Tentacles ran all over the sky.

The silver-haired old man held a handful of cards, dodged constantly, and at the same time threw out the cards in his hand—

Those cards were transformed into spells, weapons, followers, traps, space formations, etc., to block all the tentacles that struck.

After the initial hustle and bustle, the silver-haired old man slowly found the rhythm.

He even had time to light a cigarette, and said to Liu Ping: "There are only so many rifts in the space, and that guy's body can't get through."

"So we live for 12 hours, no problem?" Liu Ping asked.

"It looks like this now."

The silver-haired old man smiled gently.

In midair, a golden shield was smashed by the tentacles, losing all its luster, and fell to the ground like broken copper and iron.

The silver-haired old man twitched at the corner of his eyes.

This is another great loss, and the repair of this shield will cost him 20,000 gold coins!

…12 hours.

Persevere for 12 hours, wait for the space cracks to heal, no nightmare monsters appear, the offensive and defensive alliance contract between yourself and the opponent is over.

Medea is changing.

As soon as the agreement with the alliance is over, I will try my best with Medea!

Must kill this guy!

The silver-haired old man gritted his teeth and rattled.

Even if it's for the Sword God's Follower Card with Six Reincarnations on him, we must kill him!

"What are you thinking?" Liu Ping asked.

The silver-haired old man took a sip from his wine glass, and said with grace:

"I didn't think about anything. I just felt that if we knew that the monster could not pass through the cracks in the space, we would not be disappointed by it, so that even the card wars would not be fun."

"Isn't it addictive?" Liu Ping asked.

"Of course, we originally gambled a lot of cards-now we have to stop." The silver-haired old man said with regret.

Liu Ping looked towards the void.

As the silver-haired old man said, the gap in space has reached its limit and will not continue to expand.

Right now, the other demons are already dead.

The only ones still alive are Medea, the silver-haired old man, and himself.

but-

This matter is not that simple.

The underground space of the nightmare world is no longer what it used to be.

All the humans surrounding the walls have turned into bones.

There was even a monster lurking, and was eventually led away by Li Changxue, Yana and Medea.

This proves that the place has fallen.

Nightmare monsters occupy the underground space hidden by humans!

Liu Ping couldn't help sighing.

What should we do now?

The human beings in the nightmare world have that ultimate opportunity—

"...Sometimes the history is messed up because something in the past is unresolved."

"Yes."

"This is our human opportunity?"

"We have prepared a thousand parallel worlds, but everything can only be activated once, but..." the old man said.

"What's the question?"

"Your level is only a'real person', you will undoubtedly lose if you enter it, and you are not qualified to use this opportunity..."

qualifications.

Liu Ping looked towards the void, and saw rows of burning small characters appearing there:

"You have created the'Gui Zang's Most Victorious Wu Ji Jing'."

"With this merit, you have allowed the vast number of six reincarnation sentient beings to obtain infinite benefits, which can be called a transcendent and sanctified existence."

"You have the title of saint: pre-tide icon."

Liu Ping clenched his fists.

I obtained that qualification, but the surviving human world of the nightmare layer was breached!

Now it has become a den of monsters.

As for that opportunity—

The only chance—

Maybe it's gone?

Liu Ping's thoughts turned, and suddenly he said, "No."

Thinking back carefully, that old voice has not changed, he is still there.

Just because he didn't have the Holy Spirit in him, he refused to give himself the opportunity.

That is to say—

Even if the entire hidden place of underground humans is captured, there are still survivors alive.

They are waiting for themselves!

Liu Ping closed his eyes and recalled the past scene again in his mind.

In the underground world of the nightmare level.

All the humans on the wall turned their heads and looked at themselves.

The woman choked with sobs: "Humans...humans...there is no way to go..."

Under the light of the fire, the whole world was silent.

On the wall, countless eyes gathered, all staring at herself and the woman.

What did you say at the time?

Say it yourself—

"It's okay. I'm here this time just to find a way. I hope you will give me this opportunity."

"You... the last ray of soul..." the woman looked at herself and said.

"Yeah, I seem to have died countless times. This is the last reincarnation, but what does it matter? After all, someone has to figure out a way—"

"Death, don't you?"

Then what?

The woman held up the torch and said loudly to everyone:

"He came for endless secrets, to defeat all monsters who want to eat our souls and enslave us. Please everyone to help him!"

Liu Ping suddenly opened his eyes.

Yes.

They are all helping themselves!

But now, their place has been captured by monsters.

"..."

Liu Ping silently patted the mask.

