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

Chapter 214 The figure in the media
"Crack-crack--!"

The corpse's neck was turned by Tang Long, and it actually made a sound similar to the friction of rusty gears. It seemed that it had indeed been completely integrated with the pendulum clock parts.

The other four people had no time to recover from the shock of what Tang Long said was a large-scale restart, and they hurriedly prepared for battle.

Soon, a team of dozens of people appeared on the spot with panic faces.

The next second, shouts, chanting, crying, and fighting were intertwined...

In the west, in an unknown mountain range.

The missionary, wearing a white robe and never leaving his book, walked quickly through the dark and vast palace.

His expression was very gloomy. Although the King's Organization was a parliamentary system, he had always been the recognized leader, but now...

Let alone the leader, he is not even a lackey, he can only be regarded as a consumable.

Although the name is still called the King's Organization, the missionary knows that this is just because "that gentleman" is too lazy to change the name.

Above these kings, there were priests, and the "Prophet" who led all the priests was actually a prisoner a year ago, a bastard who was trampled under his feet and was worse than a slave.

But it cannot be stopped, nor can it be resisted, nor must it be disobeyed.

Because the power of that adult was too terrifying, the missionary believed that if there really was someone in this world,
"Devil" is nothing more than that.

Although he thought so in his heart, when he reached the end of the palace and faced a closed door, he still tried to show a respectful look: "Your Majesty the Prophet."

After hearing this, he had been kneeling in front of the door, and the figure in black and gold robes slowly stood up: "How are things going?"

If Tang Long were here, he would immediately be able to tell that this was the voice of the "Girl of Prophecy".

"The Pharaoh may be in danger, but he sealed the blood formation before he died and sent nine S-level ghosts over..."

Before the missionary finished speaking, he felt a cold current flowing down his body. He looked up and immediately saw the pale, pupil-less eyeballs exposed under the other's hood.

"There are obviously ten S-class ghosts, but only nine were sent here?"

"The headquarters over there responded very quickly and sent several team captains to investigate. Tang Long, who is known as the number one in Asia, led the team."

The missionary stammered and explained: "The Pharaoh has tried his best to transport nine S-class ghosts at the cost of sacrifice..."

He was interrupted again, this time not by fear but by a chokehold.

What was strangling his neck was a tail, a scaly tail that poked out from under the black robe of "Lord Prophet".

On each scale, there is a ferocious and desperate face, representing a fierce ghost. Wrapped in such a tail, the preacher is completely unable to break free. His palms trembled as he tried to open the book, but the prophet After noticing this, he exerted force and immediately rolled his eyes, and the book in his hand fell to the ground with a "plop".

"How dare you resist in the face of the power given to me by the master?"

The missionary himself was already an alien and did not need to breathe at all, but after being wrapped up by this tail, he actually felt a "suffocation" feeling. The supernatural power in his body could not be used at all, and he was completely suppressed, like a Ordinary people are just as weak and helpless.

At this moment, a vague sound came from the tall black door, like the babbling sound of a baby with a beastly voice.

"Owner."

The prophet immediately knelt down in front of the Black Gate with enthusiasm, and his voice changed from the cold hatred of talking to the missionary to the passionate admiration. If you want to use a metaphor, it is probably the feeling of Bellatrix who bowed before Voldemort.

The missionary was thrown directly to the ground, struggled to get up, and hurriedly knelt down to worship. Of course, he couldn't understand the whisper-like voice of the ancient god.

Soon, the prophet gave instructions: "Bring those nine S-class ghosts here first. The old master who controls the grave soil cannot absorb them and has other uses. Be sure to seal them with coffin nails. If you can help him escape, you These kings can only be killed instantly."

"Yes." The missionary hurriedly accepted the order and left, but before leaving, he couldn't help but ask, "Sir Prophet, Master, if he has such terrifying strength, why should he be afraid of those people in the East? He would go directly to kill some headquarters. , wouldn’t it be better to catch all the evil ghosts and slowly absorb them?”

"Are you questioning the master's decision?" The striking white eyeballs appeared again under the prophet's hood.

"You don't dare!" The preacher was so frightened that he fell to his knees again.

"Listen to me." The prophet snorted coldly, "The East, especially that country, is far more powerful in supernatural attainments than you ignorant and arrogant Westerners. It is not the time for us to act yet."

"At least not until Zhang Dong dies."

"Zhang Dong?"

Hearing an unfamiliar name, the missionaries were filled with doubts and prepared to investigate carefully when they returned. If they could use the power of this hole, they might be able to get rid of this life of being a cow.

But at this moment, one of his men ran in like crazy: "No, it's bad! Mr. Missionary, the ghosts that were transported here, and the ghost controllers who were responsible for transporting them, are all gone!"

In an instant, the missionary's face turned pale.

