This evil king is a little annoying

Chapter 390
The ghostly figure appeared out of thin air, and Zi Tong suddenly stood beside Nangong Sheng.

This scene frightened Zhamu Tielang in the distance, who couldn't see through whether the woman in black gauze was a human or a ghost.

After all, Zhamu Tielang claimed to be a master, but he didn't see how Zitong showed up at all. He didn't even see the way Zitong killed the soldiers. The only thing he saw were a few bunches of purple awns.

Frightened, Zhamu Tielang waved his hand: "Give it to me, give it to me, kill Nangong Shenghe and this woman, there will be a lot of rewards!"

Soldiers swarmed up like a tidal wave, unable to see the edge at a glance, Su Qiqi stood on the pavilion and took a long breath, ready to go down to help Nangong Sheng and Zi Tong.

However, there was a contemptuous smile on the corner of Zitong's mouth, and he said, "Little devil, if you are afraid, just close your eyes."

Then Zitong put the three fingers of his left hand together and pointed at the ground: "Ghost Dao Tianluo."

It was a calm night with no wind, but suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the wind was so cold that even the soldiers in armor couldn't help shivering.

But what was even more uncomfortable was the ghost whistling in the wind.

The sound entered the ear, like countless ghosts crying, one after another, extremely terrifying.

Crack, crackle, everyone only felt that something was breaking in the depths of the ground where the soles of their feet were stepping, and the cracking sound became louder and louder. Finally, the ground under everyone's feet began to crack.

"What is that?" A soldier pointed to a strange object that burst out from under a crack.

A black tentacle, like the claws of an octopus, suddenly protruded from the ground and swayed on the ground, with countless round bulges above the tentacle.

The bulging bag suddenly burst open, revealing white eyes. The white eyes seemed to be living creatures. They could glance left and right, and the tentacles instantly raised, restraining the soldier closest to him.

The soldier hastily waved the weapon in his hand in panic and despair, trying to cut off the tentacles, but it was useless.

The tentacles rolled the soldier in the air and restrained him in circles. The eyes of the soldier who were alive slowly lost their luster. After a while, the soldier was like a puppet, no longer struggling, and his body was stiff and stopped moving.

The tentacles were released, and the soldier fell from the air to the ground, not even convulsing. Although he was breathing, he was no different from a dead person.

On the tentacles, a new bag suddenly swelled up, slowly blooming into new eyes, and continued to search for new prey.

The surrounding soldiers saw this terrifying scene, and they were terrified for a while.

"Monster, monster!" The soldiers ran away in tears, avoiding tentacles protruding from the ground.

But more and more tentacles protruded from the ground, swaying in the air, and the countless eyes looked even more terrifying under the moonlight at night.

Zhamu Tielang, who was riding on a horse, stood upright, stunned, and vomited out.

Ghost Dao Tianluo uses resentment as its body and undead as its power. Every time a soul is absorbed, it will have an extra eye in the formation.

A curse from the abyss of hell.

At this moment in the imperial city, even innocent people were implicated, the houses collapsed, there was mourning, the land was shattered, and it was a miserable mess.

Zitong looked at everything indifferently. In order to hunt down that man thousands of years ago, the blood of the people who had been killed was far greater than that of today.

Droughts are evil, and slaughter is justified.

Suddenly, Nangong Sheng's hoarse and deep voice reached Zi Tong's ear.

(End of this chapter)