The white-haired man suddenly let out a howl like a dying beast, his back arched slightly, his remaining arm stretched out straight, and his five fingers clenched into a fist, suddenly rising upward. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

With his movements, the blood water spreading on the ground suddenly spread out in circles, and above the formation with only a faint halo left in the center of the hall, black qi surged, and the scarlet blood water continued to churn like boiling water, pushing the bones of the ghost generals scattered around towards the formation.

Liu Minghao's body suddenly tensed, and anyone facing the situation in front of him would see that the white-haired man was unwilling to fail and wanted to struggle to the death, or because he had no chance to turn the tables, he wanted to launch a big move and die with the enemy.

Seeing that the corpses of the ghost general were gradually converging towards the center of the formation, Liu Minghao raised his eyebrows, his body moved slightly, and in a flash, he came to the front of the white-haired man, and the holy light sword in his hand stabbed straight out, intending to solve the last trouble neatly.

At this moment of lightning, a trace of malice flashed in the gray-haired man's gray eyes, and his body suddenly leaned forward, originally stretched out straight, as if controlling the formation's palm, and clasped Liu Minghao's wrist like lightning, and a gray light suddenly lit up.

In the dark hall, the gray-white dazzling light flickered.

Liu Minghao froze in place, and a gray-white substance glowing with light quickly spread along his arm, and soon spread to his whole body, the whole person was like a sculpture, only the part above the chest and the head and neck had not been petrified.

With one successful blow, the white-haired man snatched the Holy Light Sword in Liu Minghao's hand with his backhand, his eyes flashed with madness, his face was slightly distorted because of excitement, he roared hoarsely, raised the Holy Light Sword, and stabbed at Liu Minghao with all his strength, "Go die." ”

The tip of the sword flickering with cold light sank into Liu Minghao's chest in the blink of an eye, the white-haired man and Liu Minghao, who was still expressionless, looked at each other, his face suddenly stiffened, and he lowered his head to see that there was no trace of blood oozing out, and a trace of confusion and doubt flashed in his eyes.

"Why aren't you dead...... The white-haired man raised his head suddenly, looking at Liu Minghao, a word you just came out, and the next words didn't have time to finish, only to feel a chill in his chest, warm blood splattered out immediately, and the sharp blade had already entered his chest.

The white-haired man's eyes widened, watching the Holy Light Sword in his hand dissipate like a shadow, he slowly lowered his head to look at the handle of the dagger that had sunk into his chest, and muttered to himself in distraction, "Petrification, ahhhh Also..."

Liu Minghao slowly withdrew his hand, a ghostly light flickered on his fingers, the gray-white substance slowly receded, the muscles on the white-haired man's face twitched involuntarily, he raised his head suddenly, grabbed his arm, blood sprayed out along the corners of his mouth, and said intermittently, "Sun gold, golden scripture, death, death, like ......"

Struggling to say the last word, the white-haired man showed a twisted and hideous expression, and the power that was holding Liu Minghao suddenly disappeared, his body twitched violently, and he fell to the ground weakly, slowly stiffening.

Liu Minghao took a step back, holding the dagger and hanging down to his side, the red blood dripping to the ground, making a ticking sound, and blending into the blood and water all over the ground.

Sure that the white-haired man was completely out of breath, Liu Minghao breathed a long sigh of relief, and only then did he dare to relax a little, his body was in severe pain, and indescribable tiredness swept over, and his body shook involuntarily, almost unable to stand.

The last blow is a battle of luck.

The white-haired man made all kinds of illusions, the purpose was to bluff, lure Liu Minghao over, and perform the last resort petrification, but he didn't think that the petrification ring on Liu Minghao's body could be immune to all petrification attacks.

Liu Minghao was naturally not defenseless, at that moment, he expected the means that the white-haired man might use, no matter which one it was, the purpose was to fight back on the verge of death and pull him back.

Although the momentum made by the other party was very amazing, Liu Minghao couldn't feel any energy fluctuations, and almost immediately saw through the white-haired man's tricks, out of caution, he responded the moment he jumped up.

The copy skill is the first skill he got in the world of the Matrix, so naturally he has to study it well, and after repeated trials, Liu Minghao found that the copied items cannot exist independently, and once the original items are put into the space bag, or destroyed, the copy will become invalid.

In a way, he can take advantage of this flaw and take advantage of it even more flexibly to control the copying skills.

So when he made a move, he held two holy light sabers in his hands, the holy light sword that stabbed at the white-haired man was a copy, and the other hand was hidden behind him, in that situation, the white-haired man's attention was focused on the long sword stabbing at him, and he would never notice this tiny detail.

There was a dead silence in the hall, Liu Minghao sat down on the ground, and his rapid wheezing gradually subsided, and then he began to collect the loot scattered under his feet.

