White light flickered, and the divine sword slashed through the phantom.

The old earl didn't expect Pan Long to make a move as soon as they met, and his reaction was a little slower, and he was slashed by him.

A straight line appeared on the illusory body, from head to waist. If he were flesh and blood, the whole person would have become two.

Unfortunately, he wasn't.

The knife left only a trace on his body, and there were countless black dots that quickly appeared on the white traces, as if there were many tiny insects biting, and it seemed that it would not take long to completely devour the white marks and restore them to their previous appearance.

But Pan Long continued to swing the knife.

The sword light is like electricity, and the knife light is like snow, one by one, permeating this area.

One, two...... More and more cracks appeared on the transparent body of the old earl, more and more, denser and more criss-crossed.

After just a few seconds, his transparent figure was almost completely covered by these white cracks, but the parts that did not have cracks became a minority.

At this moment, he looks like a white figure, but there are many black dots that keep emerging in the middle, which looks very disgusting.

"You can't kill me. The figure of the old earl came from the shadow, "I am immortal." ”

Pan Long didn't answer his words at all, and was still swinging his knife quickly.

The sword light still flickered.

After an unknown amount of time, only a bright white was left in front of him, and it looked like a figure.

The black dots had long since ceased to appear, and the old earl had long since stopped speaking.

But the fact that this figure is still alive means that it is still alive and has not been destroyed.

Pan Long slammed his knife on the ground and took two breaths.

Even he was a little tired from swinging so many knives one after another.

Compared to him, the old earl was in an even worse situation.

Although Pan Long paused his attack, not a single black dot appeared on the white figure, and it still maintained its previous appearance. It was as if the old earl had exhausted his evil power and could no longer counteract the erosion of the divine power.

...... Of course, this is also possible, after being strengthened with the help of the Heavenly Masters, the Divine Long Knife has not only been strengthened in hardness, but more importantly, it has been greatly enhanced in terms of restraining evil spirits.

If you want to play crooked and heretical, Paijiao himself is an expert, the old rivers and lakes in the Kyushu world know that the predecessor of Paijiao is the legendary Wumen, and Wu and Gu are the two oldest schools of evil art in the Kyushu world.

The people in the Pai sect are good at playing evil arts, and of course they are good at fighting evil arts - this is a professional need, otherwise they would have played themselves to death. The Divine Long Knife, which had been strengthened by them, was many times more powerful than in the past when dealing with evil spirits.

This power is not only manifested in sharper or stronger, but also in hindering and stasifying the forces of evil.

Cut like this by the divine long knife, the evil power in the old earl's body has been shattered to the point that it can no longer be connected to each other at all.

Then, from within the white phantom, a weak, fearful voice came out.

"Oh my God, I didn't think I'd ever wake up one day!"

Pan Long didn't answer, and looked at him coldly.

This old man is very cunning, no matter whether he is a decent or evil faction, no matter whether he is a man or a demon, as long as he talks to him, there is almost no one who will not be fooled by him and not be harmed by him.

The car in front of you is over, and the car behind is a lesson, don't expect him to say even a word to this dead scumbag.

It's like if you travel to the world of the Romance of the Gods, and after decades of hard work, you finally cultivate into a long life, and you have also practiced some very powerful methods. When you go out for a walk on this day, a crooked Taoist priest shouts at you, "Fellow Daoists, please stay", what is your reaction?

You subconsciously stopped and went to talk to him?

It's over, it's good to go...... Alleluia......

Anyway, Pan Long would never make such a mistake!

It's hard to pretend to be smart, he won't. But pretending to be stupid is much easier.

The old earl didn't care about Pan Long's unanswerable question—he probably knew how bad his reputation was. He just said nervously and tiredly, "I don't know how long I will be able to be awake, but I warn you not to take any of my words for granted." Because in the next second, I may be swallowed by the evil will, and I will return to the endless darkness. ”

Pan Long rolled his eyes, thinking that this thing was simply talking nonsense.

Assuming that the person who is talking at this moment is really the relatively kind old earl, shouldn't he hurry up and explain what happened?

