Ghost Shelter System

trouble.

Big trouble.

Like a scourge, it comes quietly and is impossible to guard against!

Qin Kun followed Hazlit's gaze and saw that there was a door in that direction.

Weird sculptures were attached around the door. The door kept making a buzzing sound, and bursts of spiritual power surged out. Qin Kun's mind tightened and he felt very uncomfortable.

The magic weapon Xuanyin Pestle was sacrificed and waved in the air. The buzzing noise around him was dispersed by the tone of Xuanyin Pestle, and the uncomfortable and nauseating feeling disappeared immediately.

"What door is that?"

"The gates of hell." Van Helsing whispered.

Door of hell?

Qin Kun put on a fighting stance and joked softly: "This name is a bit popular, can't it be changed to something special?"

"Don't be kidding, that's Rodin's 'Gate of Hell'. That thinker is part of the Gate of Hell, his unfinished masterpiece until his death! That door is similar to the bronze door of Yulong Mountain, but 'Hell The door was completely created by Rodan, and is even greater than the bronze door in Yulong Mountain whose sacrificial method has long been lost!"

As Fan Helsing spoke, a ripple of light appeared on the door, and old men walked out one after another!

"Carter has found a lot of help this time!"

"Haha, these little bastards, let me see how capable they are."

"Where are the Carters?!"

The three old men walked out one after another, and the fourth was about to come out. A forbidden golden light appeared on the door, and the man shrank back with some regret.

Only then did Qin Kun understand that this door... was a magic weapon! Similar to the ‘Dragon Gate’ of Yulong Mountain.

Nine-foot spiritual pass, a square-inch treasure! This is a world of its own. How could a Western exorcist actually create it?

Ahead, Hazlitt was stunned: "Senior Hal? Senior Norris? Senior Black?"

Qin Kun was sure that the three old men were not mirages, so what was going on?

The three old men looked at the crowd and sneered: "What kind of tricks is Carter playing? Who are you?"

Hazlit said anxiously: "Three seniors, junior Hazlitt, Apostle of Wisdom, three famous names and works that junior has studied with great concentration. I didn't expect to see seniors here!"

"Hahahahaha... Carter's helper is pretty good at lying. Baby, do you think we will believe it?"

An old man leaned on a wooden staff and smiled at Hazlitt.

Hazlit said anxiously: "We are not the same as Carter! If you don't believe me, ask him...yes, ask Van Helsing!"

"Van Helsing?" The old man turned his head, saw Van Helsing with a sunny face, and sneered, "It's not that I haven't seen the Demon Hunting King before, he doesn't look like this."

Van Helsing said: "Three seniors, this is all Carter's trick. Please don't fall for it."

"enough!"

The second old man came out: "The smell of evil spirits on your body is too strong. Don't desecrate this place. Now that you are here, don't leave!"

As he said that, the old man stuck his staff into the void and started stirring!

"Sea of ​​Boiling Souls?!" Hazlitt's voice rose an octave, "Senior, please show mercy! Most of these people are ordinary people and cannot use this technique!"

The old man didn't care what Hazlitt said, and the stirring speed became faster and faster. In the collection hall, the children and adults felt that their whole bodies were starting to heat up, and their souls were almost boiling. They couldn't help scratching their heads and ears. At this moment, they felt as if they were being placed in a steamer. Generally uncomfortable.

Qin Kun's eyes twitched: He is trying to kill someone!

He didn't know what the consequences would be if he steamed the souls of those ordinary people here, but he felt that if he allowed the other party to continue like this, these ordinary people would die even if they went back.

"Old man, stop it!"

In the crowd, a figure suddenly jumped out. Qin Kun took the Xuanyin pestle and whipped it towards the old man.

quick! allow! ruthless!

Poxu stepped out and came to the old man's side in an instant, and fiercely struck down the magical weapon in his hand.

The old man fell forward like a gourd, and Hazlitt said angrily: "Qin! What are you doing?!"

As he said this, Hazlitt pounced fiercely.

Before Qin Kun finished his offensive, he slapped Hazlitt on the cheek with his backhand and waved his hand contemptuously: "Rescue people, what else can you do?"

The group of ordinary people around them felt much more comfortable. They didn't know what was happening just now. They felt like they were being steamed and suffocated. Now they feel better all of a sudden. This experience is very strange.

Several people who were nearby noticed that there were a few old men dressed in strange clothes, very much like those in the early 19th century, and they had no idea where they came from.

Hazlitt wanted to step forward to argue, but Van Helsing held him down: "Don't be impulsive, Hazlitt, he did the right thing!"

Regardless of the East or the West, respecting teachers and respecting morality is fundamental. Anyone who sees his senior being injured will feel uncomfortable. Hazlitt still wanted to argue, but Menoetius appeared next to him: "Don't be impulsive, Qin Kun is here." Hand. Didn't your senior stand up?"

On the ground, the old man who was knocked down by a stick stood up slowly, covering the back of his head. His eyes couldn't help but look at Qin Kun. The blow just now was too fast. Even though he was not good at close combat, he was good at capturing the mental dynamics of the opponent. He was able to take action without even releasing his murderous intent or generating any hostility. He was definitely not a small player.

Moreover, the opponent's spiritual power fluctuations came to his side in an instant, making it impossible to guard against him!

"Who are you? Azazel? No, it is rumored that Azazel is not good at close quarters. Could it be Einsberg?"

The old man asked in a deep voice. The other two people also looked at Qin Kun. The three of them formed a triangle formation and surrounded Qin Kun.

For a moment, Qin Kun regretted it.

The three of them stood in a triangle position, and a strong mental pressure came to his mind. He wanted to retreat but his body refused to obey him. This was... a formation!

