In Fang Xiaobei's perspective, thunder broke the lightless night sky for the fourth time, and lightning was containing, flashing in the clouds.

The rain curtain began to fall for the fourth time, and the lion-faced ghost king in front of him was the same as the previous three times, and his huge body occupied most of Fang Xiaobei's field of vision.

The Lion-Faced Ghost King opened his mouth, a long scarlet tongue dancing.

Fang Xiaobei knew that five more would grow out of this mouth later.

It's a quick fix.

Fang Xiaobei said secretly in his heart.

Although he already knows most of the hole cards of the Lion-Faced Ghost King, the gap in strength cannot be simply erased by restarting.

Before dying, Fang Xiaobei wanted to delay as much time as possible and wait for the captain Xiao Tuoming to lead the team to support, so he chose to fight with the Lion-Faced Ghost King.

But this time, the goal is completely different.

Fang Xiaobei had to rush to get the memorial items from the grocery room before the house was destroyed, and to complete the arrangement of the formation before Xiao Tuoming arrived.

At this moment, Fang Xiaobei and the Lion-Faced Ghost King stood opposite each other, just like the previous three times.

When the raindrops landed, both sides moved at the same time.

The Lion-Faced Ghost King rushed towards Fang Xiaobei, and the Scarlet Long Tongue was faster, stabbing at Fang Xiaobei first.

The action is exactly the same as the first three times.

Fang Xiaobei seemed to be a prophet, flashed lightly to the right, and rubbed shoulders with the scarlet long tongue.

Instead of trying to cut off the long tongue, he made a sliding shovel forward.

The Lion-Faced Ghost King's claws grazed Fang Xiaobei's cheek, burning his cheeks from the friction of the hot air due to the high-speed movement.

The rain fell on the cheeks, itchy.

According to the open-like restart, knowing all the opponent's attack methods, Fang Xiaobei successfully dodged the first wave of attacks of the Lion-faced Ghost King.

It avoids the tiger's mouth injury caused by direct collision.

The benefits of the reboot are not only that. All the wounds on his body before his death have been restored, and the power of faith that has been exhausted has also been restored to the reserve before the battle.

Fang Xiaobei poured all the power of faith in his body into the straight sword in one go, without the slightest reservation, and in addition, he also injected a small wisp of spiritual power into it.

The Lion-Faced Ghost King's eyes showed human doubt and anger.

It wondered why the weak prey had dodged its attack so easily, and it was furious that the prey had dodged its own attack.

The two sides swapped positions and the situation returned to the starting line.

Looking at the weapon in the hand of the prey in front of him, the Lion-faced Ghost King had a bad premonition.

It raised its head and roared, and the raindrops that had not yet landed were shattered, and the sound waves drove the shattered raindrops, visualizing the sound waves.

After the long roar, five other long scarlet tongues grew from the Lion-Faced Ghost King's mouth.

Fang Xiaobei was surprised in his eyes, he didn't expect the Lion-faced Ghost King to be so decisive and directly turn over the hole cards.

Looking at this posture, the two sides are actually going to fight it out.

Fang Xiaobei felt the straight sword sink, and he held it with both hands.

The lion-faced ghost king's six long scarlet tongues danced wildly, shooting towards Fang Xiaobei together.

The strategy is exactly the same as the previous three times, blocking Fang Xiaobei's movement space, and finally harvesting with claws.

Fang Xiaobei didn't mean to fight, he used his hands hard and swung the straight sword in his hand.

The straight sword came out of his hand, and because of its strength, it spun in the air, pointing directly at the Lion-faced Ghost King.

Six long scarlet tongues had to change their trajectory to fend off the powerful, spinning straight sword.

The straight sword collided with the scarlet tongue, bursting into dazzling sparks, and the piercing sound of the collision was like the long roar of the Lion-faced Ghost King, shattering the raindrops.

Breaking raindrops visualized the cacophony of collisions, and audible sound waves crashed around them. The glass of the house finally couldn't bear it anymore and shattered.

