The woman's face appeared in the cup, looking at Fang Zheng calmly.

Fang Zheng's face was also calm.

Innate Divine Gang!

The powerful true energy in the body brings up the scorching temperature along the palm of your hand, and instantly burns the glass in your hand red, and the water in the cup boils directly and boils.

As the water boiled and stirred violent ripples, the woman's face in the cup disappeared in an instant.

It was directly boiled by Fang Zheng's pure yang true energy.

"Is it just killing it so easily?"

But Fang Zheng’s human skin scriptures did not react at all.

Thinking about the difficulty of the dead-headed woman in the water prison world, Fang Zheng frowned. He felt that this matter could never be so simple.

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng lowered his head.

Looking at the water cup where the woman's face had disappeared.

He finally didn't have the courage to drink this glass of water.

Then he put down the water cup in his hand.

Unless he is sick, he will drink this glass of ghost water!

If the glass of water he drank grows a little girl in his body? Or if the black hair grew from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and died of suffocation, who will be responsible for him?

After putting down the water cup in his hand, Fang Zheng couldn't help but think about the situation in front of him.

Walking through things in the dark and running to the outside world made him feel a little crisis.

Only genius knows whether the decapitated woman will rekindle?

However, Fang Zheng couldn't understand it at all.

The dead-headed woman has long been destroyed in history and does not exist. All the ghosts seen in the darkness are nothing more than scenes seen in her life, which reappeared by the ancient resentment. How did he be entangled by the ancient resentment?

Is it because there are too many yin in the same spiritual world?

Are you more or less exposed to some special aura?

Just when Fang Zheng was planning to find Chuanpuyang to discuss countermeasures together, he found that the clothes, Chuanpuyang and Xiao Hei, who were originally in the living room, were all gone.

Fang Zheng's heart immediately sank.

The whole house was empty.

He was the only one left.

After searching the house, Fang Zheng couldn't find it. Just then, a sudden sound rang out.

"The immortals and Buddhas have not yet achieved each other, and only know that the night is not peaceful..."

"Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, life and death have a life and death. No matter how brilliant it is, it is just a piece of loess and a handful of blue gray..."

"The scholar is useless..."

This sound...

It was the sound of the hunchbacked old man in the dungeon who played the update!

Fang Zheng's face changed.

He immediately had a very bad premonition in his heart.

The next second, Fang Zheng didn't think about it, and the man rushed to the entrance! Because the sound of the call came through from outside the security door of his home!

result!

Fangzheng's palm just touched the door handle of the security door. As soon as he pushed open the door, his vision changed, and the corridor outside the door turned into a dungeon aisle.

He was not standing in the corridor of the community, but in a dark and humid cell.

He was originally rushing to the entrance and grabbing the door handle, but now he was standing behind the iron railing of the cell, with one of his hands holding a cold and humid iron rod.

Looking at the scene in front of you.

A strange color appeared on Fang Zheng's eyes.

It seems that the dead-headed woman is just a wedge. Before she can go to the Yin state, she is directly pulled into the spiritual world of the dead.

This has never happened in the past.

"Is it really because I repeat too much yin, which makes me feel resentful?"

The scientific explanation is that if there is too much friction, the screwdriver can also be magnetized.

At this time, the singing strange tone sounded closer to the Fangzheng cage, and then a hunchbacked old man approached with one hand and knocked the gong with the other.

"The coffin in the world is seven feet three, today on June 6, only six feet six... parts that exceed six feet six inches can be eaten, and can be eaten... No, the more you say, the hurried, so hungry, so hungry..."

Bar, bar.

The hunchbacked old man said, his mouth drooling, like a starving ghost.

A few minutes...

As a ray of ordinary soul energy rises and is absorbed by human skin scriptures, in a messy dungeon, the hunchbacked old man was killed into pieces by a hammered demon ape with a disgusting face.

Then next, the ordinary soul energy from the scholar +1.

Ordinary soul energy from the woman in red umbrella +1.

...

After catching more than a dozen strands of ordinary soul energy, Fang Zheng, who was like the Ancestral Demon Ape, finally killed him to the four-sided pool again.

The pool water is still the same.

Cold.

Dark.

Deep.

It is like a dark abyss that can devour people's souls and cannot see the bottom.

But the next moment!

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

The demon ape's huge feet fell to the ground, and with a majestic back, he left without looking back.

There was no water down the pond.

Since it is not necessary to do something, Fang Zheng naturally won’t do anything unsure. He plans to test whether he can quit safely!

...

...

It's still the familiar bedroom.

Familiar bed, pulled curtains, familiar bedroom layout.

When Fang Zheng followed the previous method and withdrew from the spiritual world of the dungeon, he found that he was still in the bedroom and still practicing cross-sitting position.

Then, the man walked downstairs to the window, and with a whistle, he opened the curtains.

Paint...

It was raining outside the window.

Founder has been more careful this time and has visualized the Demon Ape Picture in his mind several times, but this time he has never seen the Demon Ape's transformation again.

After one or two minutes.

Founder finally convinced.

He has indeed withdrawn from the spiritual world this time, and man is indeed in reality.

However, being plagued by resentment this time may not be all bad things. You must be optimistic. This time, you can say that you have mixed joys and sorrows.

At least he doesn't need to go to the dark world, he can also enter the ancient resentment spiritual world and gain soul energy...

I just don't know if the number of times will be frequent?

Can it be reused?

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng walked out of the bedroom and immediately went to the living room to give himself a glass of water. As a result, nothing happened this time.

Well.

Fang Zheng uh, but for some reason, he felt a little regretful.

What a hell of a pity!

However, as soon as Fang Zheng walked out of the bedroom, he welcomed the complaints of Chuanpuyang. Xiao Heiru looked at the stick.

"Sheep herding kid, are you hiding in the bedroom and eating alone? If you didn't let us enter your bedroom, I, the old sheep, would have slapped the door with two hooves and rushed in to catch people and stolen stolen long ago."

"Sheep grinding kids, it's raining heavily outside today. Is it necessary to go to the old street diligently today? When it's raining, do you know what the first thing I, the old sheep thinks of?"
To be continued...