God Killer

() A woman stood in front of a dead body that had already been frozen in the room, her eyes with red make-up from crying could no longer shed tears!

The six men in black stood there next to each other silently, their faces were so ugly that this person died. This is something that the six men in black couldn't believe, but the facts were right in front of them. Believe it or not!

The woman squatted down, kneeling in front of the corpse whose head had been crushed by a foot, almost nervously kept using her hands on the ground to collect the fragments of her head that were scattered everywhere by a foot.

Pieces of brains were picked up by those delicate palms, only the two eyeballs rolled the farthest.

The woman lay down on the floor tiles, kept searching on her knees, and finally reached out her hand to find them out one by one from the gap under the cabinet, and held them carefully in the palm of her hand. At this time, the woman was already covered in dust.

The woman with bloody hands was holding the fragments and kneeling to the side of the corpse, and kept putting the fragments together on the rotting neck.

However, the crushed head is not a Rubik's cube after all, just like a watermelon that fell from the roof, the bloody pieces here and there can't be put together anyway.

The woman waved her hands to the surroundings angrily, and the six men in black hurried over to help put it together.

Pairs of bloody hands formed an outline, and finally the head was pieced together to make a rough outline. Although it looked weird, it could still be seen that it was a ghost.

With an overjoyed expression on the woman's face, she carefully put together the last piece, and then couldn't help but stroke the strands of hair that blocked her view behind her ears, making the black hair turn red, just like green plums turning red plums .

The woman took a deep breath, closed her eyes slightly for a moment, and then stretched out her hands to press the broken head.

A few men in black next to them held the assembled pieces in both hands, and stopped talking. One of them, who was a little older, sighed in his heart and swallowed everything he wanted to say!

<At this time, the girl turned into a young woman, and she was still the kind of yellow-faced woman who circled around the kitchen stove all day. They all said that women are made of water, but seeing this woman, I am afraid that no one can tell the truth. In a word, this woman was obviously made of yellow sand, and she still looked moist.

For a woman, especially a handsome and beautiful woman, the face is what they care about most, and some even risk their lives to have their face perfectly cut on the operating table, but this woman obviously doesn't care at this time So many.

As the woman's face became older, the woman's hand that touched the broken head gradually gushed out streams of fine and viscous liquid. It seemed that these juices took away the moisture from the woman's body.

These liquids were like earthworms, swimming back and forth on the broken head, and then burrowed into the broken cracks one by one, sticking the broken places together like glue, and after a while, new cracks grew out of these cracks. The meat fills up slowly.

A full hour passed, and the broken head was repaired completely. The woman let out a sigh of relief. She didn't care to wipe the fine beads of sweat on her face, and knelt beside the ghost horse, waiting with anticipation on her face.

Suddenly, the eyes on the broken and repaired head suddenly opened.

The woman was startled at first, then overjoyed, hesitated for a while, and finally did something she didn't dare to do at ordinary times, stretched out her hand and tightly grasped the ghost horse's hand.

The ghost horse didn't reject the woman's intimate movements too much, but struggled a few times and seemed to want to sit up. However, no matter how hard the ghost horse's body was, only the upper body could move, and the chest was motionless, as if Completely necrotic in general.

The woman was stunned, and the men in black at the side quickly turned the ghost horse's body over, and there was a shocking wound behind the ghost horse, which broke and smashed the entire spine.

This is a unique job, even if you crush a person's head, you will not be reconciled, but also smash the spine, completely destroying the Tiandiqiao!

In this way, people who are already dead can't die anymore!

The woman was so distressed that she almost bit her red lips, and quickly stretched out her hands to caress the wound.

After a long time, the man finally sat up straight, and the woman shouted excitedly: "Ghost horse, are you awake?"

However, the man only had a pair of empty eyes, turned his head to look at the woman where the voice came from, looked at the pair of dry lips, and tilted his head slightly, obviously he was very strange to this woman.

The woman froze for a moment, stretched out her hand and waved in front of the ghost horse, and asked nervously: "Ghost horse, ghost horse? I am Jinfeng, Nalan Jinfeng, the guy you hate the most, every time you see him, you have to beat him." The guy from here, ghost horse?"

The woman still faced a pair of empty eyes.

The woman suddenly understood something, or the woman had known for a long time that this would be the result, and tears welled up in her eyes.

The woman shook the strong body of the ghost horse vigorously, and roared hoarsely: "Ghost horse, ghost horse, I am Jinfeng, as long as you wake up, as long as you can remember me, I will never pester you again. Wake up quickly!"

