What I touched, what I wrapped around my body, what I saw...
Fang Zong felt speechless. He omitted three thousand words of description, but he knew that as Jiu Mei's voice continued to ring out, energy exploded wildly within his body!
Ninth Sister covered her eyes:
"Ding Dang! Congratulations to the Summoner for having a lucky streak! You've gotten a flight-type spell +1!"
"Double kill! Congratulations to the summoner for getting a double kill! You've drawn a +3 flight-type spell!"
"Triblekill! Congratulations to the Summoner for getting a triple lucky draw, drawing a Hanged Waistband Shard (light blue) +1!"
Ninth Sister's voice grew faster and faster, almost too fast for Fang Zong to keep up with. His internal energy surged wildly, immersing him in a state of complete bliss.
This wasn't the force I felt when I was attacked; I felt it all myself!
There was no pain, only a tingling, soft, sour, and numb sensation... It was so pleasurable that my soul soared to the clouds!
"Congratulations, Summoner! Your flight-type spell has reached level 10 and has been fused into a +1 flight-type spell!"
"Congratulations, Summoner! Your flight-type spell has reached level 10 and has been fused into a +1 flight-type spell!"
Suddenly, Ninth Sister announced two tiers of spells and said cheerfully, "Congratulations to the Summoner for obtaining two tiers of flight spells. The tier of the spell 'Skywalker (Demon)' has increased by 1, and the current level is the third tier."
Congratulations, Summoner, for acquiring three third-tier spells, becoming a Grand General of the third tier of the Spellcaster rank!
As soon as Ninth Sister finished speaking, Fang Zong suddenly shuddered, his mind instantly becoming clear, and his body felt light and airy. Pressed against the steel walls on both sides and by many soft, jade-like arms and legs, he felt as if he were about to fly away.
It feels so good, so good that I feel guilty.
Fang Zong looked around and found that among the seven naked female ghosts, four were at the second level of the spell level and three were at the third level of the spell level. No wonder he had quickly become a third-level spell level expert as well.
This feels so good, like getting a freebie.
A feeling of guilt!
"It's so sinful, so sinful!" Fang Zong muttered, continuing to reach out and touch.
They didn't resist at all; they just struggled to float upwards. They didn't attack when he grabbed them, and they didn't show any dissatisfaction when he took away their strength and resources.
The female ghosts were like ordinary streetwalkers who suddenly received a 100,000 yuan overnight fee, making their stance clear and direct—
Dear friend, please don't treat us like human beings!
"玎珰! 玎珰! 玎珰!"
Ninth Sister was too lazy to reveal all the information.
There were so many times that Red Hand had a super burst of power that she couldn't even list them all, so she could only summarize: "Congratulations to Summoner Red Hand on a super burst! The spell Netherworld Shock (Demon) has been upgraded to the second tier; Silver Robe Crimson Robe (Demon) has been upgraded to the second tier; Weakness Critical Strike (Demon) has been upgraded to the first tier plus 80%; Water Serpent (Demon) has been upgraded to the second tier..."
Touched +7 Cold Iron Ghost Aura, currently possesses fourteen clusters of Cold Iron Ghost Aura!
Fang Zong was completely dumbfounded as he watched the female ghosts vanish into thin air.
The harvest was so great, I'm incredibly happy!
He couldn't react for a moment.
[The Netherworld Shock has advanced one rank, the Silver Robe and Crimson Robe have advanced one rank, the Water Oriole has advanced one rank, and the Shifting Void Walk has advanced one rank...]
Fang Zong thought about it more and more and felt that there was too much happiness in it, and he was even worried that it was all a dream.
There were only seven female ghosts, how did they give him such a big boost?
By the way, the Shifting Walk skill has also been upgraded by one level, and the Weakness Critical Hit has been greatly improved. In addition, there are the light blue fragments obtained. A rough calculation shows that at least twenty level 4 Ghosts would be needed to provide them.
This time, his luck was so good that he couldn't believe it!
Am I dreaming?
Or was I squeezed to the point of near death by the steel wall? Did I suddenly start hallucinating?
Ninth Sister muttered, "Don't forget about the Cold Iron Ghost Qi. You're just one ball away from advancing your True Yang Qi (Demon) to the fourth level. This is your most fundamental power!"
Fang Zong nodded, still feeling the pressure from the steel wall, but no longer felt any sense of oppression.
Shaking his head, he asked, "Is my face very pale today?"
"You've become ruthless because you killed the infanticide, let me see," Fang Zong's strength increased, and it seemed that Ninth Sister also had greater power, or rather, more authority.
She raised her head, her eyes flashing with a seven-colored light, as if they could pierce the heavens and see through the underworld!
"Congratulations, Summoner. Killing an infant causes a woman to miscarry, allowing the infant to absorb the innate essence of a young woman and a newborn baby to grow. The meaning of the Eastern Kingdom's national fortune is 'people are the foundation of the nation.' You killed the infant, which blessed you with good luck. However, you touched too much this time, and the blessing of good luck has been completely used up."
Ninth Sister spoke mechanically.
Fang Zong asked, puzzled, "Does a nation's destiny have its own consciousness?"
"No!" Ninth Sister's mechanical voice vanished instantly, replaced by a lively tone: "It was just a matter of sensing the meaning of the Eastern Kingdom's destiny, like reading some data from a computer. You can't say that a computer has developed self-awareness, can you?"
Fang Zong nodded: "And then?"
"Then it's simple. First, you can't be this lucky next time. Second, there's a level 4 demon above us. If you don't go up now, your two bed warmers will kill you."
Fang Zong: "What bed-warming teammate? What nonsense are you talking about... What? You're about to be killed?"
Fang Zong, who had been leisurely, became anxious. He closed his eyes and sensed the surging power within his body.
The steel wall continued to press inward with immense force, but the hard steel was molded into a shape by Fang Zong's body.
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