When fighting with the skeleton soldiers, Zhang Xi used a finger knife formed by the index and middle fingers together to face the black giant crocodile, especially when facing the oil bubbles that would trigger his not very good emotions, his expression gradually began to become ferocious.

He can recall not too much about the day, and try to avoid recalling the unpleasantness of that day, causing his own unnecessary emotional fluctuations.

He doesn't want to be affected by too much emotion.

Emotions do not have much effect on him now, except to waste time and affect his mood.

Talents with strength deserve emotions.

He has nothing.

He doesn't deserve emotions.

If you don’t have the strength to lose your temper, and if you don’t have the strength to have emotions, it does not mean you have no emotions.

At an extreme time, in a scene that would offend emotions, Zhang Xi's blood completely boiled.

He has no cultivation.

But he has this hard body.

He himself is the hardest and sharpest weapon.

How could I do the same tricks for him again?

He regarded those bubbles as Huang Tianyun's space field, and he waved his hands to sprint towards Huang Tianyun.

The black giant crocodile had already turned into Huang Tianyun in his eyes.

He kicked his feet on the ground, and with the torque of his body, he forced himself to rotate continuously in the air, and followed his twisting force to continuously speed up his sprint forward.

He couldn't use the Feng method, so he made himself a Feng method, using himself as a prop, transformed into a human-shaped tornado, ignoring the hot and tumbling oil bubbles, and pointed directly at the black giant crocodile.

His body has lost the perception of pain, and he has a certain degree of confidence in his new body bone.

It can't be considered as self-confidence either.

He was holding his breath in his heart.

It's anger that never gives up.

Even if he has no cultivation, he still wants to fight for this breath!

When the anger comes to my heart, I can't think so much.

Even if he is crushed to pieces? Only when he gets crushed to pieces will he know whether he will regret it.

At high speed, his speed and his fingernails almost made the oil bubbles burst in an instant when they touched.

A lot of oil stains sprinkled on Zhang Xi in the rotation. Zhang Xi was like a small tornado. Oil stains stained his body and was splashed by his high-speed rotation and splashed to the side, unable to have too much residue on his body.

The clothes on his body had already shedded when he was molting. The oil spot that was thrown out just as soon as it was stained could hardly stay on his body for too much time, and it was fleeting.

The target Zhang Xi was aiming at was not the shell of the black giant crocodile. He rushed in at the big mouth that opened the black giant crocodile.

He had his own judgment that since the black giant crocodile could survive in the oil pan, its outer skin must be solid, and even it could spit out oil bubbles from its mouth, indicating that it had become more powerful from the inside and outside.

It can only be said that relatively speaking, the inside is softer than the outside, and it is the only place where he can do his homework.

"hold head high!"

The moment Zhang Xi crawled into the big mouth of the black giant crocodile, the black giant crocodile decisively closed its mouth and locked Zhang Xi into his big mouth.

"out!"

The moment he closed his mouth, Zhang Xi stopped hiding and summoned the puppet guards one by one. Ten puppet armor guards, plus him, stabbed sharply in a different direction.

There was nothing too special about Zhang Xi's flesh and blood. In addition to being a little harder, he also used a pointed nail. Its aggressiveness was slightly inferior to the iron armored guards whose skin had undergone special treatment.

He used his ten fingers to pierce a piece of skin in the black giant crocodile's body, and pulled the broken flesh into its digestive tract.

Like Zhang Xi, the ten puppet guards also rushed into the inside of the black giant crocodile with the tip of their hands.

Their body skin has been specially treated and burns upon touch.

Even Zhang Xi, who had not prepared in advance and put on grass gloves, would have burned into black ashes in a very short time.

He controlled ten iron-armored guards to keep pulling his hands into the flesh of the black giant crocodile.

"Sizi"

First, some sound of fried oil appeared, and then the dirty meat of the black giant crocodile began to catch fire.

"Boom", "Boom", "Boom"

Balls of charred flames ignited inside the body of the black giant crocodile. The skin guarded by the puppet was made of. It could quickly catch fire and burn even in a closed space without much air.

The oil in the oil pan also becomes a combustion aid.

The black giant crocodile is used to the boiling hot oil in the high temperature, but it cannot resist the scorching flames to swallow its body little by little from inside.

Not long after, Zhang Xi saw the light again.

He stood there without too many movements, and the flames would not have any impact on him. Therefore, he stood above the black giant crocodile's tongue, watching the giant burn out bit by bit, slowly allowing himself to see the light of day again.

"What other means do I have to use it as soon as possible? My time is very precious." Zhang Xi began to burn a large area of ​​the black giant crocodile, and the skin burned out of the holes could not block the internal situation, and he began to retract the puppet guards one by one into the storage ring.

On this eighteenth floor, I don’t know if it is these people who are artificially controlled or if it is the case itself.

If you can be less exposed, you will be less exposed.

The fires he was mistaken for were made by himself, which made the controller more afraid of him and facilitated him to face the next challenge.

Oil pan.

Skeleton soldier.

Black giant crocodile.

He didn't see the exit, nor did he know how to return to the seventeenth floor.

The black giant crocodile should not be the end, and the oil pan should not be the end.

From the darkness, two tall and thin figures walked out.

Two people with a slightly deformed appearance, one with black body and the other with white body walked out. In their hands, they each walked out slowly with a mourning stick of the same color as their clothes.

There are a string of bells tied to each mourning stick. When the white bell rings, the black bells will also ring. When the black bells ring, the white bells that are not shaken will also ring.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding

With the sound of the bell, the two people kept approaching Zhang Xi.

"Black and White Impermanence? Is it possible that the legendary hell is here? Some seniors came here, experienced the situation here, and took it out after they figured it out?"

Zhang Xi looked at the two men in front of him who could not be judged by normal human form at all. Every time the shaking bell sounded, it seemed that their soul would tremble.

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