Chapter 344 Swallowing the Heaven and Earth

Having the ability to overturn the table is not the most terrifying thing, the most terrifying thing is that you have the determination to overturn the table at any time!

These people in the burial ground have been around for so many years, and those who survived are all shrewd people, so naturally they think they can see through Fang Xiu's mind.

It's nothing more than wanting to compete for the right to speak and negotiate better conditions.

It must be because they see that they are asking for more money, so they are being ruthless and threatening people, forcing them to compromise. At that time, not only will they not have to pay money, but they may even dare to ask for money in reverse.

They don't believe that Fang Xiu really dares to fight to the death with both sides hurt.

After all, according to normal logic, from beginning to end, Fang Xiu is the winner, and two people died on the side of the burial ground, so there is no unsolvable hatred.

Since there is no such great hatred, who would want to hurt both sides for no reason?

Besides, who doesn't want to leave after coming to the burial ground?

If you want to leave, you naturally have to keep more people to make money together.

The ideas of Lu Ziming and others are very close to reality and very logical. It should be so in terms of emotion and reason. This is the thinking of a normal person.

It’s just a pity that what they don’t know is that reality is often more magical and illogical.

Fang Xiu has never tried. Anyway, if both sides are really defeated, he can also be reborn in endless weirdness.

This is the confidence given by the burial ground.

Suddenly, Lu Ziming and others took action.

Boom!

Several powerful spiritual fluctuations spread throughout the venue, and the air was turbulent and exploded.

Lu Ziming stepped on the ground, his figure swept into the air, and he swung his sword with both hands and slashed it in the air.

Swish!

The air was torn like paper, and the bright light of the soul turned into sword energy, soaring into the sky. The strength of the sword energy was like a volcanic eruption.

At the same time, the round middle-aged man also moved.

He turned his right hand, and a paintbrush appeared in his hand. He sketched in the air, and with just a few strokes, he suddenly sketched out a towering mountain, emitting a magnificent power, suppressing Taotie.

The others also used their own methods, and the nine people attacked almost at the same time, trying to annihilate Taotie.

The terrifying attack was almost destructive, and the powerful might would make even an S-level weirdness die on the spot.

But Fang Xiu was disdainful, and a cold voice sounded: "Swallow the sky and the earth!"

With his order, some terrifying changes occurred on Taotie's ten thousand feet body, and the rotten flesh on his body began to twist and form a vortex.

In an instant, a terrifying and hideous vortex of flesh and blood formed on the surface of his body, and an irresistible devouring force like a black hole gushed out from the vortex of flesh and blood.

Lu Ziming's sword energy, the mountain of the middle-aged chubby man, and even all the attacks of the crowd seemed to be pulled, more like a black hole swallowing a planet, all swallowed up by the vortex of flesh and blood.

The scene was instantly quiet!

Everyone's mind was shocked, and their eyes were filled with horror.

"How is this possible!?"

"It actually swallowed all of our attacks? He can even swallow the light of the soul?!"

The combination of the five Taotie phantoms swallowed nearly four million weirdnesses. With the blessing of these powers, the Taotie at the scene was closer to the real body.

Of course, it was still a long way from the real Taotie.

However, even so, the Taotie phantom at this time could also show a trace of the magic of the real body.

Just as everyone was shocked, the body of Taotie changed again, and the rotten flesh all over his body began to swell, as if countless large blisters had appeared.

Lu Ziming was immediately delighted: "I told you, how could there be something in this world that can swallow all our attacks? He can't hold on any longer!"

Everyone was also delighted, as if they had seen the moment when Taotie was about to explode.

And the development of things was more and more in line with everyone's wishes.

The rotten flesh on Taotie's body began to burst one after another, and a large amount of rotten flesh poured down like rain, as if he was about to disintegrate.

But Fang Xiu's expression did not change at all.

"Sure enough, the phantoms of the five Taotie still find it difficult to digest so many attacks. In this case, I will give them back to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying scene appeared.

Bang!!!

The vortex of flesh and blood in front of Taotie suddenly reversed, and a brilliant sword energy gushed out first, followed by the towering mountains painted by the brush, and then everyone's attacks, all of which were poured out one by one.

Everyone's faces suddenly changed. The moves they had just used were all unreservedly launched at them at this moment.

"Get out of the way!"

"Don't block the way!"

"What the hell is this monster!?"

"Ah!!"

The sound of running away and screaming was endless.

Some of the weaker fourth-level masters were injured on the spot, while others were dodging and resisting.

Why were they injured by their own moves?

In fact, it's very simple. The force you can punch does not mean that your body can withstand the force.

Suppose you can burst a sandbag with one punch, but can you definitely withstand a punch that bursts the sandbag?

This is a truth.

After this blow, the fourth-level spirit master lost some of his will to fight, and the three fifth-level masters looked solemn.

Lu Ziming looked at the two people who were both at the fifth level and said solemnly: "Tong Yang, Wen Jinglong, if you two don't show some real skills, I'm afraid this burial ground will belong to the Fang family in the future."

He was seriously injured and had not recovered yet, so he was naturally unwilling to use his full strength.

The man called Tong Yang was the middle-aged man with a round figure who used the paintbrush before.

Wen Jinglong was the first man with a pointed face and monkey cheeks to appear.

They are the only fifth-level creatures in the burial ground besides Lu Ziming.

Tong Yang sighed slightly: "I really don't want to waste my spiritual power."

Wen Jinglong stared at Taotie with a gloomy look and analyzed: "Although this weirdo is very strong, it obviously has a limit. The attacks of everyone just now almost made it unable to hold on. As long as you and I have more spiritual power and launch stronger attacks, it will definitely explode!"

Tong Yang nodded: "Then I have to waste some spiritual power to teach the newcomer a lesson. After all, if he is not shocked this time, there is no telling what kind of trouble will happen in the future."

Then, the two of them called their men and attacked again.

Tong Yang raised the brush in his hand and painted frantically in the void. This time he no longer drew a few strokes, but drew countless complex lines. Under the effect of spiritual power, those lines showed a strange blood color.

The blood-colored lines eventually condensed into the shape of a blood-colored dragon.

"Paint the dragon's eyes!"

With a loud shout, the brush in his hand thrust out like a sharp spear, stabbing hard into the dragon's eye.

The next moment, the blood-colored dragon seemed to be awakened from ancient times, and the high dragon roar resounded through the world.

Aoang!

(To be released later)