Mysterious Resurrection of Man Tianqin

Chapter 72 The Change of the Clone Ghost (Please Read More, Please Read More)

"Damn it, why is it so outrageous, was the one you met outside a counterfeit?"

Tang Ren was hoisted into the air by a white silk, like a poisonous snake. The white silk wrapped around his neck, and then began to attack his body. In an instant, he was surrounded by dozens of white silk.

He struggled and tried to throw these ghost things off like before, but failed.

The power of this ghost thing seems to have been strengthened a lot, or it could be said that the one he encountered before was a weaker version.

Sun Xing's situation was not much better either. He was also hoisted into the sky, but his safety was temporarily guaranteed with the blooming of a will-o'-the-wisp. His eyes burst into flames, scanned the ground, and drew a small circle , blocked many Bai Ling's invasions, but soon he found himself a little naive.

The white silk in the sky seems to be endless, there are not only dozens of them, but at least hundreds of them, they can block the ground, but cannot block the sky, and if they block the sky, they cannot block the body.
"The ones outside are fakes, but everything here is so scary!"

Although the will-o'-the-wisps quickly burned the white silk off their bodies, one wave after another, the ghosts can't be killed. If this continues, people will be exhausted to death sooner or later.

"Take the coffin nails to this thing!"

Chen Yuan screamed, her paintbrush fluttered, and quickly drew an extremely black coffin nail, threw it out, and then her whole body was hoisted up to the sky.

Tick ​​tick
Blood oozes from the white silk in the sky and drips onto the ground. Tang Ren catches it and becomes dazed.

"There are so many here, which one should be nailed?"

Cold sweat broke out on his face, and his intuition told him that every ghost here was different, so he immediately gave up the idea of ​​pinning down the white silk ghost.

If he made a rash move, he might lose the only chance in his hand.

"Tang Ren, here are clones, the real ghost has not come out."

Sun Xing suddenly looked at a shadow beside the corpse chaser and said.

"Where?"

Tang Ren yelled, the figure behind him seemed to be unable to bear it, facing so many fierce ghost attacks at the same time, even he couldn't bear it anymore, but with the coffin nails in his hands, he still has the strength Kind of emboldened.

Because this thing is called a coffin nail, even if it is a replica, it makes him confident. This is an existence that even S-level ghosts can subdue.

Sun Xing pointed, and there was a figure standing next to the corpse driver, separated from them by countless distances. It was holding the white silk, and it seemed that it had not moved from the beginning to the end. The countless white silks and the vague shadow around it seemed to be its clone. , Sun Xing noticed this just now.

Even if there were hundreds of white silks, there were actually hundreds of blurred shadows, which made him doubt the ability of this ghost.

"Is it a ghost that can clone?"

Sun Xing gritted his teeth and glanced over. He saw Tang Ren striding forward. He blocked all the ghosts that rushed forward. He walked out of a group of ghosts abruptly and headed towards the Dao Yi walked towards the shadow standing in front of the corpse chaser.

"Burn me!"

The will-o'-the-wisp swept across the world, Sun Xing turned his gaze, and rescued Chen Yuan who had been strangled half to death. Just now she was suspended in the sky, and her own means could not stop the attack of the ghost.

"Cough, cough, can we still go out?"

Chen Yuan looked around in horror, almost all of them were the blurred shadow and the white silk, the will-o'-the-wisp's fire was so powerful, no matter what was entangled with it, it would be burnt away, but it was useless, it was just lingering on.

These fuzzy figures stood not far away, staring at the two of them, somewhat similar to the dead trees on both sides, motionless, this is also a ghost, I don't know why there are so many replicas, standing all over the place.

But they didn't attack them, it seemed that they hadn't triggered the ghost's killing pattern yet.

Sun Xing didn't say a word, he still has ghost candles to use, if Tang Ren fails to be detained, then this is the last chance.

At that time, there is no need to talk about solving supernatural events, as long as you can save your life, it would be good.

Tang Ren's palms holding the coffin nails trembled slightly. The figure of the corpse exorcist was extremely tall, and the short stick in his hand made his heart skip a beat, but he still followed up bravely.

Because the ghost holding the white silk was still standing around him.

"Which one is better to nail?"

His tone was a little trembling, and the smell of corpses in the air became stronger. Although he was completely intact, all the ghosts that approached him would be bounced away, but obviously he couldn't last long in this situation.

In front of him, there are two ghosts.

The white silk ghost appeared in the hands of this fierce ghost. It seemed to be suppressed and firmly held in the hands of another ghost. Its breath was cold, and Tang Ren felt his heart skip a beat just by looking at it.

Different from Sun Xing and Chen Yuan's situation, Tang Ren was surrounded by only the two ghosts in front of him, and the corpse exorcist who kept his back to them. His surroundings were very quiet, and it seemed that even the rushing team had stopped for a moment.

Sun Xing frowned, looked up, and saw a stone pillar appeared on both sides of the path at some point, with an oil lamp on it, but it seemed to be extinguished at this moment, and it was pitch black.

"It's better to pin down this white silk, the law of this ghost's killing is unknown, but we are still alive for the time being, so let's ignore it!"

Tang Ren gritted his teeth, and took out a golden square box from behind his back. He grabbed the white silk that was held by the ghost, and in the next moment, he was hoisted to the sky. This time he didn't struggle. The hand holding the coffin nail exerted strength, and quickly drove the nail into the white silk.

boom!
His body fell from the sky, and the blood-stained white silk was penetrated by this coffin nail, and lay quietly in his hands, as if he had regained his composure.

Without saying a word, Tang Ren put it into the golden container, closed the lid, and the action was done in one go.

"That's right, the white silk outside seems to be its derivative."

Sun Xing's expression changed, and the white silk around them disappeared, which is good news.

But why are these shadows still there?
"What is that? Wait, this ghost is changing?"

Sun Xing's eyelids twitched, and the motionless shadow standing in front of Tang Ren gradually began to move. It seemed that the disappearance of Bai Ling broke its certain state, or the three of them triggered some killing pattern. His figure gradually took on color.

Even the blurred figures around Sun Xing started to move.

The figure of this ghost began to grow taller, with corpse water continuously flowing from its body, wearing an old gown, holding a gong in its left hand, and a stick in its right hand began to appear, as if it had been perfectly reproduced.

"Jingle bell, jingle bell!"

Hundreds of voices came, filling the space, and the voices had some kind of magic quality.

"Is this the corpse chaser?"

Sun Xing was surprised to find that the hundreds of figures around him all had their appearances, exactly the same as the corpse chaser, and they changed in front of the three of them.

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