Terrorist Reincarnation: Hundred Times Rewards

He could hear that Lin Chuan's words sounded like a curse, but he actually wanted to let him take everyone out as soon as possible, so as not to be affected by ghosts.

As expected of a senior...

Whether it is strength, Taoism, or character, they are all first-class!

With great respect for Lin Chuan, Han Shan took the people and left here one by one.

All, retreated to the school gate, full of anticipation and awe, looking at the school.

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On-campus, large conference room.

"Everyone, take out your phone."

Lin Chuan opened his mouth.

There is equipment in the conference room, but he is useless.

The voice, using a few traces of the power of the mantra, was slow and steady, loud and clear.

Instantly communicated to every corner of the large conference room.

Nine hundred students, there are also many mischievous people, but I heard this.

The mind was shocked, and then they were all sluggish, and took out the mobile phone.

As for Lin Chuan, his eyes narrowed slightly.

In the eyes, spiritual power flows.

Sure enough, on each mobile phone, there are ghosts attached to it.

No more, no less, exactly nine hundred!

In addition to this mobile phone in his own hands, nine hundred and one ghosts are all here.

And these ghosts, from ten years to the highest fifty years.

Strength is not strong.

It's just that the ghosts have greatly improved their strength.

Therefore, compared to the death video incident, this side is more difficult to deal with.

"But this way, it's easier to handle."

Lin Chuan grinned lightly.

It's just a pity that in the world of Uncle Nine, he sent out hundreds of Jiuxiao Thunder Talismans.

At present, there are only a dozen or so Jiuxiao Thunder Talismans in hand.

To deal with a ghost, a dozen or so are obviously not enough.

So, I went to a table next to me and sat down.

Mind a move.

In the palm of his hand, he holds a hundred-year-old Shenmu brush.

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Then, he waved his palm.

From the Sumeru Ring, three hundred blank yellow symbols were extracted.

Immediately afterwards, using spiritual power as ink, draw talismans on the spot!

Shenmu slammed, spiritual power injected, and the power of thunder surged.

Threads and strands, in this mythical creature, are inconspicuous.

The achievement bonus for Fuzhuan and painting masters, and the bonus for a hundred-year-old Shenmu brush.

In addition, the proficiency of the Nine Heavens Thunder Talisman of Perfect Realm.

Writing and painting talismans, extremely fluent.

Thirty seconds, and you're done!

Three hundred seconds, ten Zhang Jiuxiao thunder talismans!

Three thousand seconds, one hundred Nine Heavens Thunder Talismans, stacked into a pile.

A full nine thousand seconds!

Three hundred pieces, full of spiritual power, restrained thunder power, and the Nine Heavens Thunder Talisman in the realm of perfection, are stacked beside them.

Nine thousand seconds, two and a half hours.

"Should be enough."

Lin Chuan twisted his wrist and muttered.

The hundred-year-old Shenmu brush in his hand retracted the system space and disappeared into his hand.

Three hundred cards should be enough to deal with ghosts and mythical creatures that are not too powerful.

At the bottom, the nine hundred students had waited for more than two hours, and they were already quite critical.