Even if you break your neck.

But the girl's expectant eyes that longed for the teacher's approval still did not change, and she still stared in the direction of Fangzheng.

That is the direction where the teacher stood during her lifetime.

Fang Zheng didn't say anything.

He was curiously looking at the dance room.

"Is it another underworld weapon?"

"Is this a memory replay of the ghost spirit of the underworld? Or am I being pulled into the spiritual world by the ghost spirit?"

Fang Zheng began to walk around curiously in the dance room.

The young girl who fell to the ground and broke her neck looked forward to her eyes, and she also turned strangely, staring at Fang Zheng tightly without leaving Fang Zheng's body.

If the eyes that are eager for encouragement and praise appear on living people, it is understandable and can win a lot of sympathy.

But it makes people feel a little chill when they appear on the dead man who broke his neck.

Rush rust...

The nails and white socks were gently rubbed on the smooth wooden boards in the dance room, making a slight sound.

The girl who broke her neck without the recognition and praise of the "teacher" for a long time began to get up from the ground, and she repeated the previous dance.

only.

Because of the broken neck.

Her face was facing the back and the back of her head was facing the front chest. This was the real "turning around". Her picture was dancing strangely, but because her face was behind and her hands and feet were facing forward, her dancing posture was extremely inconsistent.

Click!

Click!

The dancing young girl began to cruelly break her hands and feet joints. Finally, her hands and feet turned around, and finally she turned to the same direction as her face.

The girl became happier and happier the more she jumped.

His eyes were staring at his "teacher".

The expectant eyes that long for praise and recognition are becoming more and more fanatical and crazy, and are almost like a pathological persistence.

"Everyone hopes that their hard work and sweat will be recognized by the people around them, and they are eager to stand under the spotlight and become the focus of all applause."

"You just want to get a simple praise from your teacher, which will be the motivation and encouragement you will continue to move forward."

A vague figure of a man pushed open the soundproofing door of the dance room. He was tall and stood at the door like a black tower blocking the entire door.

Bringing a sense of oppression.

And under the incandescent lamp above his head, he casts a long shadow into the old dance room.

His voice continued.

"But why is it so difficult for a teacher to praise?"

"Is it because you didn't work hard enough?"

"You know very well that you work harder than anyone else, work hard and dedicate every night, and persevere day by day, you are like a lost boat that loses the goal of progress in the ocean. You are eager for the encouragement from the outside world to regain the hope of progress."

"But in this world, no one applauds you, no one praises you. You are dead, and no one applauds you."

"It's because of the indifference, stinginess and prejudice of this world."

"Are you dissatisfied?"

"Do you blame the injustice of this world?"

"Do you complain about your lack of appreciation for your talent?"

"Are you jealous?"

"I can give you a chance to stand up and dance again. On that stage, you will have countless audiences and applause..."

The dancing girl with hands and feet reversal was not praised for a long time. The desire and hope in her eyes began to be swallowed up by the negative emotions in her heart. In the end, only resentment was left in her eyes.

Her hands and feet were reversed from strange angles, and she changed her expectant gaze, and changed her resentful gaze. She stared at her "teacher", while continuing to dance, while staring at the "teacher".

Getting closer and closer to "teacher".

Spiritual martial arts!

Demon Ape View!

Spiritual weapon!

Here it is!

A blue lightning slashed through the darkness, like a thunderbolt from the sky, exploded into Jiuyou. Peng! Peng! Peng! Peng! The floor-to-ceiling mirrors on the four walls in the dance room could not withstand the domineeringness of the sword light, and the blazing aura exploded into pieces.

Puchi!

The girl with the reversal of her hands and feet was split into two pieces by a spiritual weapon from the middle of her body.

Take action as soon as you say it.

Without any delay.

Ziziz!

The wounds that were split vertically, like paper scraps burning, peeling off, falling off pieces of black ash like paper scraps, preventing the ghost from re-blocking and recovering.

The girl struggled in pain and roared.

The resentment made her desperately pounce on the Ancestral Demon Ape standing with a knife, regardless of the situation.

A fire tree behind the demon ape is burning.

Just like the hottest torch in the world.

The demon ape pulled up a green onion, and the fire tree behind him directly suppressed half of the woman's body.

Then he slashed out with a backhand.

Puchi!

The spiritual weapon accurately nailed the other half of the woman's body to the ground.

Half of the woman's body was roaring in pain on the ground. She tried to raise her hand to pull out the knife, but when the wound and the skin on her hands touched the blade, there were ashes like paper scraps, and pieces of black and gray fell off.

As for the body of the other woman, she was suppressed by the fire tree not far away, and was burned to the darkness of the red flame aura on the fire tree.

The red flame aura on this fire tree is not empty.

Instead, I am standing by the noon every day when the yang pole and Yin are born, practicing diligently and keeping my practice.

The lonely yin does not grow, and the lonely yang does not grow.

Only at noon can the human ghost absorb the yang fire and create the red sun soul.

The foundation of this fire tree is the red sun aura contaminated by Fang Zheng’s soul.

The demon ape approached half of the woman's body that was nailed to the ground by a machete, and held the handle of the knife. Here!

Blue arc burst.

A sword light twitched.

The woman's body on the ground was completely strangled into black and gray, under the blue arc, bang!

It was blown into dark and gray.

Green special soul energy from model doll +1.

This time, the evil spirit of the underworld weapon is the easiest to kill among the three underworld weapons.

Under the constant stimulation of the underwater dungeon, Fang Zheng devoted all his energy. Even he didn't know how strong his soul cultivation was.

In particular, he also has a spiritual weapon that is made of a coffin board for the tomb guardian.

At least the ordinary night tour level cannot withstand his sword.

The attack method of dragging the human soul into the spiritual world in front of you is tantamount to suicide in front of you.

As Fang Zheng killed the evil spirit of the underworld, the spiritual world in front of him disappeared, and Fang Zheng found that dozens of model dolls in front of him had disappeared.

Only one underworld vehicle was left on the ground.

It was a model figure.

Fang Zhengzhen's qi was poured into the ghost head knife, and the red sword light burned the model doll on the ground. Although the resentful spirit was dead, it would not fall into the hands of people with ulterior motives again.

But just when Fang Zheng had just dealt with the underworld weapon, suddenly, a pillar of fire suddenly exploded under the night sky.

The raging fire directly reflected half of the night sky, like blood dyeing the sky red, scarlet and terrifying.

boom!

boom!

Two pillars of fire burst into the sky, and under the raging fire, it seemed to be shaking and the mountains were trembling.

The power is terrifying!

The earth shakes!
Chapter completed!