mythical card maker

Chapter 107 The Horror Characteristics of Field Cards

Zhou Chuan turned his head in confusion, and saw the other five people appearing at some unknown time, standing by his side silently, all of them solemn and majestic.

Those eyes full of divinity were all cast on him, which made him a little dazed.

He was vaguely aware of something, but he didn't think about it for a long time, as if he had been "blind".

"strangeness."

Zhou Chuan frowned with some headaches, and stopped thinking about it, and began to observe the old man who was suspected to be the "Ghost King of Black Mountain". He didn't notice the disappointment and regret that flashed in the eyes of the five gods of the underworld.

"Old man often collects medicine here?" Yan Chixia asked.

"Yes." The old man nodded slightly, lowering his head even deeper.

"Then you should know that there are a lot of ghosts around here, right?"

Speaking of this, Yan Chixia, who was a little lazy at first, suddenly straightened her body, and the sword box that had never been put down hummed.

"Know, know."

The old man's voice trembled slightly, and the appearance he showed was exactly what an honest herb picker should look like when facing a big man showing his fierce face, nervous, bewildered, panic and many other negative emotions.

Just at this time, Ning Caichen, who had been sitting silently by the side, seemed to be a little bit unbearable, and suddenly opened his mouth to relieve him: "Hero Yan, the old man gathers medicine here all the year round, since he will come here to rest, there must be a Find a way to get here safely."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at the old man, smiled kindly and said, "What do you think?"

"The gentleman is right."

The old man's voice was a little hoarse. He raised his head sideways and glanced at the two of them, but chose to suppress his anger.

Zhou Chuan's guess was correct, he was the Black Mountain Ghost King, and also the sixth ancestor of Wang Laoguai.

After seeing all the mourners fail one after another, he couldn't sit still, and finally chose to go through it himself!
In the final analysis, he is the king of dogs, but not the king of fools.

It is impossible to see all the methods I use being eaten by the opponent, and I want Cucurbit to save Grandpa and give Zhou Chuan gifts.

He just wanted to come here when Zhou Chuan hadn't completely gained his footing. Even if he couldn't be killed immediately due to some conditions, he could still turn into a nail and firmly restrain his development momentum!
In his opinion, Zhou Chuan is just a lucky man with unfathomable luck.

Coincidentally, he is not lacking in luck!
To put it bluntly, the next battle is nothing more than a boy who has been lucky for more than a month against an old guy who has been lucky for hundreds of years.

Which is stronger and which is weaker?Who wins and who loses?Needless to say.

But at this moment, he really didn't dare to make a move easily, because the big beard in front of him gave him great pressure.

Affected by the environment, he couldn't even judge whether the opponent was a real "person" or a "spirit" produced by the card effect.

But what is certain is that it must be related to Zhou Chuan!

"Terrain, buildings, characters, aura...all have changed... Can a kid with gold-level mental strength really do all of this?" The Black Mountain Ghost King couldn't help frowning, wondering if there was an expert borrowing Zhou Chuan Fight with him in the air.

But after thinking about it carefully, I found it impossible.

After all, if he could really find a way to get in, wouldn't those old fellows come over in person to crush him?
In terms of strength alone, he is not as good as some "young people", let alone the opponent of the old guys, who has been stuck in one place for hundreds of years, retreated instead of advancing, and was backlashed by some methods of prolonging life.

"Old man, come out to collect medicine at such an age, what about your children?"

At this time, the gentle and sunny voice came again, interrupting the thinking of the Black Mountain Ghost King.

"Dead," he said.

"It's time for your grandson to grow up too?" "Ning Caichen" said again with a smile.

"They're all dead." The Heishan Ghost King tilted his head sideways, revealing one eye, staring at the group of friendly young people, only to feel that the other party's smile was full of malice.

"It's a pity." Ning Caichen said softly, but his smile did not restrain himself.

The Black Mountain Ghost King stared at him for a while, but said nothing.

Yan Chixia also felt that Ning Caichen's reaction was a little weird, but what supported him at the moment was the logic that Zhou Chuan had set up in advance, so he didn't think too much about it, and quickly turned his attention back to the suspicious Black Mountain Ghost King body.

Like Hei Wuchang, he also smelled the deep stench hidden in the opponent's body.

But as a former judge, he talks about "evidence" in everything, but he knows that the other party has practiced heresy techniques, but he can't directly attack.

After all, he couldn't judge whether the other party's sorcery was hurting himself or others, he had to wait and see.

"Is Hero Yan a qi trainer? Old man, I have been traveling in the mountains all my life, and I have seen some weird things. I always feel that the hero's aura is very similar to the legendary sword fairy."

"I'm just a reckless man, why don't we talk about Qi training and sword immortals."

As Yan Chixia said, she put her index finger and middle finger together, and with a light wave, the sword case unfolded instantly, revealing a cold shining sword.

There were colorless ripples all over the fairy sword, shrinking in the blink of an eye, circling around his wrist like a bird, appearing extremely spiritual.

Seeing this scene, the Montenegro Ghost King couldn't help being in a daze.

He had also seen the old monster coming down from Mount Hua with one order, followed by thousands of swords. The scene was grand and shocking, but it was much rougher than Yan Chixia's.

"I saw an expert." He thought to himself, an invisible roadblock was born in his mind, blocking some thinking directions from the root.

Losing his mind for a moment caused his thinking mode to be affected by the field logic of [Lanruo Temple] for the next period of time.

This is also the horror of field cards.

Make people invisible!
At this moment, he has completely forgotten that he is in the ruins.

For hundreds of years, he was the only stranger here, so how could he be a master swordsman?
"interesting."

The Black Mountain Ghost King didn't notice any abnormalities at all, but instead showed an interested smile.

It's a pity that there is no WiFi in this city of death, and he didn't look in the mirror, otherwise he would find that his current posture is exactly the same as his two classmates Ma Guancheng and Lan Ying.

And they all have one thing in common: they fell into Zhou Chuan's trap!

"I don't think it's easy for the elderly. They can still walk like flying at a lot of age, and they can avoid so many monsters and goblins to come to the temple. It is said that there are hermits in the mountains and rivers. Today I saw it!"

"Ning Caichen" laughed lightly at this moment.

The Black Mountain Ghost King saw Yan Chixia's originally slightly softened eyes became fierce again at this moment, he couldn't help cursing secretly, and gave Ning Caichen a sideways glance, but was facing bright eyes with a smile on his face.

That look made him very unhappy.

Just like when he was a teenager, the son of a wealthy family in the village took a step ahead of him and married Chuntaomei, who had grown up with him since childhood and made a vow. When he went to eat, the guy gave him the same look.

It looks friendly, but it actually hides a knife!
(End of this chapter)