"Hmph, it seems that I still underestimated you a little, but even the integration of human and mechanical devices is so clear. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info" The corpse slave snorted coldly.

At this point, if he still couldn't figure this out, he would be in vain as an immortal dao master who could cross multiple mountain domains.

"It's just that you're happy, aren't you...... Too early?" The corpse slave's eyes were cold, his words were cold, and he murmured: "Ten thousand-corpse-law-clothes!"

One word at a time, these four words are spoken.

Fang Yang suddenly felt bad.

"Boom!" the Illusory Realm was frantically turbulent.

Wrong!

To be precise, it should be...... Shrink!

That's right, it's contraction!

This phantom boundary, in a frenzied contraction, less than a tenth of a finger, from a radius of twenty zhang, suddenly shrunk into a ...... less than half an inch thick

Gray and black robes!

"Buzzing ......" in a flash, the gray and black robe was covered on the corpse slave's body, and under the rippling light, even the face evolved into a mask.

All of this is extremely condensed, as if it were a physical object, not a magic spell.

"Boom!" Many attacks all hit the gray and black robes.

The gray-black robe rippled violently, and the light flowed.

In the midst of this circulation, it seems to be about to collapse.

However, it was always a little worse.

Until the power of many attacks was exhausted, the gray and black robe was not destroyed.

"Ten Thousand Corpses Vestment! This is the Ten Thousand Corpses Vestment?" Fang Yang was shocked.

The civilization of the cultivation world is prosperous.

There are many treasures related to the use of monks. One of them is the vestments. This magic robe, like the role of the spirit armor, is defense.

The difference is that the spirit armor is the standard of armor, whether it is a strong and tough outer armor or a soft inner armor, it is not suitable for showing the public as clothing.

But the vestments are not.

This robe, which is the standard of ordinary robes, is strange. It seems that in addition to the flashing light and good material, when worn on the body, it is not much different from ordinary robes, but it is more noble.

Only when encountering an attack, will it instinctively set off the power of defense to defend it.

And because of this, the magic clothes are generally more expensive than the spirit armor.

The magic robe is a treasure that only some immortal nobles can afford.

Of course, regardless of whether it is a magic robe or a spirit armor, there are also some branches that have joined the magic of attack.

As...... Sword Rune Spirit Armor!

It's just that there aren't many outstanding people.

It was the sword rune spirit armor, and after Fang Yang dabbled in connections, he was also a little disdainful.

And the great technique carried out by this corpse slave is called the Ten Thousand Corpse Magic Clothes. This vestment has no offensive power, but its defensive ability is outrageous.

It was Fang Yang, who thought that he was at the peak of his heyday, and it was absolutely impossible for him to withstand so many violent attacks for life. In the end, it must be smashed into slag, and there are no bones left!

But this corpse slave ......

With the magic robe of ten thousand corpses, he withstood this wave of fierce and unbridled attacks!

This point really shocked Fang Yang.

"Buzz...... Ten thousand corpse robes fluctuated, the aura flickered, and the corpse slave sneered: "Unexpectedly, you are just a little demon warrior, and you actually forced the deity to this step of the field, hum......"

There is anger in this sneer, but ......

More than that, it is undisguised, or difficult to disguise......

Weak!

Fang Yang's heart moved.

He had guessed that this corpse slave was indeed running out of oil.

"Zheng!" As soon as his mind moved, the fierce ghost spirit harnessed the black blood murder knife and slashed out fiercely again.

This slash, the corpse slave did not dodge.

"Buzz...... "Ten Thousand Corpse Magic Clothes" Here, the aura fluctuated and gradually dissipated, leaving only a thin layer of light curtain, which was still shrouded in the corpse slave's body.

But he could no longer hide the corpse slave, and his face was vaguely revealed.

But seeing the corpse slave at this moment, his expression was cold, he was staring at Fang Yang, ignoring the black blood murderous knife that had been slashed, and with a cruel laugh, he flipped it over casually, and actually took out an object.

This thing, Fang Yang looked at it, and suddenly felt incredible.

Because, this thing is actually a blood-red ......

Egg!

The egg, the size of a baby's fist, was inconspicuous.

However, Fang Yang here, even through the power of isolation of the Ten Thousand Corpse Magic Clothes, he seemed to feel a trace of extraordinary.

This bloody egg has a very mysterious breath.