I'm trapped in a cube

Not a natural gas person?

Recalling the way sparks were flying in the ghost's body just now, Mo Ling suddenly realized.

Won't burn! No wonder Shibeng was so sure.

"Why did you lie to us?" Shi Beng asked.

"I am a natural gas tribe! You will burn me to death." The ghost was still arrogant and did not pay attention to Shi Beng's question at all. Instead, he kept blaming Shi Beng.

"The sparks just passed through your body. What are you still arguing about? Who are you?" Shi Beng continued to question.

But the ghost seemed to be stuck, still blaming Shibeng for his behavior.

"You can't do this, you'll burn it!"

"The entire stone pillar will be destroyed by you!"

…

Even though it had been burned, the ghost was still saying these illogical words.

It's as if Stonefall and Ghost are having a conversation on two channels.

The ghost didn't answer Shi Beng's question directly, but kept condemning his behavior just now, which felt a bit like a rogue.

After questioning for a while, Shi Beng finally felt something was wrong.

This ghost is like a repeater.

He did not continue to ask, but stood there, looking strangely at the ghost in the air who kept condemning him.

This ghost completely denied the fact that Mars had just passed through the body, and brought the topic to another angle.

He started acting like a child again and started talking without thinking.

Shi Beng must have recognized that this ghost was not a natural gas tribe, so he wanted to make a surprise attack, but this situation seemed to make him confused.

The ghost's condemnation even alarmed the other companions.

Liquid began to continuously flow out of the pores, and the liquid turned into a mist-like figure after falling to the ground.

After they heard that Shi Beng actually wanted to set fire here, they also started to point fingers at Shi Beng.

Shi Beng stared at the figures on the ground for a while, seeming to see something else.

He rushed towards these figures with a single stride. This time his movements were more skillful. He followed the same pattern and started fire in the bodies of these ghosts one by one.

Seeing Shibeng's "dangerous behavior", these ghosts, like the first one, flew into the air and continued to point at Shibeng.

"Aren't you a natural gas tribe?" Shi Beng started to tremble again. He lit fire in each ghost's body, but the result was the same.

The strange scene in front of him made him scared again, and he turned around and hid behind the square again.

"Friends, there's something wrong with those things. They're not from the Natural Gas Clan." Shi Beng said fearfully, but he still gave up.

"What are they? Can you see it?" Li Luo asked.

"I don't know. I've seen the natural gas tribe, but their current material is not natural gas. I can tell, but I don't know what it is. I have never seen this kind of material."

Shibeng said carefully, hiding behind the block seemed to make him feel at ease.

After the ghosts condemned, they began to curse again. They also moved closer to the cube, as if they wanted to launch an attack.

Their bodies began to come together, and the different ghosts merged with each other as they approached.

Not only that, many ghosts dripped out of the pores, and began to gather with the ghosts outside.

Not long after, it turned into an extremely thick white mist.

The kind of ripples that had appeared on the solid minerals also echoed in the thick fog, and they looked very violent.

What is this for? Mo Ling was a little confused.

Shi Beng looked at the thick fog and began to tremble again. He crossed his arms and pressed tightly behind the cube.

"Friends, they are coming, take action quickly."

Following Shibeng's words, a tentacle like a tornado stretched out from the thick fog and struck towards the cube.

The tentacle slowly began to solidify in the sky, first turning into a liquid state, and then becoming like ice, with its sharp cone pointed directly at the square.

The ice pick quickly pierced the block, coming menacingly.

It seems that the natural gas family is not so weak.

Although the ice cone is very fast, it seems to have become very small after being compressed.

Such an attack poses no threat to Mo Ling, who has already expanded the square space.

With just a random frame, the menacing ice cone disappeared into the sky.

Mo Ling, who was in the cube, studied the teleported ice pick for a while and found that it was nothing special, so he threw it on the ground outside.

But Mo Ling's behavior seemed to make the thick fog react more violently.

Another series of ice picks were shot out, but Mo Ling defused them one by one.

Do you only know this trick?

This thick fog looks like it's blocking the sky and is very scary, but its attack method is extremely simple, it's just a paper tiger.

After a while, the ground next to the cube was covered with ice picks thrown by Mo Ling.

Not long after, these ice cones quickly disappeared and turned directly into gas.

Sublimated?

Mo Ling looked at these ice picks strangely.

When the thick fog condenses these ice cones, they still pass through the liquid stage. How come they sublimate directly when they reach the ground?

Mo Ling just remembered this ingenious phenomenon in his mind and continued to deal with the attack of the thick fog.

However, this thick fog is indeed too weak. Not long after the attack, the color on the body became much lighter and became less rich.

Moreover, his body shape has also shrunk a lot, and he is sluggish. It seems that the attack just now consumed too much.

This won't work?

Just as Mo Ling was thinking, the thick fog began to change again.

He quickly cheered up and wanted to see what the fog was going to do.

I saw that the thick fog began to twist, and the reverberating ripples suddenly disappeared, as if it had encountered some obstacle.

Some ghosts escaped from the thick fog, the fear on their faces was uncontrollable, and they ran towards the holes as if they were running for their lives.

There was still air flowing out of the dense fog, as if it were a ghost that had turned into a gaseous state, causing the edges of the fog to sway, as if it was leaking air.

Soon, the thick fog became tattered, like a marshmallow full of holes.

Mo Ling breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that he was trying to escape. He thought it was some big move. He really overestimated them.

He teleported a few more times, catching the ghosts that were trying to escape, and then threw them out. The ghosts stopped moving and turned into gas and dissipated.

Mo Ling's terrifying obliteration behavior made the thick fog no longer able to support it. It exploded and dispersed into a dozen or so ghosts.

Is that all that’s left?

It seems that the attack just now took a really heavy toll on them.

Although these separated ghosts all looked frightened, they continued to condemn the rockslide behind Cube.

"Can't light the fire, can't light the fire, I won't let you people who light the fire go!"

Why do they care about this?

Mo Ling was a little confused. Shouldn't they be more concerned about the cubes?

At this time, another ghost dripped out from the hole.

He looked exactly like all the ghosts present.

But in Mo Ling's field of vision, this ghost was particularly eye-catching.

Because he was wearing an atomized turban on his head.

What's even stranger is that two gaseous donkey ears actually grew out of the gap in the turban...