There’s an Evil Spirit Here

The white ghosts that came out intensively like white crows were just dozens of paper pricks.

"Good job!"

Fang Zheng shouted loudly, stomped his feet under the corpse mountain, the golden skin of the skin circulated, and the people had rushed across the sky like a big day.

The whole body is intimidating, and the sky is full of fearless rushing.

Great Dragon Elephant!

Infuriating vortex!

Bang!

In an instant, the paper-staffed people who had been fighting in the sky were suddenly attracted by the huge suction vortex, and the square was turned into the center of the vortex. The paper-staffed people could not break free, and they were all rolled to the center of the vortex.

Great Dragon Elephant!

Blood Cloud Three Swords! All the internal organs burned!

For Yin evil spirits, it is a natural and restrained scorching blaze, with a heavy sword after a blood sacrifice, it bursts out instantly, and it is found that the sun is just like the top of the sky, and it is like a gyro top, and it hits the sky without fear. In the midair, the paper that was sucked up was punctured into pieces of paper burning in the sky.

puff! puff!

Poof!

Normal Soul +1.

Normal Soul +1.

...

Dozens of white ghosts in the sky were exploded in the air and strangled to death.

Human skin scriptures instantly captured 67 ordinary rays of soul.

"Laterborn! Hugh is going to be more precise! The matter of King Lao a few months ago, indeed, King Lao broke the rules first, and left the seventy-two ghost gates without permission. King Lao is dead, and our tomb keeper has paid the due price. , The **** men of the Yin Division have slaughtered my two tomb-keepers. You are now actively opening the door. The truth stands on our side. When the tomb-keepers dare not resist and kill you ... "

clang!

Among the burning confetti that was blown up in the sky, there was something that suddenly blocked the Founder's gyro and turned a knife. When the sky burst out a circle of gorgeous energy explosion shock waves, instantly lit up the corpse cave.

Bright as day.

Among the confetti burning in the sky, it was a middle-aged scribe with a pale complexion and a plain white coat.

The ancients still keep it.

It's just that it looks like an unusually pale face that is lying in the coffin all year round without the sun. It doesn't look like a normal living person at all.

"You are just a younger junior in the early night tour, I am in the late night tour, killing you like ..."

The middle-aged scribes haven't finished yet, Dawei Dragon Elephant!

Blood Cloud Three Swords! Bone broken and broken!

At first, the middle-aged scribe had reached out with confidence to stop, but the next moment, when he sensed something was wrong, it was too late to move back.

Fang was indifferent, and his eyes were extremely calm in the battle.

Qi illusion!

puff!

One arm was cut shoulder to shoulder with a sharp ghost knife.

The half-aired body lost its balance at once, like a ground-drilling missile, fell **** the ground and smashed a big pit in the corpse mountain.

"Why, how is it possible! You are only in the early night tour, I am in the late night tour!"

A horrible voice came from the pit of Corpse Mountain.

Fang Zheng ignored it, carrying a long knife in his hand, and strode to the feet with two feet. However, there was no middle-aged scribe in the pit.

At this moment, hundreds of men and women corpses stood up in the pile of corpse caves, and then formed a stream of corpses, and the census came.

sulfuric acid! sulfuric acid! sulfuric acid!

Founder was standing still. The sharp claws of these ordinary corpses couldn't even break the golden streamer cicada's membrane attached to his skin.

Except for obstructing Founder ’s actions, no physical harm can be caused.

"Too light! Too light, too light, too light, too light or too light!"

With the fighting, the momentum of Founder's body became more and more fierce.

however!

In this pile of corpse caves like **** hell, there are more dead bodies standing up, and more corpses are besieging towards the central Founder.

Longhu double-shaped golden bell jar! hardening!

Roar! Yin!

One dragon and one tiger screamed, bursting the eardrums with a violent momentum, and a patina of golden bells covering the Founder, slamming the corpse flow around the body and pushing it out.

Seeing that it was impossible to break through quickly, taking this opportunity, the Founder in the golden bell hood collected the blood boiling all over his body. He put away the state of blood and blood sacrifice, and the white steam on his body re-condensed into a shoulder fire. At the same time, swallow a blood-enriching medicine in time to restore part of the qi and blood burned in the body.

Avoid the weak period after the blood sacrifice.

Looking at the lost middle-aged scribe, he fell into an endless stream of corpses for a while, the golden bell cover was swallowed up by the tide, and the founder inside the golden bell cover was calm and calm.

There is a real breath all over the surface of the golden bell ...

It's a real enemy!

Boom! Click!

The deafening sound of the ancient temple striking the bell made a loud noise. In the stream of corpses, there was a very fast figure, almost breaking the golden bell cover. The golden bell cover cracked a glass crack, but it was only limited to this.

It was really a bit hard to break the golden bell.

It was the late middle-aged scribe who was hiding in the corpse stream waiting for the opportunity to sneak attack!

Unable to strike, the middle-aged scribes stepped back and wanted to hide in the corpse stream again, and then waited for the opportunity.

But Founder did not give him this opportunity at all.

See the enemy!

I finally caught you!

"Hiding is like a mouse, and the tomb-keeper is in my eyes, but it's just that!"

When the breath in the body changed, the dragon and tiger golden bell disappeared, dong! Boom! Boom! Fang is like a human-shaped tyrannosaurus, ramming all the way, the savage flying crashes away the obstructing dead bodies, and the Devil Diamond Seal!

Watching the **** fist seal hit me head-on, the middle-aged scribe almost scared his tongue and his scalp tingled.

"Damn! You definitely have the strength to do late night tours! How is it possible! Only three months!"

There was a chill in the middle-aged scribe.

Founder pursued the chase too fast ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ so that the middle-aged scribes had no chance to exert other means, and could only force a breath, leaving only one arm to forcibly block Fangzheng's seal.

"Come well! Let me look at the late stage of the night tour, and I can take a few punches!"

"The night tour makes the late tombkeepers cry for a long time with one punch, right? !!!"

boom! boom! boom!

The more middle-aged scribes get the Fangzheng fist print, the more terrified they are, only two punches! He couldn't take the vast boundless fist of Founder.

Each of his counterattacks, as if he had read the mind, was always prejudged so that each counterattack would be interrupted in advance.

In particular, the vast and overbearing fist of Fang Zheng's fist just suppressed the yin in his body, making it difficult for him to exert his full strength.

Click! Click!

There were more and more cracks on his arm, and there was a big gap in the crack. It was a wound that Fang Zhenghao hit his arm with a fist.

at last!

Arms covered with cracks are hard to support in the domineering and airtight fist shadow.

Punt!

The remaining arm was exploded by the Founder's fist!

"Six Boxing, it seems that you are only in the bottom of the night tour, the bottom of the ranking exists!"

Fang Zheng looked at the middle-aged scribe who was smashed into the arm with a punch, like a cannonball, and his face was indifferent and his tone was strong.

After listening to Founder ’s words, the middle-aged scribe who smashed out finally could n’t help but suffocate in his heart and shouted: “Are you a neuropathy! I slept well next to the white tiger coffin. What's the matter with turning my head! "

"Because you are the weakest of the four coffins!" Founder took it for granted.

"Of course, killing chickens and monkeys is to pick soft persimmons!"

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