Pseudo master, she just wants to live

As the dark wind surged, the overlapping stone forest suddenly became distorted.

Just then it was clear that the stone pillar three feet away suddenly jumped in front of Fang Yao's eyes, and she quickly retracted her raised foot, but stepped into a wet pothole.

The sudden loss of balance made Fang Yao's body fall forward involuntarily!

Her reaction was quick, she stretched out her hand immediately, and Fan Chen also quickly stretched out his arm, pulling her back into his arms, "Be careful, there is a problem!"

Fang Yao stood firm, shook her head again, and couldn't help screaming.

The terrain in the dark cave is complex and weird. In this case, even if people walking together are not careful, they may get lost.

At this moment, she recognized that the faint black mist floating in the cave was the strange mist she encountered just now when she descended into the Tiankeng.

The fog drifts, and the scenery in the eyes will change accordingly. The stone pillars, intersections, and puddles seem to have changed positions.

The road in front of me is false and real, and it is becoming more and more difficult to distinguish the truth from the false!

Fang Yao was about to tell everyone to be careful, when there was a scream from behind, and the tight hemp rope in her hand was suddenly loosened!
Before she could turn around in time, a light green shadow flashed past in the shadow three feet away from the corner of her eye!

"She is coming!"

Fan Chen also noticed the abnormality, raised his long sword, stood next to Fang Yao, squinted his eyes, and looked around cautiously.

There were very slight rustlings all around.

That is the gnats and centipedes in the low-lying and damp rock walls, waving their slender legs, and quickly jumping into the crevices of the rocks.

Something was approaching, and the air lingered with a damp and stench, as well as a strong smell of blood.

Fang Yao's heart was beating faster, and the mask on her face was shining with golden light.

However, she couldn't hear any abnormal heartbeat or breathing!

She stared at the place where the green shadow flashed past, and her right hand holding Shang Fang's sword was slightly sweating.

Suddenly, Ah Wu and the others hurriedly whispered from behind, Fang Yao's heart skipped a beat, before she could turn around, a dark red shadow jumped out of Xiu Ran behind the stone pillar two feet away on the right!
"bass!"

Fan Chen didn't even look at it, his left hand moved slightly, and three iron leaf darts flashed out along with a foul-smelling dark wind, directly hitting the huge shadow that was attacking Fang Yao!

"call……"

The guy opened his mouth wide, his jaw was pierced by the iron leaf dart, bloody saliva flowed out, he roared angrily, kicked his scaly legs hard, and continued to pounce on him!

Fang Yao and Fan Chen raised their swords to meet him at the same time.

"hiss……"

Fang Yao's eyes narrowed slightly, and the sword stabbed in her hand pierced through the plague monster's neck without hindrance!

No blood, no scars!

Her heart skipped a beat, and she immediately realized that the terrifying plague monster in front of her was just a phantom!

The next moment, a fierce wind hit.

The sharp claws that really smelled of blood were already close at hand, less than five inches away from her head!

Fang Yao hurriedly turned her head away, and Fan Chen quickly retreated with his arms around her shoulders.

The gust of wind brushed past her ears, the mask emitted a hot golden light, and the sharp claws faintly emitted a trace of water vapor!
Seeing that big claw hooked back towards her head again, the sword light flashed beside her, and there was only a "呲", the sound of flesh and blood being pierced.

Fan Chen chopped off the plague demon's two sharp claws, which were the size of a bear's paw, and fell to the ground, followed by another kick, kicking it a foot away!
"Bam—"

The plague demon hit a group of stone pillars and made a dull sound.

Only then did Fang Yao see clearly that the Plague Demon was one foot tall, his body was covered with large and small pus blisters, his wide open mouth was full of sharp fangs like sawtooth, and there were a few strands of broken brocade hanging from his shoulders. Silk strips.

Fang Yao and Fan Chen couldn't help but glanced at each other, and recognized that this pustule was the head of the Golden Pavilion who died on the altar earlier!
The other party's two slender eyes were very dark red, with a familiar yet unfamiliar light shining inside!

"Ha... hiss, you are also... my kind..."