The underworld is empty, I enter the horror game to catch tricks

Chapter 156 Is it me, Mr. Li, who can't lift a knife, or are you drifting away?
Yang Chizi:?

Hear this.

He couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

From the looks of it, today's battle seems to be inevitable.

To be honest, those other supporters were not threatening. On this battlefield, the only thing that could be called a threat was this guy in front of him.

Even, the reason why such a situation occurs now is all because of this person.

Yang Chizi narrowed his eyes, and his expression suddenly became indifferent: "Little friend, it's not that I'm talking big. Fighting is not something I'm good at, but if you really want to use all your strength, you can't win this battle."

"It's just that doing so will hurt both sides, but if you want to be so aggressive, then you have to come and try your depth."

heard.

Li Ling silently flicked a middle finger.

There is still so much nonsense before the old thing dies.
Just wait for the gold coins to explode.

He put the mourning stick on Mrs. Qi's forehead: "Now I will take the lead. If you do it, she will die immediately."

Yang Chizi frowned, and his worries were gone: "Since they are all planning to fight to the death, little friend, don't use this kind of trick. At worst, start from the beginning. This method is not the only one."

"Now, killing you first is what I need to do."

The voice fell.

The ghost king got off his horse and rushed over, his eyes were full of evil spirits. Without the halberd, now it can only come to fight close to hand, but on the horse, it is even more inconvenient.

When the other party did this, it was in line with Li Ling's intentions. He took a deep breath, held the mourning stick, and aimed at the arm protruding from the ghost king.

This directly caused the bone of the arm stretched out by the opponent to be knocked into pieces and hung on it, but in this way, the ghost king didn't have any intention of stopping. With a corpse poison in his right hand, the attack direction was deflected, and at an extremely tricky angle The attack came, trying to dig out Li Ling's heart directly.

The soul arrest technique was used.

At the very moment, Li Ling ignited a dark fire in his hand, pressed the arm, and the flame burned instantly, and he folded it hard, crippling another arm.

The ghost king was still unmoved, there was a certain kind of animal armor painted on his chest, at this moment a ghost head suddenly appeared, and he bit it immediately, making it impossible to guard against.

And just as the ghost head approached, a dead head suddenly appeared on Li Ling's chest, and he bumped into it head-on without any timidity.

For this dead head.

It has been suppressed for so long, and it eats herbs every day. To be honest, it has had enough of these days. Now there is a ghost head. The first moment it sees the other person, the dead head actually looks like weeping with joy.

It's a fighting type!

During these days, there was nothing else to do except gnawing herbs every day, which almost smoothed out the hostility in his heart, and now he was able to fight, naturally he had to use 100% of his strength at this time. played out.

The two confront each other.

The dead man's head opened its bloody mouth, and it was swallowed by the ghost head in one bite. It was not enough, and it rushed over again, biting on the armor, biting off the flesh and blood, and crunching it in its mouth. There was a tooth-piercing sound.

Why the hell does this look weirder than a ghost?
The ghost king retreated first, but Li Ling didn't give the opponent this chance, and just stuck to it without giving the opponent any time to escape.

Breath was poured into the mourning stick in his hand, and there was a scalp-numbing scream coming out of it. These were the wailing of the ghosts who had been knocked to death by the mourning stick. For these ghosts, they had greater lethality.

The ghost king's body hesitated for a moment.

At this moment, Li Ling exerted his strength suddenly, poured Yin Qi into the mourning stick, and hit the Ghost King's forehead again.

This time, without the obstruction of the helmet, it landed firmly on the opponent's forehead, and the top of the skull was even split open, pouring pain into the sky!
This time.

The ghost king's eyes were clear again, he didn't know what happened, under the dizzy effect of [Knock Sap], he felt that everything around him was spinning, and a guy who couldn't see clearly was constantly attacking him.

"you"

It didn't finish speaking.

Li Ling then threw down the stick again.

If you can't crush it in one go, then do it a few more times!
Let's see if this guy's skull is harder, or this mourning stick is harder.

