Text Chapter 522: Slate of the Goddess of Fate

Zhao Nan looked at the attack information prompted by the system when he was attacked by this group of people. They matched the names of the fighters and other fighters, and the remaining two are temporarily unknown.

He rubbed his forehead, recalling the last scene before Yang Yu's death in the mine that day. It is impossible for Yang Yu to still exist, because he has indeed inherited his personal space. It's just that what he said before he died finally has an answer at this time.

The so-called not letting oneself feel better probably refers to the existence of this group of six people.

It seems that Yang Yu held something important to these six people. Before he died, he left the information, and finally let the six people target him... Even if he is dead, he must finally bring harm to the enemy the meaning of.

But the items in Yang Yu's personal space have been sorted out by him long ago. Although there are many good things, there is nothing special that needs attention.

Jie Zhiyu clone accepted the main body's thoughts at this time, and looked at the six people in front of him, "You are just asking for money, right? If you don't want to say it, I can give you whatever you want."

The thief laughed, "You're smart, hand over your things obediently!"

Jie Zhiyu sighed and said: "If you ask me to take out something, you must at least tell me what it is, right? Although I killed Yang Yu, I have nothing to do with him before. , the fight is only because of the city's problems. So I really don't know what you are referring to."

The six people looked at each other the same way, then the martial artist nodded, and the white light in his hand flickered. A pointed, palm-sized slate appeared in his hand. "It probably looks like this, 'Slate of the Goddess of Fate', do you have it or not?"

Jie Zhiyu's avatar was stunned, closed his eyes and then shook his head: "I don't have such a thing on me."

The swordsman suddenly sneered and said: "This thing is divided into seven parts, and Yang Yu also has a part on hand. He will definitely carry it with him all the time. Don't you think so? It seems that he won't cry when he sees the coffin, right? It's been a long time since I tortured anyone!"

Coming with a ferocious laugh on his face, the sword waiter first pierced into the abdominal cavity of Jie Zhiyu's avatar. Then slowly stirred the blade, "What, this feeling of excruciating pain and not being able to die, isn't it very comfortable?"

The other five looked as usual, but the thief took out the blood recovery potion to prevent people from dying, and said, "You'd better not try to procrastinate. We are used to running around, and it won't happen here." Just stay. Don't think that being the city lord can be arrogant, except for the scope of your city, you are at most a stronger player, but in front of us, you are nothing more than fart!"

Unexpectedly, even though Jie Zhiyu's avatar was hurt like this. He didn't frown at all, but shook his head, "Tell me what's going on with this stone slab?"

"Wait a minute, there's something wrong with this guy."

The fighter and the archer frowned at the same time, "Don't do anything yet."

"At most, it's just a little stronger endurance." The swordsman increased his strength in his hands. A posture of not giving up until the internal organs are smashed, "I see how long he can last! Hahaha. I heard that you are living a happy life? There are many women in the family, right? I heard that there is another The baby is about to be born...I haven't played with a pregnant woman yet, so I don't know what kind of expression she will have when she rips her belly open?"

Suddenly, the sorcerer's expression changed slightly, "You...have you heard any sound?"

"what sound?"

"It's... the sound of the wind!"

The sorcerer suddenly looked up, and saw that in the midair, at some point, eight huge whirlwinds came out, landed at the same time at this moment, and swallowed the entire small slope right beside the six people ! The wind power between these eight whirlwinds is terrifying! The swirling wind was like a sharp blade, but in an instant, it cut off a large number of cracks on the bodies of the six people!

Only the martial artist and the berserker were able to withstand the tearing of these winds in front of them. The remaining four people, under the tearing of the cracks, had turned into blood men, and their bodies were thrown into the air. !

At this moment, the eight whirlwinds converged at the same time, pressing the four of them tightly together. The whirlwind has become as solid as it is, rubbing the bodies of the four people crazily, but it has already worn out shocking flesh and blood in a short while.

A strange blood red color gradually appeared in the whirlwind!

It was the flesh and blood of the four people, swallowed by the whirlwind, whirling around! !

The shrill screams stopped after a long time, and the four players were also released from the midair, and fell to the ground, with bones exposed in many places on their bodies! These four people did not die, but the severe pain caused by the friction of the whirlwind caused the brain to subconsciously cut off all the senses...the whole person passed out!

The star phantom chain, which had lost the control of the thief, fell powerlessly at this moment, and Jie Zhiyu's avatar let go of his hands, and looked at the last berserker and martial artist.