Qin Kun could not retreat, so he could only reply: "Huaxia, Fuyu Mountain, Qin Kun."

"Haha, are you a Chinese exorcist? Is Yang Shen okay?"

Yang Shen?

Qin Kun was stunned. Did these three old men know Yang Shen?

"Long dead."

"impossible!"

"Nonsense!"

"We met him not long ago!"

Qin Kun said impatiently: "Wake up! You here are from another causal line! This causal line was borrowed by Carter to deal with us. You are fake!"

"This Chinese is crazy!"

"This is a blasphemy against wisdom!"

"Crazy, really crazy! You carry the aura of the Black Soul Cult, and you actually dare to say that we are fake? Chinese Exorcist, I don't know what you are talking about, but I know that you must be a heretic!"

The three old men yelled loudly.

Hazlitt ran over quickly: "Three seniors, what Qin Kun said is true! You were used by Carter to deal with us! These people are ordinary people, and we are here to protect them!"

Crazy, absolutely crazy!

Anyone who says that he is fake and not his true self in front of himself will be angry.

They sit in Sion Manor, study their skills, and constantly explore the truth of the world. But one day a group of uninvited guests disturbed them and said they were fake. How ridiculous!

The three of them didn't want to waste any more words. Their crazy rhetoric was indeed the style of the Black Soul Cult!

"Sea of ​​Boiling Souls!"

The three of them stirred together. In an instant, Qin Kun felt that the world was spinning and he fell into the steamer. The pressure formed by the three spiritual energy fluctuations made his spirit collapse instantly.

Super class? !

This kind of mental pain is far more violent than Uncle Zuo's words of gun and stick! If I had known that I had hit him with that stick just now, I wouldn’t have held back!

Qin Kun roared in pain. The pain kept him regaining control of his body, but he was still struggling. He didn't know whether he would faint from the pain or regain control first.

At this moment, a huge cross fell from the sky!

boom……

Qin Kun was smashed into the ground!

At that moment, Qin Kun's pain disappeared. After getting up again, he completely regained control of his body, as if he was reborn!

Qin Kun stood up again, and the cross turned into powder and disappeared.

Qin Kun rubbed his neck and nodded to Magic Lisa who was not far away: "Thank you."

The three old men looked at it in confusion: "Holy Cross?! The Holy See's magic."

Magic Lisa stepped forward: "Three seniors, I swear in the name of God that your existence is not absolutely real."

Magic Lisa was covered in holy light, and the convincing power brought by the holy light made the three old men think deeply.

The only person who is incompatible with the Black Soul Sect is the Holy See.

What this little girl said...if it were true...

"So, I'm not me?"

The third old man who had been silent had white eyebrows and white hair. He opened his eyes and asked softly.

"Senior... there is no particularly strict answer to this question." Magic Lisa bowed.

The old man nodded: "I am a believer in wisdom, and I also believe in God. I will consider what you say. But even if, as you said, we were borrowed by Carter to deal with you, then, what are you going to do next?"

It was a very simple question. Let’s not talk about conflicts and contradictions. The old man directly kicked over the choice.

Qin Kun, Menoetius, and Lancelot all looked at Hazlitt.

"When Carter broke into Sion Manor, how did he break the situation after reaching this level?" Everyone asked.

There was a gentle breeze.

The sun is temporarily blocked by clouds.

The manor is full of birds and flowers, but very quiet.

In the semi-open-air collection hall, Hazlitt took a deep breath, looked at everyone and said, "When Carter broke through, the three seniors died."

As he spoke, Hazlit looked at the three of them: "Senior, if we want to break the situation, we need to take action against you."

Hazlitt told the story of the murder of the three people in detail. In order to convince the three of them, Hazlitt also revealed the development of Sion Manor from the time of their death to the present.

The ridiculous answer made the old man opposite him laugh after a while.

"Hahahahaha...that's it. So the real me is dead."

The old man didn't question it.

The same goes for the other two old men: "Well... Carter has improved to this extent. It seems that the prophet will not be his opponent. I wonder if the Pope can stop his future steps..."

The three of them didn't seem to be laughing, but rather relieved.

Chatting, breathing the air, rare relaxation.

Then, an old man spoke: "In that case, what are you waiting for?"

Opposite me, Hazlitt, who was in a complicated mood, raised his head: "But... senior..."

"Decision is also part of wisdom. Now that you have the answer in your mind and know how things should develop, why not do it?"

At this moment, the other party's words were more like persuading him to let go.

Hazlitt put away his difficult expression, and Van Helsing, Marissa, Menoetius, and Lancelot also assumed fighting postures.

At this time, Qin Kun, who stood up again, stretched his muscles and bones, looked at the nice weather, and said to everyone: "Since you have already decided, I might as well tell you a more cruel thing, right?"

The tense situation has been suppressed for the time being, and the conflict has become irreconcilable. Regardless of whether the three old men believe what Hazlitt and Marissa said, this fight will eventually happen.

But when Qin Kun spoke now, he didn't know what to say.

"Qin, is there anything else that makes me more uncomfortable than this battle?" Hazlit asked with difficulty, gritting his teeth.

Qin Kun smiled: "Of course. Everyone knows that Carter has never killed anyone. This is the consensus of you exorcists in Europa. Even the big shots say so. So...the three seniors of yours died back then. , tell me, who killed this person?"

The air suddenly solidified.

If according to the next development, the three old men must die, then wouldn't they kill the person?

After a while, even the well-informed Van Helsing began to breathe quickly: "You mean...everything here will affect reality?"

"I mean...here, this is reality! I'm afraid you still don't know the power of the causal line."

After Qin Kun finished speaking, he lit a cigarette and sat next to him, "I will not participate in the bad things. This time I will protect those Yang people, and the three old men... will be left to you."