The footsteps were very stiff, not as brisk as those of a living person, as if he was walking with stiff knees.

When Zhang Yuanqing and others heard the footsteps, it was already approaching the door.

It was so sudden that the owner of the footsteps seemed not to want to give the people in the room any time to react.

Wang Mingming is back?

Zhang Yuanqing felt a chill in his heart, his adrenaline rushing, and he instinctively opened his inventory, ready to take out props to fight.

But in a flash, he changed his mind and lowered his voice to give a short reminder: "Go to bed!"

She quickly pounced on the bed on the left, and at the same time controlled Blood Rose to silently jump to the upper bunk, and lay straight down. Princess Yin Yao and the Palace Master acted at the same time, the former chose the lower bunk on the right, and the latter chose... Zhang Yuanqing's bed.

A girl in a red dress floated into Zhang Yuanqing's arms, trying hard to get close to him, and her crystal clear feet under the hem of her skirt playfully hooked around his legs.

The faint fragrance wafted into my nose, and I couldn't tell whether it was the scent of shampoo or the body fragrance of a young woman. This is too tempting... Zhang Yuanqing thought helplessly, slowing down his breathing and pretending to be asleep. Article 13 of the employee handbook stipulates:

If you hear unusual noises in the dormitory at night, please lie down on the bed, pretend to be asleep, ignore it, and never leave the bed.

In this kind of high-level rule-based props, Zhang Yuanqing believes that it is safer to follow the rules than to fight.

No matter how powerful they are, can they be stronger than a dominant-level rule-based item?

Footsteps entered the house.

Dong, Dong, Dong...stiff and heavy footsteps walked through the door and entered the room.

Zhang Yuanqing closed his eyes tightly and could not see the owner of the footsteps. He did not dare to use the perspective of his spirit servant to peek. From the feedback of the footsteps, he could imagine the person's height, weight, and walking posture.

The other person was over two meters tall and weighed over two hundred kilograms. His heavy footsteps did not sound like that of a living person, but rather a cold, stiff corpse.

After entering the house, the footsteps did not stop, but wandered around the room.

Dong Dong Dong...it wanders back and forth between the beds.

It knows there are people in **, it can see us... Zhang Yuanqing had some guesses in his mind.

At this moment, he heard footsteps stop beside his bed.

Then, Zhang Yuanqing smelled a damp and foul odor, like a dead rat rotting in a sewer.

He knew without looking that the thing was looking at him, and very close.

Zhang Yuanqing slowed his breathing and remained motionless.

About three or five minutes later, the rotten smell faded away, and Dongdong's footsteps were heard again, walking towards the door.

The heavy and stiff footsteps walked out of the room, then echoed in the corridor until they disappeared completely.

The four people in the ** were very cunning and still did not get up. After waiting for a long time, the Palace Master of Stopping Killing supported Zhang Yuanqing's chest and sat up. He looked around and said, "It's gone."

Zhang Yuanqing then opened his eyes, looked around, glanced at the door, and then looked at the window. After confirming that there were no scary monsters, he finally felt relieved.

Successfully averted a crisis.

While feeling relaxed, he also felt a long-lost sense of excitement in his heart, and the thrill and fear he felt in the Sheling Tunnel came back.

"Let's leave quickly, it might come back. We have already got some rules and it's time to get down to business. Time is running out." Zhang Yuanqing did not forget the purpose of coming here tonight.

Only then did he realize that the princess was lying in bed and had not gotten up.

"Are you planning to sleep here until dawn?" Zhang Yuanqing said unhappily.

Princess Yin Yao slowly opened her eyes and raised her trumpet confidently: "Be steady, just in case it comes back with a surprise attack."

So they're going to make us cannon fodder? The princess is actually a bitch, both bitch and cowardly... Zhang Yuanqing's mouth twitched, "You've learned modern vocabulary well. If you don't want to keep your hands steady, sleep here. We'll come back to find you when we're done."

Princess Yin Yao pretended not to hear his ridicule, stood up quietly, and played the role of a brainless corpse.

Three people one

The corpse jumped down from the floor and quickly walked away along a path covered with bushes, weeds and trees.

The moonlight was bright, and the dark room was silent. The notebook discarded on the ground strangely turned pages automatically. On the blank page, a line of words appeared: "The patrol went smoothly tonight... I am very happy because there are four new employees in the dormitory building. Two of them have no heartbeats, and two have heartbeats... There have been no new employees for a long time. I am very lonely. I... will always follow them."

The little fat man had never seen a dominating level battle, let alone a dominating melee.

The golden sun rises one after another, then is extinguished, and rises again, over and over again.

