Spiritual resurrection: Flirting with the best female ghost at the beginning

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In the tropical rain forest, Lin Que shuttled through with the Hunting Blade Spirit Control Group.

Lin Que checked the satellite bracelet.

A total of one hundred spirit-controlling groups participated in the competition, and so far, there are only eighty-two teams left.

The one with the highest number of eliminations and points was a group of spirit warriors named Netherworld.

There were eight spiritual groups eliminated by them alone.

"It's interesting!"

Little stars kept popping up in Lin Que's eyes. If he robbed the Netherworld Spirit Control Group, would he be number one?

Awesome!

suddenly!

Phew!

A long roar accompanied by an astonishing ghostly energy came overwhelmingly.

Lin Que quickly pressed the brakes and stepped down with his long legs to stabilize the pink motorcycle.

No way, my legs are long!

"Quickly...get out of the way!"

"I can't stop!"

Xiang Qian's pink motorcycle was out of control and crashed into Hou Feng and Murong Qingyue in front.

"Oh leak!"

Murong Qingyue and Hou Feng held their heads in their hands, their faces confused.

They wanted to escape, but it was too late.

boom!

The three of them collided together, and the pink motorcycle was shattered into pieces, with the screws flying out.

"Hey, I'm fine!" Xiang Qian touched his body and found that nothing was wrong.

It seems that Fatty is also a master with an S-level body!

The butt is so soft, so considerate!

When he looked down, his face changed with surprise, and he blurted out a beautiful sentence in Mandarin.

"Fuck!"

"Whose baby has a leak?"

Murong Qingyue and Hou Feng were crushed into pieces by Xiang Qian's huge body.

"Hurry and save people!"

Lin Que took out an air gun from the space ring, thrust it into the bullseye of Hou Feng's butt, and pumped him up like crazy!

Originally this was for the pink scooter, but I didn’t expect Hou Feng to use it first.

Next person!

Murong Qingyue and Lin Que are so gentle, just poke their nostrils!

Murong Qingyue's eyes were filled with spiral lines.

She didn't know why, but she felt an unpleasant smell in her nostrils.

Su Tang looked at Lin Que, who was still in full form at this time, and rubbed his eyebrows: "I said, aren't you going to look up at the sky?"

The four of them were stunned and looked up at the sky.

"Fuck!"

"D-class ghost, winged bone sculpture!"

In the sky.

A bone sculpture ten meters in diameter, with only white bones all over its body and a powerful ghostly aura!

Judging from the aura, it is only half a step away from C level.

The bird is so big that it cannot be stewed in one pot!

I need to add two barbecue grills!

"Fat man, please retreat, let's retreat!"

After Lin Que finished speaking, he asked Hou Feng to get on his pink motorcycle and fled towards the back.

Su Tang also took Murong Qingyue away, leaving Xiang Qian alone.

Xiang Qian:? ? ?

Cold sweat broke out on his face. He looked back at the flying wing bone sculpture and forced a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Have you eaten?"

Phew!

The flying-wing bone sculpture screamed, and the bone wings flapped out countless ghostly wind blades, killing Xiang Qian.

Seeing this, Xiang Gan turned his legs into hot wheels and chased Lin Que.

"Brother Lin, help!"

boom!

A wind blade exploded on the side, and the aftermath of the explosion overturned Xiang Gan.

The winged bone sculpture flaps its wings and flies, its sharp claws grabbing at the neck trunk.

Xiang Qian was shocked and was about to resist.

"The second soul skill, void movement!"

"Walk!"

Lin Que suddenly appeared next to Xiang Qian, grabbed Xiang Qian by the back collar, and escaped into the void!

The galloping bone sculpture flew into the air, roared angrily, fixed its gaze on Lin Que's trace, and galloped away.

"Damn fat man, it's time for you to lose weight!"

Lin Que drove the pink scooter, Xiang Qian sat at the back, and Hou Feng was squeezed into a sandwich biscuit.

The pink motorcycle tires were flattened.

Even if Lin Que pushed the accelerator to the limit, he wouldn't be as fast as the turtle beside him!

Pink Motorcycle: I bear a weight I shouldn’t bear!

"Humans... all deserve to die!"

A child-like voice came, and the flying-winged bone sculpture behind him chased after him. With a spit from his mouth, countless wind blades slashed at the pink motorcycle.

"Jump out of the car!"

Lin Que and the others abandoned the car and fled without hesitation.

boom!

The pink motorcycle was hit by the wind blade and turned into a ball of fire, leaving no residue behind.

"My little pink motorcycle!" Lin Que bent his ten fingers and felt pain in his chest.

The five thousand yuan is gone again.

"Damn you bastard, you and I are at odds with each other!"

Lin Que took out his magic sword Qianbian and moved towards the flying bone sculpture with a movement in the void.