Chapter 642 Kill her
“Hehe.”
“Oh, it’s such a good day, why don’t we take a gamble?”
“It’s too dirty. It’s so dirty.”
“Let’s play a still game~”
The ghost stories are like wild horses running wild, no matter whether they are gentle on the surface or malicious words on the surface, they reveal their original weirdness and madness, looking at the nearby disciples of Qingdeng Dao with eager eyes.
Under the rules of [winner and loser], they have lost the opportunity to surrender. Once the opponent is selected, the only outcome is life or death.
The power of Kaitan's rules is almost unsolvable at the same level. Qingdeng Dao is a Taoist sect that specializes in magic. Facing Kaitan who is at the same level as himself but is unreasonable, all he can do is to die. Struggling and resisting with spells.
This kind of resistance is equivalent to watching your own slow death soberly and feeling your own powerlessness. The spiritual energy in the spiritual sea is constantly being consumed until there is nothing left. Begging for mercy will not make the heartless monsters soften their hearts. All they got in exchange was their more wild and malicious laughter.
The above are not the most painful deaths. Some are unlucky enough to fall into the hands of a ghost story like [Chu Qianqian] who has a bad taste and likes to torment people. They are aroused by it and cannot deviate from the rules of the gambling market. Above——
"Oh, what a pity, we almost won." The charming female-looking Gui Tan said hypocritically and without sympathy. The corners of her mouth that puffed out smoke curled up in a weird arc, and her eyes narrowed in excitement, staring straight at the person who fell into her. Brother in the rules trap The disciple said, "Let me take a look. The bet you made was for one eye. Now that it is doubled, you have to hand over both eyes together."
The disciple stuffed his hand into his eye socket, and the severe pain caused him to His mind cleared up, but he was unable to stop it.
"Ahhhhhh!" He screamed and shed tears.
The two eyeballs were thrown to the ground, and the disciple covered his face and struggled.
The monster's alluring voice was still penetrating into his mind.
"Don't worry, you still have ears, mouth, neck, limbs, internal organs? After all, you still have a lot of wealth, you can win your eyes back."
"Even if you don't have any anymore. , you can also use others as collateral , you see, there are so many fellow students around you, and the people you usually hate and hate are also here."
"Come and play~come and win back~"
Disciple slow. He lowered his hand slowly, his eyes were empty and his expression was distorted.
He murmured, "Yes...yes, I still have a lot, I want to win it back, hehehehe, I don't have any more, others still have them. Come, come and bet."
The more he talked, the more crazy he became.
The charming ghost in palace clothes showed a vicious and triumphant smile.
A hundred meters away on the right, there is another ghost that is in harmony with it, but its style of painting is extremely terrifying and twisted.
——The flesh and blood of the human body split, and new flesh and blood grew from it. The person who served as nutrients was not dead yet, and the wailing sound was horrifying.
Even if the well-informed night travelers accidentally glance over there, their hair will stand on end. It's not that I'm afraid, it's just physical discomfort.
"I don't want to eat in the cafeteria for a while." Wu Zhien quickly looked away and complained in a low voice.
“It’s too fierce, it’s too fierce, wuwuwuwu.” Cao Ji had tears in his eyes.
Qiao Huai was speechless as he watched him rushing into the enemy line in a panic, like a meat grinder along the way.
Although the formation was not disrupted, the crying was really annoying at the scene. He couldn't bear it and roared: "Why are you crying! These are enemies. If they don't die, we will die!"
< br>Cao Ji took the time to look back at him, only to see a bunch of horrific scenes again. He was so scared that he closed his eyes and waved his hands and feet wildly, "Ahhhhh, I can't help it. I'm not pitying them, but they are really vicious." Ahhh!”
"..." Qiao Huai looked at the scenes of blood and flesh everywhere he went and felt ashamed! "If you keep yelling, I will advise His Highness when you get back this time and put you in another team!"
