I open an adventure house in the mysterious world of recovery.

Chapter 212 Pharaoh

In addition to Ye Zhen, the other three captains also suppressed a large number of ghosts. He Yin'er's body was fluttering with white silk, Li Jun brought the Sanskrit sound array, and Wei Jing, although he did not have a ghost rope, he took out a rusty iron chain.

This thing was specially built for him by Wang Xiaoming. The effect is similar to the ghost rope. It may not be as good as the ghost rope in dealing with groups of ghosts, but if it is a single ghost, the effect is better, such as the ghost rope and the shroud. Combined version.

Soon, the ghosts were sent out of Fushou Garden one after another, and in the end they almost filled up all the gold boxes brought by the supernatural forum, forcing the manager to send a message asking Ye Zhen to wait before going out.

Fortunately, at this time, the group of fierce ghosts who had gathered around them had all been dealt with, but there were still countless figures rustling around in the endless cemetery, which seemed endless.

"How many ghosts are there in here?" Everyone's expressions changed a bit. Even if they could hold on, the boxes prepared by the supernatural forum might not be enough.

In the original work, there was only a small cemetery that invaded Fushou Garden, and one Ye Zhen could solve it, because most of the areas were still suppressed by Luo Qian.But now that Luo Qian's body has been stolen, the entire cemetery is out of control, and the impact can be imagined.

"Look at how embarrassed you are, you still have the nerve to call yourself captain of the headquarters?" Ye Zhen sneered, put his hands behind his back, and looked up into the distance.

"Sure enough, among the heroes in the world, only Tang Wudi can catch my eye...ah!"

Before he could finish pretending, he felt his feet were empty and he sank into the soil. The soil that was relatively solid just now suddenly seemed to have turned into a swamp. It was mostly composed of "mud" and was extremely soft and sticky. It was gone in an instant. knee.

"Huh? A young man attacked me someday?"

Ye Zhen's eyes narrowed and he was about to use the ghost realm to leave. However, in the next second, countless pairs of cold hands directly grabbed his feet that were stuck in the soil and pulled him deeper.

The ghost realm is suppressed and cannot be used.

Ye Zhen staggered and instinctively used his hands to support his body. However, as long as the ground he touched immediately became extremely muddy, Ye Zhen's hands also sank in, causing him to sink into the grave soil in a very inelegant shape.

"help!"

The other three people realized that something was wrong. Li Jun's talisman, Wei Jing's chain, and He Yin'er's white silk all looked at Ye Zhen, trying to pull him out.

But the tomb soil surged, swallowing up the talisman and the derivative white silk, and Wei Jing's iron chain was also deeply trapped in it. He pulled hard with a gloomy expression, and the iron chain broke directly from it.

The broken part slowly sank into the grave soil. For a moment, everyone felt helpless when looking at this thing that was surging like a swamp.

Li Jun smeared the spell on his hands, trying to deflect the supernatural attack, and reached out to grab Ye Zhen to pull him up.

But it was useless. The spell touched the grave soil and disappeared in an instant. Although Li Jun himself was not attacked, his power was completely unable to resist the force pulling Ye Zhen under the grave soil.

Wei Jing and He Yin'er saw this and came to help, but the three of them could only delay Ye Zhen's sinking slightly. In the blink of an eye, his nose was almost submerged into the earth.

"Let go, we will be dragged down if we continue."

He Yin'er is the calmest one and cannot give up decisively when things happen: "Anyway, he has a scapegoat, so he should be able to save his life."

Li Jun and Wei Jing also thought it made sense, but just before they were about to let go...

"Shh-!"

The sound of a hatchet cutting through the air struck, and Tang Long arrived at the last moment with great danger, amputating Ye Zhen's limbs below the eyebrows, and lifted his scalp out of the grave.

At the same time, he also used Ghost Domain to take the other three people off the ground and float in mid-air, just like Luo Wensong, Li Qingzhi and others who had just been released.

Others who were stabbed like this by Tang Long were killed on the spot, but Ye Zhen's scalp turned into a head again at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he shouted: "Damn it, Tang Wudi. Fortunately, you came quickly, these Xiao Xiaoxiao actually..." If you dare to plot against me, when the Sa family recovers, go poke a hundred transparent holes in this guy!"

"You have changed from Fahai to Lu Zhishen again, right?" Tang Long rolled his eyes, "Don't think about it, the one who attacked you was not the ghost under the grave, but the ghost controller."

"Ghost master?"

The other three people felt a chill in their hearts and immediately became alert.

"Someone carved our names on the tombstones, so as long as we stand on the ground, we will be attacked and swallowed up by the grave soil."

Tang Long said in a deep voice: "Don't underestimate this thing. Seeing that Ye Zhen is only recovering from his scalp that left the grave, you know that as long as it is completely swallowed up, even he cannot die for him."

Ye Zhen snorted coldly, but could not refute. He could only say with an unhappy face: "Thanks, Tang Wudi, I admit that you are stronger now."