The men in black all around were dejected, and the slightly older man whispered: "Miss, Ghost Horse's soul has been broken, your magical powers can mend his body, but without the soul, there is no power to recover! "

The woman was surprisingly sensible, she let go of the hands that were holding onto the ghost horse tightly, nodded blankly, and reached out to touch the empty body of the ghost horse. The woman's face showed a fascinated look, as if she was smiling, but with a crying voice Said: "Now, it turns out that you are the most annoying to me, don't talk about touching your face, even if you accidentally touch your fingers, you will be thrown away in disgust, now I can touch your cheeks, touch Your hands, you won't bother me as much as before! We can be together forever! Hehehehe..."

The ghost horse's body tilted its head slightly, obviously unable to understand the woman's words at all.

In the woman's eyes, there was a dull expression at first, and then it turned into a monstrous hatred!

"Voldiron, get out!" The woman stomped her feet.

From the corner of the ground timidly drilled out a little dragon about a foot long. This little dragon is fat and fat, with a rounded appearance. It doesn't have the fierce appearance when it faced Zheng Xian before!

When the little dragon saw the woman, he immediately wagged his tail, stuck out his tongue, and laughed endlessly.

At this time, how can Voldemort have the slightest dragon arrogance?It's clearly a pug dog playing cheap and coquettish!

"Say, who killed the ghost horse?"

There was a hint of embarrassment on Voldiron's face, it's not his fault, because he is like a toad with a wonderful voice, and he is still in his infancy, so he can't speak at all.Only the female dragon in the yellow pocket can speak!

The slightly older man in the black suit said, "Miss, it's a Godhunter named Zheng Xian!"

"God hunter? Can a god hunter kill ghosts?" Nalan Jinfeng turned to stare at the man in the black suit and questioned.

The man in the black suit faltered for a while, then shook his head, who is a ghost?A Godhunter wanted to kill him, it was impossible.

What's more, the ghost horse also brought a cub of Voldemort, a relic of the previous dynasty. Such a ghost horse could win the battle even if it was an immortal cultivator in the fractal realm. How could it be possible to die so miserably?

A man in black next to him added: "Miss, it seems that Master Yun Zhong was also killed by this god hunter named Zheng Xian."

The woman didn't care about the death of her own brother Yun Zhong at all. She heard it as if she hadn't heard half of it. A pair of wonderful eyes swept across the room, and all the traces of the struggle showed that this place had experienced a fierce battle. In such a fight, the strength of both sides cannot be described as evenly matched!

Nalan Jinfeng bit her lip, and said fiercely: "I, Nalan Jinfeng, make a vow today, if I don't kill this Godhunting Warrior, I will die a terrible death!"

Immortal cultivators will never make a wish easily. Ordinary people will make a few nonsense and no one will pay attention to it, but if they are immortal cultivators, they will never succeed. Sometimes, after decades of hard work, there is no achievement of size, but they don’t know that the root cause may be in the past. At a certain moment, a promise was made, but it was never fulfilled.

The reason is unclear, but making a wish lightly is definitely a taboo for cultivating immortals!

"Look it up for me! I want all the information on that Godhunter! I want to capture this damn guy alive! I want him to suffer endless pain, life and death!"

……

Zheng Xian killed the ghost horse, and wanted to kill the Voldemort together, but unfortunately, the Voldemort and Miaoyin Toad are one thing, and Zheng Xian's current thoughts of reconciliation can't hurt him at all.

Unless this Voldemort Dragon can give birth to a real human-like spiritual body like a magic soldier, in that case, Zheng Xian will have more means to deal with the Volatile Earth Dragon, and he will not be helpless.

Therefore, Zheng Xian could only watch helplessly as Voldiron swaggered and lurked under the floor tiles and disappeared!The good thing is that Voldiron is like a toad, he can't speak, so he shouldn't be able to reveal his identity as a cultivator.

Then Zheng Xian smashed the spine of the ghost horse with one punch, and after confirming that the ghost horse was dead, he turned and left quietly.

At this time, Chang Xiao was walking in a large shopping mall. He had already changed his clothes, and came to the storage cabinet in the shopping mall, retrieved a picture from his mobile phone, scanned the storage cabinet, and beeped , a huge box opened.

Zheng Xian carried the ball bag on his shoulder from the center, and then walked away slowly!

Zheng Xian, the streamer sawtooth knife that came here, wants to keep it here for a while. The storage cabinets in this shopping mall are different from ordinary supermarket storage cabinets, especially this super large storage cabinet is usually not cleaned every day, and it is not free. Yes, but the fee is charged according to the time. After all, it is very close to the train station, and many tourists nearby temporarily store their bags here, and then wander around.

The collision with the ghost horse made Zheng Xian realize that danger was approaching him. Intuitively, Zheng Xian felt that killing a ghost horse would not end the matter, on the contrary, it might be the beginning of all troubles.

The only regret is that the vitality of the ghost horse was not absorbed. Thinking about it now, Zheng Xian felt that it was too wasteful.But with that Voldemort dragon lurking underground, Zheng Xian could only watch the ghost horse's vitality dissipate without a trace in a short time.