"What do you mean by overthinking?"
The girl in the white dress across from her looked on with curiosity.
"It's nothing, I'm ready, come on."
Since it wasn't her subconscious, Li Qingyu immediately lost the will to waste words.
Instead of wasting time on that, we'd be better off continuing to explore the maze.
"Here I come!"
The girl in the white dress across from me reminded me.
"Come on, hit me like this."
Li Qingyu tapped her not-so-wealthy chest.
"Okay, let's go!"
The girl in the white dress opposite them suddenly waved her hand and retreated instantly.
Meanwhile, the girls in white dresses who had just emerged from the passage rushed towards Li Qingyu in the center of the hall as if they had gone mad.
Some kicked, some clenched their fists, some puffed out their chests...
There were even headers...
Each of them possessed an imposing aura, which surprised Li Qingyu, who had originally planned to slowly engage in one-on-one combat.
this....
One-on-one in the lobby?
However, after the initial surprise...
Li Qingyu suddenly realized what was happening.
That girl in the white dress who just stepped back is definitely suspicious.
Even if it's not your subconscious, you must have some understanding of this maze.
However....
The next second.
Boom!
Boom boom boom!!
A dense mass of white dresses swept in, instantly burying Li Qingyu and forming a small white dress hill.
"Hehehe..."
The girl in the white dress who had just stepped back looked at the small hill in front of her and couldn't help but chuckle.
“A tiny human race, how laughable.”
"Judging from this, it won't even take an hour..."
but.
The girl in the white dress had just started laughing...
BOOM!!!
The terrifying explosion sent a jolt through the golden hall.
Then, countless fragments of the little white dress, along with countless pieces of flesh and blood, swept over her head and face like a storm.
And at the heart of this storm.
Li Qingyu patted her slightly disheveled skirt and looked at the little white dress standing blankly opposite her.
"Are you a contestant from the Tauros civilization, or what?"
What does "one hour" mean?
"You..." The girl in the white dress opposite her stopped smiling, her expression filled with astonishment and suspicion. "Your mental strength is clearly so weak, how could you have dealt with the clone so quickly!?"
"Answer my question first." Li Qingyu stepped closer.
"Heh... guess for yourself..."
"Just a heads up, the difficulty of the maze is increasing every second."
The girl in the white dress opposite her sneered, her reaction equally explosive.
Li Qingyu dodged the spurting blood by sidestepping.
Looking at the blood and flesh fragments scattered all over the hall, I was utterly speechless.
The mental space...
Did it have to be so bloody?
It's fortunate that the spiritual space doesn't broadcast live, otherwise wouldn't it be filled with holy light?
He shook his head.
Li Qingyu walked directly towards the passage behind the girl in the white dress, completely disregarding any increase in difficulty.
In fact, from the moment she was surrounded to the moment the explosion occurred, Li Qingyu didn't even have a chance to fight back.
no way....
The fact that Natong didn't react to the mental maze doesn't mean it didn't react to the damage it suffered within it...
[Passive Skill: Head becomes feet. Immune to mental and psychological attacks, reflects 1000% of attacks.]
A 1000% rebound...
Within this mental labyrinth, the fundamental meaning is that whoever touches you dies.
Li Qingyu was naturally fearless.
...................
On the Gobi Desert outside the white sand beach.
The babbling and calling sounds continued endlessly.
A large group of primitive people dressed in coarse linen clothes were striding along, brandishing various rudimentary weapons.
Like locusts, they charged excitedly across the desolate Gobi Desert.
Hunting, you know...
Everyone's happy!
"Can you feel it?"
At the forefront of the primitive human troops, number eighty-eight walked with a calm expression, looking as if he were taking a stroll, but his speed did not decrease at all.
"If you felt it, how could I not have felt it?"
The man in the seven-figure position had a serious expression and carried a longbow and seven short wooden spears on his back.
They strode forward, running just like the primitive people behind them.
"Since you sensed it..."
"Then, pick one..."
Number 88 had a smile on his lips, but his eyes were cold.
"Whoever chooses the best one will deliver the magic cores they've plundered to the lord, how about that?"
A seven-figure sum was casually taken from the longbow.
"Since you said so, then I won't stand on ceremony."
"I said it." Number 88 shrugged indifferently, "But the lord wants him alive, so don't fail."
"Of course not."
As he spoke, the seven-digit figure, who was running, took another short spear from behind him and nocked it onto his longbow.
Number 88 chuckled softly as he watched this scene.
In an instant, it turned into a blur and disappeared from the spot.
...
The top of the Iron Pants Church.
The red-robed nun and the gold-robed nun stood side by side, gazing down at the battle-ready troop of cultivators.
The War Cult is composed of countless nuns in black and white robes.
However, the nuns summoned by each church are skilled in different weapons.
For example, the nun summoned by the Iron Pants Church.
They were all unarmed, wearing iron pants.
It looks like it has extremely strong defensive capabilities.
The church with shackles, on the other hand, features figures holding shackles and chains, which look quite cumbersome.
Of course, the most numerous members of the War Cultivator Corps were nuns wielding large hammers; they looked incredibly brutal and skilled at hammering people.
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