Supernatural: the Opening Host Approached Science

Wen Changming smiled bitterly and said, "But a month ago, some villagers said that they saw the phantom of the evil dragon rise from the temple, straight into the Yellow River, and when they entered the temple again, they found that the sculpture of the Celestial Master had already broken into a piece of mud."

Jiang Han looked at this lifelike dragon.

Suddenly, the eyes of this evil dragon moved.

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Chapter [-]: Clay Sculpture Specter, Five Hundred Years of Zhenlong Temple Legend Come True

Just when Jiang Han's eyes met the eyes of the evil dragon, the mud-carved dragon's pupils trembled slightly, followed by a black light flashing past.

There was a cracking sound from the sculpture of the dragon, as if something was about to rush out of it.

Countless dirt rustled down from the sculpture.

As the soil becomes less and less.

Jiang Han could clearly see that at the longan, after the mud fell, a real eye appeared.

The red vertical pupils, which were like snakes, stared at Jiang Han tightly.

In his eyes, there is a bloodthirsty and violent meaning as strong as a beast.

Wen Changming's face changed drastically.

Seeing the conspicuous clay sculpture, he lost his voice: "How could there be a ghost here?"

"Didn't the demon dragon escape the suppression long ago?"

Wen Changming originally planned to bring Jiang Han to see the birthplace of this supernatural Jedi.

But I never thought that there would be evil things in this place.

Jiang Han was much calmer than him, still calmly looking at the bloodthirsty vertical pupils of the mud sculpture.

As more and more soil fell, the dragon sculpture no longer had only pupils, but also a pair of eyes, as well as uneven, ferocious and ferocious faces gradually emerged.

Jiang Han could feel a strange aura from the other party's body.

Said he was a monster, not like a monster.

It is said that he is a dragon, but it is not purely a dragon, and his body is mottled with dragon energy and full of chaos.

It is said that he is a ghost turned into a human, and his breath is completely different.

On the first day he came to Sichuan Province, he was able to encounter such strange things, and Jiang Han was quite interested.

He stretched out his hand and held down Wen Chang's name, who was about to activate the Specter's ability, and interrupted the opponent to break free from the mud sculpture: "Wait first, don't worry, let him come out."

Wen Changming looked at Jiang Han in disbelief: "Mr. Jiang Han, do you know what you are talking about?"

"According to legend, this True Dragon Temple has existed for more than [-] years. When the evil dragon revived, the battle was far beyond the horror of the Blood Ghost King."

"If a similar existence is released now, disaster will befall Sichuan Province."

Jiang Han smiled lightly: "I'm doing it for your own good, you can't interrupt it."

With Lihuo Shentong, he has already seen most of the details of the opponent.

Being so despised by Jiang Han, Wenchang, who is a high-level executive of the Sichuan Provincial Spiritual Energy Bureau, immediately held his breath.

Without hesitation, he activated his ghost ability.

A strong yin qi burst out from his body, and depending on the strength, it was enough that the Great Ghost King was close to the Spirit Ghost King's level.

Wen Changming gritted his teeth, his left hand grabbed his right hand, and twisted suddenly.

After a scream.

The bloody whole right hand was immediately broken by him and pulled out.

This is his devilish ability.

The ghost in him is powerful.

But it's not easy to control.

As much as you want to gain..., his Wenchang name, you have to lose as much...

In the past, at most, he used a part of his strength by bleeding and cutting flesh.

But at this moment, in order to suppress the hundreds of years that are about to be born, he will be able to activate the curse ability of the ghost king! Wen Changming's face is pale, holding the severed hand, he slowly walks forward, and presses on the recovering Above the dragon head.

The dragon's vertical pupils seemed to be able to see what he was going to do.

There was a flash of humanized mockery, as if mocking his self-control.

With a surging blood tide, the severed palm gradually spread from the head of the dragon sculpture, covering half of the dragon's head.

The speed of the soil falling suddenly slowed down.

A look of joy appeared on Wen Changming's face.

I thought that my curse had already controlled the recovery of the mud dragon.

He breathed a sigh of relief: "Mr. Jiang Han, after a while, until the power of the curse is fully exerted, the ghost in this clay sculpture will be suppressed forever."

Look at his happy tone.

Jiang Han sighed slightly.

This Specter's ability is indeed good, but this time, Wen Changming will definitely be disappointed.

