Strange Recovery: I Can Become A Big Demon

When they heard that Jiang Chen had blocked Wang's blow, several Grandmasters were shocked.

But after listening to the second half of Zhang Mu's sentence.

They just felt their ears buzzing.

Let go of...a king? !

"Old Zhang, you are too good at joking." A new deputy director named Sun De said.

"It's just that..." Lu Ming's smile was a bit forced, and after a short contact, he couldn't help but believe this statement in his heart.

"There are too many secrets in this person, and it is possible to do anything unexpected." Among them, Luo Ji, who was closest to Jiang Chen, spoke seriously.

"Let's hurry over there, don't really cause trouble!"

"Master Metropolitan King shouldn't be so stingy, right?" Sun De comforted, "They're all from her own family, so she can at most give her a little reprimand."

Zou Lianshan pondered for a moment, but nodded: "It's better to go and have a look."

As a result, a group of great masters soared into the sky.

Seeing this, the rest of the group quickly greeted them, quickly killed the ghost in hand, and chased after them. After all, the Changhe River was rolling with waves at the moment, and wave after wave of cold air was coming, which was very terrifying.

It is obviously safer to stay with the grand master.

...

the other side.

Jiang Chen is calling for the ghost Maitreya, the great elder of the ghost refining sect, and the ghost hitting the wall to hold down the river god of a river.

There was a sudden throbbing in his heart.

The hairs exploded.

Without further ado, he rushed forward.

The next moment, the ghost's head shattered without warning, and a figure in a black robe appeared at the place where Jiang Chen was standing.

Jiang Chen threw himself forward for a few hundred meters, and looked back, at this time, Ghost Maitreya and the Great Elder of the Ghost Refining Sect had already struck out in unison.

Ghost Maitreya slapped his palm, and the blood-gold Buddha light flourished.

It fell on the black-robed man, causing the opponent's abdomen to be sunken directly, but the opponent seemed to have no pain, and pressed down with one hand, easily crushing the head of the Great Elder of the Ghost Refining Sect.

However, the two headless corpses suddenly hugged each other tightly.

Ghost Maitreya's palm directly hit the head.

"boom"

The head of the man in black exploded.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Chen did not relax in the slightest. Instead, he tightly held the Yinshen Hammer and the Suppressing Nail, every inch of his muscles tensed.

Because at this time.

On the river under the darkness of night, men in black robes suddenly appeared one after another, densely packed, and surrounded him.

A single figure forced the three fierce souls to do their best.

Two or three hundred points, if the strengths are the same, even those who are strong in the king state will have to light a cigarette first.

"Sacrificing ghosts?"

Jiang Chen said viciously: "I hope you don't know good from bad, I just killed a few river gods, and you want to violate the black and white covenant of the past?"

"Let me tell you, if you break the agreement, you are slapping the face of our evil Cao Yanluo. You don't know how serious the consequences are!"

"The city king was taken aback, who slapped me in the face? Ghost Qi +70000!"

Without saying a word, the man in black took a step forward and attacked directly.

And Jiang Chen didn't seem to listen to the prompts of the whole system, but only heard 70,000. When his eyes lit up, he swallowed a handful of blood ginseng pills, and poured a lot of demonic power into the Yin God Hammer.

"boom"

The surrounding air seemed to shake violently.

A figure with only skeletons left slowly walked out of the Yinshen Hammer, and a large amount of white fog filled the air, covering the entire river in just a few breaths.

The quasi-king of fog ghosts!

In the mist, it held Jiang Chen's shoulder with one hand, and with a flash of sight, he walked out of the center of the encirclement.

The quasi-king of the fog ghost turned back again, struck out in the thick fog, grabbed a black-robed figure, dragged it out, and killed it brutally.

There seemed to be a sense between the figures, and all the figures came to kill the Zhunwang Wugui.

However, in the thick fog, it was almost invincible. Jiang Chen, who had opened the Blue Lion Card, spent a lot of effort and used tricks to lure the enemy before killing him.

I saw that the figure of the Wugui quasi-king was a little blurred, and his position changed instantly.

Then he kept reaching out his hands, dragging one after another of the men in black robes into the depths of the fog and killing them.

Jiang Chen also saw something tricky.

These people in black robes don't really have the strength of great masters. On the one hand, they can attack high and defend low, and on the other hand, they can't attack too many people at the same time.

Generally speaking, it was similar to those weird dolls that Luo Ji fought against back then, only much more advanced.

They do not threaten the king.

If it is really hundreds of great masters, if they attack together, the king can only avoid their edge.

These men in black robes are essentially just a means of illusion, but they can quickly switch from reality to reality.

Therefore, it is almost impossible to solve only against enemies of the same level or weaker than oneself.

"Ding, ghost energy +3000..."

Jiang Chen also discovered that the complete death of the black-robed man will cause a small loss to the other party, and will provide some weak mood swings.

Although there is not much ghost energy, but under this amount, it is also very impressive.

He immediately became excited, swallowed a few blood ginseng pills again, injected huge demon power, and another figure far surpassing the grand master walked out of the Yinshen Hammer.

The other party held a sharp knife and walked into the thick fog, and they cooperated very tacitly with the Wugui Zhunwang.

In the blink of an eye, black-robed figures died one after another.

"Damn it! Where did the two half-kings come from? Ghost Qi +120000!"

The city king was also a little anxious. When there were only a few dozen people in black robes left, she finally couldn't bear it anymore. With a wave of her hand, all the illusions disappeared.

The next moment, a rusty sharp knife and a bloody bone hand protruded from the mist and grabbed the only remaining man in black.

Two slender white hands lifted up, easily grasping the bone hand and the sharp knife.

The two and a half kings were actually unable to move.

The Metropolitan King raised her head, and her eyes turned scarlet at the moment, filled with endless strangeness, as if two bloody flames were burning.

"Parents who suffer from body, hair and skin, if they don't cherish it, it should be a felony."

"Punish you—"

"Hot hell!"

She stared at the quasi-king of the fog ghost, and pronounced the verdict. The cold voice was full of supreme majesty, and when the words fell, a terrifying scene happened.

The quasi-king of the fog ghost first had his mouth and nose on fire, and then his skeleton cracked a little bit, tiny flames shot out from it, the terrifying high temperature filled the air, and the cracked lines on his body became bigger and bigger.

until the end.

Accompanied by a horrified scream.

It collapsed suddenly like a burning furnace!

Amidst the crackling sound, the Zhunwang Wugui turned into coke all over the place.

Following its death, the surrounding fog quickly disappeared, and a piece of clarity was restored, while the city king dragged the half king with the knife, opened his mouth again to pronounce the sentence, and burned the other party to death.

Those scarlet pupils were looking at Jiang Chen from a distance.

"Hehe~"

The face under the cloak hat, against the backdrop of red pupils, became even paler.

Jiang Chen's body trembled, and the strong fear of imminent death spread like a swarm of ants in his blood vessels, spreading to every corner of his body.

At this time, he only needed to pretend to know each other, and call Lord Metropolitan King, and the matter would be over.

But Jiang Chen has always had a high emotional intelligence. If he recognized the other party at this time, wouldn't it be a blow to the leadership?

So he held the hammer tightly and twisted his neck left and right, making a crisp "click".

The corners of his mouth curled up, and he also sneered, showing his fighting spirit.