"Old, old, old, Fang Zong, I'll make you old! I'll see if you still have your former glory after you've grown old and toothless!"
"Ding-dong! Ding-dong! I'm ready!"
The Queen of the Owls unleashed the arrogance and madness of the ghosts. This time, she indulged herself for once, unaware that Ninth Sister was peeking out from Fang Zong's forehead, clenching her little fists and laughing so hard she was doubled over.
Just avoid physical contact? Then don't hit my summoner!
Ninth Sister was really looking forward to seeing the Empress's dumbfounded expression...
Fang Zong had already rushed into the Empress's small world and found himself in a valley, just like the valley he had first seen when he first met the Empress.
The valley was no longer shrouded in white mist, but instead filled with lush, ancient trees. Countless trees went through cycles of life and death, flourishing and decay, enriching the earth. He felt his body tremble slightly.
However, it only trembled for a moment.
A cool breeze brushed his cheeks and blew his hair into his eyes.
He saw his hair begin to turn white, but in the next instant, it returned to its original jet black, smooth and shiny.
"Huh? Is this the Nine Elders' Transformation of Life and Death?" Fang Zong wasn't in a hurry to break the small world of the supernatural power, and leisurely smiled.
Since his hair was turning white, it meant that the Empress was still attacking him. He didn't need to take action; he could just wait to hear Ninth Sister's 'ding-dang'.
But two minutes passed, and there wasn't a single 'ding-dong' sound.
Ninth Sister pouted and complained, "That's strange. Has the Empress never killed a living person? Has she never done anything bad? The chances of getting anything good from her are very low."
Never done anything wrong?
Upon hearing this, Fang Zong was extremely surprised. In this world, are there still ghosts who have never done anything bad?
If it were any other ghost, he might be surprised, but the Queen of the Owls—this guy had threatened his scheming bitch with the lives of an entire city!
"Empress, you haven't done anything wrong?" Fang Zong asked directly.
The Empress remained silent, her eyes bloodshot.
Why?
impossible?
What exactly is the reason?
She had clearly exerted all her strength; even her original body was weathered by the power emanating from her.
Her power dissipated from the supernatural miniature world and also from her body. The unfinished building beneath her feet seemed to have stood for a thousand years, peeling away layer by layer. Yet, when she leaped into the miniature world, it had no effect whatsoever.
No, it's having some effect; Fang Zong's hair has turned white.
But if hair turns white for a moment and then turns back, does that count as turning white?
"You're not going to answer? Fine, actually, in my opinion, your attack on me is a bad thing."
Fang Zongcai didn't care what kind of ghost it was after it became the owl. If it was a good ghost, he could praise it, but attacking it would be tantamount to courting death.
He doesn't care about living people who are courting death, so why would he care about a ghost like the Empress Dowager?
"Ding Dang! Congratulations to the Summoner for being attacked by the Little Demon Queen and touching the Queen's ghostly aura. Burning Copper Ghostly Aura +1!"
"What?" Fang Zong's eyes lit up immediately.
The scorching copper ghost energy is even more powerful than the cold iron ghost energy. Even if half of the ghost energy revived in the fourth wave, only a small amount of the scorching copper ghost energy would fall into the human world.
He never expected to get this, but before long, he touched a lump of something.
The quality of the scorching copper ghost energy is higher, and it is ghost energy that has turned from yin to yang, making it much easier to absorb than the cold iron ghost energy. In just an instant, Fang Zong's true yang energy (sub-demon) was raised by one level, becoming a seventh-level spell!
This is the second spell of the seventh rank after Water Oriole (Demon)!
He's just one step away from reaching the peak of the skill level!
With a loud bang, Fang Zong's True Yang Fire roared to life.
The pure blue flames burned the sky and covered the earth. As the flames waxed and waned, the Empress's magical world shattered. Standing on the top floor of the unfinished building, the Empress coughed up blood, her body went limp, and she floated down the building.
"Empress Dowager!" Murong Zhen suddenly shouted.
Under Fang Zong's astonished gaze, Murong Zhen suddenly took a running start and charged forward. Like an ordinary person holding a rope, he rushed down the stairs, grabbed Xiao Hou, and hung precariously dozens of meters in the air.
"Save the Empress!"
"Strategist, don't panic, I'm here to save you!"
Led by the Xiao brothers, the demonic corpses rushed out frantically, dragging Murong Zhen and Empress Xiao back to the top floor, and then densely packed together to protect Murong Zhen and Empress Xiao in the very center.
Fang Zong was even more surprised. He never expected that a mere demon corpse would be so loyal.
He fell towards the top floor of the unfinished building, but did not land on it, looking down at Murong Zhen and the Empress.
"Brother Zong, you won!" Murong Zhen said hurriedly.
Fang Zong shook his head: "And then?"
"You don't need to be ruthless; we can still cooperate!"
Murong Zhen quickly replied, "The Empress raises people, and you raise ghosts; you could say you're heading in the same direction! We're both thinking about maintaining a peaceful and prosperous world during a time of great upheaval. We're not enemies yet! Brother Zong, the goddess is right here. Take her away; we've never intended to capture her to threaten you!"
Upon hearing Murong Zhen's words, the several demon corpses that had been trying to approach Zeng Rou quickly retreated.
Fang Zong stared at Murong Zhen with a calm expression, and then looked at the countless demon corpses with the same calm expression.
Murong Zhen is a talented person, but he is an accomplice to evil. He doesn't know whether he should let him go. As for these demon corpses, none of them have supernatural powers, so they can't get anything good from them.
His vision was getting higher and higher. Before he had even reached the seventh level of the skill level, he was already only thinking about supernatural-level ghosts.
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