All nine hanging coffins were destroyed. While Fang Zong was examining the newly acquired Dharma, someone in the tomb closest to the surface suddenly opened their eyes.
Zhao Changle lay on the soft couch, her body supple and delicate, charming and lovely. She pulled out a cigarette from somewhere, seemingly trying to strike a pose like a cocky scoundrel.
But God gave him the wrong appearance, which somehow made him look like a woman who is beautiful when she smokes.
"I wonder if Fang Zong killed Prince Ning, or Prince Ning killed Fang Zong?" Zhao Changle muttered to himself.
In fact, he really admired heroes. In the dark and sunless old tomb, he once worshipped the evil spirits who roamed the tomb the most. But after learning about his own situation, the hero became a coward and could only look forward to the outside world.
He was happy to meet Fang Zong and did not want Fang Zong to die.
"Hmm, those two beauties are even more special, much better than the mindless ghost maids. I hope they don't die either."
After finishing a cigarette, Zhao Changle didn't take many puffs. Instead, he muttered to himself to dispel his loneliness. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and his body burst into silvery-white flames, which were cold and sharp, like the abyss of sin!
"The Nine Sons Hanging Coffins are destroyed! Destroyed! Hahahaha, destroyed!" Zhao Changle's expression suddenly turned ferocious.
A powerful force erupted from within him, from ordinary ghosts to evil spirits, and then... ghosts of even higher rank than evil spirits! Zhao Changle raised his head, and for a moment felt as if he could destroy the old tomb and wipe out the ghost-slaying team above it in one fell swoop. His sinister smile deepened.
Unfortunately, even with a sinister smile, she still exudes the charm of 'women can be incredibly alluring when they're being wicked'!
"Mom, I give up." Zhao Changle shrugged her frail shoulders. "I'm the offspring of the evil general Nangong Sheng, so why didn't I inherit his big face and scraggly beard? I inherited all your beauty, Mom!"
As he spoke, Zhao Changle's expression returned to calm, and a cynical attitude appeared on his lips.
The powerful aura on his body disappeared. He looked around, picked up two chests of gold and jewels with his toes, and put one on each shoulder.
He didn't even want his own corpse; instead, he had a woman's skin in his mouth and floated upwards, laughing.
...
"Boom... Bang!" Fang Zong seemed to hear the sound of a heavy object hitting something.
But upon closer listening, it disappeared, so I focused my attention on the three newly introduced methods.
The first one is 'Light as a Swallow'. Ninth Sister laughed and said, "This is a good thing. It's the lightness skill from martial arts online games. It's cool and beautiful. Standing on the willow branches, it can charm thousands of girls. Wait a minute!"
Ninth Sister suddenly realized something was wrong and screamed, "It's fine to coax a woman, but you can't sleep with her and dirty my eyes! Believe me or not, I'll make you..."
"If you keep nagging, believe me, I'll take you down with me! This is a pass!" Fang Zong interrupted Jiu Mei.
Lightness skill? Showing off... no, I mean, looking cool. Is that even useful? He's already cool enough!
Fang Zong had a very clear feeling that the lightness skill of a first-level technique was definitely not as good as his sixth-level derailment impact.
Ninth Sister started squatting down and drawing circles on the edge of her forehead.
To be honest, Fang Zong treats her quite well and is willing to spend money on her, but can they still have pleasant conversations? Why can't they ever win an argument? And considering her own background, she always seems to have a kind of illusion about 'calling him father'.
We must resist! We must resist! We must resist!
I'll say it three times because it's important! Ninth Sister said it three times in her heart.
Then he honestly said, "The second type is aerial gliding, which allows you to choose a direction to glide. The gliding time is twenty seconds, and the gliding speed decreases continuously from the initial speed. The landing is uncontrollable."
"Pass!" Fang Zong decisively refused.
Fang Zong doubted that this method was too unreliable. He wondered if he would end up being unlucky and end up being roasted naked in a volcano.
"The third is air walking, which allows you to choose your own direction and speed, and walk in the air for ten seconds at or below the maximum speed of running."
Upon hearing this, Fang Zong immediately decided, "That's it!"
"Dingdang, congratulations to the Summoner for obtaining the new technique, Aerial Walk, currently at level one."
As Jiu Mei's voice rang out, Fang Zong clearly felt a rapid change in his body. His bones, flesh, tendons, and even skin felt tingling and itchy, as if millions of ants were crawling inside him, but it wasn't uncomfortable.
On the contrary, a feeling of blissful euphoria permeated his very bones and mind.
He was certain—he could fly!
"Flying, the ultimate romance for men!" This wasn't the first time Fang Zong had obtained the method, but this time, for the first time, he couldn't resist testing the method's effects.
He lifted his foot and used 'airwalking,' gliding his entire body into the air. Completely different from running, each light step covered thirty meters!
One step, one second; a ten-second aerial walk covered a distance of three hundred meters.
And he was flying those 300 meters!
"That feels so good!" Fang Zong landed softly.
The moment he landed, suddenly, a hand grabbed his neck from behind.
Before Fang Zong could resist, more figures surged in from all directions, grabbing his arms or legs.
Fang Zong paused, and as he looked around, he noticed that the fog around him was even thicker, and within the thick fog, there were ghostly figures floating.
These shadows were all trying to catch him, but there was no notification from Ninth Sister...
"What a weak ghost." Fang Zong couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
These figures, once revealed, were all human, or rather, were once human. Their faces were ferocious, their eyes malevolent. Judging from their clothing, they seemed to be other weak ghosts in the old tomb, so weak that even the yin energy could not be touched.
Wait! Can't feel any yin energy?
Fang Zong suddenly sensed something was wrong.
All along, even the weakest ghosts could only touch useless things at most, but there had never been a case where a ghost attacked him and then couldn't touch anything.
What... is going on?
His brows furrowed slightly.
Fang Zong harnessed the Dragon Yang Qi to cover his entire body, igniting a raging fire. Instantly, those figures were like moths drawn to a flame, screaming in agony, yet they did not dissipate in the slightest.
They turned into charred, black corpses, more numerous and harder, completely covering Fang Zong!
"Hiss, Prince Ning, you're so ruthless!"
Fang Zong suddenly realized that he could not delay any longer and smashed the 'charred corpse' with a punch.
"The Method - Derailment and Impact!"
"Double crash! Triple crash! Skywalk!"
Fang Zong turned around and frantically smashed through one ghostly figure after another, rushing back in the direction he had come from.
The ghostly figure's touch on him changed; it no longer felt like a weak ghost, but more like a hard, stubborn rock, causing his shoulder to go numb from the impact!
"That's it! That's it! Those aren't ghosts, they're falling rocks! Prince Ning, you're so ruthless! You actually collapsed the entire old tomb, aren't you afraid of burying yourself in the process?!"
Fang Zong roared and finally broke out of the illusion.
Suddenly, everything changed; darkness filled the air, dust billowed, like a collapsed apocalypse!
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