Just as Fang Zheng was thinking.

The face of the woman in the flush toilet was still staring at Fang Zheng calmly.

Then, just as the decapitated woman was about to open her mouth......

Founder: "......"

It's a ghost!!

Fangzheng, who had a black face, didn't want to think about it, raised his hand and pressed the button.

Wow!

Bang!

Looking at the decapitated woman who was washed away by the siphon flush toilet in the whirlpool of water that was spinning at a rapid pace, Fang Zheng let go of his middle finger that had been pressing the flush button, and then closed the toilet lid with a calm face.

But who knows.

At this moment, the corridor outside the house sounded again the strange and emphatic old voice.

"The immortals and Buddhas have not yet succeeded, and they only know that the night is uneven......"

"Dust to dust, soil to soil, life and death have a fate, no matter how brilliant, but a loess, a handful of green and gray ......"

"Useless is a scholar......"

The sound came from far and near, and in the end, the voice stayed outside the security door of Fangzheng's house.

The doorknob clicked and twisted a few times, as if someone was about to open the door and enter.

The next moment, squeak......

The security door was pushed open from the outside, and in the empty aisle, a grimace came in from behind the door, and it was the strange hunchbacked old man with red cheeks.

It was at this moment that Fangzheng's vision changed.

He stood in a dark, damp dungeon room.

And the security door, which was originally pushed open by the hunchbacked old man, has become a rotten door with iron railings in a cell......

"The coffin in the world is seven feet three, today is June six, and only six feet six are buried... Parts that exceed six feet and six inches can be eaten, can be eaten... No, the more I talk, the more hungry I get, I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry......"

Tick......

A drop of saliva fell to the ground along the corner of the hunchbacked old man's mouth.

Spiritual martial arts!!

Demon Ape View!

"The Book of Tibetan Secret Consciousness and Returning the Divine Book"!

An atavistic demon ape appeared in the cell with an abominable face.

But today's majestic Demon Ape is a little different from the past, only to see the black hair on its body surface with Zizi exploding arcs of electricity, like a snake-shaped electric current circulating up and down.

The Demon Ape Erupts!

jumped directly into the air, and a big foot board smashed down in the air.

Bang!

One foot in the air.

A huge pit of dirt was blown out on the spot, and flying rocks were splashed like stray bullets in all directions.

But at the moment when the hunchbacked old man disappeared in place, the long ape arm of the demon ape quickly and couldn't see the phantom in one direction to the side, and grabbed it fiercely.

This grasp is as fast as thunder.

There were arcs of lightning on the claws that were the most powerful in the world.

Poof!

A figure flew out with a heavy slap by the sharp claws of the demon ape, and an arm was torn off by the claws of the demon ape.

That arm was grasped in the palm of the demon ape's fan-like hand, like a giant holding a bamboo stick, small and small.

Burst!

The broken wall was thrown by the demon ape, just like discarding a bamboo stick.

Roar, the hateful-looking demon ape opened its mouth and roared.

The figure that was slammed out also fell to the ground at this moment, and stood up in the dust, it was the hunchbacked old man.

The hunchbacked old man glanced at the severed arm that had been thrown away by the demon ape.

He looked down at the wound of his broken arm again, and saw that there were blue arcs bursting at the wound. The thunder and lightning is the most rigid and yang evil god in heaven and earth, and the blazing blue arc has been constantly scorching, burning the wound of the soul, and I saw that there was scorched black and green smoke rising from the wound, preventing the hunchbacked old man from recovering and growing his arms again.

Knock! Knock!

Boom!

The demon ape approached step by step, and the huge soles of his feet, every time he landed, brought a heavy sound, like a war drum beating on people's hearts, making people have a terrifying deterrent power of palpitations, and they didn't dare to look directly at the pair of scarlet evil eyes of the demon ape.

The next second.

The hunchbacked old man disappeared from his place, and that was because the ghost was too fast.

But!

The demon ape seemed to be able to sense the direction of the hunchbacked old man, and in his hand turned into a thunder knife that burst with blue electricity, and slashed at one of them.

Bang!

The hunchbacked old man was directly blasted out by the powerful thunder light knife, like a rag.

A huge gap slashed diagonally in the chest of the hunchbacked old man, almost splitting the person in two.

Suffering such a heavy injury, the hunchbacked old man was unstable, and no matter how much he tried to dodge, he was quickly caught up by the demon ape, and was slapped into powder by the huge palm of the demon ape's blue electric arc.

The battle ended so quickly.

A month ago, when Fang Zheng faced the hunchbacked old man for the first time, he could only rely on the ghost mother to save him.

The second time he faced the hunchbacked old man, he could only rely on constantly stuck and moved, and killed the hunchbacked old man with difficulty.

And now, without effort, he killed the hunchbacked old man in three moves that were perfect and harmless.

In the past month, Founder's growth rate has been amazing.

As for the blue arc on the surface of the demon ape's body, the thunder light knife is naturally the progress that Fang Zheng has made in the "Tibetan Secret Consciousness Restoration Book" these days.

These days, he has been masochistic and electrocuted, but it is not in vain.

At the same time, a wisp of gray-colored soul qi flew up, swallowing up the human skin scriptures.

......

Next is Qingguang, all the scholars and the woman with the red umbrella.

It's just that when facing the red umbrella woman, although Fang Zheng can easily kill the red umbrella woman, he can't achieve the degree of perfection and injury.

Still have some minor injuries.

But under the transformation of his anger and death, this small injury to his soul was quickly healed again.

On this day, after cleaning up to the deepest pool of the dungeon, Fang Zheng directly chose to withdraw from this spiritual world of the dead.

He's like a termite that eats away from within.

Little by little, little by little, it eats away at the spiritual intensity of ancient resentment.

This wave of dungeon cleaning contributed more than a dozen wisps of ordinary soul energy to Fangzheng.

......

......

At the same time.

It is far away from the city in the other direction.

It is still the same road that has been advertised as a mudslide disaster in the rainy season, and the highway into Tibet that has not been opened to traffic for more than half a month has been blocked.

It is a dark space deep in the belly of a mountain.

The mountains in Tibet are like the roof of the world, with high altitudes and deep pits, and I don't know how many magnificences and miracles are hidden.

The smell of blood was thick and disgusting, permeating the invisible darkness.

Shadowy black shadows, layered in the caves in the belly of the mountain, in the dark shadows, the outline is blurred, with a heavy, gloomy aura of death, in the extremely low-visibility underground, as if it is a corpse with a strange shape.

At this moment, Mr. Fu, Zuo Qianhu, Butcher Zhang, Yan Chixia, and Du Jiaotou were standing in front of a mountain wall, as if they were studying something.

It has been about ten days since the last time they were separated from the corpse bearer on the ground, and Mr. Fu and his party entered the mountainside.

At this time, what Mr. Fu and Zuo Qianhu were studying were two tomb beasts.

"Do you remember a few months ago, when I went to the Seventy-two Ghost Gates to carry out a coffin for Fang Zheng?"

"These two tomb beasts, I have seen them in the seventy-two ghost gates. ”

The person who spoke was a butcher Zhang who had always been silent and could cut with a knife, and would never beep with his mouth.

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