There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 289: A vast green grassland (refill 13/49)
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Founder has always felt that,
This so-called palace lord must be a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.
Can tolerate what ordinary people can't.
For example, he repeatedly irritated the other party, and he did not hesitate to cuckold the palace lord who had never been masked, but he never showed up.
If you don't show up, how can I fight you?
How to hold you?
Who do I talk to about my big deal worth 1.2 million yuan?
"Palace Lord, your hat is quite big, hehe, like a vast green grassland..."
"Palace Lord, do you really want your hat?"
"Hey, palace lord, are you really the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?"
"I wonder if the palace lord has noticed that the second palace lord looks a bit different when looking at the lady...well, I just want to ask, is the palace lord’s brother really dear?"
……
"Sure enough, as smart and wise as the palace lord, how can he be easily irritated by a few words, the palace lord is more intelligent than the sky, and he can carry a ship. He is a ninja turtle and can bear what ordinary people can't bear. Forget it, I Go and talk to the thirty-five ladies of the bride, and the palace lord pays goodbye." Fang Zheng picked up the knife case and jumped off the high platform.
At this moment, there were several pale paper-pierced people nearby, killing Xiang Fangzheng at close range.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The knife box in his hand was like a pile driver, directly smashing the three paper piercing people to death on the spot.
Normal spirit +1, +1, +1.
Two months ago, these paper pierced people were not afraid of one-on-one. Now they don’t even have the qualifications to let him get a knife, so he just smashed them to death one by one with the knife box.
Along the way, there were a few paper-pierced people with pale faces, flying towards Fang Zheng, all of them were smashed to death by the knife box in Fang Zheng's hand like a pile driver.
One step! Two steps! Three steps!
Fang Zheng is getting closer and closer to the thirty-five brides on the high platform, and at this time, his face gradually put away the hippie smile just now, but his voice was a little low and said: "You guys, are you still alive?"
"I'm here to take you home..."
"Your relatives have been waiting for you to go home, the outside world has not forgotten you..."
"Is there no sound? Hey..."
Fangzheng sighed low, and then he saw the cold color in his eyes, getting colder and colder, and at the same time, there was a sharp and dangerous aura rising rapidly on his body.
Fangzheng is getting closer and closer to where the thirty-five brides are. Seeing that he is about to approach, suddenly!
Huh!
There was a whirring sound from behind, and the dangerous aura on the body was rising higher and higher, and his eyes were as cold as a cold electric square, but he did not evade, grabbed one end of the knife case with one hand, straightened his arm, and used the knife case directly. The other end smashed the object behind him.
Boom!
The ground under his feet trembles sharply. It is because he can't bear the strength of both parties. It can be seen that the strength is so great that both parties are shaken apart by each other, and Fang Zheng's arms are slightly numb.
With this collision, in an instant, flying sand and rocks, the scenic trees in the villa lashed out their leaves, and at the same time, large chunks of boulders and wall fragments fell from the sky, terrifying! The one that attacked Fang Zheng was actually a nearby pavilion rising from the ground!
The pavilion is floating in the sky, and the attack just now was a stone pillar that fell heavily from the sky like an arm.
However, the tiles and fragments of the broken wall that were broken from the pavilion by the counter-shock force of the knife box turned into paper shards as soon as they left the main building.
"Old Black Mountain Demon?!"
Faced with the towering pavilion, Fang Zheng was startled, and the classic version of "A Chinese Ghost Story" appeared in his mind automatically. Isn't it just the appearance of the old Black Mountain demon?
However, looking at the shards of paper on the ground, Fang Zheng was not surprised.
In fact, as early as when he killed the second palace lord, Fang Zheng had already faintly guessed. Until the guests here turned into paper-bound people, he finally verified his conjecture. Everything here is paper-bound objects, including people, buildings, tables and chairs, etc., none of them are true.
The tomb-keeper refines himself into a paper man, and it makes no sense to stop making himself a paper mansion and maid.
Since ancient times, people and paper houses have been burnt together in the graves as funeral sacrifices.
Although Fang Zheng was shaken out and his arms were numb, he did not suffer any physical damage. The tower that rose from the ground, with a sharp wind in the air, raised it like a stone pillar with an arm, and slammed it at Fang Zheng again.
Fangzheng glanced at the thirty-five immobile brides behind him.
"Good come!"
Not only is he not afraid, he even keeps rising in his aura, which is an unrelenting aura.
Yanhuangdi, many heroes, with one enemy and a hundred people are not shy.
People are not timid, Qiu Bixue, look at my Chinese man's blood.
The man is bloody, self-arrogant and heroic.
Hand-held golden knife, wearing white jade, hungry on the head of the United States, thirsty for Raksha blood...
——"General Order · Man's Action".
"Kill!"
Open the knife case! Cold knife out!
Fangzheng gave a long scream, carried a ghost knife, slammed under his feet like a giant elephant on the ground, and took the initiative to confront him.
At this time, he urged his strength to the extreme, and the half-person-height Ghost Head Knife flashed with snow-white light. It was the cold and cold light unique to the cold metal luster, and he rushed to the pavilion with murderous aura.
Boom!
With a huge collision, the heavy stone pillars that were smashed by the wind and waves were split apart by a knife, and they fell apart in an instant, and then turned into light and fluttering pieces of paper, falling to the ground.
At this moment, in the tower floating in the sky, three more stone pillars flew directly below the feet, with the sound of the heavy oppressive wind.
Fang has no fear in the front, his eyes are as dazzling as a blade, and he stepped on the ground under his feet, flying up soil, rocks and grass, and the next moment it all turned into pieces of paper in the sky.
Fang Zhengfei rushed to the pavilion above his head, and slashed at the three large stone pillars in front.
Boom! Rumble!
The volley collided, and there was a flash of white lightning. It was the knife light in Fang Zheng's hand that was urged by the extreme force to reach the extreme, and it smashed three stone pillars in the air.
Boom boom boom!
The stone pillar flew and exploded, and when it separated from the main body, it turned into pieces of paper scraps, all vulnerable to a blow in front of the ghost knife.
Fangzheng's castration is unabated, he is like a cold electricity through the air, Boom! The wall exploded with a huge crack, and Fang Zheng even brought a knife and flew directly into the pavilion.
No one can see the inside of the pavilion clearly, but can only hear the explosions inside it. One wall is cracked, a large area of the roof collapses, everything is cracked in soil and rock, and there are explosions everywhere.
The floating pavilion is getting more and more dilapidated, disintegrating from the inside.
Boom! There are soaring flames, spraying thinly from every crack in the building, engulfed in billowing heat waves, and the air is filled with the scorching smell of burning paper scraps.
Like a palace of flames.
Boom!
The Flame Palace smashed to the ground heavily from mid-air. There was no huge momentum as imagined, only the paper house that collapsed in flames.
There was a twist of light and shadow in the flames, and a black shadowy figure with a long knife in his hand walked out step by step like a flame killer, unscathed.
Fu Ran, he looked up at the sky!
I saw another four or five pavilions flying up in the villa, and there were dozens of thick stone pillars in an instant, like a scene of apocalypse of the sky and the earth cracking, all suppressed to Fang Zheng who lifted the knife from the flame.