Mysterious resurgence

At this moment, Zhang Xianguang finally revealed his terrifying fangs.

Not only is his plan terrifying, but the strength he displays is also despairing.

There has never been a ghost controller in the supernatural circle who can show such supernatural power. Even if they have just come into contact, everyone already has a rough assessment in their minds, that is, there is a big gap between them and Zhang Xianguang, at least one level behind.

But now there are five Zhang Xianguang coming together.

Not only that, the surrounding area has been swallowed up by a darkness, and there are equally creepy ghosts and ghosts hidden in that darkness.

"The appearance of Gui Cha is not to attack us, but to trap us, restrict us, and prevent us from scattering. Wei Jing, are you sure that Gui Cha's suppression quota must be 9?" Liu San became a little uneasy at this moment. He gritted his teeth and said.

The appearance of this ghost had a great impact on his paper man.

Once the paper people get close, they will be immediately eliminated by the ghosts, so he needs to know the correct number so that the paper people can gather together before coming here.

Wei Jing explained numbly: "After coming out of the training base, the quota for suppressing ghosts was 9. However, after the subsequent supernatural events, the specific quota for ghosts is no longer certain. But what I am sure of is that, My suppression quota is 9, so probably the same is true for Guizhan. Some uncertain changes have caused Guizhan's suppression quota to stay at this number."

He gave a reason.

"Okay, I'll trust you once." Liu San asked no more questions.

"He Yin'er, summon the soul immediately." Yang Jian glanced at her and said.

"No need for you to remind me."

He Yin'er took a deep breath and immediately took off the bracelet from his wrist. He also took out an old wooden comb and a pocket watch that had stopped running long ago from his clothes.

Three vague outlines gradually appeared nearby.

She summoned three dead souls in one go.

But it takes some time for the dead souls to appear.

But the other party would not give He Yin'er time to summon his soul.

Five Zhang Xianguangs had already attacked at this moment. Their movements were not consistent, but they simultaneously raised the rusty old sword in their hands.

This knife does not require contact to kill people, and it is not clear what medium it uses as a medium, but the moment the knife was raised, everyone felt a strong sense of crisis.

There was almost no hesitation.

Yang Jian, Li Jun, Liu San, Wei Jing, and Li Leping took a step forward and blocked the other three people.

The first attack must be withstood.

Unable to stop him, there was no room for him to fight back.

The knife fell, as if it was swung in mid-air at random.

moment.

Some kind of terrifying supernatural power erupted and directly attacked the five of them.

A ferocious crack appeared on Yang Jian's neck again, and a head fell off his neck again. At this moment, he could not restart because he was in the ghost domain of the ghost painting, and his ghost eyes were suppressed and almost useless.

Li Jun on the side had a hole in his face, and gloomy will-o'-the-wisps spurted out through the hole, as if the out-of-control flames were about to engulf him.

Liu Sanzhi's body was also torn apart, but a cold and thin corpse was revealed inside. The corpse's skin was cut open, and sticky blood flowed out.

Wei Jing's face was expressionless as his chest was torn open, exposing his rotten and smelly internal organs.

Li Leping was even more miserable. He was cut off at the waist and fell directly to the ground.

"you."

He Yin'er was stunned when he saw such a tragic scene.

She didn't expect that several people would be so decisive in blocking Zhang Xianguang's attack for her, so that she could survive this attack unharmed.

Zhou Deng was also shocked, and then his eyes turned red.

Because not only He Yin'er was protected, he was also within the scope of protection.

"Did you block it?"

Lu Zhiwen was still expressionless, but he was staring at Zhang Xianguang in front of him with murderous intent.

"If you want to get rid of us, Zhang Xianguang, you are too underestimated."

At this moment, Yang Jian's headless corpse moved, and he raised his hand to throw the cracked spear.

One of them, Zhang Xianguang, immediately stopped and got ready.

However, the flying spear was caught by a tall ghost in mid-air. A blood-red face was imprinted on the tall ghost's face, which was exactly the same as Yang Jian.

Ghosting grabbed the cracked spear and raised his hand to slash at Zhang Xianguang.

Zhang Xianguang wanted to move, but found that his feet were grabbed by countless black and stiff palms. These palms were layered on top of each other, climbing up and almost swallowing him up.

The sound of gold and iron clashing echoed.

"You are nothing more than that."

He had no expression on his face, but he still raised the strange broadsword to block the attack.

However, the huge force made him lose his balance.

Suddenly, the mortal curse broke out.

Zhang Xianguang's face suddenly became ashen, and then this ashen complexion immediately spread to all parts of his body.

"boom!"

The curse of death disturbed him, the spear turned around, and the coffin nails directly pierced his body and nailed him to the ground.

Immediately, Zhang Xianguang completely stopped moving, and at the same time, his body began to decay rapidly, just like before, and the slight difference was that even the old sword in Zhang Xianguang's hand also decayed and was not left behind.

"Sure enough, you are stronger than others."

