Vermeer confronted the person in front of him. It seemed that the other party would not give in any case. Even if he would take the life of an innocent person, he would insist on his own actions. All he could do now is a battle.

Vermill glanced at the ground next to him. The vegetation in the area burned by ghost fires had been burned, but the ground was completely damaged...

His attack seemed to only work on life forms. Vermil noticed this. If he had mastered this fatal weakness, even if Prajna was powerful, it would not be impossible to defeat him. After all, he was not a vegetarian.

"Spell, Giant Rock Palm!"

The moment both sides faced each other's eyes, they took action almost at the same time, but Vermeer did not use his special blood technique, but used a general spell. Several ghost lanterns gathered around him. Vermeer's blood descendants knew that they could not participate in the battle.

He retreated aside to look for opportunities. A huge earth doll rose from the ground and stretched out five fingers like pillars to wrap Vermeer.

The flying ghost fire hit the rocks without any effect, and a pair of blood-red eyes were revealed in the cracks of the giant rock palm.

"Brush!" A group of blood-colored bats flew out of the giant's palm and quickly surrounded Prajna. The murderous intent flashed in Vermeer's eyes, and countless bats immediately jumped on them.

This attack is not a killer move, it is just a test of the opponent's intentions. Of course, Vermeer wants to end the battle as soon as possible, but his strength makes him not careless. If the opponent reveals his weakness, he is just luring him to attack... Vermeer will attack with all his might.

Being in a trap.

What he didn't expect was that the blood bat killing formation actually hit the opponent. Prajna did not resist or defend, and was bitten by the flying bat. The ferocious blood bat was like a sharp arrow and directly penetrated the enemy's

The chest, Prajna, was shaking like a sandbag, and finally fell into a pool of blood.

"This..." Vermill himself was shocked. During the showdown between Light Nianzi, there were many cases of defeating opponents with the same level or even many weaker levels because of carelessness. People who may be in the position of Master of Dragon Academy...

Will it really be so vulnerable?

"Blood Technique! Blood Dry!"

As a blood technique was formed in the hands, the body of Prajna quickly shriveled, leaving only a dry skeleton. Vermil was sure that the other party was dead, instead of pretending to be dead and luring him into a trap. The blood of his men

The family has been guarding nearby, and the other party has no companions hiding in the dark...

It was really a one-hit victory. Vermeer felt relieved and dispersed the rock giant beside him.

"You lose because you shouldn't underestimate me." Vermil walked to Prajna's corpse.

This guy was originally a top light scholar, one of the barriers for humans to fight against the mind beasts, but he died in a meaningless internal struggle. How can this not make people sigh... The culprit is Dugan, that guy

Since he took office, he has been provoking conflicts among various families. This time he really took advantage of the situation and did not hide his ambitions.

Vermil flipped Prajna's body, turned over the shriveled corpse, and the evil ghost mask on his face showed white teeth, which was very terrifying.

I wanted his subordinates to send his body back to the Dragon Academy, but I didn't expect that as soon as I touched him, Prajna's face suddenly changed. A sharp shadow flashed in front of Vmir, and Prajna's evil ghost mask actually came from his face by itself

It fell off and jumped into the air. The edge of the mask was covered with long and pointed thorns, and blood was hanging on it. It was obvious that the mask would penetrate deeply into your skull as soon as it was worn.

Before Vermeer could react, his vision turned red. The mask rushed up and pierced directly into his face. Countless spikes grabbed his face tightly like long feet. Vermeer only felt it on his face.

The shock and the pain subconsciously reached out to pull the mask, but no matter what, it was impossible to pull it off, and the light and blood in the body were also sealed tightly, unable to activate them.

"You're an idiot!" Vermill felt himself opening his mouth to speak, but the voice was not from his throat, but from the mask's mouth.

Oops...Furmeer already understood what was going on in his heart, but he didn't expect that the true identity of Prajna was so evil. It was not a human at all, but a very evil abnormality. This ghost mask is its true body!

"I know what you are thinking. The one you killed just now is just the host I caught. As long as I want, it doesn't matter if I change it hundreds of them a day." The mask let out a strange laugh, "But you

I am very satisfied with this body. Maybe I can stay longer. This is the first time I possessed my bloodborne body. I will let you enjoy the pain and die again."

Seeing this, the blood-born soldiers next to him rushed up to help Furmeer. However, even when Prajna snatched his body, he still had the energy to separate them. He saw several sharp thorns ejected from the Prajna mask, and its long-footed thorns.

