Super God: From Ghost Controller to Emperor Fengdu

"Is his condition...on the verge of recovery?"

Gu Yi asked.

But there was a firm belief in his words.

Wu Zhao nodded.

Skull-hunting clown!

A typical trickster who was influenced by magnesium-style superhero culture and accidentally controlled the trickster!

It's completely predictable.

Such a dreamer stands in the center of the stage.

The trickster who is eager to perform and cheer, how will he do things after controlling the trick!

That's right.

He is playing a superhero!

Even.

This is not his first time!

If the unlucky ones who were watching were not affected by its supernatural effect, they should be able to easily smell the smell of rotting corpses! They should also be able to detect it.

The madness in the other party's eyes is getting more intense, and they should be able to see that his blood is like blood The scene where the soaked makeup was squirming like a worm!

Wu Zhao frowned:

"Yes, he is on the verge of recovery... I am very surprised. I am sure that the supernatural forum has not missed this fool. He cannot be unaware of the shortcomings of the frequent use of the power of the devil."

He raised his head slightly and looked at the golden-red figure cutting across the sky.

Gu 30yi smiled helplessly:

"Obviously, Stark got off to a bad start."

Yes.

Ever since Tony openly announced at the press conference that he was Iron Man, the whole North!

Even the entire Western society.

The yearning for superheroes and the worship of individual heroism began to surge like a tsunami. Sweeping like a storm!

Of course the so-called skull-hunting clown knows what a trickster is and the potential dangers of controlling a trick, but... in this country, there are still people who believe that the earth is a flat magnesium.

Dare to do all kinds of things There are absolutely endless things to kill!

The difference is.

This time the person seeking death is a trickster, that's all.……

"Mr. Wu Zhao, it looks like you have to show up."

"Well, that's what I'm here for."

The next moment.

There was a shadow crawling up from under his feet, wrapping Wu Zhao in it, and then the concept was added to it, and the supernatural effect was stimulated. Wu Zhao easily shook the laws of real physics, transformed into a shadow, and spread out into the shadow like water. , disappeared!

On the other side, the time went back to half a minute ago.

In front of Li Wei's supernatural being, an entire team of thirteen Chitauri soldiers were picked off like mowing grass without any resistance. The heads were gone.

Along with the headless corpses, they fell to the ground, smashed into flesh and blood, and sprayed in all directions. They hung forty to fifty meters low in the air.

Six or seven individual flying devices were also lost like kites with broken strings. Controlled, rolled and fell into the crowd.

Crunch! -

Bloody roads stretched out crookedly in the crowd!

This uncontrolled collision alone caused the crowd to lose at least fifty people!

Boom! -

Explosion and Gunsmoke, accompanied by broken limbs, flew randomly like a rain curtain.

Dozens more people were killed!

However!

The crowd surrounding the skull-hunting clowns burst into earth-shattering cheers and shouts. The fanaticism on their faces was not at all different from that of the same kind. Changed by the tragic death.

Even!

Those who were affected and disabled, like the most fanatical believers, raised their blood-stained arms and gave the loudest cheers in their lives to the skull-hunting clowns who saluted in all directions!

Those who looked around All around, there was pure enthusiasm!

Is it expectation?

Yes!

Of course!

The skull-hunting clown stood up in an extremely grandiose manner, laughed wildly and shouted:

"A supreme performance! Wow!"

："Supreme!"

："Supreme!"

："Supreme!"

Surrounded by a fanatical crowd, they responded and shouted in unison like cultists.

"Hee hee...then let it continue! Let it sublime!"

："continue!"

："continue!"

："sublimation!"

："sublimation!"

The fanatical shouting is still the same.

The madness in the eyes of the skull-hunting clown completely overflows, and along with it, there are two rows of blood and tears flowing from the chrysalises! The weird clown!

Here, he is completely revived...

Finally!

The one who keeps turning, Yu Qita Among the flower balls that Rui Ren's head turned into, a slightly rich middle-aged human head replaced one of them!

In the crowd, a headless corpse fell to the ground, with blood flowing out. (It's so cool to watch. For novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

But no one was afraid!

No one escaped!

Some were just the same fanatical shouts as always!

Bang! -

A palm covered by shadow, pressing hard on the hunter Without saying a word, the skull-hunting clown grabbed his face and slammed it to the ground!

Boom! -

The ground cracked!

The skull-hunting clown's head was almost squeezed out!

The eyeballs that were about to bulge out of their sockets rolled crazily. , finally, at a weird angle, he fiercely looked into Wu Zhao’s cold eyes through the gaps between his fingers.

"Offal!"

Boom, boom, boom! -

The fierce green flames covered the whole place!

The three flower heads that were flying towards Wu Zhao were instantly burned to charcoal, and then the whole street was blocked. The crowd was instantly burned by the green flames!

Finally, the blazing green fire burned away all the hypocrisy.[]

The fanatical crowds are long gone.

Instead.

They were corpses that had stiffened long ago. Without exception, everyone had died with a look of fear on their faces! also.

Next to the clown who has long since recovered.

There are hundreds or even thousands of them, transformed into ghosts, slaves controlled and controlled by them!

Wu Zhao has understood.

The clown's killing pattern is that anyone who witnesses his performance will die. 753Death has already come.

Taking off the head is just the process of making a cunning slave by a cunning clown!

Sigh.

The miserable green flames turned into a torrent, sweeping through the entire place, burning the corpses, and then poured into the entrance of the subway station like a rushing river... There was no one inside.

Bang! ——The cracks in the supernatural dimension opened.

The clown who was still struggling and unyieldingly launched a supernatural confrontation with Wu Zhao was forcibly thrown into it by Wu Zhao.

This is the supernatural dimension, another great help to Wu Zhao.

It's just supernatural suppression.

Suppressing the supernatural powers of the entire dimension would undoubtedly make it easier and freer, and would also prevent Wu Zhao from mobilizing his own supernatural power so frequently.

Finish these.

Wu Zhao was about to leave and returned to the Holy Sanctuary to drink tea with Gu Yi.

Just at this time.

Boom! ——A hammer entwined with roaring thunder, dragging a strong man against the norm, speeding across the sky, heading straight for Stark Tower.

That's where the core of this invasion lies!

Stark Tower!

A blue beam of light rose into the sky from the top of the building.

At an altitude of two kilometers, a temporary space portal is opened, and its existence is maintained by the continuous function of the Cosmic Cube.

Chitauri soldiers roared in, riding swarm-like individual aircraft, pouring out like a tide without stopping!.