The white-haired man was obviously quite wealthy, and around the corpse, Liu Minghao found four scrolls, a cyan jade piece, a pair of military thorns with cold light, and a low-level space bag, which was regarded as the richest harvest of loot since he became a trialist.

However, among the four scrolls, there are three scrolls that cannot be used, two of which exude cyan light are not skills, one is the cultivation method of the Heart Devouring Gu, the other is the production method of the puppet, and the remaining one, exuding a black halo, can summon the "Summoning Spell" of the ghost general, but it cannot be viewed with a seal, and the system prompts that it can only be opened if the kill value reaches 50 points and the sin value reaches 30 points.

Liu Minghao looked at the handwriting that flickered slightly in front of him, and his eyes couldn't help but sweep over the broken body of the white-haired man, according to the system instructions, for every 10 people killed, the kill value increased a little; For every 10 points of Kill, the Sins value will only increase by a little, which shows that the white-haired man is obviously a murderous person, and when he gets the spell, his hands are already full of blood.

His eyes swept over the light curtain in front of him, Liu Minghao's killing value at this time was only one point, and for a long time, it was basically impossible to have the qualifications to open the scroll, so he didn't think much about it at the moment, put away the three scrolls, and turned to check the last scroll that emitted cyan light and the rest of the items.

"Wind Body. The secret of the body method from the world of Shushan, cultivated to the fullest, can be transformed into the wind, shadowless and invisible, you can escape in any situation, turn danger into disaster, no one can capture your footsteps. The learning requirements are 20 HP, 30 Speed, and 15 Spirit. Activating skills consumes 10 HP and 5 HP. The skill duration is 5 minutes. Cooldown time 6 hours. ”

"Qingyun Jue, a mysterious magic weapon from Qingyunmen in the Shushan World, can convert amplified energy, and after triggering, it consumes 15 health points at one time."

These two things obviously came from the so-called Xianxia world, Liu Minghao took the cyan jade piece and looked at it curiously.

The jade piece is silky and smooth, crystal clear, the surface is engraved with smooth lines, forming a cloud-like pattern, looking at it, the auspicious clouds flow, there is a faint dragon shuttling among them, it is very magical, it looks antique, even if it is not a magic weapon, the jade quality alone can be regarded as a treasure.

Opening the low-level storage bag, Liu Minghao's eyes immediately widened in shock, except for a small part of the various potions, what was left was a large pile of gold jewelry, as well as a mountain of black crystals.

The gold jewelry obtained in the space cannot be brought back to the real world, and the exchange ratio in the system is extremely low, it can be said that it is the most worthless thing, even those spars, they are of extremely poor quality, but no matter how small they are, they can't hold up a large number, Liu Minghao roughly calculated, these two things that almost fill the entire storage bag can be exchanged for at least 20,000 points.

Flipped the fluttering storage bag in his hand, Liu Minghao grinned, he didn't expect to make a windfall, took out the recovery potion and stuffed it into his mouth, put away all the loot, even the long knife he recovered, and was about to leave, Liu Minghao paused slightly, turned around and walked to the head of the ghost general, and found two black crystal nuclei that were quite intact inside.

Although it was shattered by the power of a one-hit kill, each of these two crystal nuclei was the size of a fist, and they contained very abundant energy, even if they were brought back to exchange points, it would not be in vain.

After cleaning up the battlefield and recovering most of his physical strength under the effect of the potion, Liu Minghao did not delay any longer and walked out of the hall quickly.

Before entering the Hamna Tower, he used the tracking technique on everyone, and once dispersed, it was easy to find everyone's location, Liu Minghao followed the induction of the tracking mark all the way to the deep Temple of Death.

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In the huge temple, Immorton, dressed in brown robes, stood in front of the altar, holding the heavy Black Book of the Dead in his hand.

Several skeletal monks gathered around the altar, chanting incantations, their voices echoing through the empty hall.

On top of the altar, Eve lay unconscious in the middle with her eyes closed, and various sacrificial artifacts were placed beside her.

Beneath the altar lay five women with the mark of a scarab on their foreheads, their organs removed and placed on a huge golden tray.

A monk covered in festering flesh and a tall skeleton wrapped in filthy rags crouched beside the resurrection pool, muttering incantations indistinctly, five black blurred figures gradually converging and forming, constantly writhing violently.

The monk bowed down and held up the golden tray with his hands held in the air, walked to the resurrection pool, and poured the bloody organs into it.

The calm black qi rolled slightly, instantly engulfing the five struggling and twisting black shadows, and began to rise and fall like waves.

The last trace of blood dissipated, and the monks around the altar knelt on the ground, and Immorton, who was standing in front of the altar, slowly opened the Black Book of the Dead and recited aloud the profound and obscure spiritualist incantation.

The black qi in the resurrection pool tumbled violently, and as the incantation was chanted, it gradually glowed with an eerie dark blue.