This is like in a famous martial arts, a senior who was bitten by a poisonous snake wanted to tell his apprentice who was the murderer of himself, but he wrote not the name of the murderer, but "The one who killed me is XXX...... When Pan Long saw this plot, he sighed, no wonder that apprentice usually looked stupid, obviously being taught stupid by the teachers!

The old earl then began to babble, reminiscing about the first half of his life, lamenting the simplicity and beauty of his youth, recalling the excitement and excitement of his encounter with sorcery, and scolding the sorcerers who had lured him down the path, recalling his frenzy when he discovered that there was a great secret hidden underneath, and lamenting that he was ridiculously stupid......

Pan Long didn't mean to pay attention to him at all - this bastard was really dumping the pot again!

The necromancers weren't really only sorcerers, but he wasn't interested in those spells that weren't too evil, and the Popes weren't just about sacrificing people and controlling ghosts, they were technically a branch of the druids, and they had a knack for cultivating herbs and improving crops...... The old prophet warned this bastard several times, and what did he get? persecution after persecution!

If the old earl himself was a decent man and concentrated on developing his territory, all kinds of people would have been able to play their positive role.

...... Oh, that vampire probably can't, but anyway, the vampire was put down by him with a knife, and if it is all over as soon as it is burned down, where will there be any "Crimson Courtyard"?

As for the farm, there would be no problem, if he hadn't tossed that psychotic summoning ritual and summoned that star fragment, how could the farm and the workers inside be eroded and turned into a strange illusion that is immortal beyond the torrent of time?

All in all, a thousand mistakes, all the fault of this old bastard!

It's too late to die!

Pan Long rested for a while, felt his strength regain a little, and continued to swing his knife to slash.

In the game, the player fights, and the old earl will transform twice, and to destroy it, of course, you have to wait until both transformations are finished.

The first state of the old earl can summon a clone.,After the transformation, it can regenerate blood at a high speed.,The output is not enough to kill at all;After the second transformation,Accumulate source points every time you are attacked.,As soon as the source points are full, you will release the instant death skill.,If it's not the emperor.,Be sure to reduce the ordinary attack.,Prepare the means of charging explosives.,Take him away directly in a wave.。

But now the situation is ...... Probably because his attack was so fierce, the old earl was stuck in the first stage, and it seemed that there was no way to transform.

If you can't transform, how do you kill it?

Pan Long was a little distressed.

Distress is distress, and his blade does not stop.

In any case, this kind of chopping obviously has a certain limiting effect on the old earl, and it is a good thing to be able to limit it.

I don't know how long it was, but he stopped to rest again.

At this time, the old earl had completely turned into a figure emitting white light.

The figures that came out of the figure became ethereal, and even had some echoes. If you listen closely, there seems to be a lot of children singing carols, just like a celebration in a church.

If Pan Long was a believer, he must have been ecstatic at this time, feeling that his efforts had been rewarded, and that this evil old earl had been purified by himself, and was even about to be transformed into a holy soul.

But alas, Pan Long is not.

In his past life or in this life, he did not believe in any gods.

Especially in this life, he has seen many gods with his own eyes, and there is even a female (crow) god teacher, who has respect for gods but has no faith.

The gods are nothing more powerful than mortals. You may be able to make a bargain and take what you need, but expect him to "don't ask, don't think, and give to God with all your heart," as Western culture says...... He really couldn't do it.

This is a cultural difference, and it can be regarded as a kind of generation gap.

Therefore, when he heard this ethereal chant, he not only did not rejoice, but became more and more suspicious.

His instinct told him that the old earl was going to play tricks again!

Sure enough, just as he was resting, the old earl's voice sounded again.

"O God, great God, I hear your voice!" his voice was filled with fanatical joy, "I am going to say goodbye to this filthy world and go to your temple, Hallelujah!"

After speaking, the white figure suddenly collapsed, turned into countless points of light, flew towards the sky, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Inside the carapace-like black corridor, Pan Long himself was left.

