Even if you break your neck.

But the girl's expectant eyes, eager to be recognized by the teacher, still did not change, and she was still staring at the direction of Fangzheng.

That is the direction where her teacher stood before her death.

Fang Zheng did not speak.

He was curious about the studio.

"Is it another artifact?"

"Is this a replay of the memories of the Wraith, or am I being pulled into the spirit world by the Wraith?"

Fang Zheng began to walk around the dance studio curiously.

The young girl who fell to the ground and broke her neck looked forward to it, and also turned strangely, always staring at Fang Zheng, not leaving Fang Zheng's body.

The eyes that are eager for encouragement and praise can be understood if they appear on a living person, and they can win a lot of sympathy points.

But it can appear on a dead person who broke his neck, which makes people shudder.

Rustle rustle......

Nails and white socks rubbed against the smooth wooden planks of the dance studio, making a soft sound.

The girl, who had not been recognized and praised by the "teacher" for a long time, broke her neck, began to get up from the ground, and she repeated the previous dance.

It's just that.

Because of the relationship between breaking the neck.

Her face is facing her back, and the back of her head is facing her chest, which is the real "direction U-turn", and she is dancing strangely, but because her face is behind and her hands and feet are facing forward, her dancing posture is extremely uncoordinated.

Click!

Click!

The dancing young girl began to brutally break the joints of her hands and feet, and finally, her hands and feet also turned in the direction of her face.

The more the girl jumped, the more happy and happy she became.

The two eyes have been staring at their "teacher".

The expectant gaze of longing for praise and recognition is becoming more and more fanatical, crazy, and almost a pathological obsession.

Everyone hopes that their hard work and sweat can be recognized by those around them, and they are eager to stand under the stage of the spotlight and become the focus of all applause. ”

"You just want to get a simple compliment from your teacher, which will be your motivation and encouragement on the way forward. ”

A vague figure of a man, pushing open the soundproof door of the dance studio, his figure is tall, standing in the doorway like a black tower blocking the entire door.

Brings a sense of oppression.

and a long shadow cast overhead by incandescent lights over the old dance studio.

His voice continued.

"But why is it so difficult for the teacher's compliment?"

"Is it because you're not trying hard enough?"

"You know very well that you work harder than anyone else, work hard and pay day by night, perseverance day by day, you are like a lost boat in the ocean that has lost its goal of progress, and you long for the encouragement of the outside world to regain the hope of moving forward. ”

"But in this world, no one applauds you, no one praises you. You're all dead, and there's no one to applaud you. ”

"Just because of the indifference, stinginess and prejudice of this world. ”

"Are you dissatisfied?"

"Do you complain about the injustice of this world?"

"Do you complain that you don't meet your own talents?"

"Are you jealous?"

"I can give you a chance to get up and dance again, and on that stage, you will have countless audiences and applause......"

The dancing girl with the joints of her hands and feet reversed was not praised for a long time, and the desire and hope in her eyes began to be swallowed up by the negative emotions in her heart, and in the end, only resentment remained in her eyes.

The joints of her hands and feet were reversed at a strange angle, and she changed her expectant gaze to a pair of resentful eyes, and she stared at her "teacher" while continuing to dance.

Getting closer and closer to the "teacher".

Spiritual martial arts!

Demon Ape View!

Spiritual weapons!

Zla!

A blue electric light cut through the darkness, like a thunderbolt in the nine heavens and exploded the nine shadows, and the floor-to-ceiling mirrors on the four walls of the dance studio could not withstand the domineering of this sword light, and the blazing breath exploded in response.

Poof!

The girl whose joints of her hands and feet were reversed was split in two vertically from the middle of her body by a spiritual weapon.

Say it, shoot it.

No mud and water.

Zziz!

The wound site that was split vertically, like confetti burning, peeled off, and fell off pieces of black ash like confetti ashes, preventing the yin spirit from re-healing and recovering.

The girl struggled in pain and roared.

Full of resentment, she was desperate, and her two bodies swooped down on the atavistic demon ape standing with a knife.

Behind the demon ape is a fire tree, blazing.

Like the hottest torch in the world.

The demon ape and an elephant pulled up green onions, and the fire tree behind him directly suppressed half of the woman's body.

Then he slashed out with a backhand.

Poof!

The spiritual weapon accurately nailed the other half of the woman's body to the ground.

Half of the woman's body roared in pain on the ground, she tried to raise her hand to pull out the knife on her body, but the wound and the skin on her hand, touching the blade, appeared like confetti ashes, and pieces of black ash fell off.

As for the other half of the woman's body, it was also suppressed by the fire tree not far away, and the red flame breath on the fire tree burned the soul black.

The red flame aura on this fire tree is not virtual.

Instead, Founder took advantage of the daily noon of the anode and yin birth, practiced diligently, and practiced the gains.

The solitary yin does not grow, and the solitary yang does not grow.

It is only at noon that people's yin souls can absorb yang fire and create a red yang soul.

The root of this fire tree is the red sun breath that the Fang Zheng Divine Soul is tainted with.

The demon ape approached the body of the woman who was nailed to the ground with a machete, and held the hilt.

Blue arc bursts.

The knife is twisted.

Half of the woman's body on the ground was completely strangled into black ash, under the blue arc light, bang!

The explosion was all over the sky.

Green Special Aura from the mannequin figure +1.

This time, the evil spirit of the underworld weapon was the easiest of the three underworld weapons to kill.

Under the constant stimulation of the underwater dungeon, Fang Zheng gave everything he had, and even he didn't know how strong his divine soul cultivation was.

In particular, he also used the coffin board of the tomb keeper to build, an invincible spiritual weapon.

At least the ordinary night tour envoy level can't carry him a knife.

The attack method of dragging the human spirit into the spiritual world in front of the underworld in front of Fang Zheng is tantamount to suicide.

As Fang Zheng killed the evil spirits of the underworld and the spiritual world disappeared in front of him, Fang Zheng found that the dozens of model dolls in front of him had disappeared.

There is only one Dead Vehicle left on the ground.

It was a mannequin doll.

Fangzheng's true qi poured into the ghost head knife, and the red knife light incinerated the model puppet on the ground, although the resentful spirit was dead, but it did not fall into the hands of people with ulterior motives.

But just when Fang Zheng's side had just dealt with the artifact, suddenly, a pillar of flames exploded suddenly under the night.

The blazing fire directly reflected half of the night sky, as if blood stained the sky red, scarlet, terrifying.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Two more pillars of fire exploded one after another, and under the blazing firelight, it seemed as if the ground was shaking and the mountain was trembling.

Terrifying!

The earth shakes and the mountains shake!

Fang Zheng stared in the direction of the firelight, the Gao family had been in the wrong place for so long, he finally met a living person, such a big movement, who would the other party be?