i am a doctor in a horror game

A long knife emitting dazzling golden light blocked him, and in an instant, the golden light and thunder light illuminated the entire night.

"Huh?" Mike stared at the guy who dared to stop him with his electric eyes.

It's superfluous!

Fu Bai held the magic knife dragon scale, and said calmly: "Are you sure we want to fight first?"

Witches and monks from hell are still staring at each other. Now that they are fighting, isn't it giving them an opportunity?

Mike's face was indifferent: "You guys did it first!"

The thunder and lightning blew away, instantly repelling Floating White, wanting to hit Wilson in the head!

But at this time, Ning Caichen in the air took out a densely textured, extremely mysterious object that looked like a Rubik's cube and a box.

Box of condolences!

The Lord of Leviathan, the God of Hell, made 270 boxes of mourning, and it was no surprise that he gave one to the Prince of Hell, Ning Caichen.

The mourning box was suddenly opened, revealing a labyrinth-like interior!

Its labyrinthine interior is the epitome of an advanced horror world, Leviathan Hell!

call out--

A pitch-black light shot out of the box of mourning, like a comet, and shot at Mike who was about to hit Wilson with a hammer.

Whoa!

Mike's face was dull, and he fell into a confused illusion. Wilson seized the opportunity, turned the venom into a meteor hammer with one hand, and blasted him out.

But Ning Caichen wasn't targeting Mike, the box of mourning in his hand radiated a dark light, and then shone on the others.

Fu Bai stood still, playing with a mourning box that was exactly the same as Ning Caichen's.

Can two items resist each other?

Chapter 216

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The pitch-black light shone down like a moonlight, perfectly blending with the night, slowly blending into the bodies of everyone, their faces were dull, and then blurred before their eyes, falling into a bewildering illusion.

Fu Bai also opened the mechanism of the mourning box in his hand. With a click, the mystery box slowly opened, revealing the maze-like interior inside, and also emitted a dark light. The two rays of light collided, and there was no cancellation state.

It's just that the opponent's pitch-black light seems to be ineffective against him, and his pitch-black light is also ineffective against the hell monk.

The only ones who suffered were the two national team players and the three Sam Violators. They couldn't help but bear the pain and confusion of Ning Caichen's mourning box, as well as the confusion from the empty mourning box.

It's a bit miserable.

If you can't persist in the illusion, there is only death.

Only Fubai and the monk from hell were left staring at each other, as well as seven witches hiding in the void.

Fu Bai suddenly fell into an embarrassing situation.

So, do you want to deal with the enemy alone?

No, not right.

Fu Bai shook his head, waved his palm, and suddenly appeared beside him a little zombie wearing a black official uniform and hat, with thick dark circles under his eyes, little zombie!

Very good, then let him and Xiao Xiao fight against the enemy together!

Without waiting for Fu Bai's order, Xiao Xiaoxiao showed her fangs, raised her head and let out a "shake".

Swish!

He jumped up and flew in the air. A pair of claws popped out, and he grabbed a monk from hell.

But the hell monks are not stupid, they gathered immediately, and the hell chain hooks blasted out like a river of heaven. Thanks to the previous experience of fighting the hell princess Jiang Xinxin, Xiaoxiao's body twisted in the air like a fish, looking for opportunities.

And Fu Bai looked at Ning Caichen again.

It seems that he has to rely on himself to end Ning Caichen's fate, and he must pay for the sins he has committed.

Whoa whoa whoa!

The five blades of Yutian and Five Dragons form a knife array, exuding shadows of swords, and the dragons chant endlessly, attacking Ning Caichen.

Ning Caichen had no expression on his face, and just moved his fingers. The huge pillar of hell was lying in front of him, and the pitch-black flames swelled up, blocking all the shadows of the sword immediately.

Fu Bai wanted to kill him, so why didn't he want to kill Fu Bai?

Those who broke away, even more damned!

Swish!

The wings of flesh and blood flapped behind him, surrounded by pieces of hell circular saws, and the sound of cutting the air continued to sound.

Fubai fought with him, they were tied, they couldn't stand a stalemate, and they couldn't tell the strength from the weak. This guy is considered to be the top level in the existence of intermediate terror, not to mention that there are endless and all kinds of hell torture tools to help.

Fu Bai suddenly felt a little bit at a loss. As for the flashing ability, he also tried to use it, but this guy's mind had already been tortured by the painful transformation of Leviathan Hell, and it was like a solid rock, with only pain and rules left in it. .

"Ning Caichen, do you really not remember me?" He had no choice but to use the old method, Ning Caichen's trick to save Nie Xiaoqian before.

Cheesy, love call?

But it was obvious that Fubai was not his lover after all, and the calling did not have any effect, not even the slightest ripple in his heart.

He just felt noisy.

Whoa whoa whoa!

The instruments of hell tortured towards Fubai like a storm, even harder than before, calling his name every now and then, do you know him very well?

Fu Bai dodged the attack, slapped his head, and scolded himself for being an idiot. He had the ability to shine, and he used some kind of love call to restore this guy's memory.

It is not enough to instill memory directly.

Whoa!

The spiritual power in his body surged, and the glint in his eyes flickered, and immediately transmitted the memory fragments in the world of Lanruo Temple to Ning Caichen's mind.

The scenes of the past flashed before his eyes like clouds and smoke in the past.

Zuo Qianhu...Fu Qingfeng...Purdu Cihang...