A little white light lit up behind him, and it seemed that the door to the outside of the labyrinth had been opened.

Probably if he turns around now, he will be able to leave the labyrinth soon.

Pan Long didn't turn around, but smiled sarcastically.

(This old ghost is really cunning!)

He didn't believe that the old earl would change his ways, and he didn't believe that this guy's soul could go to heaven.

Even if there is a heaven and hell, this kind of goods will only go to hell!

A great religious man in another world once said, "It is more difficult for a rich man to go to heaven than for a camel to go through the eye of a needle", which may be a bit biased, but it is very appropriate to apply it to the old earl.

This kind of person also wants to go to heaven?

That's a camel going through the eye of a needle!

So not only did he not turn around, but instead swung his divine long knife and slashed at the position where the old earl's phantom had dissipated before.

It looked like there was nothing, but his knife clearly slashed at something.

It's hard and tough, like tanned leather, and it's like layers of leather stacked on top of each other, and the force of the obstacle is quite large.

But Pan Long was refreshed and added a little strength to his hands.

The divine longsword sliced its way through the seemingly empty void with difficulty, and finally let out a loud tearing sound.

Everything in front of me collapsed like a soap bubble bursting, and the black carapace vanished, leaving only large swaths of wriggling flesh, and a mass of flesh that swelled and contracted in the middle of the wriggling flesh, what looked like a heart.

It was huge, and at first glance it even looked a little human. But with each expansion and contraction, it became more distorted and less human.

"How is that possible?!" an angry, trembling, anxious, terrified voice rang out among the thing, "how could you see through my disguise!"

Pan Long didn't answer at all, and slashed with a knife.

It was so tough that it took a lot of force to cut it down.

And every time it was slashed, it would shoot out a large stream of dirty blood, like a rain of blood, enveloping the entire space around it.

Pan Long always defended with his true qi to prevent these dirty blood from touching his body at all.

He didn't know what the blood was, but it was a good thing not to get it on it anyway.

Maybe this kind of thing will be tainted, and then the old earl will be able to launch that dangerous instant attack?

In any case, you can't go wrong with being careful.

Pan Long's knife swung faster and faster, and the light on the knife became more and more intense.

Fighting with a visible enemy makes his fighting spirit gradually burn, and also makes his strength slowly rise.

Teacher Bi Lingkong once said that he is a somewhat emotional person. It's not a bad thing, and being emotionally appropriate will help you bring out your strength beyond your limits in battle.

She is an emotional person herself, even ...... According to her, the most powerful masters she has ever seen are emotional people.

Including Zhao Dawen II that year.

Pan Long's strength became stronger and stronger, and the old earl's change of the heart-like thing was gradually cut into thousands of holes by him.

Finally, it couldn't take it anymore, and with a terrible roar, it changed its appearance for the second time.

But this time, the stage of its transformation was clearly seen by Pan Long.

Question: What do you do when an enemy transforms?

False Answer: Wait for him to transform, then everyone zooms in on each other as a sign of respect.

Correct answer: Life is so short, how can there be so much time for him to slowly transform!

Pan Long is a good person, so of course he will choose the right answer.

The sword light flickered, and this time the sword light was more violent than any previous one, and it illuminated the entire dim space, like a lightning bolt exploding in the labyrinth.

Then, halfway through the transformation, the old earl froze.

The knife flashes and the electric light does not stop.

A moment later, the ground was covered with blood, and among the countless pieces of flesh, a book with a black cover could be faintly seen.

Pan Long sneered, wrapped the book with his true qi, and picked it up in front of him.

【Return!】

A phantom like water waves appeared in front of him, and he walked in one step and left this world, returning to the mezzanine between Kyushu and the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

A few things full of evil spirits floated in front of him.

He didn't even bother to look at what these things were for, and directly gave the order of "no exchange".

Those things vibrated and all burst out, turning into an aura of no nature.

No matter what secrets and traps they hide, they are meaningless at the moment.

Although it is a hundred years late, the justice that belongs to the town of Hamlet has finally arrived.