Sometimes, Fang Leng felt that the Shadow Demon was just a stupid child with the same IQ as the demon basket, but when this suggestion was made, Fang Leng felt that she was still a little spiritual.

Because the shadow demon itself has no substance, and the demon basket is also a ghost, although it is a half-human, it can exist in a soul state.

Only Fang Leng can't.

Fang Leng couldn't give up his body.

If the soul escapes and the body remains, what is the difference between that and death?

"Well, if you can, you can get out of here first, and then find a way to save me!"

"Aren't you going with us?"

The demon basket was a little reluctant, from the time Fang Leng said that she would protect her, she unconsciously had a deep dependence on Fang Leng, so she didn't want to be separated from him now.

"Well, let's go, maybe, I'll have another way."

It's really not good, Fang Leng can continue to set fire, and it is okay to dismantle the house alone.

"But ......"

"No, let's see if we can get into this sword."

The Sword of Kings is not an ordinary sword, and I don't know if the Shadow Demon and the Demon Basket can attach to it.

"I'll try it first!"

The Shadow Demon volunteered and turned into a black shadow and approached the King's Sword, and when he touched the mist surrounding the King's Sword, he was instantly bounced away and let out a cry of pain.

"Wow, what kind of sword are you, it hurts."

Shadow Fiend took on a humanoid form again, and although she couldn't tell that she was hurt, since she said it hurt, she should have been hurt.

At the same time, Fang Leng also felt the idea from the King's Sword for the first time.

The artifact naturally has a spirit, but the spirituality of the King's Sword is not as good as the spirituality of the Changhong Sword, Fang Leng can only feel that it is expressing its resistance.

Also, Fang Leng tossed it so much before, and used it as a drill bit, thinking about it, it was also very aggrieved, but Fang Leng still reassured: "Now the situation is special, your master is in a desperate situation now, maybe you can only rely on them to go out first, can you cooperate?" ”

Fang Leng felt like he was coaxing a child, but the effect was good, the Sword of Kings was still relatively well-behaved, Fang Leng asked the Shadow Demon to try again, and the Shadow Demon really succeeded, and the Demon Basket hesitated for a while before the other party said coldly: "I will definitely come back to save you!" ”

Fang Leng looked at her two fists clenched in front of her chest, looking serious, and couldn't help but smile dumbly, and said, "Okay, I'm waiting for you here!" ”

Well, it's perfunctory like coaxing a child.

In fact, Fang Leng didn't expect them to come back to save him, but the demon basket had this heart, and Fang Leng already felt quite good.

At least, it wasn't in vain that he saved people.

The demon basket also entered the sword of the king, and the sword of the king at this time, the breath has also changed, in addition to the sharpness of the royal road that can be felt before, there is now more of a sense of erratia.

This is probably brought by the Shadow Demon and the Demon Basket.

Fang Leng stabbed his sword at the hole of the stairs, and sure enough, there was still no obstacle, and then, Fang Leng threw the king's sword down with all his strength.

Seeing the sword of the king disappear in front of his eyes, Fang Leng was stunned.

It was quiet here, and without the noise of the demon basket and the shadow demon, Fang Leng suddenly felt a little lonely.

In confined spaces, it does.

Fang Leng took out the Changhong Sword again, and the Changhong Sword shook for a while, and actually gave Fang Leng some feedback.

"Familiar feeling, this is the forbidden art of the gods."

Fang Leng translated Changhong Sword's idea in his heart, almost expressing this meaning, thinking about it, when he saw that senior at the bottom of the sea, he was also banned, and he couldn't escape if he cultivated so high, Fang Leng felt that he was a little bad.

Is it because he often sets fire to the mountain, so he has to sit in prison?

Fang Leng tried, but the Changhong Sword couldn't pierce that layer of air, and even the World Destroying Red Lotus couldn't penetrate it.

Only the King's Sword with the attribute of piercing everything could pass through, that is to say, Fang Leng couldn't even escape with his divine soul.

But he didn't think about this, but he just cut off the road himself.

It's better to die than to live, everyone will have it, so Fang Leng forcibly forced himself to give up this path, he was afraid that after he had been locked up for a long time, he would not be able to help but give up his body.

Now Fang Leng is in ruins.

And in addition to setting fire, Fang Leng also tried other spells, lightning splitting, flooding, wind blowing, and finally came a land of annihilation, all useless, Fang Leng's mentality collapsed a little, and he didn't know what trick he used, and the chaos mixed into the five spirits in his body came out of his body.

Where the cloudy white light passed, the golden runes became dim and no longer bright, and Fang Leng's eyes suddenly lit up.

Sure enough, mess around and get rich!

A single Five Spirits of Destruction are useless, but the combined Five Spirits of Destruction can destroy the runes of the gods.

Finding a way, Fang Leng became a stuccoster, the walls and ceilings of this space were all golden runes, what Fang Leng had to do was to use his chaotic power to paint these runes clean.

With Bentou, he is not tired of work, and at this time, the sword of the king, carrying the shadow demon and the demon basket, came to the eighth floor of the lock demon tower.

The King's Sword shone brightly and circled around the eighth layer, successfully found the exit, and then passed through it again, reaching the seventh layer.

The two big demons living on the eighth floor were stunned when they saw this scene.

Staying too long and getting delusions? A sword flew over just now?

"I must have been locked up for too long and hallucinated!"

"That's right, it's the ninth layer above, and the forbidden art is even more terrifying, it's been so long, it's amazing to survive, how can you still have the strength to leave."

"Speaking of which, we don't know how long it will last."

"Don't care about that, as long as we are together, life and death, there is no point."

There is a saying that a mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, unless a male and a female, two on the eighth floor, are a husband and wife.

The male is a locust tree, and the female is also a locust tree.

At this time, the old couple who were in love were about to do something embarrassing, and after turning into human form, their behavior was no different from that of humans, after all, being idle was idle, but at this time, there was a sound of knocking above their heads.

"I'm afraid I didn't really hit a ghost today!"

"Is the demon of the ninth layer about to be born?"

I don't know how long the years have passed, the two of them have never heard a movement from above, this is not a famous building after all, what is going on above, you can know it below, and it is equivalent to a different world across a layer.

But now, they seem to be back in the same world.

"Boom!"

The sound became louder and louder, and the two locust tree demons looked up at their heads, and the golden runes above their heads kept flickering, and the speed of flickering became faster and faster, and finally burst into pieces. At the same time, a crack appeared in the top of their heads.

Immediately after, countless stones shattered, and a man with a spear in his hand pierced a hole.

The locust tree and his wife were stunned, I'll go for it, the big guy on the ninth floor is awesome!