Mysterious Recovery

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Chapter 1285? A tragic collision (seeking a monthly pass, asking for a monthly pass.)

At this moment, Zhang Xianguang finally showed his terrifying fangs.

Not only is his plan terrifying, but the strength he shows is equally desperate.

There has never been a ghost rider in the spiritual circle that can show the level of supernatural power, even if it is just a new contact, everyone already has a rough assessment in their hearts, that is, the gap between them and Zhang Xianguang is very big, at least one level.

But right now, five Zhang Xianguang came together.

Not only that, the surrounding is already being swallowed by a darkness, and in that darkness there are ghosts that are equally creepy...Ghosts,

"The ghost messenger didn't appear to attack us, but to trap us, limit us, and prevent us from dispersing.? Wei Jing,? Are you sure that the number of ghost messengers to suppress must be 9?" Liu San became a little uneasy at this moment. ,? He gritted his teeth.

The appearance of this ghost had a great impact on his paper figurines.

Once the paper figurines approach, they will be removed by the ghost messenger immediately, so he needs to know the correct number so that the paper figurines can gather together before coming here.

Wei Jing explained numbly: "The number of ghost guards to suppress after coming out of the training base is 9, but after the follow-up supernatural events, the exact number of ghost guards is uncertain, but I can be sure that, My suppression quota is 9, so probably the same is true for the ghosts, and some uncertain change has caused the ghosts to stay at this number."

He gave a reason.

"Okay, I'll trust you once." Liu San didn't ask any more questions.

"He Yin'er, conjuring the soul? Immediately." Yang Jian glanced at her and said.

"I don't need your reminder."

He Yin'er took a deep breath, and immediately took off the bracelet on her wrist, and took out an old wooden comb and a pocket watch that had long stopped working from her clothes.

Three vague silhouettes gradually appeared nearby.

She summoned three dead souls in one go.

But it takes a little while for the ghosts to appear.

But the other party wouldn't give He Yin'er time to conjure his soul at all.

The five Zhang Xianguang had already attacked at this moment, and their movements were not consistent, but at the same time they raised the rusty old broadsword in their hands.

This knife does not need to be touched, and it is not clear what the medium is, but at the moment when the knife was raised, everyone felt a strong sense of crisis.

There was hardly any hesitation.

Yang Jian, Li Jun, Liu San, Wei Jing, and Li Leping took a step forward and blocked directly in front of the other three.

The first attack must be sustained.

I can't stop it, there is no room to fight back.

A knife fell, as if it was swiped in the air at will.

moment.

Some kind of terrifying supernatural power broke out and attacked the five of them directly.

There was a ferocious crack in Yang Jian's neck again, and a head fell from his neck again. At this moment, he couldn't restart, because he was in the ghost realm of ghost paintings, and the ghost eyes were suppressed and almost useless.

On the other side, Li Jun had a torn open in his face, through which spooky ghost fire spewed out, as if the uncontrollable flame was about to engulf him.

Liu San's paper figurine's body was also torn apart, but a corpse with a cold feeling was revealed inside. The corpse's skin was cut open, and viscous bloodstains flowed out.

Wei Jing's face was expressionless, his chest was directly torn open, revealing the rotten and smelly internal organs.

Li Leping was even more miserable. He was cut off in the middle and fell directly to the ground.

"you......"

He Yin'er was stunned when she saw such a tragic scene.

She did not expect that a few people would block Zhang Xianguang's attack so decisively for her, so that she could be safe from this attack.

Zhou Deng was also startled, and then his eyes turned red.

Because not only He Yin'er was protected, he was also within the scope of protection.

"Did you stop it?"

Lu Zhiwen was still expressionless, but he stared at Zhang Xianguang in front of him, killing intent.

"This is trying to get rid of us, Zhang Xianguang, you are too underestimated."

At this moment, Yang Jian's headless body moved, and he directly raised his hand and threw the cracked spear.

One of them, Zhang Xianguang, immediately stopped and got ready.

However, the flying spear was caught by a tall ghost in midair, and a blood-red face was imprinted on the face of this tall ghost, and the face was exactly the same as Yang Jian.

Ghost Shadow grabbed the cracked spear, raised his hand and slashed towards Zhang Xianguang.

Zhang Xianguang wanted to move, but found that his feet were grabbed by countless black and stiff palms.

The sound of gold and iron fighting reverberated.

"So are you."

With no expression on his face, he still raised the strange broadsword to block the attack.

However, the huge power made him a little off balance.

Suddenly, the mortal curse erupted.

Zhang Xianguang's face was suddenly gray, and then this gray color immediately spread to all parts of his body.

"boom!"

The curse of death disturbed him, the spear turned around, and the coffin nail pierced his body directly and nailed him to the ground.

Immediately, this Zhang Xianguang didn't move at all, and at the same time, his body began to rot rapidly, just like before, and with a slight difference, even the old sword in Zhang Xianguang's hand rotted at this moment, and there was no left behind.

