Chapter 382 In the Burial Ground, My Spirituality Is Endless!

"Weak?"

Panic surged through Lu Ziming's body like a tide. At this moment, he was like a mortal facing a god. He couldn't understand why Fang Xiu thought his domain was weak.

This was not the domain of a spirit master at all. This was the domain of a god!

"Hehehe...what a wonderful despair!" Fang Xiu took a deep breath. The despair of a fifth-level strong man made him feel intoxicated.

"But it's still a little bit short of seasoning. It would be better if I could add some more pain."

Lu Ziming's heart had sunk to the bottom of the valley. Despair and fear enveloped him, but he still didn't give up. He held the sword tightly in his hand. Now, all he could rely on was the sword!

He knew who Fang Xiu was. Begging for mercy was useless. He would only die more miserably, especially when the opportunity to leave was right in front of him. Even if he died, he would die before dawn!

"Fang Xiu! Even if your domain is against the sky, I don't believe that you can use such a powerful ability without any restrictions! I can grab the heart once, so I can grab it a second time."

"Oh?" Fang Xiu was slightly surprised that Lu Ziming did not kneel down to beg for mercy, but think about it, no matter how Lu Ziming's character is, a person who can become the captain in the world and become the top spirit master, a person who has survived in the burial ground for many years and broke through the fifth level to become the strongest, you can say he is bad, but you can never say he is bad.

He can sell his dignity and kneel down to beg for mercy in order to survive, and he can also risk his life to give it a try when the opportunity arises.

His fifth level is very valuable, far from Fang Moli, Li Xiaoru and other people who broke through the fifth level by external forces, even Joker, who broke through the fifth level first, is a little bit worse.

After all, Joker also relied on Zhou Qingfeng's research results and borrowed the power of weirdness, but Lu Ziming had nothing, purely relying on himself to achieve the fifth level in the burial ground, and his strength among the fifth level is obviously ahead.

The use of the light of the soul far exceeds that of others. For example, Fang Moli, the role of the light of the soul in his hands is nothing more than protecting the body and strengthening the attack.

But Lu Ziming played with his own light of the soul in a variety of ways. A sword can display a variety of sword moves such as wind, fire, thunder and lightning.

Perhaps, if there was no Fang Xiu, if Lu Ziming really returned to the present world, he might really be able to wash his head and become the captain of the bright and majestic captain again, and the ugliness and sins of the past would be buried under the glory.

It's just a pity that there is no if.

Clang!

The long sword hummed softly, and Lu Ziming swung the sword suddenly.

The sword energy in the sky was like the Milky Way falling from the sky, washing the world.

"Sword out... Save the Milky Way!"

Rumble——!

The brilliant sword energy that permeated the endless hell was like countless stars falling, and for a time the stars fell like rain.

The unstoppable sword energy was mighty, like the water of the Milky Way flowing back, sweeping the entire endless hell.

Lu Ziming actually wanted to destroy the endless hell in one fell swoop.

All of Fang Xiu's magical powers are based on the domain, so if you want to break the situation, you must first break the domain.

As the Xinghe sword energy fell, the Hell of Unending Suffering was immediately hit hard, black fire exploded, silver ropes broke, lake water churned, and torture instruments scattered...

Although the Hell of Unending Suffering was strong, it was still a little weaker than the indestructible light of the soul, especially since Lu Ziming was no longer the Lu Ziming of the past, and he still had the power of the forbidden heart.

Under one sword, the Hell of Unending Suffering was shattered. Lu Ziming's face was pale and he was panting. He supported his body with a sword, which was obviously very consuming, but the fighting spirit in his eyes did not weaken at all.

Fang Xiu stood in a ruin. Above the sky, the blood light cast by the blood moon reflected on his body, lengthening the lonely and arrogant figure. The blood light in his eyes became more and more blazing, shining with the blood moon in the sky.

The smile at the corner of his mouth kept twisting and enlarging, and he admired the power displayed by Lu Ziming in the posture of an absolute winner.

"Hehehe... Good power, come on, give me more surprises!

Time goes back!"

With Fang Xiu's order, the incredible scene was staged again.

The ruined Wujian Hell began to reverse time and recover rapidly. In just a moment, a complete Wujian Hell appeared in front of Lu Ziming.

"What!?" Lu Ziming's eyes were bloodshot. He didn't expect Fang Xiu's time reversal to be unreasonable.

The Wujian Hell was completely destroyed, but it could be restored. The most important thing is that this time reversal is different for different people.

I was clearly standing in the Wujian Hell. If time could really go back, then it stands to reason that my spirituality should also be restored, but it was only the Wujian Hell that went back.

This discovery made him even more shocked, which meant that Fang Xiu could control the range of time reversal at will.

Looking at the restored Wujian Hell, Fang Xiu showed a satisfied grin. He was still experimenting with his ability to see if he could control the range of time reversal.

After all, once the range cannot be controlled and the enemy also retains the memory before time rewinding, it is equivalent to both parties standing at the same starting line forever.

Now that the range can be controlled, things are much simpler.

"I don't believe it!" Lu Ziming screamed: "I don't believe that such a powerful ability can be used at will!"

No wonder Lu Ziming raised such doubts. If Fang Xiu can really go back in time at will, he will never win in this life. Once the heart is taken away, he will go back to the past, and the cycle will be endless.

But his spirituality is constantly consumed until it is exhausted.

"I really can't use time rewind at will. After all, this trick consumes a lot of spirituality." Fang Xiu said casually.

"But!" His voice suddenly paused, and a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "In the burial ground, my spirituality is endless!!

Hehehe..."

The chilling grim laugh resounded through the world.

Only then did Lu Ziming notice that the edge of the hell, connected to the burial ground outside, was constantly devouring the weirdness of the outside world.

At this moment, he completely understood that he had never been fighting with Fang Xiu, but with the entire burial ground.

It's a sure loss...

This is the first time in Lu Ziming's life that he has been so desperate. When he became the captain after a narrow escape in the real world, he was not desperate. When he entered the burial ground and lived a dark life every day, he was not desperate. But now facing Fang Xiu, he is desperate.

Is this really a monster that humans can defeat?

It can't be killed, and it can go back in time infinitely. It can't even snatch the heart. You can only watch your spirituality run out step by step, and then walk into the abyss.

The most terrifying thing is that if you fall into the hands of the other party, you will be worse off than dead.

When his courage began to wane, all that was left for him was fear, endless fear.

Lu Ziming looked at the dazzling array of torture instruments in the hell, and his body began to tremble unconsciously.

He knew very well what kind of person Fang Xiu was. Since he said that he would let him experience all the torture instruments, he would definitely do it.

With this thought, Lu Ziming looked at the long sword in his hand and accepted his fate.

Swish!

Under Fang Xiu's gaze, Lu Ziming resolutely raised the long sword in his hand and pierced his heart with one sword. The severe pain instantly spread throughout his body, but a smile of relief appeared at the corner of his mouth.

As the blood gushed, his consciousness began to blur and gradually dissipated, and just as his consciousness was lingering, he seemed to hear a voice in a trance.

"Time goes back."