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The solidity of the square space was completely beyond Xia Qi's expectations, and with the violent shaking of the space, the outer walls around it had also become fiery red.

Xia Qi didn't dare to imagine what kind of fate he would end up with if he just let the square space explode like this.

Thinking about it, even if he had ghost armor to protect himself, he was afraid that he would not be able to escape the fate of being blown to pieces.

Although he had already predicted his fate next, Xia Qi couldn't find a solution to the problem except for being in a hurry.

How much longer can he hold out here, 10 minutes? 5 minutes? Or less.

Xia Qi was not panicked by the imminence of death, in fact, similar to the situation in front of him, he didn't know how many times he had experienced it since he entered the underworld.

Therefore, he knows very well that the more he reaches this life-and-death juncture, the more he needs to be calm, because blindly panicking will not solve any problem at all except making him more desperate.

As soon as he sat on the ground, the cold sweat on Xia Qi's face began to slide down his cheeks.

Pure power attack, he has already tried it, there is no way to break the barrier of the square space, if he relies on his ability, he can try to use the devouring ability of the ghost baby to swallow the entire space.

But no one can be sure that after the square space is swallowed by him, it will explode in his body, in which case he will be even more dead.

He didn't dare to use the ability, brute force didn't work, and after thinking about it, even Xia Qi, who had always been optimistic, felt that he was really hung up this time.

However, this desperate thought is only fleeting, and others may give up, but he Xia Qi will never let go of even the slightest chance to live.

Since the ability can't be used, and it can't be relied on brute force, then he's like the cold moon and their spell owners, using ghost magic to blast open the square space that sealed him!

He had never performed ghost arts, and all his knowledge of ghost arts came from Wu Di's explanations.

If you want to perform ghost magic, you need not only black liquid as support, but also a ghost soldier who can perform ghost magic.

His original idea was to wait for the opportunity to get stumps from the ghost creatures to make them into ghost soldiers, but for now, he obviously had to fight his own body.

Xia Qi is not an indecisive person, and it has always been his only rule to do things when he thinks of it.

Although what he wanted to do was a bit cruel to himself, he had no choice now in order to survive, in order to be able to get the slightest chance to blast through the square space.

Standing up from the ground, Xia Qi took out a bottle of recovery potion from his pocket and held it tightly in his hand, after which he took a deep breath, a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and he withdrew the ghost armor that was protecting the lower part of his chest, and then stabbed it fiercely with ghost claws like sharp knives.

Blood oozed from the wound in large patches, and Xia Qi endured the severe pain, screamed and grabbed a rib, and then jerked it out of his body.

The wound was enlarged again, blood splattered out directly, Xia Qi's body stumbled and fell directly to the ground, and most of the strength in his body was instantly drained.

Not daring to delay, he hurriedly raised his somewhat stiff arm, poured the recovery potion he had prepared before into his mouth, and swallowed it with great difficulty.

With the entry of the recovery potion, the wound on Xia Qi's body was recovering extremely quickly, and it was not until he drank another bottle of the recovery potion that he stood up again.

Picking up the blood-stained ribs on the ground, Xia Qi began to extract the black liquid from his body.

The black liquid was drained out of his body like a drain, and in a short time, it was completely encased in his ribs.

In the process, he only felt that the rib, which was still a little warm, was getting colder and colder, and as the black liquid continued to wrap, the shape of the rib was gradually changing, and the whole body was as black as ink, and it was slowly shaking without the control of Xia Qi.

Xia Qi didn't know if this so-called ghost soldier had already become, but thinking that he could control the black liquid, he tried to make the black liquid turn into a sword shape.

In a few breaths, the rib that originally looked like a burnt black wooden stick turned into a dagger about 30 centimeters long.

Holding the ghost soldier transformed from his ribs tightly, Xia Qi didn't have any surprises in his heart, only the determination to bet all his hopes on it.

If it is, he will have a chance to escape, and if it doesn't, he will die here.

He had nothing else to do but take it all in.

The ghost energy that Xia Qi obtained when he was strengthened last time, because he wanted to try ghost arts, so he never compressed it, and this is when it comes in handy.

Because the release of ghost magic, to put it bluntly, is a process of releasing ghost energy, which is no different from the magic owners who release spells and rely on mana.

Although he had no experience in performing ghost arts, and he had never practiced it before, Xia Qi felt inexplicably familiar, as if the casting of ghost magic was an innate instinct at all.

Injected all the ghost qi in his body into the ghost soldier's short dagger without reservation, and saw that the short dagger, which was originally only a palm's length, suddenly skyrocketed to a length of a few catties and one meter, as if it had changed from a short dagger to a short sword.

Around the blade, countless red cyclones were formed, and after these red cyclones appeared, they were connected to each other, faintly giving birth to electric light flowing, and suddenly became heavy and abnormal.

Xia Qi held a black short sword with a flash of lightning in his hand, and the skeleton ghost armor around his body emitted a faint black light, and the purple in his eyes became even more intense, so he slowly raised the black short sword in his hand and slashed towards the barrier at one end of the square space.

Two terrifying beams of light, one red and one white, came out of the black short sword, and then the two merged into one surrounded by purple lightning, accompanied by a roar like a sigh, with the desperate destruction of Xia Qi, and bombarded the barrier of the square space.

In an instant, thunder exploded, space shattered, and the raging ghost energy swept through everything.

A large number of mirror fragments fell to the ground, Xia Qi stood in place in a daze, feeling this earth-destroying aura, looking at the square space that was being broken little by little in his eyes, and his heart gradually gushed with excited joy.

After the mirror fragments of the space landed, they turned into repeated ghosts, like homeless lonely ghosts, circling around Xia Qi extremely fast.

In the face of such a majestic ghost qi, Xia Qi naturally would not watch them dissipate, seeing that they were not directly sucked into his body, he used the ghost baby's devouring ability to open his huge mouth and swallow all the ghost qi that was about to disperse. (To be continued.) )