Xing Bing specially selected a place where no one was.

This was a dark forest. After looking around, cold sweat suddenly oozed from Fan Liu's forehead, and his hand holding the corpse pot tightened involuntarily.

"Fan Liu, you are a smart person, hand over the corpse pot!"

Seeing that Fan Liu was scared, Xing Bing's face shook slightly, and she grinned twice, her tone was unquestionable.

"Senior Brother Xing, can you leave some for me? I only need this pot to make up enough contribution value for the sect..." At this point, Fan Liu suddenly stopped because he saw a trace of cold light in Xing Bing's eyes.

Fan Liu secretly regretted that he shouldn't have revealed the truth.

There are no particularly rigid rules in the Earth Corpse Sect, and even the same sects are acquiesced. As long as you are strong enough, you can kill people, but the premise is that you can guarantee that you can continue to survive after killing people. The disciples in the Earth Corpse Sect have all the magical powers, and no one knows who the next person who dies will be.

This time, if Fan Liu successfully collects all the contribution points, he can get the opportunity to enter the Wanzi Cave. After coming out, his magical powers will naturally increase greatly. Xing Bing bullies Fan Liu and others a lot on weekdays, so he naturally would not hope that Fan Liu would have a day to make a comeback.

This is the evil man, with a strong jealousy.

"Give it all!"

Xing Bing's eyes were like a knife and threatened.

Fan Liu has not moved for a long time, but his heart is fighting with the gods and gods. If he handed over the corpse pot, the task will naturally not be completed and he may be pushed out to feed the zombies. If he doesn't hand over, Xing Bing is definitely not a good person, and he will probably take action to rob.

All the people are dead!

A trace of determination flashed in Fan Liu's eyes!

Taking advantage of Xing Bing's inattention, he opened his mouth and spit out a black bone knife, shooting directly into Xing Bing's throat.

Fan Liu fought for luck and his own fate! If he won, he would be smooth all the way in the future. If he lost, he would be a death fate.

However, Fan Liu's strength is only at the eighth level of the Fan Gang Realm, and there is too much difference between Xing Bing, who has a tenth level of the Fan Gang Realm and also has a natal corpse.

Xing Bing did not expect Fan Liu to take action suddenly because he decided that Fan Liu did not dare.

However, even though the bone knife entered his throat, Xing Bing's eyes did not blink, but looked at Fan Liu with a fierce expression, and reached out to pull out the bone knife that pierced into his throat little by little.

"The knife is good, but it's a pity that you can't kill me!"

The bone knife was pulled out. Moreover, there was also a hole in the neck, but there was no blood flowing out of the wound, and it was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"this…"

Fan Liu was a little shocked. Obviously, he did not expect such a situation.

"Is it my natal corpse?"

Xing Bing laughed loudly, with a fierce look on his face. When he exerted force on his hand, the bone knife "clicked" and was broken by a huge force. Fan Liu, who had a trace of mental connection with the bone knife, immediately vomited a mouthful of blood.

"You guessed it right. My natal corpse is a mysterious half-life demon corpse. If you want to kill me, hehe, it's not that easy!"

After the defeat failed, Fan Liu seemed to have accepted his fate, but the desire to survive was still there, and he asked hard: "Senior brother, please, let me go once!"

Fan Liu believed that his strength was not good, so he was no match for Xing Bing at all. In order to survive, he could only beg again. However, in the corpse sect, weakness means being bullied and exploited more severely.

Xing Bing smiled, his smile was very evil and cruel.

He enjoys this feeling, enjoys the pleasure of manipulating others' life and death, and letting them beg for their own pleasure.

"Next time I reincarnate, remember not to enter this door. You have the ruthlessness, but it is not cruel enough!" As he said that, Xing Bing's right arm suddenly turned black, and in Fan Liu's horrified gaze, it turned into a horny hand full of scales. After it quickly stretched and grew, it turned into a super big claw with a strange shape, and grabbed Fan Liu like a covertle.

"Corpse scales!"

Xing Bing was bound to win this claw, but he obviously underestimated Fan Liu's desire to survive. In a moment of despair, Fan Liuyi was cruel and threw the corpse pot tightly in his hand at Xing Bing.

With a "bang", the corpse pot shattered when it hit the corpse scales.

The thick black air flashed, and more than 300 corpses contained in the pot appeared out of thin air like a pile of hills, pressing Xing Bing into the pile of corpses. At the same time, Fan Liu did not retreat but advanced, picked up the bone knife on the ground, rushed forward, and slashed at Xing Bing's position in the pile of corpses with one knife.

One knife after another, Fan Liu used all his strength and all his mysterious energy. He didn't know whether he was cutting down the body or Xing Bing. Anyway, if he wanted to survive, he had to chop all the things in front of him into meat sauce!

Only when Xing Bing dies will he have a chance to survive!

Blood and sweat intertwined Fan Liu's face, holding the broken knife's hand, the tiger's mouth cracked.

Countless broken limbs, broken flesh flew up, and blood was everywhere in the sky.

Fan Liu was also covered in blood.

Finally, with a "click" sound, the knife was stuck in the bone. Immediately after a low roar, the pile of bones and flesh was shaken away in pieces, and Xing Bing walked out of the pile of corpses with scars on his body.

Xing Bing was not dead, but his image was much more terrifying.

Even half of his head was almost cut off by a bone knife. The broken bone knife was stuck on his head, but even so, he was still not dead.

Fan Liu is desperate!

The mysterious energy was exhausted and all the methods were used up, but Xing Bing was still alive!

Watching Xing Bing walk towards him step by step, Fan Liu finally collapsed on the ground powerlessly.

He could imagine how painful it was when the latter reached out to twist his head. Even the crazy Xing Bing might have eaten himself raw to make up for the physical trauma...

"Little bastard, you deserve to die!"

Xing Bing was really crazy. Unexpectedly, he was forced to this point by Fan Liu. If it weren't for the extraordinary magical power of his natal corpse, he would have died twice now.

He raised the corpse scales, pinched Fan Liu's head, lifted it up, and carried it in front of him.

Xing Bing laughed wildly.

"Little bastard, I'll die in my hands!"

After saying that, Xing Bing exerted force on his hand.

But just as Xing Bing was proud and Fan Liu closed his eyes in despair, a very tiny black snake crawled into Xing Bing's cracked back of his head.

Xing Bing only felt a headache and completely lost consciousness.

He pinched Fan Liu's hand and stopped in the air.

After a long time, Fan Liu, who did not feel the pain, opened his eyes blankly and looked at Xing Bing with wide eyes in confusion, not knowing what was going on.

"Can you be saved? Don't you have to die?"

But just as Fan Liu secretly squeezed a cold sweat for him, he suddenly found that Xing Bing's eyes, which had originally dim, suddenly turned twice and locked his eyes on him again.

"Guru!"
Chapter completed!