My Healing Game

Tens of thousands of people came to the scene in person, and millions of netizens watched online. Huang Ying's jump touched the hearts of all players. No matter what the result was, the name Huang Ying was destined to be remembered by everyone.

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Without hesitation, fall into the abyss!

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"Damn it! Did he jump directly?!"

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"That's a corpse pit where 100,000 people are buried!" "Will he fall to his death?"

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The leaders of the major guilds also opened their eyes wide. They made a lot of arrangements in order to explore the passage, and they knew very well how strange and terrifying the passage was.

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Everyone moved forward one after another and took out their cameras.

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They wanted to record the scene of this legend, but in fact the real legend has just begun.

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"Bang!"

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Super strong physical fitness, unknown hidden occupation, top-level mysterious equipment, Huang Ying's attributes have reached a perverted level, he borrowed several times on the channel wall, and fell steadily in the channel fifty meters deep. on the platform.

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The lights of the players are still left here, and this faint light was filled with the lives of tens of thousands of people.

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Fifty meters is still a safe area, but if you continue down, you will enter the real abyss.

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Everyone was watching, everyone wanted to see what kind of weapons and equipment Huang Ying would use, but after waiting for a while, they only saw Huang Ying raise one of his arms.

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"Dream Demon!

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The skin covered by the windbreaker was covered with black and red blood spots, and the incomplete dreams in the passage gathered and dispersed according to Huang Ying's will, and the nightmare turned into a ladder under his feet!

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Huang Ying, who was tortured and killed hundreds of times by butterflies, has a class A talent nightmare. He was born in a nightmare, and he is the most terrifying ghost in the depths of the nightmare.

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How to go down? - Step by step on the head of the nightmare and go down.

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Sixty meters, seventy meters, ten meters

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The players outside the maze passage were already dumbfounded. They thought that Huang Ying was not easy, but no one could have expected that Huang Ying had reached the end of them in just three minutes.

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The big face was a little embarrassed: "he makes me look a little stupid."

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The heads of the guilds and the player groups, large and small, were also staring at Huang Ying at this time, with different expressions.

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Ninety meters, ninety-five meters, ninety-nine meters!

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Stepping into the abyss, the limit in the minds of players seems to be just the starting point for him.

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The ghosts on the walls roared, the shadows in the dark wailed in pain, Huang Ying, who had transformed into a nightmare, ignored those terrifying existences, he had his own mission.

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The hand hidden under the windbreaker took out an oil lamp. Different from the lamp of Inevitable Truth, his lamp burned the corpse oil of the deep world, and the cold and icy ghost fire came out.

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"What kind of equipment is that? I don't seem to have seen it before?"

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"I can't tell the level. Huang Ying's windbreaker is a special piece of equipment that can block all investigations. How many top treasures does this person have?

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The players outside the aisle couldn't understand it, nor would they understand that the reason Huang Ying took out this lamp was not to illuminate the way, but to allow them to see themselves.

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Stepping down, Huang Ying became the first player to step into the 100-meter area. He could feel the chaotic nightmare fragments around him.

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Coincidentally, the person who broke through the passage and destroyed the shrine is a dream, and the dream is somewhat related to Huang Ying's ability. Even without the help of the Deep World Paradise, Huang Ying can go deep into the passage.

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After 100 meters, the frequency of appearances of Specter ghosts and monsters increased significantly. Huang Ying carried his ghost lantern, like a traveler on the Styx River, avoiding most of the ghosts and monsters, and went all the way down to 150 meters underground.

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More and more dead people and curses are carved on the walls, but a familiar feeling arises in his heart: "The deep world is coming."

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In order to reduce his sense of happiness, Han Fei turned Huang Ying's happiness value into a negative number and let him experience the deep world one-night tour package. Those memories have been imprinted in his bone marrow and cannot be erased in his life.

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"Help, there are still a lot of dying voices coming from the crevices of the cliff under the maze. Huang Ying saw a living player woven in a cocoon.

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"My name is Ah Chong, and I am a member of the Inevitable Truth Guild. We entered the labyrinth and met, met a ghost!"

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The players in the cocoon used the last strength to ask for help. Huang Ying also looked deeper into the passage. A large number of players were embedded in the cracks of the wall. saliva.

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"Take a good rest, I will take you away.

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Huang Ying held the soul lamp in one hand, and the other hand took out a butcher's knife from under the windbreaker.

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Cut off the chain of life, and when the ghost fire approaches, the curse subsides.

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Huang Ying waved his hand and sent out the precious items in the game that could quickly replenish physical strength and blood, and he continued down without looking back.

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——The missing players were found, and he went 200 meters underground.

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There is no big difference between this place and the deep world. Nightmares are entangled, Yin Qi is sweeping, and there is an aura of despair all around.

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"Don't go any further." A weak voice slowly entered Huang Ying's ears. Two hundred meters down the passage, there was a neutral-looking man lying inside the hanging coffin. He was seriously injured and his neck was severely injured. almost broken

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Seeing is alive

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Not long.

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"Are you also the missing person who explored the paradise labyrinth before?"

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"Me? Of course." The thin man in the hanging coffin slammed his neck over, his head was thrown back, and he stared at Huang Ying from a strange angle: "No!"

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A harsh scream sounded, and the ghost in the hanging coffin was slender and slender, exuding an aura of calamity.