The streets cracked into gaps, and tall buildings were crumbling in the gaps. Six-meter-tall stone giants crawled out from the cracks in the ground and smashed one corpse after another.

Thick roots rose from the ground, spreading out into the sky like tentacles, crushing the stone giants one by one.

A mysterious man in a black robe stood on a tall building in the distance, holding high a long sword that was polished with black carbon and had an oily luster. He was like a commander-in-chief of an army, directing an endless army of evil creatures to charge.

During this time, there were four flying swords dancing in the air and whistling like lightning, as well as strange, piercing, soul-tearing screams from time to time.

Fu Qingyang, dressed in white and a gorgeous cloak, stood proudly. Countless Yin corpses came one after another, but none of them could get within ten meters of him.

Ten meters away, corpses were piled up layer upon layer, but within ten meters it was clean.

Elder Hongying's body glowed with golden light, and as she formed seals with her hands, miniature suns appeared above her head. The golden light shone everywhere, and the evil creatures evolved rapidly.

The leaders of both sides fought in the air, and dazzling skills emerged one after another.

There was no melee combat or skill exchange throughout the entire process. The scene was more like a battle between gods and gods, and melee combat seemed to have become a skill for ordinary people and was not worthy of being on the stage.

On the street, in front of a milk tea shop, a little fat man sat cross-legged on the ground, watching the fight in fear.

Beside him are Yin Ji, Xia Shu, Hua Yu, Gao Shan Liu Shui... a total of six saints.

Seven people sat cross-legged in a circle, with a palm-sized clay statue of the Earth God in the center.

“This, this, this… Is this item effective? Can it block the attacks of the Overlord level? What if we are targeted by the Overlord?” The fat man’s face turned pale and his tongue was tied.

The official saints remained silent and ignored this evil profession.

"Speaking of which, forget about me coming in, after all, I'm just bait. Why are you guys so stubborn? We can participate in the Overlord-level battles without paying any money?"

Seeing that no one responded, Yin Ji thought for a moment and said softly:

"Don't worry, this item can block the Lord's attack, at least three times, and that's enough for the elders to come to the rescue. We are here to deal with the head of Chunyang Sect, but he doesn't seem to be here..."

"He may also be hiding, waiting for an opportunity to attack us." Xia Shuzhilian's voice was like the collision of ice cubes.

Don’t let the enemy be lured out before we are killed by the Overlord…the little fat man thought.

No matter how much he complained, he wanted someone to tremble with him.

What he needs most, what he lacks the most, is a sense of security. That's why he needs a boss.

"Looking at their match, it seems like it will take some time to tell who will win." The insecure little fat boy was looking for a topic to talk about.

Hua Yu frowned and said impatiently, "You talk too much nonsense. If it weren't for the three rules between the Nihilistic Sect and the government, I would send you back to the spiritual realm right now."

Lawful professions never have a good face towards evil professions, even if this fat man looks relatively gentle.

"Obviously, he was afraid of angering the elders of the Southern Faction, so he didn't dare to kill me." The fat man corrected.

"......"

At this time, Yin Ji frowned and said, "Observe carefully and see how long it has been since the elders of the Southern School used spiritual attacks."

"It's been two minutes..." The fat boy's round face suddenly became serious: "It's been two minutes. Before that, a mental attack was launched every ten seconds."

summer

Shu Zhilian and others were startled.

The good minister who chose his master and killed him is still alive, and it is unlikely that the elders of the Southern Faction will turn against us. The only truth is that the two elders of the Southern Faction were attacked.

Currently, there are two elders dispatched by the Dark Night Rose, the Great Protector who controls the army of Yin creatures, and the God of Spring (the professional name of the dominant wood demon).

How could the two overlords alone be a match for the official and southern factions?

Since Dark Night Rose wants to rob its enemies with their own foes, it must have gathered enough manpower. Therefore, the elders of the Southern Faction may be entangled by the enemy overlord lurking in the dark.

Given the nature of the inner demons that come and go without a trace, since they were unable to get rid of the enemy immediately, it meant that the enemy was extremely difficult to deal with. After such a long stalemate, the Dark Night Rose began to fight back. As soon as this thought emerged in the minds of the saints, they saw Fu Qingyang suddenly hold the Jade Dragon Sword in his hand horizontally and make a blocking gesture.

"Bang!"

The sound was sharp and piercing, and sparks flew everywhere.

Fu Qingyang suddenly slid back, his expensive handmade leather shoes cracked with a "crackle", and his brand new white suit was torn into cracks by the energy.

A tall and burly figure appeared where Fu Qingyang had just stood.

