Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 337: Superimposed Demonic Den

"You're right, that's definitely..."

However, at this moment, Qi Ming's thoughts suddenly stopped, abruptly and strangely. In this instant, he lost all his memories of that person and couldn't even call out his name.

"Damn it. If this continues, there's no way I can outlast him. I have to find a way to get rid of him here."

Qi Ming was a little anxious. Although his identity ghost was special enough, he had no chance of winning in this confrontation as a new ghost rider. Once all the people were killed by Shen Lin, he would be replaced by the identity ghost and eventually be completely lost.

"Fight to the death, or give in?"

The answer is actually very obvious. Qi Ming chose the former, and this time, he chose the most desperate way of fighting - he wanted to try to seize Shen Lin's identity!

"It's too late to prepare to fight now."

Shen Lin sneered, then he took out a half-broken ruler. The ruler was very strange, the scale units were chaotic and disordered, and the surface of the ruler was covered with scratches of varying lengths, as if it had been destroyed by a knife.

The next moment, the half ruler instantly stabbed into Shen Lin's heart and went straight into his heart.

"If you want to invade me, then just stay in my body."

With the help of this ruler, Shen Lin used his body as a cage and trapped Qi Ming inside his body.

"what?!"

Qi Ming realized it too late and when he wanted to withdraw and change his identity, it was too late. At this moment, Shen Lin was like a locked room, and he was trapped inside and could not get out.

"What a fucking lunatic!"

"Since you won't let me be well, then don't even think about having an easy life!"

Qi Ming began to become crazy. What Shen Lin did was also a restraint for himself. What's more, the fight between the two was not over yet. It's just that neither of them had a way out.

"The real battle to the death is coming next."

Shen Lin's expression was stern, and his facial features were melting bit by bit, and a new face was gradually emerging...

On the other hand, Hong Zhenrong has been forced into a desperate situation by Cao Yang. He originally wanted to graft reality onto his memory, but sadly found that he could not do it, so that his memory was being taken away by Cao Yang bit by bit.

"Qin Bansheng!!"

At this time, Hong Zhenrong no longer cared about the order and hierarchy of the Five Innate Ones. What a joke! His life was about to be lost, how could he care about these things?

"Graft me over there, and bring more of my past self. I also want to see where my limits are."

Qin Bansheng's ghost den instantly covered them, and his voice also appeared at the same time.

"rely on you."

Hong Zhenrong's eyes became more and more confused, because his memories were being seized by Cao Yang, and the gray and bleak world of memory showed a trend of expansion, and more and more Hong Zhenrong died in the memory.

Qin Bansheng did not resist and allowed the grafted ghost's supernatural effect to take effect on his body.

The next moment, Hong Zhenrong's memory world could no longer be called Hong Zhenrong's memory. It was dead gray and dark, and the air was filled with a damp smell mixed with a foul odor. A huge yet somewhat unfamiliar city was rapidly swallowing up the part that belonged to Hong Zhenrong like a flood or a beast.

"Captain Cao, don't make things difficult for Brother Hong. Just fight with me. As long as you win, you can do whatever you want with the five of us." Qin Bansheng shouted to the dark world with an excited and fanatical expression on his face.

"You? Tai Chi Qin Bansheng, the last of the five innate Tais, do you think I will believe you?"

"Last seat? No, no, no, the seat is not important. It only represents the time it takes for Elder Lu to train us. Otherwise, Brother Hong would not have asked me for help, but should have gone to Kong Wang or Brother Zixu."

Qin Bansheng was not angry at Cao Yang's disdain and contempt. He always maintained a sense of self-confidence, as if this self-confidence was innate to him.

Cao Yang did not respond, but accelerated the acquisition of Hong Zhenrong's memories. The already huge memory city expanded its territory again at this moment.

"Well, it seems that Captain Cao still doesn't believe me, so I have no choice but to take the initiative to come to him."

Qin Bansheng murmured in a low voice.

Immediately afterwards, many copies of himself suddenly appeared around him out of thin air. These were forcibly grafted by Hong Zhenrong from different nodes of his memory. Although they did not possess all of his supernatural powers, when gathered together they were also a supernatural force that could not be underestimated.

These Qin Bansheng figures seemed somewhat illusory and transparent. They all opened the ghost den at the same time, as if they had received some kind of instruction. The half-dark and half-bright, half-dark and half-bright ghost den spread in all directions towards the dead city.

Qin Bansheng himself also opened the ghost den. All the Yin and Yang ghost dens did not repel each other, but strangely merged and superimposed on each other. The darkness of the Yin ghost den became thicker and deeper, like a bottomless abyss; the Yang ghost den became cleaner and purer, like the last spotless pure land in the world.

After the superposition was completed, the Yin-Yang Ghost Den and Cao Yang's memory city collided. However, the ghost den in memory does not exist in the real or idealistic dimension, just like the dream world of a ghost dream. Even if Yang Jian's nine ghost eyes were superimposed, it would be impossible to affect the dream ghost den.

But the supernatural is never reasonable. The superimposed Yin and Yang ghost cave did it, although it was just barely touched, but it was enough to prove Qin Bansheng's extraordinaryness.

From the deep and dark ghost den, horrifying hands stretched out, twitching and waving like crazy. However, at the moment when they were about to touch the city of memory, the movements of these hands became uniform.

The strange hand actually grabbed the edge of the memory city, as if it wanted to drag the city into the same darkness as itself.

"You are looking for death."

At this time, Cao Yang appeared. There was no emotion in his eyes, but his tone was full of cold murderous intent.

"I just want to die."

Qin Bansheng smiled slightly and did not take life and death seriously.

"Like Ye Zhen, he is an absolute battle maniac."

Cao Yang made an evaluation of Qin Bansheng in his heart.

At the same time, in Los Angeles.

Wen Zhong used some special means to temporarily restore his body. Although he still looked like a broken body, it was at least much better than the twisted shape he had just been in.

Liu Qi's entire body was now covered with a layer of dark, sticky blood. He squatted on the ground, his body swaying as if he would fall at any time, but he managed to keep his balance every time, trying his best to control the amplitude of the shaking.

"It's almost successful. The spirit that invaded my body has been shared by the curse, and the curse itself has the ability to transfer spirits. I will use the curse to let the other ghost in my body share part of the attack. The confrontation between the spirits will inevitably have a result. Either I will withstand the attack, or my two ghosts will be suppressed by this attack."

"No matter what, I will be the winner."

(End of this chapter)