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Fan Zhuo followed twenty-seven soldiers to the tomb of Wan Zi again.

When Fan Zhuo approached the tomb of Ten Thousand Corpse, he suddenly heard a scream. This scream was definitely not from the Maozi. Fan Zhuo could be sure that the killing there had begun.

He quickly accelerated his pace, and when he reached his sight, Fan Zhuo also clearly saw the cruel scene.

The power of the Maozi was beyond Fan Zhuo's perception. The soldiers used swords and guns to fall on the Maozi, but there was a jingling sound, which could not hurt the Maozi at all.

The horror of the hairy corpse is not only inseparable from swords and guns. In front of it, these strong soldiers were easily torn to pieces by the hairy corpse one by one.

Occasionally, some minced meat would be thrown into the mouth and chewed by the corpse. The scene was extremely bloody and terrible.

Fan Zhuo was also unbearable for such a bloody scene, but he could not change all this. The only thing he could do at the moment was to open the lid of the magical small pot and hope that crystals could condense even when they were so far away from the battlefield.

The moment Fan Zhuo opened the lid of the pot, a few light suddenly appeared in the pot, and then crystal objects of the previous size appeared in front of him, with as many as twelve!

Obviously, there were twelve soldiers killed by the corpse, but Fan Zhuo was completely unwilling to care about this number. The only thing that made him excited was that a distance could make crystals condense in the small pot. It seemed that he had really picked up a treasure!

What surprised Fan Zhuo was that among the twenty-seven soldiers, there was actually a master. He was over thirty years old, with a shiny forehead and no eyebrows, giving people the impression of being fierce.

The master of this soldier is a mid-stage warrior in the life obstacle cultivation. He moved in front of the Mao corpse, dodging the Mao corpse's attacks back and forth, and ready to go. He can knock down the Mao corpse for several steps every time he takes action. Moreover, from the Mao corpse's increasingly staggering pace, it can be seen that it was also seriously injured at this time.

After nearly an hour of fighting, only the master of the twenty-seven soldiers survived, and was still fighting with Mao Zi. However, as an ordinary cultivator, he could never get rid of the shackles of physical strength. In this regard, Mao Zi, who exists as a "corpse", does not have to care about these things at all.

When the strengths of each other are not much different, the longer the battle is, the more beneficial it will be to the corpse.

Fan Zhuo could foresee the outcome of this master who fought with Mao Zi. Although it could be seen that the other party wanted to escape, he was unable to escape due to being entangled by Mao Zi, and his physical weakness also made him retreat step by step.

As one goes up and down, there is only one ending for a warrior waiting for this life barrier cultivation, that is death!

All the other soldiers died, causing twenty-six crystals to appear in Fan Zhuo's small pot. Fan Zhuo was the last powerful martial artist who died, and then left after one more crystal.

"roar--"

With a deafening roar, the hairs on the corpse, like steel needles, stood up, and instantly burst out with a terrifying speed, hitting the warrior among the soldiers.

It is conceivable what the consequences would be if the spikes raised all over the body hit a person. At the same time, a red crystal condensed from Fan Zhuo's small pot.

The first twenty-six crystals were as crystal clear as jade. Only after this master died, the crystals condensed from it were still a little bloody, which made Fan Zhuo wonder.

However, in the speculation, Fan Zhuo thought that this man was different from the previous group of soldiers, and was obviously more powerful than a few points in terms of strength, so the point of condensed different crystals can also be explained.

Since all twenty-seven soldiers died, Fan Zhuo had no need to wait any longer. He was about to leave, but something happened that almost scared him.

The hairy corpse actually stared at Fan Zhuo's direction, and rushed towards him at an indescribable speed, which immediately made Fan Zhuo despair.

The desperate Fan Zhuo could no longer think of resisting. It was not that he didn't want to survive, but that he could not compete at all!