This man is 1.9 meters tall, has eight arms, and his body is covered with twisted and strange runes. His muscles are like cast iron, without an inch of fat. Even the most successful bodybuilder in the world would feel ashamed in front of him.

His eight arms held swords, spears, halberds, rings, sticks and ropes! He had a shiny bald head, rugged and resolute facial features, and silver rings on his earlobes, nose wings and lips.

Silver Moon King!!

Not only the saints, but also the two elders Hongying and Gaofeng's expressions changed slightly.

Although Silver Moon Heavenly King has just entered the Domination stage, he is a freak blessed by Shura. As early as when he was at the peak of the Saint, he could fight with the Domination for one or two moves, and he was a peak professional. This kind of person cannot be treated as an early Domination stage.

No one knows how powerful he is now.

After repelling Fu Qingyang, Silver Moon King, who was a melee profession, immediately attacked quickly. Eight weapons attacked from all directions, as swift as thunder and as fast as an afterimage.

Even though Fu Qingyang had the ability of clairvoyance, he only had a sword after all, and soon he was injured, with bloody wounds all over his body.

His expression was stern as he waved his sword to block while slowly retreating. At the same time, he summoned four flying swords to attack the Silver Moon King from the rear and sides.

For a moment, the flying sword circled around the eight-armed burly man, and every time it tried to attack, it was easily knocked away, splashing sparks.

Silver Moon Heavenly King attacked fiercely while laughing wildly:

"Hey, Fu Qingyang, why are you getting weaker? Oh, I forgot, Yanshi doesn't have much of an effect on melee combat. Your skills are close to the Tao, use them quickly and see if I can block them."

His expression was twisted with bellicosity and excitement, and he laughed wildly.

Anger is not actually the spiritual attribute of Silver Moon King, but bellicosity is.

Elder Hongying and Elder Gaofeng immediately took action to assist Fu Qingyang.

In the Saint stage, the Scout is the most outstanding melee profession, but in the Domination stage, it develops in the direction of "leading commander".

During the dominant stage of the bewitching demon, he is called the Ancient God of War, and continues to develop his combat capabilities.

In a one-on-one fight, Yanshi could not be a match for the ancient god of war.

In addition, although Fu Qingyang's skills are close to the rules of Taoism, the rules are "must hit" rather than "must kill".

When you reach the dominant stage, it is difficult to be as final and unstoppable as when you were a saint.

On the other side, the great protector wrapped in a black robe and holding a carbon sword came flying with the wind, and behind him was the negative energy like a tsunami and a raging wave.

It's time for him to take action.

"No need for help!" Fu Qingyang's cold voice interrupted the two elders who were about to come to the rescue.

Even though he was losing ground, and even though his melee combat ability, which he was so proud of, was suppressed by the ancient god of war, his expression remained cool and calm.

This man never seemed to have drastic mood swings, except when he angrily scolded Yuanshi Tianzun for knocking on the door before entering the house.

At a certain moment, Fu Qingyang defeated the Silver Moon Heavenly King with a straight chop. The eight-armed strong man continued to

He retreated, and the knuckles of his two hands that had blocked the attack were cracked.

He was stunned.

Fu Qingyang's seemingly casual sword actually contained a power that he could not resist.

"laugh!"

After repelling the Silver Moon King, Fu Qingyang inserted the Jade Dragon Sword into the ground and stood in front of him.

Then he raised his hand and grabbed into the void. With a loud "dong" sound, a bronze box half a person's height fell heavily to the ground.

The bronze box lid is engraved with a majestic white tiger, and the four sides of the box are engraved with ferocious beasts such as Zhuyan and Yazi.

Fu Qingyang kicked the lid of the box open with one foot. With a "clang", the lid opened and black shadows jumped out of the bronze box. They were cast from bronze, 1.6 meters tall, holding bronze swords from the Warring States Period, with ferocious facial features and unified expressions. There were a hundred of them.

Fu Qingyang stretched out his arms, palms facing downwards, and his ten fingers trembled flexibly, like a skilled puppeteer.

Hundreds of bronze terracotta warriors turned their heads in unison, staring at the Silver Moon Heavenly King with ferocious and empty eyes.

"Soldier doll storage box?" Silver Moon Heavenly King grinned, his left and right biceps bulged and cracked, and two bloody heads popped out. The two heads that looked exactly like Silver Moon Heavenly King arrogantly said, "What can you do to me?"

The ancient god of war with three heads and eight arms is least afraid of group battles, and the final fate of these terracotta warriors will inevitably be torn into pieces.

