Chapter 380: Infernal Hell

Lu Ziming was scared. He was just standing in the hell, and he felt the extreme negative emotions and strange gods' whispers constantly attacking him. The terrifying black fire was burning his spirituality all the time. The whole hell was filled with the sense of swallowing everywhere, constantly eroding his spirituality.

The skin and internal organs all over his body were faintly sending waves of real pain.

Before the battle began, his body was already full of negative BUFFs.

What scared him the most was that he was a fifth-level! With the light of the soul protecting his body, he could still suffer so many negative states. If a fourth-level person came here, he would probably be declared dead just by standing in it.

"You are the first person to see my domain. As a reward, I will let you experience all the punishments in the hell." Fang Xiu grinned.

He was very satisfied with his domain, not only because the hell could torture the enemy and bring him pleasure, but also because the hell was really strong.

The power of the hell is a comprehensive manifestation of everything he has. Here, black flames are burning all the time, and there are never-ending strange gods whispering in his ears, as well as the impact of negative emotions hidden deep in his heart, and the ubiquitous devouring power of gluttony, etc.......

That is, Lu Ziming is a fifth-level spirit master, with the protection of the light of the soul. If it were an ordinary fourth-level, he would not even be qualified to stand in the hell.

Lu Ziming suppressed the fear in his heart. He knew that he had no way out. At this point, he had to fight to the death.

"Fang Xiu! No matter how strong your domain is, it can't stop me from taking your heart!"

Boom!

He soared into the sky, holding the long sword in his hand high, and visible sword airflows gathered from all directions, forming a huge sword storm with the long sword as the center.

However, before he could cut it out, the endless black fire in the hell rose up and rushed towards him like a raging sea of ​​fire.

The void on all sides of him suddenly split open, and black holes appeared one after another, like the mouth of a glutton, with an incomparable terrifying devouring force bursting out, tearing the light of his soul frantically.

The strange god's whispers became more and more dense, like a sound wave attack, impacting Lu Ziming's mind wave after wave.

Lu Ziming's eyes instantly turned red, and he was upset, and even the speed of slashing slowed down a bit.

But the fifth level is the fifth level after all.

"Wind Sword Force!"

With his roar, the terrifying sword blade storm slashed out, tearing the black fire and black holes in front of him with a crushing force.

The power of this sword gave him confidence. He found that although Fang Xiu's domain was strange, it was only the fourth level after all. Maybe he could be invincible in the same level, but it was still a little short of the fifth level.

Just when he was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, the silver hanging rope woven from billions of silver long hairs coiled towards him like a venomous snake.

Lu Ziming's face showed a sinister look, and he raised the long sword in his hand from bottom to top, as if he had raised a long river of sword energy. The sharp sword energy rose from the sky like a fountain, instantly tearing the silver hanging rope into pieces.

"Fang Xiu, use whatever means you have!" Lu Ziming snorted coldly, breaking Fang Xiu's two moves in succession, which greatly boosted his confidence and regained the confidence of a fifth-level strongman.

"Hehehe... Don't rush to die, let me experiment slowly." Fang Xiu's grim laugh sounded, not caring at all that his moves were broken.

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He didn't take it seriously from beginning to end, but was experimenting with the ability of the hell one by one.

Lu Ziming's face suddenly turned cold, using my experimental ability? I want you to die!

"Fire sword force!"

He burst out tens of thousands of sword lights regardless of consumption, and those sword lights were like thousands of fire streams tumbling and interlacing in the void, dazzling and dazzling, with the momentum of burning the eight wastelands.

In the past, Lu Ziming would not dare to waste his spiritual energy like this. After all, consuming too much spiritual energy in the burial ground means that he cannot make money and will commit suicide slowly.

But this moment is different. This is the last battle. As long as he defeats Fang Xiu and takes his heart, he can leave the burial ground.

"Interesting." Fang Xiu laughed grimly and waved his palm gently. The river water in the hell of hell, which was like the river of forgetfulness, began to surge, and in an instant, it set off a storm and swept towards Lu Ziming fiercely.

If you look closely, you will find that there are densely packed corpses floating in the lake.

It is the projection of the corpse lake!

The hell of hell integrates all of Fang Xiu's abilities, integrates all of them, and then bursts out unimaginable power, so the embodiment of pain is naturally included.

The power of the corpse lake at this time is far greater than before. Under the blessing of the hell of hell, it has already faintly had the style of a real corpse lake.

The fire sword was suppressed instantly, and it seemed that it would be extinguished on the spot. Lu Ziming said nothing, and slashed with his long sword, and the fire rushed to the sky again.

Boom!

The strong sound of the sword and the piercing roar of the corpses in the corpse lake sounded together, and finally both of them were annihilated.

But Lu Ziming's figure disappeared instantly. He didn't plan to drag it on any longer, and he wanted to get the heart as soon as possible to avoid more trouble.

Against the backdrop of the sword light, his figure rushed to Fang Xiu as if teleporting, holding the sword in his right hand to slash at Fang Xiu's neck, and his left hand made a claw to get the heart directly.

However, facing this fierce attack, Fang Xiu did not dodge at all, and let the other party attack.

The next moment, a shocking scene appeared. When Lu Ziming touched Fang Xiu, bang!

With a light sound, Fang Xiu's figure was like a bubble phantom, shattered inch by inch, and disappeared between heaven and earth.

Lu Ziming's face instantly became extremely ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Illusion!"

"Yes, the moment you saw the blood moon, you were already under my illusion." A hundred meters away, Fang Xiu's figure appeared out of thin air. This was the ability of the blood pupil and nightmare combined.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Ziming turned into a sword light again, and the hundred-meter distance passed in a flash, instantly piercing Fang Xiu's body.

Bang!

Fang Xiu's figure broke again and slowly dissipated.

"Useless struggle." Thousands of voices sounded at the same time, and thousands of identical Fang Xius walked out of the depths of the hell at the same time, whether it was the body shape, demeanor, or even the breath of the movements, they were exactly the same.

"Damn it!" Lu Ziming's eyes were about to burst. If this continued, he would not even be able to find the opponent's true body, and he would sooner or later die of exhaustion of spirituality.

He was like an angry beast, releasing his ultimate move regardless of anything: "Since I can't tell which one is the real body, then I will kill them all!

Thunder Sword Force!!"

(Later)