Ghost Shelter System

Text Volume Chapter 1,285, The strongest collision, the beginning of a fierce battle!

Three days is neither short nor long.

When Qin Kun said that the other party would come to Swimming Soul Village in three days, Fan Haixin and others took precautions in advance to see if there would be a scam.

The Chinese ghost hunters didn't care that much.

This is not reckless and arrogant, but a subtle thought. If the other party is not a promise-keeper and shows some despicable and shameless virtues, they may still be happy.

Because this way you won't feel guilty when you kill them.

But now, all we know is that they are big ghosts who want to return to their hometown. The reason of "returning their souls to their hometown" makes people less willing to kill, but they really can't go back.

Only now did Qin Kun realize that after reaching a certain level, some conflicts are not intensified by good or evil, but by stance. There is nothing wrong with the other party going home, and there is nothing wrong with blocking it himself.

Some forces with different positions are destined to be unable to compromise unless one party can control the other party, but who is willing to be controlled by others...

Fortunately, although they are young, they have all experienced many things and have matured, and they are not merciful guys.

Swimming Soul Village, on top of the church of the Swimming Ghost King.

Qin Kun crossed his arms across his chest and stared into the distance.

Next to him was Fan Helsing, dressed in clean clothes, looking in the direction of Wangxiangzhai.

The remaining people, such as Nie Yuxuan, Menoetius and others, were walking around the church, seeming a little nervous, but also vaguely looking forward to the coming of the war.

This church is the highest point of the Swimming Soul Village. When Qin Kun saw a dark cloud spreading from the place where the sky and the sea meet, he finally broke the silence and asked, "Have they all evacuated?"

They refer to humans and ghosts.

The ghost people in the Swimming Soul Village have gone to other ghost villages to take refuge, because Qin Kun heard Xu Facheng in the ward say that Maoshan's thunder technique is the most lethal to ghosts. If he lived for two thousand years, a thunderbolt would strike him. One will die, one hundred will die.

Except for the Ghost King who may have the Yin Dragon Ghost Technique to handle it, other big ghosts basically can't bear it.

"They are all gone. The Swimming Ghost King took them to hide in the nearby ghost village. I asked Magic Lisa and the Tiqi from Yulong Mountain to evacuate as well."

Van Helsing said, taking off his clean T-shirt, revealing his strong muscles.

The skin is fair, the muscles are well developed, and the hair is thick, but there is no dirty and messy look.

Qin Kun saw Fan Helsing wearing an ankh on his chest and frowned: "Do you Western exorcists like to be shirtless when fighting?"

This is a fight against ghosts, not a group fight. If showing off your body fat is useful, what do you want a Taoist priest to do?

Fan Haixin glanced at Qin Kun and said speechlessly: "Yin spirits are dirty and can't be washed off if they stick to clothes. I've never heard that after dealing with ghosts a lot, will children cry when they see them? That's all because of the dirty things on clothes. It’s so filthy. This T-shirt is my favorite, so I’d better put it away first.”

Qin Kun suddenly realized that he had heard Lao Wang mention it when he was working at the funeral parlor, but he hadn't been so careful.

Menoetius, who was not far away, shouted: "They are coming, very fast! You two actually still have the time to chat?"

Menoetius spoke quickly, but not fast enough, because as soon as he finished speaking, a bolt of lightning appeared in the dark clouds on the horizon. The dark clouds and lightning actually reached the top of the head at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye!

Boom——

The sound of thunder comes later.

There was deafening thunder and heavy rain fell.

The sky suddenly brightened, and then darkened. Between bright and dark, the vision was blinded. All around, the sound of splashing water appeared one after another.

Boom——

The second lightning appeared, and like dumplings falling from the sky, ghost kings appeared one after another!

"Da Qin, Chu Ke."

"Da Qin, Li Fu."

"Da Qin, Zeng Yong."

"Da Qin, Miao Qing."

"Da Qin, Gong Xing."

"Da Qin, Fanshun."

"Da Qin, Shen Tuye."

"Da Qin, Bo Chang."

"Da Qin,..."

