Fang Zheng didn't wait for the head to hit the ground, he picked up the headless corpse and ran away.
There is no body.
There is only one head left, let's see how you heal it.
Only fools will stay and fight head-on with each other.
If he hadn't taken advantage of the one-eared old man's carelessness and launched a counterattack, and at the last moment, used the ghost knife's own secret technique, it may still be unknown whether he could cut off the one-eared old man's head.
When his Ghost Head Saber was strengthened to three times, a strange number appeared.
That is the end of the handle of the knife, and there is an extra ghost head biting the handle. This ghost head is an energy storage device. Fangzheng later found through experiments that when he uses the energy in the ghost head, great power will be generated on the arm holding the knife , At that moment, it was as if the evil spirit in the ghost knife possessed him with a magic attack, and his power soared by a layer or so out of thin air.
This is a bit similar to the crit skill in the game.
Damage output increased.
Even if it's just a layer of strength increase, and there is only one chance, but in the fight between masters, it is often such a slight difference that determines the final victory or defeat.
He has never encountered a strong enemy that cannot be defeated before, so he rarely used it. Today, he used the power in the ghost knife without hesitation. The next time he wanted to use the power in the Ghost Head Saber, he had to let the Ghost Head Saber drain one hundred and nine ghosts, or directly drain a century-old ghost in one step, and recharge the energy in the Ghost Head Saber.
One hundred and nine, it happened to be the one hundred and nine extremely vicious death row prisoners who had been beheaded by this ghost knife in the hands of the executioner.
…
And just as Fangzheng snatched the corpse and fled, the headless body on his shoulders began to look like a leaking ball, the muscles of his body shriveled rapidly, and the congested skin on the surface of his body had also faded away, turning back to dry like old tree bark rough old flesh.
But Fangzheng didn't have time to stop and delay at this moment, he galloped all the way non-stop.
Because Fang Zheng made a series of movements on the ruins... bang! boom! boom!
Behind him, big pits were smashed out one after another, and one mummy after another was falling from the sky, chasing and killing him.
Fangzheng was disheartened and embarrassed all the way. He felt that this was not going to work. Sooner or later, he would be crushed to death.
We must find a way to get out as soon as possible.
Fangzheng glanced at the headless corpse still struggling on his shoulders, and his hands began to grope up and down on the headless corpse.
But nothing useful was found.
Fangzheng changed the headless corpse on his shoulder from the right shoulder to the left shoulder again. This time it was much easier, and he continued to search up and down.
This time, it really made him take out something hard and slightly viscous.
"Um?"
Fangzheng groaned in pain, and when his fingertips touched the viscous liquid, he felt a severe burning sensation.
Lifting the fingertips to see, the cicada membrane on the fingertips has been corroded with a small gap.
Fang Zheng's face immediately changed.
It turned out that the viscous liquid was a jade box placed next to the inside of the clothes.
It must be an extremely precious thing to be so cherished by the one-eared old man.
But at this moment, I don't know whether this jade box was smashed by the continuous rain of corpses before, or because it was smashed by the ghost knife during the battle with him. It's not some spiritual fruit or panacea, but a treasure of heaven and earth, it's actually a very small piece of flesh and blood the size of a fingernail.
It seems that the jade box was originally used for sealing, but now the seal was broken, and the piece of flesh and blood in the jade box was actually bubbling, all that came out was black blood, Fang Zheng had accidentally touched the black blood before, and the cicada membrane directly penetrated by burning.
These black bloods are highly poisonous.
The toxicity is so strong that even his cicada membrane, which is stronger than gold, cannot withstand the toxicity.
And this is just the toxicity of a small piece of flesh and blood from a certain mysterious existence.
But then, Fangzheng noticed that the surface of the jade box that sealed this piece of flesh and blood was engraved, as if it was used to seal the nail-sized piece of flesh and blood in the jade box. But this is not the key point, the key point is that this text actually comes from the text of Dongying Kingdom!
The sealing spell is written in Japanese characters.
"Japanese characters?"
Fangzheng's eyes turned cold.
But in the current situation, there is no time for Fangzheng to stop and delay. Asking him to carefully look at the piece of flesh and blood in the jade box would be a night of long dreams. The most yang and pure sun god fire produced by cultivation, the golden light surged on the palm of the hand in an instant, rotten, and kept roasting that piece of flesh and blood.
I saw drops of grease dripping down continuously.
But the flesh and blood are like a dead thing, completely unconscious... Special soul energy +1!
A pleasant surprise.
Unexpectedly, this piece of flesh and blood is so extraordinary, just a piece of flesh and blood can be worth hundreds of years of ghosts.
"Does this mean that this small piece of flesh and blood, the size of a fingernail, is as threatening as a century-old ghost?" Fangzheng's heart sank slightly.
After that, Fangzheng never found anything special on the headless corpse.
Puchi!
Puchi!
Fangzheng didn't even frown, he directly dismantled the body on his shoulders, dismembered and threw the corpses all the way, throwing them all over the place in a chaotic manner, intending to hold the one-eared old man back as much as possible.
But the threat from heaven is still there.
As a last resort, Fang Zheng took out a piece of fortune incense, gritted his teeth, and strengthened it twice in a row, consuming three ordinary runes in total.
The previous strengthening consumption has been gradually increased.
Fangzheng intends to use the fragrance of luck to improve his luck, so as not to be hit by the increasingly dense corpses in the sky.
"If you're really that awesome, whether or not I can escape this time will all depend on Brother Xiang."
Cough, cough, cough...Fang Zheng resisted the pungent smell of smoke, and flattered Yun Shixiang.
Judging from the past few times, this fortune incense seems to have a temper, and can't listen to bad things, so Fangzheng picks up good words and flatters Yixiangxiang.
boom!
There was an explosion, splashing a large amount of earth and rocks, the sound came from behind, and those mummies fell down again!
Fangzheng looked back, and found that the mummy seemed to be a little bit off, and there was still a long distance away from him... No!
That place... is clearly the place where he dumped one of the corpses.
call out!
boom!
At this time, another mummy was dropped, and it just happened to be thrown at another place where the corpse was dumped.
"It will work so soon?"
Two times in a row, Fangzheng missed the direction, and Fang Zheng couldn't tell that the fragrance of luck was at work.
boom! boom! boom!
The mummy in the sky kept hitting other places where the corpses were dumped, and the corpse of the one-eared old man was lying innocently with guns, and was whipped over and over again.
When the stick of incense was burned out, there was no mummy falling on Fang Zheng.
Let the one-eared old man be the one who took the blame.
But before Fangzheng had time to rejoice, the fortune incense in his hand had just been burned, so it was so exciting!
A different body from the past, this time walking upright, those mummy corpses in the sky suddenly appeared in Fangzheng's line of sight...
(end of this chapter)