There was a blue ghost fire attached to it, and several blood-born soldiers were penetrated by it, and the bright blue ghost fire began to spread out from the chest. Before the bloodborns could get close to it, they turned into a pool of shiny ashes and sprinkled on the ground.

.

Vermill struggled for a while, trying his best to pull out the mask with both hands, but it had no effect except to make his face full of blood. The spike pierced his brain along the gaps of the bones, and blood kept oozing along the holes.

If he was not a bloodborne, he would have died long ago due to such injuries.

Just when Vermeer was confused and was about to be taken away by Prajna, a wave of thoughts from a third party suddenly shook on the battlefield. Vermeer felt something hit on his back, and then

The whole person felt light and his hands and feet gradually lost control.

Prajna was shocked and Vmir couldn't see it, but it could see it very clearly. The guy's body was quickly turning into a pixel grid-like shape, and it was spreading rapidly, and it was about to spread to the face soon.

In desperation, Prajna escaped from Vermeer and jumped to the ground with more than a dozen pointed feet and crawled quickly. The mask faced the sky like a huge spider with a human face.

"Are you okay?" Sam removed the pixelation of Vermeer's body and jumped out of the darkness to support him.

"It's you?" Vermeer was a little surprised. Although he didn't know what happened, it seemed that the child saved his life.

"There was no way, I could only use this method to drive it away... It's rude."

"No, you did a good job, thank you." The blood hole in Vermeer's face healed quickly, and a burst of blue smoke rose from the wound, and he recovered as before.

"Damn it!" Prajna's mask quickly crawled into the sewer next to it, and Vermil immediately chased after him when he saw this.

"Don't let him escape!"

"Don't worry." Sam smiled confidently, and a pixel block floated up in his hand. "I am a game expert. I still have this strategy. I've already seen it!"

In the underground water pipe, the iron fences on both sides are slightly shocked, and the Prajna mask is still complacent about his escape. Its ability must be attached to the host to exert its power. It has nothing to do with the host's strength, but it needs a body as a host.

Just like a parasite needs to eat and eat flesh and blood, if you leave the host mask for a long time, you will slowly lose your strength. If you spend too long, it will enter a dormant state and become no different from a flat mask.

Prajna began to anxiously search for a parasitic body in the sewer. Even a mouse could make it eat for a while and find a chance to return to the street and find a new host.

However, what it did not expect was that as soon as it took two steps, water began to gush out of the fences on both sides.

"Start drainage? It's so unlucky." Prajna jumped onto the top of the water pipe, stretched out his long feet to tie the wall of the sewer, but the water flow under him looked abnormal...

Because the light was dim, Prajna did not notice that the color of the water was very strange at first, but now he was shocked when he saw it. These waters were made of blue and white color blocks, exactly the same as the pixel blocks on Vermeer just now.

"Not good!" The Prajna Mask realized that something was wrong. These pixelated water contained a powerful thought wave reaction. As long as you touch it gently, it would be assimilated.

At the beginning, the water surface was still flowing and calm, and suddenly became surging. Waves of surges flew over and over again. Prajna constantly compressed his body to avoid being touched by the splashes. However, the water was constantly gathering around here, and the water surface became

Getting higher and higher.

Prajna's face became more and more ferocious, and he waved his long feet desperately to dig out the walls of the sewer. The sharp claws of the knife kept splashing, and a path that could accommodate him was dug out.

If you put it in the open environment outside, Sam's ability is not afraid of Prajna. However, the space here is narrow and the opponent has the ability to kill with one blow. Prajna hides in the sewer and forces him into a dead end.

"Boom!" Prajna suddenly made up his mind to knock on the wall and climbed out of the ground again. Vermill's blood technique did not work for it, a non-living body without blood, and the fat man who used pixel abilities seemed to be half-baked, frontal.

A gamble is higher than the chance of winning here.

However, as soon as it flew out of the ground, a ball of red liquid stuck to it. Prajna waved its long feet and struggled, but a strong sense of fatigue surged up. The flesh and blood in its body could still support its movement for a while, but now it has arrived

The limit is...

Prajna slowly fell into dormancy, and the long feet on his body retracted into the mask, becoming no different from an ordinary dead object.

"Huh... the little things given by the doctor are quite useful to deal with this abnormality." Vermill scored a record once, and did not dare to relax again this time. He put the mask in a special abnormal storage jar. This jar was used to put the mask in.
Chapter completed!