"I'm not saying this to thank you, but to be careful in everything." Tang Long had already regained his composure, "As long as your feet don't touch the ground, you won't be swallowed up by the grave soil. Everyone uses the ghost realm to maintain flight. In this state, even if you are forced to land, try to find a tombstone to stand on."

"Like this."

Everyone present was an experienced ghost controller, and they immediately understood what Tang Long meant. Ye Zhen and He Yin'er launched the ghost realm. Wei Jing was a little ghost himself. Of course, he could also use the ghost realm, but not as much as Tang Long. powerful.As for Li Jun, a thick mist suddenly surged around him and spread to all sides.

"Is the ultimate source of this fog still the ghost monk?" Tang Long was delighted. In this way, Li Jun also had a ghost domain. Even if everyone's names were engraved on the tombstone, there was no need to worry too much.

But at this moment, another joking voice rang out: "In such a short period of time, I was able to understand how to use grave soil. This is really an incredible insight. I am worthy of being the number one ghost controller in Asia."

"You must know that our king's organization has lost countless ghost masters, and even planted a king here to barely achieve the goal."

Along with the sound, the grave soil on the ground suddenly surged, constantly rotating and changing, and finally formed a huge four-sided pyramid, which looked like a pyramid.

And at the top of this "pyramid" stood a man with wheat-colored skin and gold jewelry all over his body.

"Let me introduce myself. I am one of the leaders of the King's organization, code name, Pharaoh."

"Pharaoh, a king who has never been mentioned in the original work." Tang Long frowned.

"What an arrogant guy." He Yin'er sneered, "You showed up alone. Do you think you can kill so many of us by yourself?"

"You are all at the level of captain of the headquarters. Of course I can't do it if it's just me." Pharaoh smiled slightly and opened his arms. "But with the gift of that adult, I can already control the grave soil here."

Everyone's hearts suddenly trembled, looking at the pyramid of grave soil at his feet. If this guy could really control the grave soil, even if it was only a small part, it would be quite extraordinary.

"You lied." But at this time, Tang Long said categorically, "You can't control the grave soil at all."

"Mr. Tang seems to be very confident." Pharaoh smiled.

"If the grave soil is outside, you may be able to control part of it, but here, all the grave soil is integrated and endless. Only the real cemetery owner can control it."

Tang Long sneered: "Do you think you can deceive people by not letting us see your back and pretending to use the name of Pharaoh to make people think that your gold is just a decoration?"

The Pharaoh's expression changed several times, and finally he smiled calmly and said, "As expected of Mr. Tang, your insight is truly first-class."

He took off his golden breastplate and threw it to the side. You could see that there was a ferocious and huge tattoo on the pharaoh's chest and entire back, exactly like Luo Qian.

"This ghost tattoo was given to me by the Lord. It allows me to temporarily exert about [-]% of the power of the ghost on the tattoo. If you are my enemy in this cemetery, do you really think you have a chance of winning? "

"Tattoos... Zhang Han's tattoos? A similar ability to Guizhuang?"

Tang Long's expression changed slightly, but he shouted without hesitation: "Do it, don't let him delay!"

"Have you been seen through?" Pharaoh was shocked. The goal of the king's organization was not only to take away the supernatural items and Luo Qian, but also to target all the evil ghosts in the entire Fushou Garden.

Because if that adult wants to restore his strength, he needs to absorb a large number of ghosts.

But before many of the ghosts were imprisoned and taken away, people from the headquarters came over, so the Pharaoh had to go out to fight, at least to delay for his men to send the most important batch of S-class ghosts back to the Lord.

He is not afraid of death. As a fanatical believer, Pharaoh feels that the entire king's organization should dedicate everything to that goal. He is only afraid that he has not been able to delay it for enough time.

He originally wanted to use his words, shocking appearance and Luo Qian's tattoo to scare these captains so that they would not dare to act rashly, but he did not expect that Tang Long would not accept this trick at all.

"You are looking for death on your own, then die here!"

He roared with a ferocious expression, and the huge Luo Qian tattoo on his chest also frowned, showing a captivating expression.

Then, the surging grave soil that formed the pyramid instantly dissipated and turned into a huge wave that attacked everyone.

"He can't even control half of the grave soil. This tattoo is really not that exaggerated!" Tang Long was even more convinced of his guess. How could it be so easy to reproduce the supernatural power of the Seven Elders? This tattoo might be able to copy the abilities of other ghosts. He can perform at 5%, but copying Luo Qian is definitely not possible.

If you think about what happened when Tong Qian used ghost makeup to try to copy Zhang Dong's ability in the original work, it's not difficult to guess that the pharaoh was bluffing.

"And... the ghosts that copy abilities are not exclusive to you!" Tang Long shouted, "Brother Li!"

Li Qingzhi immediately puffed up his chest and pointed the Yata mirror in front of him at the Pharaoh. To be precise, he pointed it at the tattoos on the Pharaoh's body.

The next second, most of the grave soil that surged in the air fell instantly.

"Grave soil is magical, right? I can control it too!"

(End of this chapter)