Cao Ji heard this and his eyes widened, "No!"
< br>Qiao Huai snorted coldly when he saw that he had restrained himself.
In fact, what he just said was deliberately to scare Cao Ji. Their team has known each other for such a long time, how could they just exclude someone casually. The battle below is fierce, and under the direct charge constrained by the rules of "Win the King, Lose the Bandit", the advantages and disadvantages are clear at a glance.
The Night Travelers are all multi-faceted, with majors and minors. They can fight alone, and they also work well together in small and large groups. Such a fight with Qingdeng Dao disciples who only practice Dharma is a completely one-sided situation.
I fought with the night wanderers and was tortured, not to mention encountering strange stories.
The senior officials of Qingdeng Dao were shocked and angry when they saw this scene. The quality gap between the disciples on both sides was like a slap in the face.
A high-level spiritual master in purple cast a spell to kill the unsightly night wanderers below.
The spell was engulfed in a layer of translucent foam.
If the spiritual master felt something, he looked at Mi Feixue.
The person who took over her spell was Mi Feixue.
As soon as the two sides come into contact, they are locked by the rules of success and failure, and they must fight to the death.
As soon as the purple-clothed high-level spiritual master came into contact with Mi Feixue's strange eyes filled with gray smoke, he thought of the dead Supreme Elder who was still hanging on the wall, and his heart beat uncontrollably. A fear that irritated her.
Even the Supreme Elder is no match for Mi Feixue, so how can she fight against him! ?
However, under the power of the rules, the purple-clothed spiritual master found that once she had thoughts or actions of escaping, the sound of chains would automatically appear in her mind, and the rusty battlefield aura would turn into a sharp weapon to strangle her neck, sacrificing her to this A sacrifice from a battle.
"I'll deal with her! You go and kill those night wanderers!!"
The Purple-clothed Spiritual Master knew that he couldn't escape, so he said harshly to the other high-ranking people of Qingdeng Dao: "No one can escape. Stay and kill them all!”
The other high-level officials took action at the same time.
The purple-clothed spiritual master stared intently at Mi Feixue.
When she saw the strange thing that had just stopped her reappear, she laughed loudly, "Hahahahahaha!"
Her laughter alarmed everyone below, and also alarmed the high-level disciples who had just taken action.
After a moment's thought, they understood what the purple-clothed spiritual master was laughing at - being plotted!
She had just called them to take action, and it seemed that she was going to fight Mi Feixue to the death, and Yongmengxiang would have to pay the price even if she died, dragging a group of night wanderers to be buried with her.
In fact, it was a bet on whether Mi Feixue would take action for the life of the Night Traveler, so as to draw high-ranking people like them into the rules and achieve the purpose of dealing with Mi Feixue with her.
She would definitely die against Mi Feixue alone, but not all of them.
The high-level spiritual masters who wanted to understand this all resented the purple-clothed spiritual master.
They would do this even if they were in the same situation as the Purple Spirit Master.
Even if Qing Deng Dao and Yong Meng Xiang are fighting to the death.
"Let's do it together! No matter how strong she is, she is only one person. She cannot deal with all of us. Only by killing her can we survive!" The purple-clothed spiritual master did not consider the shame of his fellow sect at all, but was satisfied that this was the right thing to do. , "Now that we are all within the rules, no one can stay."
Everyone looked ugly, but did not refute.
The purple-clothed spiritual master is right.
Under the rules, they can work together to kill Mi Feixue first!
Avoid accidentally giving Mi Feixue the chance to defeat them one by one.
The purple-clothed spiritual master has never moved his gaze away from Mi Feixue. He saw that her face was expressionless from beginning to end, and her eyes were obscured by gray smoke. She could not see the specific expression inside. She clearly had no expression. The slightest hint of panic.
This kind of calmness makes the purple-clothed spiritual master uneasy, constantly agitating her nerves, turning into endless killing intent——
“Kill her!!!”