Demon Resurrection: Awakening of the Classic of Mountains and Seas at the Beginning

Face this terrible blow.

The blood-colored figure, which was originally full of momentum, had a fierce face.

Thunder and flames were originally things to restrain ghosts, and with such a violent hammer, this hammer was simply going to scare the ghosts to death.

"Stinky Taoist, Lao Tzu fought with you!!".

The blood-colored figure roared wildly, and a scarlet light burst out in his eyes, and a blood-colored power condensed out of his body, turning into one after another unjust souls and demons to the ground...... In the blink of an eye, the entire road became a blood-colored purgatory, and countless figures with severed hands and feet, and even figures that were smashed into pieces and bodies that were broken in two, appeared on the ground one after another, letting out a terrible scream.

"Help me, I'm so miserable~".

"Pick up my head to me..."

"Come, bury me!".

"My stomach hurts, quick, help me rip it open!".

“......"

On the whole road, hundreds of evil ghosts crawled densely, the ground was paved with scarlet by their blood and resentment, and the whole road became a field of blood-colored figures, which were all killed by it, and died in car accidents.

"Ahh

Chen Shijiao covered her mouth tightly, but she still couldn't control her screams.

This scene is simply hell on earth.

Anyone who sees it will be scared and their legs will go limp.

And the countless evil ghosts and unjust souls, all crawled towards Jiang Che, and the speed at which they crawled was terrifyingly fast, almost in an instant, Jiang Che was completely submerged, and soon a hill composed of unjust souls was piled up, and there were all kinds of terrifying ghosts on it.

These ghosts howled miserably, inflicting their own pain on Jiang Che's body, and the endless resentment and yin qi instantly blocked and submerged Jiang Che.

"Xiao Che!".

Chen Shijiao fell to her knees, tears of despair.

And that blood-colored figure, after using his own strength to completely suppress Jiang Che, did not laugh and ridicule Jiang Che's indiscretion, but looked at him suspiciously.

"This ...... Could it be that this stinky Taoist priest is really a silver spear wax head?"

The blood-colored figure licked the corners of his mouth.

Counting.

"One second, two seconds, three seconds..."

Just as the corners of its mouth sketched a sinister smile.

"Dude, is that all?".

A deep voice rang out from beneath the demon pile.

Huh?

The blood-colored figure was stunned.

What is all there is to it?

Jiang Che said again: "Is that all the evil ghosts you can summon, is there more?" If so, I will ask for all ten yuan." "

The blood-colored figure looked stunned.

Is there a lot of snakeskin?

This is the evil ghost summoned by Lao Tzu, the evil ghost who eats people and does not spit out bones!

Why do you still look like you're dissatisfied?

You're a pervert!!

I still want all ten dollars?

You think it's Chinese cabbage?!!

"No, then you're welcome. "

Accompanied by Jiang Che's decisive voice.

The blood-colored figure suddenly felt a strong palpitation.

"Thunder Flames, Open!!".

Bang !!

The ghost mountain where the evil ghosts were piled up exploded directly, and under that, thunder and flames erupted at the same time, and countless unjust souls and ghosts, one after another, were scattered under this earth-shattering explosion.

The hammer wrapped in thunder and flames is unabated.

Directly hammered hard, blasting into the blood-colored figure.

The blood-colored figure's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly gathered the blood-colored energy and evil qi on the entire road, and blocked it in front of him, his eyes revealing infinite horror.

Boom !!!!

There was a loud bang, like a missile exploding. The entire four-lane road, 80% of which is wide, has become a huge crater, at least 3 meters deep, almost to be artificially smashed into a shell crater.

Under the smoke and dust in the sky.

In Chen Shijiao's desperate gaze.

A figure walked out slowly.

Under his feet, a fresh breeze rose and surrounded his body, blocking all those smoke, dust, and blood clots, and the whole person was spotless, like a white-clothed sword god.

The only thing that's a bit of a dissonance is.

What this person was carrying in his hand was not a three-foot Qingfeng, but a sledgehammer.

"Senior sister, let's go. "