The ghost in the clay sculpture was definitely not something he could think of.

Jiang Han just wanted to wait for him to come out and solve the problem at one time.

next second.

On top of the clay sculpture, the wickedly wicked red awns glowed brilliantly.

The entire Zhenlong Temple is reflected in bright red like blood.

The blood tide that wanted to completely cover the dragon head suddenly stopped.

All the blood flowing from the severed palm was like a basin of water dripping into the desert, and was completely absorbed by the mud sculpture in an instant.

Rumble boom boom boom! The mud dragon vibrated even more.

The dirt that fell from the body was faster and bigger than before.

Wen Changming's face was instantly pale, and his eyes were full of despair: "How could this be!"

"I didn't stop its recovery, I even accelerated it!"

Suddenly, he had a feeling that he had become a sinner in Sichuan Province.

Su Yueli sighed and used a brush to draw a healing talisman in the air. While he could be rescued from his broken hand, she used the power of the talisman to stop his bleeding wrist to prevent him from bleeding too much. And die.

"Mr. Wen, go to the hospital quickly, it should be too late to pick up now."

Wen Changming smiled bitterly: "I actually hastened the recovery of the ghost in the temple, and I have no face to take over, I will fight him to the death today."

He has realized that he is by no means an opponent.

When Jiang Han broke through the mass graves in the capital, at most... against the ghost king.

The evil spirits that are going to come out of the temple right now, Wenchang's name doesn't need to be known, and they are definitely above the spirit ghost king.

He felt that Jiang Han was enough to get out of here, and for a while, he felt even more desperate.

In an instant, most of the dirt that sealed the Specter fell off.

The Specter hidden in the soil finally revealed the true face of Mount Lu at this moment.

It was not a dragon that came out.

To be precise, it is the head of a person, the strange thing with the body of a snake.

On the platform, there is a giant python with a length of fifteen or six meters.

A head in the shape of a human head, but the upper part is covered with scales, is standing upright in the air, with evil eyes staring at Father Jiang Han.

The facial features are extremely ugly, it doesn't look like the facial features of a person, but it seems that someone has pressed all the facial features of a snake on this person's face.

"did not expect."

A disgusting smile appeared on the face of the evil alien python, "I really have a day to get out of trouble."

"I will stand on the top of this world again."

"There are still three blood food delivered to the door, so happy!"

Jiang Han looked at him with a sneer: "It's a good thing to say, the national master who suppressed the demon dragon five hundred years ago has now become something that is neither human nor snake, don't you feel disgusted?"

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Chapter [-] Is it time for me to go back and be a sculpture now?

Jiang Han said this.

The human-headed monster python, who was still going to pretend to be aggressive, suddenly had a bluish-red color on his face.

It seems that he did not expect his identity to be discovered by others, and he was shocked, but also deeply embarrassed.

Su Yueli and Wen Changming were even more shocked.

After a thousand thoughts, no one could guess that the ugly ghost who revived in this temple would be the heroic national teacher who suppressed the evil dragon five hundred years ago! And it has become like this.

Wenchang Ming, as a native of Sichuan Province, couldn't believe it: "How...how could it be the national teacher of that stalwart hero!"

, A perverted sneer appeared on the face of the human-headed monster python, and said with a sinister smile, "So what if I found it."

, "In this case, I can tell you frankly that now I am not only a ghost, but also the son of a demon dragon. As long as I kill you and leave this place, I will enter the Yellow River, meet the demon dragon, and start slaughtering from the Yellow River. Kyushu!"

Wen Chang's name was horrified, and he said with a trembling voice: "Why! Have you forgotten that you were once a human being?"

The human-headed monster python laughed loudly, as if he had heard some ridiculous joke: "What I regret most in my life is... Back then, in order to suppress the monster dragon, my body was buried in the temple."

"I'm trying to use my soul, and the incense of my descendants for thousands of years, to permanently suppress the evil dragon and become a ghost."

"But who would have thought that in less than 100 years, the incense of Zhenlong Temple will be completely cut off, and it will be inaccessible."

"If I don't surrender to the demon dragon and become his descendant, how can I live to this day to take revenge on you... the descendants of the wolf-hearted and arrogant."

Wen Chang's name was a bit embarrassing to hear, this kind of hero being abandoned by future generations has indeed appeared over the years.