"Don't you want to experience my slashing blow?" Fu Qingyang spoke, and the cloak behind him fluttered with a snap. He activated the amplification of the court swordsman's cloak, and the hundreds of bronze statues seemed to be injected with infinite power. They slowly raised their bronze swords. At this moment, a huge sense of crisis came from all directions and crushed the Silver Moon King.

In his perception, each sword contained rules that could not be avoided, and each sword was filled with sword energy that could cut through gold and jade.

The terrifying sword energy even hurt the two elders and the saints.

One hundred swords...with skills close to the Tao? !

He might be able to withstand Fu Qingyang's attack once, but could he withstand it a hundred times?

A huge sense of crisis exploded in Silver Moon King's heart. Every nerve and every cell in his body was roaring wildly, telling him to escape.

But he couldn't escape.

He was locked by a hundred swords whose skills were close to those of the Tao.

"I didn't fight back just now because I wanted to see how strong you are after you were promoted to the master." Fu Qingyang said in a tone of commenting on a junior: "You are a little lacking in all aspects. Try harder next time." He pressed down lightly with both palms: "Cut!"

The next moment, one hundred bronze swords fell at the same time. One hundred sword energies submerged the Silver Moon Heavenly King.

“Patta, patta…”

The newly promoted king was dismembered on the spot, and the broken pieces of flesh and internal organs fell to the ground, splashing a miserable red. Fu Qingyang lowered his eyes, looked at the broken flesh with a grim expression, and said indifferently:

"You fell down before I even put in any effort." Elder Hongying and Elder Gaofeng were stunned.

The great protector who came riding on the wind slammed on the brakes in mid-air.

The saints who were sitting cross-legged on the spot were all stunned and distraught.

The scene was silent.

......

zoo.

Zhang Yuanqing brought the palace master and the princess back to the fork in the road.

At this time, the mud scattered on the ground was almost dry. It had been almost twenty minutes since we entered the zoo.

Even if Elder Dog hadn't arrived at the Rouzong Market, he was almost there. If he didn't react and realize that this was a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain, and returned immediately, then Zhang Yuanqing would only have twenty minutes.

What's more, there is a female marshal who may return at any time. The King of Fear can't hold the marshal back for long. According to the Freedom Maniac, the female marshal's physical output is also among the best among the demigod-level strongmen.

Fighting the Marshal, one must rely on the strong health bar to hold on. Zhang Yuanqing was a little anxious, and said quickly: "I have observed the scale of the garden. The core area will not be too large. It will not be too difficult to find the camphor tree that imprisoned the magic eye."

"But there are many routes!" Princess Yin Yao held the trumpet: "Different routes

The routes they take will be different, and the dangers they encounter will also be different. I hope the route the camphor tree spirit takes is in accordance with the rules we have read in the employee handbook. "

"How can I have such good luck?" Zhang Yuanqing said helplessly. Suddenly, he remembered the "lucky necklace" in the inventory. In a place like this where gambling and luck are the key, the lucky necklace might work wonders.

Zhang Yuanqing immediately took out the necklace and put it on, saying, "This is a good thing. It can make the goddess of luck fall in love with me."

"Then I will kill her." said the Palace Master.

"Bah, bah, bah, children should speak without restraint..." Zhang Yuanqing spat.

The two men and two corpses walked quickly along the wide concrete road, following traces of broken soil and mud. Soon, a road sign appeared in everyone's sight.

【Dodder Garden】

Article 6 of the employee handbook flashed through their minds instantly:

"When you pass by the dodder garden, try to pass through quickly. If you see someone shouting, don't look back."

Zhang Yuanqing said happily: "The necklace is effective."

The crises in the zoo are scattered among nine routes. A single route will not be too dangerous. Perhaps if you pass through the Dodder Garden, you can see the Demon Eye.

Without any need to communicate, the two men and two corpses ran away.

After a dozen seconds, Zhang Yuanqing smelled a strange fragrance.

The moonlight was hazy, and a flower field appeared in front of me. Among the lush green, white silk-like flowers were dotted, swaying slightly in the night breeze.

Can’t look… He silently withdrew his gaze and quickened his pace.

The employee handbook clearly stated "quick pass" and "no looking back", and he was worried that if he looked a few more times, it would trigger something terrible.

The area of ​​the dodder garden is not large, with a diameter of about 200 meters. For them, this distance can be crossed with their eyes closed...

But at this moment, fog suddenly rose around.

The thick fog came from nowhere and instantly turned into a vast expanse of white, as thin as a gauze and as light as floating dust.

The road ahead is gone.

Article 5 of the Employee Handbook: If you encounter thick fog, please stay where you are, do not move, do not speak, and wait for the fog to dissipate.

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly stopped and his heart sank to the bottom.