"This place is not bad. The power of the magic attack just now can basically be completely released." Jie Zhiyu clone said lightly, "Okay, I'm in a hurry... Which one of you is willing to answer my question, which one of you is willing to talk to them?" Same end?"

"Impossible! You are trapped by the star phantom chain, it is impossible to release your skills." The fighter's face changed drastically: "Someone is following!"

At this moment, the berserker poured down a mouthful of the blood recovery potion, and the scars on his body began to heal. Holding a huge pitch-black axe, he looked around vigilantly.

Jie Zhiyu's clone shook his head: "I'm the only one, forget it, I won't waste time with you guys."

"withdraw!"

The martial artist let out a loud roar, and punched the ground with a fist. The ground with a radius of more than ten meters sank at the same time, a large amount of gravel was shot out at a very high speed, and the dust turned into a thick fog, taking away the sight!

I saw the martial artist and the berserker separated from the two sides at this moment, and ran wildly for their lives! The Jie Zhiyu clone followed the martial artist without saying a word, and not far away, another Jie Zhiyu clone stepped out of the air, chasing the berserker.

Only then did Zhao Nan remove his invisibility skills, and walked out from the hiding place next to him. He walked up to the swordsman, squinted his eyes and opened a blood recovery potion, and poured it into his mouth.

Not long after, the swordsman Yoyo woke up, but his injuries did not recover much!

The person in front of him who should have been trapped is now looking at himself coldly.

The swordsman's expression changed, he didn't understand what happened, he subconsciously put his hands together, and moved back half a foot... A kind of fear and cold emerged in his heart for some reason.

Suddenly, ten black shadows were broken from the soil, binding up the swordsman's body in an instant!

The swordsman felt annoyed subconsciously. It shouldn't be panic just now, but a counterattack at the first moment! I didn't expect that I was simply afraid, but I lost my last chance, and now I am trapped and unable to struggle.

The swordsman sneered and said, "Kill me if you have the guts."

Zhao Nan shook his head, stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground, stuffed it roughly into the swordsman's mouth, and said softly, "Say that kind of thing...do you think I will be willing to give you a good time?"

The swordsman opened his eyes wide, but his mouth was gagged, and whatever he could utter, whether it was cursing or disdain, turned into whining sounds in the end.

Zhao Nan summoned the Soul Devouring Sword in his hand, but it cut off the swordsman's flesh piece by piece.

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Suddenly a huge flame shot into the sky from a distance, followed by another direction, a huge wind blew the ground, and rolled up a gray-black long dragon mixed with dust and gravel under the night sky.

Not long after, the two Jiezhiyu avatars led the comatose martial artist and berserker back respectively.

When they woke up, they found that their bodies were completely unable to move. And what caused this situation is the Star Magic Chain that locked them at this moment!

The thief has disappeared. At this moment, how can the two of them fail to estimate the fate of the thief? Sure enough, there are three corpses over there that have gradually melted, the thief, the archer and the mage.

In addition, there is a shocking human-shaped bone with a lot of flesh and blood, kneeling on the ground, as if begging for forgiveness.

At this moment, the Lord of Tingfeng City who was kidnapped by them was sitting on a stone. He was holding four 'Goddess of Destiny Slates' in his hands, carefully looking at them, and remained silent.

The berserker and the martial artist subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of spittle. They couldn't figure out why they were able to break free in the blink of an eye and completely reversed the form when the opponent was clearly controlled by the astral phantom chain!

Looking at the terrifying kneeling bones again, how did they torture people into such a state? This should be the body of the swordsman... A wailing sound seemed to appear in the ears of the two of them, shouting frantically: Help me, save me!

"You... what do you want?"

The Wudou family already lacked confidence, the berserk warrior, regardless of his size, was even more unbearable than his fellow Wudou family, and trembled!

Zhao Nan stared intently, as if his train of thought had been interrupted.

The fighter forcefully said: "I can destroy the slate in my personal space with just one thought!"

"Oh, yes, I also remembered this function." Zhao Nan nodded.

A gray-white light shone on the two of them at the same time, and the two who were directly seriously injured were controlled. After controlling the transaction and depriving them of all their belongings, Zhao Nan waited for the two to wake up again.

After waking up, these two guys instantly realized that something was wrong!

All of their bodies, whether it is personal space items or equipment, have all disappeared at this moment... Including the purpose of this time, so is the slate of the goddess of fate!

"You... who the hell are you, what did you do to us!!" The two of them became terrified at the same time.

Zhao Nan shook his head and said softly: "Don't worry, I won't kill you for the time being. After all, there seems to be a big organization behind you... I don't want to be remembered by others."

The name of this organization is, Fraud Sealers!