On the face of **** flashed endless vicious faces of ghosts and gods, constantly flashing, exchanging, and covering.

"Have you figured it out? If you want that ability, you will definitely face real danger. Maybe we can't save you."

A ghost and **** sounded from the mask.

Liu Ping was silent for a while, and then suddenly said: "Many people have helped me, and now it's time for me to help them-I hope I can save them in time."

The whispering ghosts and gods sounded in Liu Ping's ears:

"You have to think clearly."

"It's more dangerous over there than here."

"Nine dead for a lifetime."

"It's too difficult, it will definitely die."

"Don't bet your life..."

Liu Ping whispered, "I don't care about death."

The next moment.

The face of the evil spirit on the mask suddenly froze.

Lines of burning small prints appeared before Liu Ping's eyes:

"The gods of **** have given you a kind of ghost power:"

"Wall Splitting."

"Explanation: This is a space magical skill that can completely smash the barrier between two adjacent spaces."

"—It comes from a ghost next door surnamed Wang. It was consecrated by creating this technique, but because of its improper use, it could only suffer in hell."

Liu Ping stretched out his hand and pressed it in the void.

"Brothers, I know you are all strong, but can you give me a decent name next time?"

He said helplessly.

"Hmph, we only pay attention to the effect, we can't think of a stylish name!" The voice of the ghost sounded from the mask.

Liu Ping shrugged, and gently pushed his hand forward—

Ripples appeared in the void.

The next moment.

The silver-haired old man suddenly turned his head to look at him, and shouted in anger, "What are you doing!"

Liu Ping said, "I have a small plan."

As soon as the voice fell, I saw large swaths of the void, like broken glass pieces, falling to the ground.

The space has been opened up!

"Nightmare world! Damn it! Why do you have to drag me when you want to commit suicide!" The silver-haired old man felt like he was going crazy.

At almost the same time, Liu Ping turned into a scarlet skull.

He put on his nightmare embrace, and rushed toward the depths of the underground passage like an afterimage.

All the tentacles that came up along the way were slapped casually by him, and they were immediately isolated in other spaces, unable to touch him.

The goblin mask made a surprised sound:

"Huh? You seem to have pushed my wall splitting technique into a new category, which can be used to isolate the enemy."

"Teach you later." Liu Ping said.

"Why can you create magical skills based on mine?" the ghost asked in a puzzled way.

While speaking, Liu Ping had two short knives with a dim light in his hand.

The knife light flashed.

He turned into a whistling icy wind, blowing through the long corridor, and came to the end of the road.

All the tentacles were mutilated behind him.

"Because of the world's Taoism and all kinds of skills, there is nothing I don't know."

He rushed into a long distance like a blood line, and finally appeared on the edge of the cliff.

Below is a rushing river of blood.

In the river of blood, human corpses floated up and down, releasing spells from time to time and flying towards the shore.

Terran is at war with nightmare monsters!

Liuping lifted his spirits.

Sure enough, the people here are not dead!

The old man urged him to leave at the time, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com is also to protect itself.

His figure flashed, disappeared directly from the place, and appeared on a small island on the blood river.

"It's you?"

Several humans covered in blood said in surprise.

The old voice sounded at the same time: "Asshole boy, didn't I let you go? Why did you come back again?"

Liu Ping smiled and said, "I am not used to being protected. Let me kill the enemy."

A figure fell beside him.

The silver-haired old man.

He looked around with a gloomy face, and shouted in a low voice, "What is going on?"

Liu Ping smiled and said with a thumbs up: "According to the terms of the offensive and defensive alliance, when facing a critical situation, you are responsible for the offense, and I am responsible for the defense-let's go!"

The silver-haired old man twitched, and just about to refuse, Liu Ping suddenly whispered in his ear:

"To break the contract is to fall into Yongye. I happen to have a piece of Yongye's latest intelligence to tell you."

"What?" the silver-haired old man asked.

"Soon, Yong Ye will be overwhelmed by the nightmare tide." Liu Ping said.

The silver-haired old man was full of blue veins and his face changed again and again.

-If the other party is telling the truth, then you can't tear the contract at all.

Unless I want to go to the eternal night to find death!

"Just keep it for yourself. I won't be responsible if you get killed by a monster."

The silver-haired old man threw a word, and dashed into the frantically dancing tentacles on the opposite bank.

There is no way, you must attack, otherwise you will go to sleep forever.

Yong Ye is about to be submerged!

asshole.

What a bastard!

—Why is this! !

The silver-haired old man released all his anger in the spell.

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