Blood stained the white paper covering the stick.

The ghost king just stood there blankly, being shot in the head again and again, each time, there was a short time to recover, and he spoke intermittently: "You, mother, don't. Hit."

The last word was left unsaid.

Li Ling, whose mouth was already numb, clenched his teeth, and took a pill that Yang Chizi had handed to him before: "You fucking try to resist again?!"

The gas sinks into Dantian.

The immense power brought by the real body of the mandrill, and the accumulation of yin energy in the body, all gathered on the mourning stick at this time, and with the fire of the dead, he swung it heavily at the ghost king's forehead.

This powerful and heavy blow directly twisted half of his head, and knocked him dry on the ground in one blow. The misty breath existing in the opponent's body dissipated directly, leaving only the body in the air. Constant twitching.

One is useless.

Li Ling spat hard on the ground, then looked up at the sky, at Yang Chizi: "Old man, it's your turn to do this, right?"

Yang Chizi was no longer that indifferent look, and his expression instantly became ferocious and distorted.

Countless gray auras emerged from the crimson robe that had been pitted by the flames, forming terrifying tentacles one after another, dancing wildly in the air, looking like a frantic heretic.

More and more gray aura emerged from some of the ghost pawns that hadn't had time to clean up on the ground, occupying their eyes. These ghost pawns slowly stood up like walking dead.

The energy required to control such a group of ghost soldiers cost Yang Chizi a great price. Those tentacles inserted into his body, as if they were absorbing something, it became older, the flesh and blood disappeared, and the skin adhered to it. The bones were covered, and the eye sockets were deeply sunken, as if they were living dead.

Groups of ghost soldiers climbed up again, the number was not so large, but there were still Xiaoqian's numbers, they picked up their spears, gradually moved towards Li Ling, and surrounded them neatly.

Li Ling took a deep breath, the magical powers of the mandrill's real body had gradually become illusory, as if it would disappear at any time.

No matter how fierce it is, after consuming so much breath, it is inevitable that there will be times of exhaustion.

But okay.

He also has the elixir given to him by Yang Chizi.

Looking at the other party taking his own elixir to supplement.

Yang Chizi became even more impatient.

According to the control, those ghost soldiers rushed over suddenly, holding spears in their hands.

Li Ling was not polite when he saw this, he took off the armor worn by the ghost king, and made a hole in his chest so that the dead man's head could come out.

The pale arm behind him inserted the soul-receiving flag into the soil under his feet, picked up the ghost king's long halberd, Li Ling held the mourning stick in his hand, and the other hand held the chain of seducing souls, with the ghost fire attached to it, wearing a The vice armor stood in the center of the battlefield, like a god of death.

The spear stabbed suddenly.

The pale arm behind him was waving a long halberd, and with a sudden jerk, the old weapons were directly broken from it. Li Ling held the chain of ecstasy, attached to the ghost fire, and swung the handle at the ghost soldiers, as if It's like a whip, directly on these guys.

"It's me, Mr. Li, who can't lift the knife, or you are drifting away."

"Jiang Zi came over one by one to give her heads?"

Sweep away the chains of ecstasy.

The bodies of those ghost soldiers were as fragile as a piece of tofu, and they snapped off at the middle in an instant, and fell to the ground.

And those souls, just separated from the body, were immediately taken into it by the soul-receiving flag behind Li Ling.

Do you think this is a group of people surrounded me?

wrong!
It is I who surround you!
The pale arm held the halberd and waved it. Wherever it went, it was just a slash, and it was a large-scale attack, sweeping across the area. The spears used by those ghost soldiers were naturally inferior to this spear poured with thousands of blood. Dead man's halberd.

Even if there are very few people who come to the body.

The dead head on the chest didn't even need to be ordered by himself, it would immediately pounce on it and bite it into a crunchy bite.

Show everyone what is called a real headshot on the spot.

But for Li Ling.

This is even more pure cool game.

