surnamed Wang

Chapter 672 Horror Stories

A dozen strange figures suddenly appeared in front of Wang Gangquan, and with just one glance, he quickly hid behind Yanlu.

"What are you doing?" The woman frowned slightly.

"Don't talk yet." Wang Gangquan looked serious.

Yan Lu thought he had some plan, so she shut up obediently, but after waiting for a while, she didn't see any action, so she couldn't help turning her head and whispering:

"What do you want..."

In the middle of speaking, she was stunned, because the other party was a big man, like a quail, shrank his tall body behind her, lowered his head and closed his eyes, and kept muttering in his mouth:
"Can't see me, can't see me..."

There was a Fengshui master in the ancestors of Wang Bingquan's family. According to his seniority, he had to be called Taiye.

The grandpa was proficient at choosing a cemetery, doing funeral things, making paper men, and making coffins. Unfortunately, he had no heirs, so this skill could not be passed down.

Grandpa Wang Gangquan always liked to pester his uncle to tell stories when he was a child, and he was not afraid of ghosts and monsters. When he had a grandson, he would miss his childhood from time to time, so Wang Gangquan lived in fear of being dominated by ghost stories throughout his childhood.

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A dozen or so figures painted in red and green quickly floated in front of him, seeing that he was unreliable, she could only grit her teeth and rush forward.

The dozen or so people on the opposite side are all holding mourning sticks in their right hands and hanging ropes in their left hands. They are all dressed in paper clothes, and their pale faces are painted with exaggerated blush.

The woman was hard-pressed with two fists, and was quickly surrounded by the opponent. She looked anxiously to this side, but saw Wang Gangquan still squatting on the spot with his head covered, muttering something in his mouth.

"Red embroidered shoes...green skull...a hand on a window in the middle of the night..."

Wang Gangquan's voice was trembling, with an expression of not knowing whether he was crying or laughing, it was obvious that he was on the verge of collapse.

If a person is too frightened, he will turn into anger, and this anger can make him forget his fear and fear death.

The next moment, Wang Gingquan stood up suddenly, tilted his head and looked towards this side with a stiff expression, the corners of his mouth slightly opened, showing a strange smile and said:
"You forced me."

A dozen or so Nether people dressed in creepy clothes were taken aback by him.

The two swords of Wang Bingquan slowly unsheathed, and his figure rushed up. Before the other party could react, he had put the long sword on the neck of one of them.

Someone was stunned by his aura and subconsciously waved the medium-sized mourning stick in his hand. Wang Gingquan's eyes were crazy, and he raised his sword to meet him. In a flash, not only cut off the opponent's weapon, but also split his body in two.

Killing two lives in a flash, he always had a ferocious smile on his face, and he couldn't help muttering something. Seeing this, the rest of the Nether tribe couldn't care less about the green, and they all attacked this fierce man.

More than ten mourning sticks were thrown down at the same time, Wang Bingquan quickly raised his sword to parry, even though he was a supernatural being, he still couldn't help being smashed down by dozens of feet.

Looking at the hanging ropes dangling in the hands of the "paper figurines", Wang Gangquan was completely aroused, and his already crazy gaze was bleeding.

In his eyes, the dozen or so people had already become life-threatening ghosts, and they were the kind who suddenly appeared in the latrine in the middle of the night.

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A sword aura soared into the sky and took away the three of them in an instant. Wang Bingquan's figure appeared behind the other two and thrust out two swords quickly.

At the same time, a large number of peach blossoms in the center of the crowd exploded, and thousands of shattered blades gleamed coldly, piercing through everyone's bodies like raindrops.

One after another, the Nether clan members fell down unwillingly and terrified. When Wang Gangquan stood up again, there was only a "paper man" who had transformed himself into a god, and one of his arms had been cut off in the scuffle just now.

Horror appeared on the pale face of the Nether clansman, and at this moment he finally heard the words in the man's mouth clearly:

"Kill, I will kill you all."

He was completely terrified by the man in front of him, dropped his weapon and turned around and ran away. In order to get rid of the opponent's clutches, he even burned his soul to cast a space secret technique.

When his figure completely disappeared from sight, Wang Gangquan stopped his pursuit, and his expression changed from madness to bewilderment:
"I beat them off?"

He turned to look at Yan Lu, "Have I overcome my fear?"

The woman's face twitched, you call this fear?

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In the territory of the Nether tribe, a white figure staggered out of the crack, with a panic on his face, repeating a horror story in his mouth:
A lunatic with two swords, who only enjoys hunting Nether tribes, has a creepy smile on his lips, and keeps saying "Kill, kill them all". Whenever night falls, he will quietly come to you... …

In the following thousands of years, this story was once used by Nether tribe parents to scare disobedient children, and Wang Bingquan became the childhood nightmare of countless Nether tribe people.

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There are tens of thousands of monks gathered on the eastern battlefield, except for a few strong Mahayanas, the rest are insignificant supporting roles.

These supporting characters didn't muddle along because of their low cultivation. They couldn't decide the battle situation, but they still burst out as brilliant as the protagonist within their own capabilities.

Behind the Yangcang camp, a five-member team composed of three immortal monks was advancing against the attack. At the front of the team, the leader of Litangtang, Zhan Yu, was riding a big green bull, and a warrior from the Yashizong who was riding a giant crocodile Fat women walk side by side.

Zhan Jie learned a set of defensive techniques from Li Heixiong, and more than [-] air pockets around his body were wide open, and layers of thick air films isolated most attacks.

The woman riding the giant crocodile did not give up much, her body like a mountain of meat seemed to feel no pain, and the magic weapon bombarded her body like a bull into the sea, except for a few ripples, it could not cause any damage at all.

The mounts of the two are all famous strange beasts on the list of the Ya Thorn Sect. The green bull has great strength and thick skin, and it is covered with armor. The two huge horns of the bull are faintly glowing with black luster. Many monks from outside the territory are instantly red , and even more tragically, the intestines were pierced on the spot, and the water flowed all over the floor.

After seeing the blood, Qingniu became even more violent, making Zhan Jie a little bit uncontrollable, so he could barely control the direction and let him toss about.

Compared with the green bull, the giant crocodile next to it seemed much calmer. It opened its huge mouth and swallowed many monks alive, but there was always a cold look in its eyes. It swept across with its tail, always clearing an open space among the crowd.

Relying on the advantages of body training, the two rode the strange beasts and rampaged all the way, clearing a path for the team.Many monks had their muscles and bones broken by these two insignificant beasts, and they lost their combat effectiveness for a while. The three companions who followed immediately rushed forward, aiming at the floating magic weapon hundreds of meters away.

More and more people noticed this side and began to gather here spontaneously. Under the interception of various magical soldiers, the speed of the two strange beasts was gradually slowed down, and there were even several pauses in the middle.

Knowing that he couldn't last long, Zhan Jie said:

"Friend Daoist, it's your turn."

As soon as the words fell, a white man behind him waved several silk threads with his hands and penetrated into the bodies of the green bull and the giant crocodile. The aura of the two strange beasts rose sharply, each roared, and their appearance changed accordingly.

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(End of this chapter)