelve-armed golden-bodied Buddha statue is smiling, or low-eyebrow or crying and smiling, which should be a solemn and solemn scene, but it is like walking in an underground purgatory by this wave of treachery.

"Really, whose Buddha would look like this?" Qiu Xuan gasped, almost choking on a few mouthfuls of the black mist that was still seeping out. She shook her head wordlessly, and completely pulled the knife out of her cuff and unsheathed it completely, "Siddhartha will shed tears of the times when he sees it. ”

A Buddha statue swooped down, each of the twelve arms behind it held a hooked halberd weapon, and the three heads were laughing, crying, and angry respectively towards Qiu Xuan. In fact, it is more like a large monkey with a severe deformity than a "Buddha statue".

Qiu Xuan did not hesitate to directly unsheath the knife and hold the knife in both hands, but even so, he was still weak under the other party's twelve arms. However, with the overall improvement of physical fitness that has been radicalized by danger induction, it is still not a problem to barely stop the opponent's attack.

The difficulty is that in the depths of that treacherous golden light, it is not just a Buddha statue that is born.

The black mist that kept pouring out from her mouth and nose covered several figures in the depths of the thick fog, and Qiu Xuan fiercely swung her knife to cut off one of the heads of one of the Buddha statues, and Rao was so angry that the arms and strange laughter that seemed to be endlessly stretched out in the follow-up were also infuriated.

She was silent for a second, then suddenly began to run back to the side.

The Buddha statue bounced and chased after him without hesitation, and Qiu Xuan did not skimp on his energy, scattering the Elpis virus from his fingertips as he ran. The Golden Buddha statue is immune to the plague virus, but it does not mean that the plague space is also immune to its own virus.

She ran and bounced several times up the massive, decaying ruins of industrial metal in the middle of the plague space. The small umbrella-shaped robot at the bottom seemed to sense the black mist that had been left along the way, and the exhaust hole was spewing steam and wanted to jump towards her. Qiu Xuan grabbed the little robot, stood in the center of the ruins at the highest place and waited for a second, and then did not continue to waste the black mist of the nightmare, and the knife was slammed into the edge of the inner wall and jumped down the deep pit in the center.

After more than ten seconds, she reached the bottom of the ruins pit, threw the little robot aside with one hand, and crouched down to place her palm on the completely rusted metal in the center of the ruins.

Hurry, hurry, please.

She silently converted all the plague viruses in her body into it, regardless of the danger of mental overdraft, and even gritted her teeth to force out a few clouds of black mist even when she knew that she couldn't use her nightmare ability continuously.

Behind him, with a few muffled sounds, the Buddha statues that were densely packed with ideas for evil at a glance jumped down. Their countless arms gripped the inner walls of the deep pit of ruins, and their heads, which were constantly spinning around their necks, cried or laughed and bared their blue-faced fangs, and just hung diagonally on the wall and jumped towards Qiu Xuan in the very center.

Qiu Xuan barely blocked a few times with a swing of the knife in his right hand, and the palm of his left hand pressed against the center of the ruins to continuously convey the Elpis virus, which was already at the end of the crossbow.

It's still not enough, even if she is on the verge of overdraft, with her current mental power, it is still not enough to drive the giant beast left over from the Steam Age.

The halberd poked several bloody wounds into her body, and the green-faced fanged Buddha statue tore at her flesh as if it were carved. Qiu Xuan gritted her teeth, even so, the palm pressed on the ruins still did not move.

She couldn't have died here, at the hands of a executioner, even of her rank.

- "You've probably found out, ...... like ours How do you say it, 'crooked ways'? In fact, we are already taking shortcuts compared to others, skipping the rank is just a matter of thought, and the executioner of the same rank is not an opponent at all. I had a smooth ride in the early and middle periods, and it was this ability that brought shortcuts. ”

Kasandra had once told her that necromancers like them were invincible at the same level in the early and middle stages. If it weren't for the fact that he didn't solve the side effects of the undead backlash later, Cassandro would definitely be the most powerful executioner in a desperate situation now, maybe not even one of them.

Qiu Xuan secretly said that she was not embarrassed by the crooked executioner like them, and then she forced herself to calm down, trying her best to ignore her body's instinct to dodge in the face of an attacking attack.

To activate this plague space, the black fog of nightmares or the virus of the plague is not enough.

Death.

What she needed was death, the power of the necromantic space that she once had, but who was now disconnected from her.

Snatch it back, from the evil sect's demon pestle, from the girl's hand, snatch it back.

"The power of the necromancer is not something you should have mastered in the first place, and even that undead knife was not 'stolen' from someone else's hands, wasn't it?"

Just as Qiu Xuan was secretly concentrating on himself and preparing to connect with the dark necromantic space again, suddenly a voice sounded in the plague space. With that inexplicable sound, the evil Buddha statues around her, which were almost about to bite down on her face, stopped their movements for an instant, and stiffened to maintain a posture of last second and suspended in the air.

Qiu Xuan paused.

"Who are you?"

The voice ignored it, but it continued, although it was just a sound, but there was an inexplicable feeling of a crazy and sickly laugh in it. "It's not your power in the first place, you stole it from others, and now it's taken from others, a cycle of cause and effect, it's a very fair thing."

"What did I steal, what did I steal?" Qiu Xuan maintained the position of holding the ground and did not move, rolled her eyes and continued, "I have the ability to fight by myself, what are you comparing here?" Not my power, is it yours? ”

"It's not something you can control, you're arrogant."

"Oh......" she lingered for a moment, her finger pressing on the ruins suddenly twitching nervously.

- "So, are you 'Death' himself?" Qiu Xuan said.

The voice was silent for a long time, and only when it sounded again did it take on a little meaning.

"What do you think you're talking about, how could a supreme ruler come down to meet a human at will?"

"It's not Death himself, so what are you comparing to me here?" She lowered her eyelashes, as if suddenly interested in a rusty spot in the middle of the cobwebbed ruins, and stared at it for a moment. "Even if it wasn't originally a power that belonged to me, but now that I have it in my hands, I say it's mine, it's mine, if you're not satisfied, let the original owner of the power come and talk to me."

"You know you're ......"

A smile suddenly appeared on Qiu Xuan's face.

She stood up from the center of the steam-metal ruins, and somehow, all the Buddha statues around her that had been immobilized resumed their movements in an instant. The ghost-like Buddha statue rushed towards her fiercely, but in the next second, it was completely pierced and nailed to the spot.

"My knife is mine, and the power attached to the knife is naturally mine."

"Whether it's a demon pestle, a Buddha statue that doesn't look like a serious Buddha at first glance, or a executioner of the same level who has a special ability to chance......

"—'Death' is fine."

"No one can take anything from me."