"This..." Han Fangcheng suddenly paused.
He raised his head, sighing deeply, and opened his mouth as if to say something, but suddenly, his whole body sank downwards!
He had dodged the blade, but a hand gripped his head with tremendous force!
"Ding Dang! Congratulations, Summoner, you've obtained an Avatar spell +1!"
Han Fangcheng had already been seriously injured. No, it's more accurate to say that he had been devoured by other ghosts, leaving him with only a tiny bit of vitality.
After being touched by Fang Zong once, he vanished without a trace.
"Heh, the plot to usurp the throne is true, but was this old guy a good ghost before?"
From the very beginning, Fang Zong never believed the old ghost's words.
It's all nonsense, they say it's full of lies. If he actually believed it all, he wouldn't be alive today.
But... what exactly is a transformation spell?
Fang Zong was still confused when Jiu Mei had already provided three options, not by speaking, but by imprinting them into his mind.
Congratulations, Summoner, on obtaining a new spell! Please select:
1. Fleeting glimpses of light and shadow;
2. The transformation of the silkworm into a celestial being;
3. Doppelganger (%#)...)...】
The first one has a very sophisticated name;
Secondly, the name not only has a sophisticated feel, but it also has a particularly familiar and sophisticated feel.
Fang Zong, however, focused his attention on the third option.
Generally speaking, the third option is the best. Although the name is very ordinary, he has never encountered a series of garbled characters like this before.
"Choose three!" Fang Zong answered decisively.
"Congratulations to the Summoner for choosing the Great Fortune! You have obtained the Spell Clone (Demon). This spell can create a clone to fight, which has 25% of the original's attack power and 25% of the original's defense power, and lasts for three minutes."
Fang Zong's lips twitched. Trash!
He's not a lone traveler; he only has a quarter of his own strength. What would he need this clone for?
Picking any random teammate, or even just throwing a cat, would be far more powerful than this spell.
What a waste of its sub-magic quality!
Ninth Sister said, "This is only a first-level spell."
Fang Zong was stunned. It felt as if the blood in his body had surged through his skin, and every pore on his body felt numb.
It's just a first-level spell, which means... reaching the second, third, and fourth levels... will all enhance the strength of the clone?
Yamo quality, truly a premium product!
Just then, a whistling sound came from afar.
Fang Zong turned his head and saw a vast expanse of blue—a sea of butterflies, surging into the cave passage with a splash.
I was surrounded by the phosphorescence of butterflies, like a blue sea. When I focused my attention on any one of the blue butterflies, it was as if I was seeing my whole life!
Every butterfly contains the essence of a person's entire life!
"This butterfly is so beautiful! What I see is the ocean!"
"This one is even more beautiful! I can almost see the Yarlung Tsangpo Grand Canyon..."
Han Die's eyes were glazed over as she grabbed Wu Yongci and jumped around.
Wu Yongci's eyes also became dazed. Suddenly, she bit her lip and bit off a piece of flesh with a snap. Warm blood, accompanied by excruciating pain, flowed all over her chin.
He covered Han Die's eyes, then closed his own, trembling all over, large beads of cold sweat seeping from his forehead.
"Your life is worth more now," Fang Zong said with a gentle smile.
These butterflies are so interesting!
It truly contains the entirety of life.
The wings of a butterfly are like codes, or like a mark on the soul. Once you look at them, you will see the most memorable scenery in a person's life.
Fang Zong is a fourth-level martial arts master who can fight against a sixth-level martial arts master. Of course, he's just watching for the show. Wu Yongci, as an ordinary person, is able to resist the urge to watch and not lose his mind, which really makes him look at him with new respect.
"Whoosh..."
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
The butterfly was still fluttering its wings.
Countless butterflies, sometimes forming a square, sometimes a triangle, seemed to be trying to show off their beauty. They circled around Fang Zong and his companions for a while, and when they found that no one was paying attention to them, they rushed towards a thick clump of dark blue-green moss.
The butterflies all rushed in, and Fang Zong used the hilt of his knife to push aside the moss, discovering—
There was even another hole.
"Go down," Fang Zong said with a smile.
He was the first to enter the small cave in the corner. Han Die was scared and didn't want to go in, but Wu Yongci pulled her in.
Wu Yongci understood this very well—
With Fang Zong around, they might have a chance to survive.
But if they lose track of Fang Zong, even if they don't encounter any ghosts, he and Han Die will be trapped and die in this cave.
He had a very good grasp of life and death.
This cave was very deep and had several branching paths.
Strangely, Fang Zong seemed to know which way to go, his steps never stopping. When he encountered a narrow passage, he would punch it, widening the cave considerably, without any concern that the cave would collapse and be buried in the mountains.
Wu Yongci and Han Die followed behind, but sometimes they couldn't keep up and would find Fang Zong stopped in front of them after walking a short distance.
Han Die was even more surprised by Fang Zong's abilities, but Wu Yongci knew that Fang Zong was taking care of him, and gratefully gave Fang Zong a bottle of water from his pocket.
"Look, there seems to be a light ahead!" Han Die suddenly said nervously.
Fang Zong was drinking water when he turned his head and saw a faint white light flashing not far ahead.
Wu Yongci immediately grabbed Han Die's hand and made her walk behind him. He followed Fang Zong, keeping a distance of more than one step between them.
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