The six long scarlet tongues failed to block the spinning straight sword, and the suppressed ones retreated.

At this time, Fang Xiaobei didn't care about the result, ran directly into the house, and rushed to the grocery room under the stairs. Before he could open the door, the glass on the door shattered into pieces and fell to the ground.

Enduring the piercing sound of collision, Fang Xiaobei rummaged in the grocery room, which could be regarded as finding a memorial item.

Holding the memorial offerings, Fang Xiaobei returned to the corridor. The collision in the yard is over, and the cacophony of collision is gone.

Can't go through the gate, the Lion-Faced Ghost King will definitely rush in.

Gotta go back to the front yard.

Fang Xiaobei went upstairs with the memorial offerings and returned to his room.

Enlarged the memorial offerings on the ground, Fang Xiaobei picked up the futon on the bed and came to the balcony.

Although the balcony has a direct view of the street, it is not seamlessly connected to the street, but is separated by a wall.

When I opened the balcony, the street outside was blurred, and I could only see a halo of light.

No wonder the captain hasn't arrived for so long, it turns out that this space has been separated from the outside world.

Fang Xiaobei kept in his hand, tied the futon in a knot on the balcony, threw the futon outside, and turned around and threw the memorial offerings on the ground downstairs.

There was a loud noise downstairs, the walls of the room pierced through the long scarlet tongue, and the lion-faced god was searching for his place.

Fang Xiaobei ignored it and rowed downstairs along the futon.

Fang Xiaobei, who was holding up the memorial offerings, suddenly thought of a question.

In what way is this space separated?

Do you want to create an environment that is exactly the same, or do you want to "move away" the whole environment?

This question determines whether Fang Xiaobei's formation can work or not.

If it is the former, then the sacrificial goods may not be real memorial products, and even the raw materials are not real, how can the formation be activated. If the latter is the case, it means that the memorial offering is genuine.

Fang Xiaobei didn't hesitate for a long time, thought about it a little, and decided.

Bet on it, bet on your sacrificial offerings to be real!

Fang Xiaobei went around to the front yard, the front yard was messy, and time was lying in the dirt, but there was no figure of the Lion-faced Ghost King.

Fang Xiaobei put down the memorial offerings and began to set up the formation.

The rain was still falling, and it was getting heavier and heavier, and the dense raindrops enveloped the whole space.

The long scarlet tongue will pierce the walls, leaving holes in their wake.

Fang Xiaobei ignored it and continued to set up the formation.

After a while, the whole house collapsed, Fang Xiaobei was still in formation, and his eyelids were not raised, but the movements in his hands were faster.

The dust was suppressed by the rain and did not fly around.

The Lion-Faced Ghost King emerges from the rubble that fills the ground.

Lightning and thunder, a flash of thunder illuminated half of the lion-faced ghost king's body, which was a hideous body.

The moment the thunder light disappeared, six long scarlet tongues stabbed at Fang Xiaobei.

At the same time, a smile appeared on Fang Xiaobei's face.

The formation succeeded!

Fang Xiaobei rolled to the side, trying to dodge the assassination of the six scarlet long tongues, but he was still a step too slow, and one of the scarlet long tongues flashed across Fang Xiaobei's abdomen, taking away a large piece of meat.

Fang Xiaobei endured the pain, took the straight sword into his hand with his backhand, and raised it with the momentum.

Colliding sparks lit up in the darkness.

The straight sword blocked the lion-faced ghost king's claws, but it couldn't block the force on the claws.

There were several clicks in both arms, and it was obvious that the arm bones had been hit with great force.

As soon as his hands were weak, the straight sword slammed into Fang Xiaobei's chest with tremendous force.

Under the clothes, Fang Xiaobei's chest was sunken by a large block.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, staining half of his face red.

Fang Xiaobei was pushed backwards, leaving a long push mark in the courtyard.

Feeling the familiar aura in his body, the corners of Fang Xiaobei's reddened mouth curled up an arc.

A hole was cut in the dark sky overhead, and a sword of light pierced through it.

A figure stood tall and mighty in the light.