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Huang Ying's reaction was also extremely fast. He avoided the opponent's attack from an unbelievable angle, and slashed at the belly of the slender ghost.

Countless players outside the passage were all staring at Huang Ying. The knife he made was the first knife the players swung toward Li Gui.

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With his belly cut open, Huang Ying was the first player to really hurt a ghost since the tunnel appeared.

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"It turns out that they are not invincible." "What's the origin of that rusty knife?"

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"No! Look at that ghost's belly!

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Some players have found something wrong, and Huang Ying also realized the problem. After the belly of the slender ghost was cut open, a fat and ferocious short ghost emerged from its belly and rushed directly to Huang Ying.

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This chapter is not over yet, please!

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"Looking for death?

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Quickly backward, the sneak attack of the evil ghost just brushed the brim of Huang Ying's windbreaker, but Huang Ying's attack was extremely deadly.

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The nightmare gathered on the broken butcher's knife. The old butcher's knife was opened by the nightmare, emitting a sharp cold light.

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The blade easily penetrated the neck of the ghost and nailed it to the hanging coffin.

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As the coffin fell, the real terror in the passage was activated, and the boundless ghosts crawled out of the darkness. At this time, even the audience watching the live broadcast began to sweat for Huang Ying.

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He is the top account. If he dies in the channel, all his efforts will be wiped out.

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Facing the unknown terror, Huang Ying did not retreat. He stood alone in the 200-meter-deep underground passage, holding the butcher's knife in his hand.

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With such a priceless top account as a bargaining chip, he acts as a spear for all players, vowing to pierce the darkness and despair.

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"In order to save people, he sent rare drugs at will; when danger came, he stood at the front without retreating, helping those injured to get time to retreat; when all the players were helpless, he entered the 200-meter abyss alone, this is the Is Huang Ying? This is the number one player in The Perfect Life?"

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At this time, Huang Ying didn't know what people thought of him. He put the soul lamp in his hand under his feet, and took out another butcher's knife in his free hand.

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The killing show has officially started.

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A group of ghosts roared, Huang Ying seemed to be dancing wildly in the storm. As long as he was touched by the ghosts, he would surely die, but he avoided all the attacks with his super personal ability and 100 million points of luck. {1

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The battle is thrilling to watch, the players outside the passage Chapter 737 The opponent's play

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I never thought that in a game that focuses on healing and leisure, Huang Ying could have such a powerful combat power.

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In all respects, he is a well-deserved number one.

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The ghosts and wolves howled, and the torn remnants fell like dead leaves. Not only did Huang Ying not escape, he was also ready to continue down.

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When he was under pressure and was about to enter the area two hundred meters away, all the ghosts in the passage suddenly started to flee in panic, the ghostly man's soul-calling song sounded, and a huge black evil ghost over five meters in size climbed out of the abyss.

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"Great evil?"

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Even though he was mentally prepared, Huang Ying's legs were still soft. He grabbed the gap on the wall of the passage and concentrated.

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The monsters in front of you are different from those ghosts. If you are not careful, you will really die.

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The appearance of the great evil solidified the yin qi in the passage, and the thick ominous and calamity aura surged up like a wave, directly causing all kinds of negative emotions to flow out of the passage.

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Players also intuitively felt the horror of the deep world for the first time. Just one big sin can bring unimaginable despair and disaster.

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Taking a deep breath, Huang Ying smashed the soul lamp next to him, ghost fire Chapter 737 Opponent scene

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Burning in the fragments of the nightmare, he then took out a large number of rare items from the inventory, and kept trying against the big evil.

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The ghost fire lingered around the big evil, and could not cause any damage to it. The big evil dormant in the dark didn't understand what Huang Ying was doing. It just felt that the ghost fire contained a familiar atmosphere. Han Fei once told it to never hurt it. The person who exudes this breath.

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It is extremely entangled in its heart, and its instinct drives it to want to kill the fancy man in front of it, but the remaining reason is making it restrained.

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If it was the big sin before entering Fu Sheng's shrine, it might have rushed out now, but in Fu Sheng's memory shrine, the big sin has also integrated other things~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Now it needs to be cultivated with the dream The monster is no longer the same.

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A painful cry came out of his mouth, and the contradictory evil stayed in place and attacked his body. It was extremely violent and crazy, and it was gradually losing control.

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Huang Ying looked at the big villain with trepidation, and was afraid to die, but the players outside the passage in this scene looked more like Huang Ying trapped the big villain.

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The more the monster struggles and goes crazy, the more it shows that Huang Yingli

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"Normally speaking, the big evil should not be kept in the deep world, that chapter 737 rivalry.

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Side? Why did it run out before I arrived?" Huang Ying felt that he should back off, but the real protagonist of this big play had not yet appeared.

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Seeing that Da Xie's reason was exhausted, the soul-calling song in the passage suddenly became louder.

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"he came?"

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All the ghosts on the wall turned around, as if they dared not look directly at the figure.

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In the pitch-dark world, despair began to boil, and one after another huge hatred emerged, and in the center of those extreme horrors, stood a man wearing a beast face mask.

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Ninety-nine **** scars were engraved on his body. Although the hideous mask covered his cheeks, his eyes made everyone who saw it unable to forget it!

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Deep and cold, hysterical madness is immersed in reason, like a flaming flame in the depths of the ice sea!

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