"What's more, even if there is really a purebred Angle locked inside, it has been sealed for nearly sixty years, and if it doesn't die, it will become a chicken!

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"When did you study the Sealing Circle?"

Seeing that Zhou Zhou Tang was holding a sword and nailed it to a corner of the magic circle, he paused motionlessly, as if he was performing some kind of secret technique, but he couldn't feel the slightest fluctuation, Xun Qinyi asked in a low voice.

"Ahem! I thought the seal had been lifted!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, Zhou Zhou Tang drew his sword and got up, looked at the ground gap that healed instantly, and said a little sneeringly, but then his face turned cold, and the bronze sword rose out of his hand, and after a few stabs in the air, he nailed a thin figure to the east wall of the room.

"Jiazi No. 3 patient!"

Through the faint light of the blue, the figure immediately appeared, roughly complete human nature, but there was no trace of facial features on the entire head, only a piece of charred black remained, and a set of strange structures seemed to be derived from scales on the inky black torso without a piece, but this layer of armor that looked extremely strong still couldn't block half a minute of the bronze sword, and was pierced straight through the chest and then stuck to the wall, unable to move no matter how hard he struggled.

Staring at the black iron ring in the ghost's left hand, Xun Qinyi's eyebrows jumped suddenly.

"You are really living more and more, this level of maturity is almost close to the second level!"

Staring at the ghost who was imprisoned by himself for a moment, Zhou Zhou Tang's face became ugly for the first time, and after replying coldly to Xun Qinyi, the bronze sword turned into a sword light and completely shattered the ghost and flew back into Zhou Tang's hand.

"How many of them are imprisoned here?"

Glancing up at the ceiling, Monday Tang suddenly asked.

"Seven for A, twelve for B, and eight for C!"

Wiping his mouth, Xun Qinyi's number even Su Yi frowned a little, and he also raised his head and stared up, although the bad ghost just now was more troublesome, but it was still just trouble for Su Yi, even if Huang Zhimin was a three-person wolf, he could easily resist three or four, but if this number rose to nearly thirty, the ants would bite the elephant to death, not to mention that it was not an ant.

"Solve Hong Yichang first!"

Pursed his lips and stared up for a long time, as if he was looking for something, Zhou Zhou Tang suddenly threw his sword and turned into a sword shadow, directly breaking through the ceiling above his head, leaving a sentence and disappearing into the darkness.

"You sweep the tail, the minions are yours!"

"It's yours..."

Frowning and staring at the hole in the ceiling, Su Yi's original somewhat sarcastic repetition immediately stopped in the seven or eight pairs of black claws that poked out of the hole, and after glancing at Xun Qinyi on the side, the jade giant wolf beside him followed Xun Qinyi, who had turned into golden light and shadow again, and rushed straight into the second floor along the hole, and also roared wildly after smashing the hole three or four times larger.

And the remaining Su Yi did not immediately follow, but took advantage of the light of the dark lotus fire around his body, stared at the place where Zhou Tang had just inserted the sword on the ground for a moment, and then a strange smile suddenly pulled out from the corner of his mouth and quickly disappeared, and his body flashed, with a circle of dark red, and rushed into the second floor.

...

Piercing the fifth ceiling, in Zhou Tang's eyes, there was still a dense black that could not be dissolved, even if it was the mana light emitted by the Dao robe on his body, it could only penetrate the surrounding area of only two or three meters before being swallowed by the darkness on the periphery.

A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and his hands suddenly opened and closed forward, and the darkness in front of Zhou Zhou Tang was torn apart like a curtain in an instant, revealing a passage that was only two meters long, and at the end of the passage was an ordinary small door, but the original light blue door edge was sandwiched with layers of bright red, as if an endless sea of blood was soaking out of the door.

"Huh!"

The bronze sword floating behind him swiped down, directly nailing a ghost that came out of the surrounding darkness in front of his feet, and after Zhou Zhou Tang stepped on the head of the ghost into a pool of essentia energy, he stepped over the corpse of the ghost on the ground and began to scatter with a light kick, and walked towards the small door, behind him, the bronze sword automatically swirled, and once again floated steadily three inches on the left side of the shoulder, vibrating slightly.

A few steps and a sword, when he walked to the small door, there were already five corpses of the remnants of the ghosts lying behind Zhou Zhoutang, he glanced at the bronze ancient sword that was vibrating more and more violently beside him, and raised his foot and kicked the small door in front of him inside.

There was no sea of orangutan blood, nor was it as dense black as outside the door, and in the pure white room in front of me, which was only about 60 square meters, there was nothing except a simple single bed and a desk, and the only incandescent lamp illuminated the whole room.

If you change places, or even change times, this kind of ordinary bedroom in front of you naturally can't arouse any interest in Zhou Zhoutang, glancing at the darkness behind him that has already submerged the passage, the swordsman walked in with an awe-inspiring kick, and then, the small door closed silently, and the entire space fell into endless darkness again.

"I'm actually a person who hates neurosis, especially autism and low self-esteem!"

Walked to the desk, pulled out the chair and sat down, Zhou Tang didn't realize that the door had disappeared more completely, but his face was full of mockery, but he didn't know who to say to this empty bedroom.

"Have you fallen completely?"

The voice echoed strangely in the bedroom three or four times before it faded, and after a long silence, Zhou Zhou Tang spoke again, but this time before the words fell, the bronze sword floating on his left shoulder suddenly erupted into a piercing scream, turning into several afterimages, and neatly cutting the desk behind Zhou Zhou Tang into three sections.

The foul-smelling black liquid slowly flowed out of the desk section, and gradually the entire desk melted away, and finally all turned into a puddle of black liquid.

After dodging the bronze sword's several sword splits as if it were a living thing, the black liquid quickly swam to a corner of the room, boiling and tumbling, a figure gradually condensed, and some traces of Hong Yichang could be vaguely seen on his pale face, but his eyes were the same weird miserable white, without a trace of variegated miserable white eyeballs looked at Zhou Yu, who was still sitting firmly on the chair, after the ghost gradually showed a strange smile, the whole room began to bumble, and the surrounding walls melted as if chocolate was hot, with an overlapping wailing ghost sound, but only a few breaths, the original ordinary bedroom is completely unrecognizable.

However, before the ghost's white smirk could be uttered, it suddenly froze, and Zhou Zhoutang's figure had appeared in front of him at some point, directly stuck his neck with one hand, and under the other party's slightly sluggish expression, he directly pinched the neck of the ghost in his hand, and then in a blink of an eye, the room that was still melting instantly returned to its original state, the bed was still a bed, the desk was still a desk, and only the original pure white ceiling appeared a strange gray at some point.

"It's just, to this extent..."

Sneered and shook his head, when Zhou Tang got up and was about to turn around, his pupils suddenly shrank, and dense sword shadows appeared around his body, and when he turned his head to look, the miserable white ghost just now was still standing quietly in the corner of the wall on the other side, staring at himself directly, and the next moment, a sharp pain came from his heart, and when he looked down, a miserable white hand had pierced his chest

"How could it be !!"