Grandma Dryad...Yan Chixia...Nie Xiaoqian...my lover?

The arrogant killer who helped me... The person in front of me, Ning Caichen, was in a trance. Looking at the floating white in front of him, he suddenly roared in a low voice.

He only felt that his brain was about to explode, and being attacked by the witches' hammers by the witches would be several times more terrifying. He only felt that a hand was inserted into his head, stirring his brain, and shaking his brain. Turned into a mess.

Bang bang bang.

The infernal instruments of torture that surround him are slowly retracted from the shadows of the void. They come from the Leviathan hell and have some sensory abilities. They are only controlled by the monks in hell. This guy is lost now.

He wasn't a monk from hell anymore, at least, lost he wasn't now.

Seeing this situation, the seven witches hiding in the void were about to help, but it was too late. Fu Bai raised the dragon scale of the magic knife and chopped Ning Caichen's body into several sections, and the golden flames slowly sliced ​​his residual body into pieces. Limbs burned to ashes.

Finally, the fruit of evil was repaid.

Seeing the death of Ning Caichen, the Prince of Hell, the witch hiding in the void couldn't help being furious. When Ning Caichen died, they were finished too!

Fu Bai held the box of mourning belonging to Ning Caichen in his hands and played with it. Another box, now he has two boxes. I wonder if he can summon the dragon if he gathers all the boxes of mourning?Maybe he can summon the Lord of Leviathan, the god of hell?

The seven witches formed a formation, and the witch power surged, forming an illusory wooden hammer again.

Hammer of the Witch!

The witch's hammer turned into thousands of small hammers in the air, blasting towards Fubai.

This is aimed at a strong mental attack. A weak-spirited guy can't withstand the attack of the Witch's Hammer at all, and his head may even explode directly.

Fubai narrowed his eyes slightly, and he felt the feeling of thousands of hammers hitting his head. His head was aching, as if cracks had appeared, and the cracks were still spreading.

He lowered his body, and the mental defense of the middle-level Shining bloodline made him not enough to defend against such mental attacks, which was still a bit reluctant.

But I hope your concealment ability is as strong as your mental attack ability.

Fu Bai raised the corners of his mouth, and his spiritual power moved.

Shining, follow and search!

Swish!

There was a glint in Fubai's eyes, and he immediately saw seven witches in different directions in the void.

Just find a direction!

The organs of the two mourning boxes in Fu Bai's hands suddenly opened, and the dark light shot out like a comet, shining on the witch.

Come, taste double pain!

The box of mourning is definitely a powerful tool for torturing people.

In the Leviathan Hell, it can also be regarded as a kind of torture tool!

The faces of the seven witches were suddenly dull, and they fell into a bewildered illusion. They could no longer maintain the ability to hide in the void, and fell from the sky.

As for Zombie Xiaoxiao and the rest of the hell monks.

These special personnel of the Hell Monastery, the Prince of Hell, Ning Caichen, is very powerful and has reached the top level of the middle-level terror existence. The rest of the hell monks are weaker than the average mid-level terror existence.

Who is Little Zombie?It was the little zombie who didn't lose against Jiang Xinxin, the princess of hell. How could these guys beat him?

Immediately, the zombie Xiaoxiao's body was filled with black air, and his claws were covered with a layer, tearing all the hell monks to pieces.

Chapter 217 The plan failed

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Intermediate World of Horror, The Witch**.

Bang!

The Supreme Witch Mary threw the wine bottle in her hand heavily on the ground, the liquid and fragments splashed everywhere, and the liquid on the ground reflected her extremely ugly, darkened face.

"Dead, the witches are dead!"

She gritted her teeth, and the words seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth.

The former super witch Fiona stood beside her, with her head bowed, a sympathetic look in her eyes.

He knew that it was not that simple to deal with a murderous ghost doctor.

Mary, it is impossible to win.

"The ghost doctor who killed the ghost didn't show up at all. He is still in the damned dark fairy tale world. How could the witches and hell monks lose?! How could it be? Just rely on the group of hidden wastes from the Violators Alliance?"

Mary's voice trembled, she couldn't understand!

Obviously, she just sent witches and monks from hell to kill the members of the Violators Alliance one by one, and they failed one by one?

"As long as we don't touch Hei Shan and Sadako, there's no way our people will lose!" Mary seemed to be comforting herself.

Black Mountain Old Demon and Yamamura Sadako are the only outliers in the League of Violators. They are very powerful, so she arranged for witches and hell monks not to touch them in advance.

To kill other violators one by one, even if Black Mountain and Sadako have the means to help each other across the world, it is impossible to have any effect.

As a result, it still failed!

The seven witches who were able to cast the formation of witches died, and Ning Caichen, the rookie prince of hell in the monastery of hell, also died.

Whoa whoa whoa!

In the void of the room, the shadows condensed and slowly formed a human head, which was full of iron nails.

The leader of the Hell Monastery, the High Priest of Hell, Nailhead!

Nailhead's eyes were full of gloomy light, looked at Mary, and said coldly: "Mary, the plan failed, and the reason for the failure was a breakaway."

"A breakaway?" Mary muttered to herself, a breakaway?Isn't that a bunch of trash who hide their heads and show their tails more than the violators?

How could the reason for the failure be a breakaway shot? !

Nailhead's eyes shot out with gloomy light, slowly forming a human appearance in the air.

With an ordinary appearance and a faint smile on his face, he was still playing with two mourning boxes in his hands.

It was Dong Zhengyang.