The other four Zhang Xianguang's faces looked a little strange, as if they didn't expect that Yang Jian could kill one of them so quickly.

But before he could think about it, the captains' counterattack had already begun.

The gloomy will-o'-the-wisp was enveloped, and Zhang Xianguang was engulfed in it in an instant. Li Jun also disappeared in the firelight. His body collided with Zhang Xianguang's body, and the whole human skin stuck to his body. , as if to cover it entirely.

Wei Jing ignored the wounds on his body at this moment. The black straw ropes in his hands had fallen from all directions and wrapped around the other Zhang Xianguang. The straw ropes became tighter and tighter, almost trapping him into a scarecrow.

The terrifying suppression of ghosts caused him to lose the strength to struggle.

At this moment, the yellow paper on Liu San's arm peeled off, revealing the strange and skinny palm, which was raised high, and then suddenly dropped when facing Zhang Xianguang.

Some kind of terrible killing pattern is triggered.

At this moment, the fourth Zhang Xianguang's heart stopped suddenly, and he fell to the ground unsteadily.

Li Leping's body that was chopped into two parts disappeared without knowing when. The memory just disappeared out of thin air, and he appeared in front of him intact again.

Thick smoke enveloped the fifth Zhang Xianguang. He disappeared into the smoke and wandered around looking for it.

Once found, the man-hunting ghost's killing pattern is triggered, and the last Zhang Xianguang may be killed.

The tall ghost slowly pulled out the cracked spear and turned to stare at the abnormalities around him. At the same time, the black shadow covered the ground. The head on the ground was lifted up by the black shadow and slowly spliced ​​back into the headless form. Physically.

"A fire can't burn me." At the same time, the second Zhang Xianguang's voice came from the will-o'-the-wisp.

In the light of the fire, a figure tore off a layer of human skin, and then the will-o'-the-wisp gradually extinguished. However, there were many burn marks on his body, but he was still alive, while Li Jun's body was no longer full, as if Only a piece of soft human skin remained in the shriveled balloon, which was held in Zhang Xianguang's hand and unable to move.

at the same time.

On the other side, the ghost rope wrapped around Zhang Xianguang began to break. Some kind of terrible supernatural being was not suppressed and wanted to escape.

"boom!"

The next moment, all the ghost ropes broke. The third Zhang Xianguang's body was a little twisted and deformed, but he still cut off the ghost ropes with a big knife and ignored Wei Jing's attack.

The fourth Zhang Xianguang was attacked by Liu San and fell to the ground, but he suddenly raised his head and slowly stood up again. It can be seen that his consciousness is still there and he was not killed by one blow.

This scene made Liu San open his eyes wide and feel horrified.

"Stop looking, I'm right here."

In the thick smoke, a figure fell out of the thick smoke with a groan.

That was Li Leping.

The fifth Zhang Xianguang strode out of the smoke intact.

In the captain-level attack, only Yang Jian successfully killed one Zhang Xianguang, and the remaining four Zhang Xianguang were still alive.

Not only that, Li Jun, who tried his best, was directly damaged, and all he could do was burn off a layer of Zhang Xianguang's skin.

"Spirit callers, we are no match for this person. This person was also a top-notch person during the Republic of China. Don't be reluctant to use your spiritual position."

At this moment, a dead soul summoned by He Yin'er immediately reminded him when he saw this scene.

After saying this, the three dead souls immediately looked ferocious, as if they had lost their minds, and then headed straight towards Zhang Xianguang like ghosts.

The three dead souls did not attack separately, but all rushed towards the second Zhang Xianguang.

The older generation of dead souls made a very correct judgment. They wanted to kill Zhang Xianguang and rescue Li Jun. They wanted to defeat the opponent to the greatest extent possible and at the same time restore their own disadvantage.

"Are the dead souls also going to cause trouble?" Zhang Xianguang raised the machete in his hand again.

But this moment.

One of them, Zhang Xianguang, stretched out his hand but it was empty.

The knife is missing.

"I succeeded."

Zhou Deng wore a human skin mask, and his whole person became strange and strange, but his tone was a bit surprising, because at this moment he was holding a rusty old machete in his hand.

This knife is Zhang Xianguang's knife.

"Huh?"

Later, the moment he held the big knife, Zhou Deng found that the sight in front of him changed and became particularly weird, because the sight was not complete, but split, like a complete picture torn into many pieces. , the torn wounds were like knives, ferocious and strange.

But when Zhou Deng's vision changed and he looked into the darkness, all the cracks disappeared and everything returned to normal.

"Don't hold this thing."

Lu Zhiwen on the side grabbed Zhou Deng's hand, snatched the old machete, and threw it aside.

At this moment, Zhou Deng's arm had completely rotted away, with the flesh and blood peeling off, leaving only the bones.

"Curse?" Zhou Deng took a breath.

He looked at his hand, but he couldn't feel the pain.

But the scene just now made him seem to understand something.