Resurrection Of Spiritual Energy Oh My God, My Horcrux Is A Kitchen Knife

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The purple-haired monster let out a shrill scream, and its head and torso were split into two halves under the chop of the kitchen knife.

Before he could say another word, his entire figure dissipated directly into the air.

Um?

Qin Fan only felt that when the monster disappeared, a pure energy was swallowed up by the kitchen knife, and then fed back to his sea of ​​consciousness.

"This is real?"

Qin Fan, who was originally joking, was stunned for a moment.

In his subconscious, this was just a test, and the purple-haired monster was more likely to be a virtual thing created by the strong men in the academy. But when that pure energy fed back into his body, he finally realized something was wrong.

So much so that when his figure passed through the illusion and arrived at another place, he was completely unaware of it.

"Brother Fan, what's wrong with you?"

Fu Nanren shook Qin Fan doubtfully.

"Brother Fan, you are the last one."

Zhang Xiong said proudly that with his mental strength, Qin Fan could easily manipulate him at will, but today he escaped from the illusion one step earlier than Qin Fan, so he naturally had reason to complain.

"Huh? What?"

Qin Fan was in a daze for a moment, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Murong Xue and the others surrounding him.

"Xiao Fanzi, what is in your fantasy? Is it me?"

Murong Xue said suddenly.

"Huh? No."

Qin Fan immediately denied it, but he couldn't help but think of Murong Xue who was wearing tulle just now. Well, you must not say this, otherwise his good days will come to an end.

"no?"

Murong Xue said strangely, "But it was you who appeared in my illusion, but I knew it was not you, so I shot him to death with one arrow."

"Huh? You didn't even let him say a word?"

Qin Fan's mouth twitched and he shot him dead with an arrow. He had given purple-haired Murong Xue several lines, but when he arrived at Murong Zuo's place, he didn't even have a chance to say a word.

Aren’t those who play part-time roles actors?

It’s also very hard, okay?

"Where's yours, Fatty?"

Qin Fan glanced at Murong Xue sadly, then turned to look at Fu Nanren.

"Huh? Me? I don't know?"

Fu Nanren was a little confused, and then said: "I just felt a little nervous alone, so I kept eating. I don't know how long it took for my body to suddenly appear here."

Qin Fan·····

Is this still possible?

"Mine is also very simple. It's just a phantom that sends a mental attack to me. The mental power is not even close to the warrior level."

An Ji adjusted her glasses and said softly.

"Mine is simpler. A monkey-like creature threw a boulder casually, and it landed like a bomb in the distance. It also raised its eyebrows at me. Can I coddle him? Pretending to please and then approaching him would be a slap in the face. Just fight him off, what the hell? You still want to fool me?"

Zhang Xiong said proudly.

These words once again made everyone speechless. Looking at Zhang Xiong's tall and thick body, and imagining the scene of him fawning over him, even the coldness was not enough to describe everyone's mood.

"Yours is a monkey? Why is mine a cat? It's so docile, and I didn't even want to hit it for a long time."

Lin Ling'er still looks a little regretful even now.

Qin Fan really wasn't in the mood to listen anymore. What was this all about? Why does it feel like child's play? After thinking about it for a moment, except for the excessive exchanges, the rest seemed to be quite normal.

Well, it's just child's play, it's better than being persuaded to quit. Maybe the college still has some conscience, and those words are just to scare everyone.

Of course, he automatically ignored why that picture appeared first in his fantasy.

I'm not that kind of person, don't even think about using that to test me.

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Several people's data terminals suddenly beeped, indicating that there was new information.

"Hey, 13 people were eliminated in the first level. Will anyone really fail in this level?"

Fu Nanren was the first to speak out.

"It's possible that his illusion just targeted his weakness and he can only accept it as bad luck."

An Ji analyzed.

Everyone nodded when they heard the words. Suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps was heard. Everyone looked solemn and immediately hid themselves.

Qin Fan held his right hand emptyly and thought, huh?

Only then did he realize that his spiritual power was like a stone sinking into the sea, and he could no longer even summon Horcruxes.

"Is this the beginning of the second level?"

Qin Fan murmured.

"Well, I forgot to tell you. We discovered when we got here that our spiritual power was locked, so we had to rely on this."

Zhang Xiong happened to be next to Qin Fan. Hearing his words and watching his actions, he immediately reacted, shook his fist as big as a casserole and laughed.

Obviously he had no objection to this arrangement. Without the blessing of spiritual power, Zhang Xiong even felt that he was more confident in walking sideways here.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and soon several strange people wearing black robes and black scarves appeared not far away from them.

Their steps seemed a little stiff, but their movements were not slow at all.

A man in black robes walking at the front suddenly made a gesture, and the people behind him stopped immediately.

I saw the head of the man at the front tilted forward slightly, as if he was smelling something. The next second I heard him shout: "There, prepare to fight."

Qin Fan looked startled and held the grass in his hand. Are these people dogs? The nose is so sharp.

But now that the matter was over, Qin Fan had no time to think too much and said quickly: "Zhang Xiong will attack, while Fatty and An Ji will protect Ling'er and Xiaoxue."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in black robe had already rushed forward and swung down the sword in his hand.

Zhang Xiong laughed, and faced him with a short stick in his hand, ready to fight head-on.

The long sword and the short stick collided in the air, and the violent friction caused a shower of sparks.

Zhang Xiong blocked the opponent's long sword, without stopping at all with his left hand, and hit the opponent's chin with an uppercut.

There was just a click, and the huge force directly bent the opponent's neck back, making the entire face straight upward.

"Hold the grass."

Zhang Xiong was suddenly shocked, wasn't he? Did you punch the opponent to death?

It's over.