Priest of the Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 239
In the silent atmosphere, Luo Yi stood up suddenly. He was quick and anxious, and all the people who were paying attention to him also stood up instantly.

"What happened, is it a ghost?"

"Where?"

Wang Dong took two steps and came to Luo Yi's side, "Is there something new?"

Luo Yi frowned slightly, "I found out that a few people were missed."

"No, all the passengers are here." Wang Dong realized his mistake just after he finished speaking.

"The pilot is not here!"

The evil ghost would not feel fear, and it would not be able to give up attacking the people here just because Luo Yi stopped it once, but until now, the entire cabin is safe and sound as usual, all this is not logical at all.

"Xiao Yu, come with me!" Luo Yi yelled, then turned his head and put the gun in Wang Dong's arms, "Keep an eye on these people, and shoot them if necessary, don't let me down again, otherwise, I will throw you down !"

After Luo Yi finished speaking, he took the lead and walked towards the nose of the plane. Behind him, Wang Dong squeezed the gun tightly in his hand, and a stern expression flashed across his face. The cost of making a mistake once is a life, and this time he will not make the same mistake again. .

As we walked forward, the light became dimmer, and this scene was exactly the same as when Luo Yi came from the first-class cabin to the cabin in the middle.

That evil spirit must be ahead.

step~step~
The sound of cold and crisp footsteps echoed in the aisle, and the sound of the aging electrical equipment was heard next to the ear, and the already dim light was completely extinguished after Luo Yi walked by.

Although the evil spirit has not been seen yet, the supernatural confrontation has already begun.

Every time Luo Yi lifted his feet up and down, a layer of faint red light began to flow in the plane like a stream of water.

This time, he wanted to completely seal off the escape of the evil spirit, and imprisoned him in the cockpit.

Walking to the first-class cabin, the plane began to shake violently, as if it had been hit, and began to lose its balance. Things in the cabin began to shake, and things kept falling and rolling.

Ghosts are killing people!

A stern look flashed across Luo Yi's eyes, and the blood color intensified. In the scent of incense, the figure disappeared immediately. He used the ghost domain and walked directly to the cab.

There was already a silhouette on the console, wearing a uniform, with two big eyes staring at his white face, his neck was turned several times, another person held a pen in his hand, and stabbed at the pale palm on the ceiling, intent to resist.

"Get out!" Seeing Luo Yi, the driver hurriedly shouted, trying to make him leave.

The driver's reaction and physical fitness were obviously good. His shot actually made him insert the pen into the palm of his hand.

Blood splashed everywhere, and the flying blood stained his face and clothes, and the palms that were still running around stopped as if they were dead.

However, before the driver could breathe a sigh of relief, another ghostly hand had already arrived on top of his head.

The five fingers reached down, and they clasped his forehead all at once. The force was so great that the driver couldn't help but let go of the pen in his hand, and stretched out his hands to clasp the palms on his head, trying to break them apart.

And as he let go of the suppression, the pinned palm quickly got rid of the pen with a little gold-plated surface, and jumped onto him along the operating table, grabbing his throat.

Faced with this move, the driver had to separate his hands to block the ghost's hand at the throat. However, how can the power of the evil ghost be resisted and endured by ordinary people?

The head began to deviate, and the driver's eyes showed a smirk, as if he had met his own destiny.

"Let's go!" The pilot yelled, let go of his right hand, and grabbed the door handle of the cockpit, trying to isolate Luo Yi from the outside.

"Let me do it!" Luo Yi stretched out his hand to block the door, "This is a ghost, you can't shut it!"

Spiritually mobilized, a black hole began to appear behind Luo Yi, and a rich red light gushed out like a tide, accompanied by the sound of metal and stone clashing and heavy objects being dragged.

The driver, He Nian, looked up, and saw chains protruding from behind the pale black-robed man in front of him, and soon rolled up the ghostly hand around his neck like a poisonous snake, turning it into dust.

The chain continued to protrude, passing through the console, the glass, the door, and even his body, but he didn't feel the slightest pain, as if the space in front of the chain was different from the place where he was standing.

"What's going on here?" The driver, He Nian, tried to move his body, without any sense of hesitation caused by foreign objects.

"This is the ghost domain," Luo Yi responded, but his eyes still stayed on the top of his head, as if there was something weird there.

"What can I do?" He Nian was a little at a loss in the face of all this weirdness, because everything in front of him completely overturned his cognition.

"Inspect the plane immediately, and leave the rest to me!"

When Luo Yi came in, he glanced at the console. There were various buttons on it. On the center screen, an alarm flashed, and then there were some parameters.

Luo Yi is not a professional, and he can't understand these data, but there is only one thing he is sure of, that is, the plane is falling rapidly, and the body of the dead pilot next to him has a tendency to leave the console.

If you can't control it anymore, it won't be long before the plane crashes due to severe yaw.

"Okay, I'll try to restore it immediately!" The driver He Nian responded quickly.

"Xiao Yu, stay and help him!" Luo Yi ordered, in such a weightless environment, even a well-trained pilot would find it difficult to display all his abilities.

Huang Shiyu nodded solemnly, and stretched out his small snow-white hand to grab the corner of the driver He Nian's clothes.

He Nian's eyes shrank, and a strange coolness appeared in his body, from the bottom of his waist to the soles of his feet, and up to Tianling. Under this kind of force, his body that had just floated up unexpectedly began to fall to the ground.

No, it didn't simply fall to the ground, but was planted on the ground as if it had taken root.

"She's not an ordinary person either!" A thought came to He Nian's mind, but he was soon pulled back by the sirens one after another.

Luo Yi reached out and took the other ghost hand off the chain, and felt it carefully, with a sneer on his face.

This time, he didn't isolate the evil spirit's control over the hand, but followed this connection and began to invade the ghost domain where the evil spirit lived.

The red light was deep and the fragrance was lingering. When the chains were flying across the sky, the blood moon began to emerge. Amidst the sound of prayers and sacrifices, Luo Yi stepped forward.

In the gray world, a figure entered.

This is the haunted domain of evil spirits.

With the arrival of Luo Yi, the red light from the outside world began to withdraw, and the condensed blood color poured into this world like a river breaking its embankment.

The final duel of Lingyi started, just a few breaths, Luo Yi's kingdom of worshiping gods completely occupied this place, and under the pressure of Huangquan, a pitch-black ghost hand fell from mid-air.

With a thought in Luo Yi's mind, this ghost hand appeared on his open palm.

The devil is imprisoned!
(End of this chapter)