Fan Zhuo closed his eyes and waited for himself to be pierced into a hornet's nest by the spike of the hair corpse. But after a while, the imagined pain had not been heard for a long time. After opening his eyes, Fan Zhuo strangely discovered that the hair corpse was kneeling in front of him, with a pair of giant claws resting on his chest, like a dog waving his tail and begging for mercy.

Mao Zi's eyes were fixed on the small pot held in Fan Zhuo's hand. After a brief loss of consciousness, Fan Zhuo immediately understood that it seemed that this guy was actually greedy for the crystals in the small pot!

Fan Zhuo tried to use his fingernail to throw out a crystal, but was caught by the fur corpse. The crystals the size of sesame were chewed happily by the fur corpse, and the hair was covered with hair. The face that only exposed its mouth and eyes were full of satisfaction.

Fan Zhuo seemed to see hope of survival. He looked at the fur corpse with an unsatisfactory look on his face and threw it out again, but was caught by the fur corpse.

Fan Zhuo's eyes were bright and he said in surprise:

"Give you this crystal, won't you hurt me?"

But Mao Zi could not understand what he was saying, and he shook his tail and begged for mercy. Fan Zhuo kept throwing crystals into Mao Zi's mouth.

After giving Mao Zi a corpse twenty crystals in the small pot, Fan Zhuo felt that this would not be a problem. Once all the crystals in the small pot were used up, who can ensure that the Mao Zi would not hurt him?

Taking this into consideration, Fan Zhuo began to slowly retreat, and what gave him a headache was that the Mao Zi actually followed him step by step with his pace.

Fan Zhuo smiled bitterly and his throat stimulated. To be honest, he also wanted to eat a few of these crisp crystals, but for the sake of his life, he still barely suppressed this greed.

"You can eat it with all your energy. As long as you don't eat me, I'll give you all this!"

Fan Zhuo knew that the Mao corpse could not understand, but he kept muttering, and was eager to survive. After all, facing such a hideous and terrifying guy, no one could calmly face him.

...

Fan Zhuo found a detail. The gray hair on the corpse's body became much shimmering, and his spirit also wiped out the previous sluggishness. Fan Zhuo could assert that these are all the effects of crystals!

When the last blood-colored crystal was slapped out by Fan Zhuo, his face was filled with a bitter smile. I wonder if the next one to eat after this one was used up.

After hesitating for a while, Fan Zhuo finally couldn't control his greed and threw the last blood-colored crystal into his mouth...

In his words, you can't owe your stomach before you die!

He had thought about escaping, but could he escape the speed of Mao Zi? He also thought about communicating with the Mao Zi in front of him, but Mao Zi couldn't understand his words at all, just like playing the piano to a cow.

Fan Zhuo hung the small pot again on his waist, spread his hands and said:

"It's gone, nothing! I'll eat this one, I'll give you everything else. If you have a little conscience, don't eat me, give me some fun!"

As soon as Fan Zhuo's words fell, a sudden indescribable heat spread throughout his body, as if all the blood in his body turned into red iron, which was heart-wrenching and painful to the bone.

The blood seemed to be violent and flowing wildly in his body. If Fan Zhuo hadn't been weak and unable to move at this time, perhaps he had to tear open his body and release all the blood in his body!

Fan Zhuo's head was bloodshot and red. He knew his current condition well. He also heard from the village doctor that this feeling was a sign of a bloody collapse.

Just before Fan Zhuo lost consciousness, he saw the Mao corpse approaching him, opened his bloody mouth, exposed his sharp fangs, and bit him hard.

"Are you going to die?"

Fan Zhuo's consciousness gradually blurred, and a series of strange scenes passed through his mind, as if he had once flown into the clouds and fog, traveling all over the Jiuzhou, enjoying countless beautiful scenery; after a while, he fought fiercely with others, and finally stepped on corpses under his feet;

In the end, Fan Zhuo seemed to dream, dreaming that he was alone and fleeing wildly. He didn't know what was chasing behind him, but he only knew how to escape and ran away desperately!

After the last trace of consciousness was lost, Fan Zhuo's mind returned to calm.
Chapter completed!