"Sure enough, you are stronger than others."

The other four Zhang Xianguang had some strange expressions, as if they didn't expect Yang Jian to kill one of him so quickly.

But even before he could think about it, the captains' counterattack had already begun.

A gloomy ghost fire shrouded Zhang Xianguang in an instant, and Li Jun disappeared into the firelight. , as if to cover it entirely.

Wei Jing ignored the wound on his body at the moment, the blackened straw rope in his hand had fallen from all directions and wrapped around another Zhang Xianguang's body. The tighter the straw rope was, it almost trapped him into a scarecrow.

The terrifying suppression of the ghosts caused him to lose his strength to struggle.

At this moment, the yellow paper on Liu San's arm peeled off, revealing the strangely thin palm, and raised it high, then suddenly fell when facing Zhang Xianguang.

Some horrific law of murder begins.

At this moment, the fourth Zhang Xianguang's heart stopped suddenly, and he fell to the ground with an unsteady footstep.

Li Leping's body, which was cut in two at this moment, disappeared for some time. The memory just now disappeared out of thin air, and he appeared in front of him again intact.

Thick smoke shrouded the fifth Zhang Xianguang, he fell into the smoke and wandered in search.

Once found, the killing rule of looking for ghosts will trigger, and maybe the last Zhang Xianguang can be killed.

The tall ghost figure slowly pulled out the cracked spear and turned to stare at the surrounding anomalies. At the same time, the black figure covered the ground, and the head of the person on the ground was lifted up by the black figure, and slowly spliced ​​back to headless. on the body.

"A fire can't burn me." At the same time, the second Zhang Xianguang's voice came from the ghost fire.

In the firelight, a figure forcibly tore off a layer of human skin, and then the ghost fire gradually extinguished, but there were many burn marks on his body, but he still survived, while Li Jun's body was no longer full, as if The shriveled balloon, with only a soft human skin left, was pinched by Zhang Xianguang, unable to move.

Simultaneously.

On the other side, the ghost rope wrapped around Zhang Xianguang was starting to break, and some kind of terrifying spirituality was not suppressed and wanted to get out of trouble.

"boom!"

The next moment, the ghost ropes were all broken, and the third Zhang Xianguang's body was twisted and deformed, but he still cut off the ghost rope with a big knife, ignoring Wei Jing's attack.

The fourth Zhang Xianguang was attacked by Liu San and fell to the ground, but he suddenly raised his head and stood up slowly again, showing that his consciousness was still there, and he did not die with a single blow.

This scene made Liu San's eyes widen, feeling terrified.

"Don't look for it, I'm right here."

In the thick smoke, a figure fell out of the thick smoke with a groan.

It was Li Leping.

And the fifth Zhang Xianguang strode out of the thick smoke intact.

In the captain-level attack, only Yang Jian successfully killed one Zhang Xianguang, and the remaining four Zhang Xianguang were still alive.

Not only that, Li Jun, who tried his best, was directly damaged, and all he could do was burn off a layer of Zhang Xianguang's skin.

"Conjurer, we are not the opponent of this person. This person was also a top existence in the Republic of China. Use the spiritual position, don't be reluctant."

At this moment, a dead soul who was recruited by He Yin'er immediately reminded him when he saw this scene.

After saying this, the three dead souls immediately turned grim and seemed to have lost their minds, and then went straight to Zhang Xianguang like a ghost.

The three dead souls did not attack separately, but rushed towards the second Zhang Xianguang.

The older generation's judgment was correct. They wanted to kill this Zhang Xianguang and save Li Jun. While fighting to the greatest extent possible, they would restore their own disadvantage.

"Do the dead souls also make trouble?" These Zhang Xianguang raised the machete in their hands again.

However this moment.

One of them, Zhang Xianguang, reached out his hand but held it empty.

Knife... gone.

"I succeeded."

Zhou Deng wore a human skin mask, and the whole person became strange and strange, but his tone was a bit surprised, because at the moment he was holding an old rusty machete in his hand.

This knife is Zhang Xianguang's knife.

"what?"

Then, the moment he held the big knife, Zhou Deng found that the line of sight in front of him had changed, and it became extraordinarily weird, because the line of sight was not complete, but split, like a complete picture being torn into many pieces , the torn openings are like knives, and they are hideous and strange.

But when Zhou Deng changed his sight ~www.readwn.com~ to the darkness, all the cracks disappeared, and everything returned to normal.

"Don't hold this thing."

Lu Zhiwen grabbed Zhou Deng's hand, snatched the old machete, and threw it aside.

At this moment, Zhou Deng's arm was completely rotten, the flesh and blood were peeling off, and only the bones remained.

"Curse?" Zhou Deng gasped.

He looked at his hand, but felt no pain.

But the scene just now made him seem to understand something.

(End of this chapter)