One, five, ten, twenty, twenty-three ghost kings in Qin Dynasty costumes appeared around the church one after another.

They fell from the sky, and the water splashed after landing. Their bodies stood upright like stone figures, surrounding the church.

Twenty-three ghost kings, twenty-three Yin dragons, and a huge ship in the sky.

On the bow of the ship, a Taoist priest in his forties was carrying two swords on his back. His eyes were looking down indifferently. Lightning lit up behind him. His expression could not be seen clearly, only his eyes glowed with a strange green light.

The Peach God versus the Sword, the Maoshan Ghost.

Everyone can tell that this guy is Xu Facheng!

After Qin Kun told this fact three days ago, Nie Yuxuan, Miao Shan, and Mo Wuji were still a little skeptical. They did not question Qin Kun's words, but found it incredible.

Today, my doubts are gone.

Besides Xu Facheng, who else could have that venerable appearance?

"I alone guard the eight wastelands of Fuyu Town, and the Kunlun Earth Master sits in the bright hall. The four elephants are the formation in my hands, and all the ghosts turn into frost on the ground. Qin Kun in Fuyu Mountain represents the way of life and death in China. Welcome all of you to come from afar."

Qin Kun shouted loudly, "Courtesy first, then soldiers, the order cannot be messed up."

On the boat, Xu Facheng opened his mouth several times, but held back.

Qin Kun's laughter was loud and clear, piercing the rain curtain: "Brother Xu, you have turned into a ghost, don't you dare to retaliate for the sect's incision?"

"Noisy!"

A thunderbolt fell and was slapped aside by Fan Helsing.

Fan Hexin looked at this middle-aged ghost and was a little surprised: "Qin, this person... looks a bit familiar."

Qin Kun sneered: "You admitted your mistake. This old ghost will beat him to death when he gets the chance."

Fan Helsing felt abrupt, admitting his mistake?

He didn't think that with the look in his eyes, he would admit his mistake. I'm afraid there's something... unclear about it.

In the sky, Xu Facheng stood in front, with two ghost kings on the left and right.

Two of them were Xinglin Jun and Tie Hao. Qin Kun had met both of them. Tie Hao was the guard commander of the cattle ship. The other two seemed to be alchemists.

"Everyone is coming in force. I've prepared a freshly made old fist, please accept it." Qin Kun cupped his hands towards the surroundings.

"Little doll, I advise you to get out of the way quickly. Our ancestors are leaving Guixiao from here today and going home!"

"Okay, I'll let you go if I keep my life."

"Arrogant!"

Qin Kun spat: "We all know there's no need to talk anymore, so why waste any more words? Everyone, take action!"

Qin Kun's body was filled with Yang fire. Mo Wuji, Miao Shan, Menoetius, and Lancelot were flying to the four corners. Each of them held a formation flag in their hands.

"Blue and white Zhu Xuan sit on all sides, spring grass and new soil avoid mud ponds, the sky covers the earth and the bowl covers, and the five qi locks the ghosts and transforms into the sky."

When the formation flag was inserted into the ground, the incantation had just been recited!

Bowl overturning array!

In Qin Kun's hand, a bowl was turned upside down and inserted into the formation with a radius of 100 meters with the church as the center!

Van Helsing appeared covered in golden light: "In the name of God, Holy Cross Falls!"

Ethereal and solemn, like a sentence!

A cross tombstone appeared and fell from the sky, followed by many more cross tombstones. Each tombstone was engraved with the names of past cardinals, emitting a faint golden light.

boom! ——Boom boom boom boom! ——

The puddles accumulated by the rain were evaporated by the smash. The group of ghost kings had never seen such an offensive before. They were caught off guard and injured many of them.

Before these big ghosts could react, Qin Kun's body was filled with karma and fire accumulated in the palm of his hand.

Hong Shuang!

Slow frosty flames were thrown out, and suddenly accelerated under the stirring of Hazlitt's wand.

Frozen!

More than a dozen cold flames were the limit that Qin Kun could throw out at one time. Seven of them were dodged, and the rest were sealed in ice on the bodies of the ghost kings.

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