If the guys being manipulated were ghost generals, then I might have some concerns, but it's just these ghost pawns.
Then Li Ling had to thank this Yang Chizi well, so that he would not have to go and clean it up alone, so that he would sweep a large area in one go.

Each time, a whip fell, or a halberd swept across.

There will be a large number of souls flying into the soul-receiving banner behind him.

Li Ling felt that he had become the protagonist in a large-scale mowing game, and was harvesting frantically.

Oh shit.

This is a pure cool game.

that's it.

in the sight of others.

The ghost pawn who was lying on the ground crying in pain because of drinking the poisoned blood wine, stood up inexplicably, with gray eyes in his eyes, like a walking dead under control.

Others tried to attack it, but they would soon be counterattacked, and it was the kind of counterattack with a desperate rhythm. A group of ghost soldiers focused their eyes on this one in an instant, rushing over to attack frantically, and Extremely hard to kill, like some sort of curse.

In this situation, these helpers must not be able to handle it. Although most of the ghost pawns have been killed by them, even if there are still a small number of survivors, this small number is still a very large concept. Rolling directly on top.

On the side.

The mist gradually thinned.

As the steam princess, the tomb ghost has completely squeezed himself out now, and there is nothing left.

She was pulled under the car once before, and this time again. The two huge consumptions made her exhausted now, so she could only find a place to stay silently.

Thus.

An extremely terrifying picture appeared in the sight of these players and npcs.

I see.

Those ghost pawns who looked like walking corpses, holding spears, walked in one direction, and they walked in an array, looking like one's scalp was numb.

And in the center surrounded by those ghost soldiers.

The big guy who came from nowhere was stepping on the ghost king, wearing the opponent's armor, holding a dead man's halberd in a strange arm behind him, with three heads and six arms, his body was swollen, a flag was planted behind him, a mourning stick in one hand, and a dark fire in the other The ecstasy chains look like the executioner from the underworld. From a distance, they will be frightened by the terrifying Yin energy contained in the body.

This person, like a boss, didn't panic in the face of besieged attacks. He whipped the ghost pawns with a chain in one hand, and swept across the battlefield with a dead man's halberd in one hand.

These ghost soldiers.

What the hell is even the part that was crushed.

This seems a bit appalling.

If the previous scene made the players feel their scalps tingling, this scene completely plunged these people into deep self-doubt.

The other party is not only not afraid.

On the contrary, he became very excited, with an extremely ferocious smile on his lips, chasing after these ghost soldiers.

a bit.
twice
Wherever he went, he directly broke through the formation in a destructive formation. In the face of absolute power, everything else was just a gimmick.

And Li Ling was like a demon in the center of everyone's eyes.

Now I am completely immersed in the thrill of harvesting performance.

Cool.

So fucking cool.

This is no longer as simple as a buffet, this is a full banquet!
And on top.

Like a pagan, Yang Chizi, who was waving his tentacles wildly, was like a clown at this time.

It looked at the ghost pawns being swept away below.

He looked at the tentacles that were constantly absorbing everything from him.

All of a sudden, there was an illusion that he should join the enemy.

Originally, Yang Chizi planned to give the other party a surprise.

The result was unexpected.

What a surprise.

In this way, under Li Ling's forceful sweeping, the ghost pawns that were originally in the dark disappeared quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Of course, maintaining such a state must be exhausting. The pills that Yang Chizi gave before have all been used up now.

Swallowed these pills.

Next is the drug use.

But there is no need to worry about this.

Just the part of the congratulatory gifts snatched from the ghostly land of mass graves in this dungeon is enough to make up for himself.

Watching the other party resupply the enemy with the things he gave, and then attack himself.

Yang Chizi really couldn't hold back.

The side effects of using this method of blood sacrifice are now somewhat unbearable.

Yang Chizi stayed in the air, silently retracting the wildly dancing tentacles on his chest, stepping on the red clouds, and planned to slip away quietly like this, but at this moment, he just turned his head.

Then he saw a certain errand surnamed Li standing behind him holding a mourning stick.

Yang Chizi:
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(End of this chapter)