Chapter 212 Name

Everyone followed Fang Xiu's gaze and was shocked.

"The grave soil is turning black! What's going on?"

"Retreat!" Bai Qi suddenly shouted, but it was too late. The grave soil that had completely turned black actually rose automatically and continued to rise towards everyone's feet, as if it was going to bury everyone.

Yang Ming, who was the slowest to react, was the first to have his feet wrapped by the grave soil.

"Fuck, I can't pull my feet out!" Yang Ming tried his best, his face turned red, but he still couldn't pull his feet out of the grave soil.

He had to take out his short knife and chop the grave soil, but the clang clang clang sound kept coming, as if chopping on steel.

The blackened grave soil became harder.

Bai Qi reacted quickly and dodged the grave soil under his feet, but he couldn't fly after all, and he had to land, and the blackened range of the grave soil had covered the entire field of vision.

When he landed, he ended up with the same fate as Yang Ming.

The same thing happened to Fang Xiu, because he couldn't fly. Once he landed, it was like falling into a swamp, and he was wrapped by the high-raised grave soil.

Moreover, the grave soil didn't just cover his feet, it was constantly increasing and spreading, and in a blink of an eye, his calves were covered.

It is conceivable that after a period of time, everyone will be buried alive and turned into a grave in the cemetery.

Only Heijiji was not buried by the grave soil.

"I can fly, I can fly, I can fly!"

Heijiji kept deceiving herself, and then she really could fly, the whole person was one meter off the ground, avoiding the fate of being buried.

Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, her face suddenly changed.

A strong suction force suddenly emerged from the raised black grave soil, as if several times the gravity was added to her body, directly pulling Heijiji down from the air.

"Ah!" She exclaimed, and her feet in white canvas shoes were directly swallowed by the grave soil.

At this point, they were all swallowed up, and the grave soil continued to rise, like the sea level, burying everyone alive.

Fang Xiu looked at the grave soil that had buried him to his calves, and he suddenly burst out the power of the original mask, and a terrifying black fire burned on his body.

Boom!

Under the powerful force, the grave soil was immediately shaken and exploded directly.

But the next second, endless grave soil came again and submerged Fang Xiu's calves again.

Fang Xiu frowned slightly and glanced at the grave soil that had turned black all around, and there was almost no end in sight.

Even if he exploded like that just now, he couldn't explode a few times, after all, he was only a second-level spirit master now.

He roughly estimated that he would explode to break free, then quickly escape, be buried again, and explode again, and so on and so forth, and his spirituality could not support him to escape from the cemetery.

Is this the end?

He felt that the power of the grave soil was similar to the domain of a fourth-level spirit master. It seemed that the entire graveyard was the domain of the corpse fisherman. If the other party was a weird creature instead of a corpse, it should be called a weird domain.

This kind of domain, whether in terms of range or power, was much stronger than the Ace of Spades.

"Brother Xiu, what should we do now?" In a critical moment, Yang Ming habitually asked Fang Xiu for his opinion.

However, Fang Xiu just shook his head. He had not died before, so how could he know what to do?

He even felt that he might not be able to pass this fourth stage with his current strength.

Because there was no shortcut to this level, there was only pure strength crushing. Facing endless grave soil, it was difficult to take shortcuts unless you had a power that was superior to it.

At this time, Bai Qi looked fierce and suddenly raised the short knife in his hand.

Yang Ming was shocked when he saw this: "Xiaobai, what are you going to do!"

Bai Qi gritted his teeth: "I can't just sit there and wait to die."

As soon as the voice fell, swish!

The knife flashed.

Bai Qi groaned, and then fell heavily to the ground.

His legs were covered with blood.

He had cut off his legs.

But it was useless, and he died faster.

As Bai Qi landed, he was about to use his hands to support himself to stand up, but the next second, the black grave soil directly buried his hands, and even slowly spread all over his body.

Because he was lying down, the speed of burying was particularly fast.

Bai Qi was shocked and struggled desperately, but it was useless and he was buried alive.

"Xiaobai!!" Yang Ming's eyes were about to burst, but he was restricted by the grave soil and couldn't go over to help.

Soon, he was also buried alive by the grave soil.

At this point, only Fang Xiu and Hei Jiji were left.

Fang Xiu relied on the power of the original mask to constantly fight against the grave soil, so the speed of the grave soil burying was the slowest among the crowd.

Hei Jiji relied on the power of deception to slow down the speed of the grave soil burying, but the power of the grave soil was obviously too strong, and she, who was at the third level, could not stop it at all.

All she could do was delay death.

And her strength was obviously weaker than Fang Xiu's. She was half buried in the soil, while Fang Xiu was only up to his knees.

At this time, a strange scene appeared. A tombstone appeared out of thin air where Bai Qi and Yang Ming were buried.

It was written on it: Tomb of Bai Qi and Tomb of Yang Ming.

The two tombstones and the small mound formed by burying them alive just formed a tomb.

Fang Xiu's expression moved slightly.

Automatically generate tombstones? From this, it seems that Zhou Qingfeng really buried himself.

It was all automatic once he lay down in the cemetery.

Compared with Fang Xiu's calmness, Hei Jiji, who was facing death, was very flustered.

"Brother Xiu, you are so calm, do you have any solution?"

"No." Fang Xiu said calmly.

If she wasn't dying now, Heijiji really wanted to complain. If you have no choice, don't always look like you have won. Now you are dying, why are you so calm?

"But why aren't you afraid at all? Aren't you afraid of death?"

"I'm used to it."

A calm and light sentence made Heijiji stunned.

At this time, the soil of the grave had reached her chest, and she could clearly feel that her breathing was not smooth.

The threat of death was getting closer and closer, but Heijiji was no longer as panicked as before, as if she had accepted her fate.

When fate cannot be changed, all people can do is accept it calmly.

She looked at the graves of Yang Ming and Bai Qi, and couldn't help but say to Fang Xiu: "It seems that I should die first. When I die, can you see what the name written on my grave is?"

This made Fang Xiu a little surprised. Is there anyone who doesn't know his own name?