……

On the other side, at Fu Shou Yuan, the almost one-sided confrontation ended.

Although there were a large number of ghost controllers organized by the king, almost all of them were cannon fodder-level people whose role was only to transport them. Under the terrifying offensive of captain-level masters, they all quickly died.

"Fortunately, we are not imprisoned with gold." Li Jun looked at the ground, and he seemed to have used special means to control Li Gui. There is no way to cross this blood formation, and when it comes to supernatural beings, it is impossible to use gold."

Tang Long spoke slowly: "Put these fierce ghosts here first. Later, I will throw them into the furnace one by one to burn them to death and use them to control others."

The king's organization's wanton behavior gave him a sense of crisis, and he had to speed up the training of masters.

"Go back now. I'm afraid that a large-scale restart will resurrect the pharaoh. If he survives, I will kill him again."

Everyone rushed back immediately, and sure enough they found the Pharaoh trying to hide and killed him again.

This tragic guy lived and died because of the scope restart. The most important thing is that every death has memories, which is really miserable.

"What are we going to do next?" Wei Jing said slowly, "This Fushou Garden is completely out of control. More and more evil ghosts will appear. Even if we can hold on, we don't have that many boxes to hold them in."

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Tang will turn this place into a haunted house attraction." Li Jun seemed confident.

"Unfortunately, I can't." Tang Long shook his head. Luo Qian's body was stolen and the trial mission in Fushou Garden could not be triggered. The evil ghosts here could not be dealt with at all.

"This……"

Li Jun was dumbfounded at the time, but immediately said: "In that case, I'll go ask the deputy minister and Professor Wang for instructions."

"It's not necessary." Tang Long shook his head, "I throw the pendulum clock, and it has another effect, which is to disrupt the flow of time here."

"Now the entire Fushou Garden no longer exists in reality. Only the pendulum clock can be used to set the time to release the evil ghosts inside. As long as I don't take this thing away for one day, they will be the same as the evil ghosts trapped in the Wang family's old house. Forever lost in the flow of time.”

"That's it!" Li Jun and Wei Jing both expressed admiration, "As expected of Mr. Tang."

"Okay, what a Tang Wudi!" Ye Zhen was also convinced, "I, Ye, say I am invincible. I have never looked down on anyone, so I have convinced you today!"

No matter how powerful he is, he can't defeat the entire Fu Shou Garden. Only Tang Long's pendulum clock can suppress this place.

"After all, it is what Yang Jian wanted to use to suppress Gui Hu in the original work. It is indeed useful, but this time when I deal with Gui Hu, I am missing a trump card."

Tang Long sighed. Not only did this trip fail to turn Luo Qian into an employee, but he also lacked a pendulum clock. Facing Guihu would be even more difficult.

"Then let's leave like this now?" When He Yin'er spoke, he still didn't dare to look at Tang Long.

"Wait a minute, I have one last thing to try."

Tang Long sacrificed the pendulum clock for another reason. If he interrupted the time flow here, he could use infinite invasion to return to the moment before Luo Qian was taken away.

Go back to that time, kill the people in the king's organization, and take back Luo Qian's body!

Although I know the risks are high, I have to give it a try no matter what.

Taking people to the dug grave, Tang Long used his ghost eyes to look at the past, looking for the moment when the grave was dug. There were many ghost masters here at that time, and there must be living people to invade him. .

"found it."

Soon, Tang Long saw the excavation site. There were nearly a hundred ghost masters digging, and there were three kings guarding the formation next to them.

These three people were the Pharaoh, a man wearing a white robe with a book in his hand, and a guy Tang Long didn't recognize.

"Pharaoh, missionaries and an unknown king are indeed tricky, but you can find out."

As long as Tang Long's invasion speed is fast enough, he can immediately summon the ghost employees in the shadows, and then release the ghosts in the evil spirit necklace. It doesn't matter if there are nearly a hundred people, he can still hit them.

He was just afraid that he would be discovered as soon as he passed by, and would be chased and beaten by the other side, without even having time to summon the employees in the shadow.

"No, there is someone else."

His eyes moved to the side. A figure in black and gold robes stood in front of the old grave. Even the three kings had to be respectful when talking to her.

"The outline looks a bit like the prophecy girl?"

Just when Tang Long was slightly surprised, the woman in black and gold robe actually moved and looked here.

"Can she see me?" Tang Long was shocked.

Then, the woman turned around and walked directly towards Tang Long.

"The figures in the past media can still move?!" Tang Long found that he seemed to have underestimated the King's organization.

There are only two people in the media who realize that the situation is wrong and can even fight back, leaving aside Yang Jian and Zhang Dong in the mysterious recovery.

One is named Meng Xiaodong.

One, named Zhang Xianguang.

　I've been waiting for a long time~ Here's an extra chapter~
　　
　
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