There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 291: To kill is to kill
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Fumo Diamond Seal!
People have three fires, and if three fires are prosperous, all evils will not invade,
If all three fires are extinguished, the oil will be exhausted and the lamp will die.
Insufficiency of three fires will lead to trance, frail and sickly, qi deficiency in night dreams, and it is easy to provoke unclean things.
At this moment, Fang Zheng's blood swelled like a tide, and there were three fires that were like a roaring stove.
Boom!
The fist marks are like a locomotive facing oncoming, and the bridegroom’s clothes are pounding the man’s chest with heavy blows, like the abnormal noise of the shattering of cloth, and the hot blood and infuriating qi on Fang Zheng’s fist directly penetrated The groom's dress pierced the man's chest.
"You..."
The paper-pierced man looked at Fangzheng in front of him. Even if he was hit so hard, his face was always pale and strangely smiling. Because he was a paper-pierced man, he only had a dead face.
In fact, the paper-struck man was struck by Fang Zheng's rapid succession, a bit shocked.
He has been thinking about it,
Why can this wild priest in front of me ignore the power of the face of the night,
Originally,
He has the confidence to kill the opponent,
He was confident that he killed the opponent!
But it's just such a step of miscalculation, which leads to a lack of success.
The reason why he can not be affected is because he and the linker are accomplices, and the wearer can freely control the range and ability of the side of the night.
But he couldn't understand why the Taoist robe on Fang Zheng could restrain the dark side of the underworld weapon.
The gravekeeper in the groom's suit panicked.
I didn't wait for the paper-pierced man to speak the second word, and Fang Zheng's follow-up attack had already been pursued quickly under True Qi to observe the enemy.
The guard of the tomb finally noticed something was wrong. Every time he moved, he was suppressed foreseeably as if he was prejudged by the opponent.
He couldn't care about anything else, and hurriedly summoned the paper-bound people around him to help him besiege Fangzheng.
The next moment, the paper-stick people around gave up painting the ghosts, and they all killed Xiang Fangzheng.
They are heart-saving masters.
Chang! Cang!
The cicada membrane on the body surface is under the ghost's claws, bursting out a lot of sparks, tearing up a sharp and piercing sound like a gold and iron cutting, the cicada membrane is breached layer by layer... But at the moment, regardless of these ordinary paper sticks Man, only the grave guard in front of him was locked in his cold eyes.
"I was able to kill your son, your grandson, your great-grandson, and your great-great-grandson two months ago!"
"I will be able to kill you in two months as well!"
Puff!
Fang Zheng cut off the other arm of the guard of the tomb as he raised the knife in his hand.
Just when Fang Zheng was about to cut his next knife, a few paper-stitched people took the initiative to hit Fang Zheng's knife edge, delaying Fang Zheng, and at the moment of his death, the tombkeeper successfully escaped.
"Fuck me all!"
Fang Zheng was full of murderous aura, and the knife was squeezed. No paper piercing person could stand the edge of the ghost knife, but when he wiped it to the edge, he was shocked by the killing karma and the hot infuriating energy on the ghost knife. .
Boom! Boom!
With his legs on the ground like a wild elephant, Fang Zheng carried a knife to chase the tombkeeper who fled in embarrassment.
Boom!
Boom!
Next, the rocks and rocks along the way were cracked, the trees broke, and they burst into pieces of paper all over the sky. All kinds of obstacles were shattered where Fang Zheng's ghost knife passed.
The light of the sword was stirring, and the true energy was vertical and horizontal. Along the way, the towers rising from the ground were all blasted and incinerated under the ghost knife.
Fangzheng carried a long knife in his hand, chasing the tomb-keeper with murderous aura all the way, all obstacles in front of him were shattered under the sharp ghost knife in his hand.
Only a mess and swirling burning confetti were left behind in the villa, and...the courtyard walls, rockeries, and pavilions were all chopped apart by the ghost knife, torn to pieces, leaving only baldness. Of the villa.
The grave guard has no expression on his face, he still has only the lifeless pale complexion of a paper man, and the weird smiley face that looks like a dead man without a smile.
The tomb-keeper fled to the depths of the villa, where there was a very disordered wave of terrifying energy, and there was a liner and Gao Shuhua fighting in the distance.
"Save me..."
The grave guard asks for help from the lineman.
However, the linker himself is hard to protect at this moment.
I saw that the linemaster was wearing a mask on his face, but his body was stained with blood and dust, and he looked a little embarrassed. I don't know what he experienced before.
On the other side of Gao Shu's painting, there is a steady stream of painted ghosts. She herself cooperates with the ghost sea tactics to tightly restrict the mobile space of the Link Master.
The face of the dark night seems to have no effect on Gao Shu's paintings.
As long as you think about it for a while, you can figure it out. If Gao Shuhua is not prepared, how can he have the confidence to take the initiative to hunt down the liner.
When the tomb-keeper saw that the linker was dragged, he was afraid that he was a mud bodhisattva and he could not protect himself by crossing the river. He quickly changed direction and continued to flee for his life.
"You can't kill me here! I'm the palace lord, everything here is paper-rolled and controlled by me, I..."
But soon, the palace lord's angry voice was like a dumb fire, and suddenly stopped abruptly.
It turns out that everything in the villa can attack Fangzheng's buildings, and they have all been smashed by the long knife in Fangzheng's hand. Nuoda Villa, only the bare foundation remains.
After running a lap, he ran back to where the high platform was.
The only high platform left is the only building.
The tombkeeper has nowhere to go.
"Who are you anyway?"
"What is my grudge against you?"
"You are obviously wearing a Taoist robe, but your fighting style is somewhat like the sturdy way of the Shakyamuni disciple..."
Fangzheng only has the word indifference: "Noisy!"
The guard of the tomb like a trapped beast uttered an unwilling roar, but he was already unable to return to the sky, a cold light flashed, and the head fell.
Boom!
The paper-struck man fell straight on his back as if he was deflated, the fiery qi in the wound ignited a flame, and the paper-struck man was incinerated into black ashes.
Normal spirit +1.
At the same time, the remaining paper-struck people seemed to be connected to the life of the tomb-keeper. As the tomb-keeper was cut off by Fang Zheng's head, they all fell to the ground stiffly.
Normal spirit +1, +1, +1...
In an instant, a dozen wisps of spirit energy were credited to the account.
It didn't take long for the special spirit to +1!
Flying from the direction of Gao Shu painting and the connection division.
When Fang Zheng looked up, he saw Gao Shuhua's hand holding a **** human head, leaping and galloping.
It seems that the night side of the liner has been ruined.
"You killed the man guarding the tomb?" After Feiyue approached, Gao Shuhua frowned while looking at the ashes on the ground.
"He resisted fiercely. I confiscated it, so I accidentally killed it." Fang Zheng closed the knife and put it in the box, and said lightly.
At this time, Fang Zheng was very cold, and he still had the indifferent aura of combat remaining on him.
"You can obviously catch the tombkeeper alive, earning 1.2 million yuan." Gao Shu's words seemed to be blamed and displeased.
She originally planned to capture the tomb-keeper alive and study paper-stitching people.
"Killing is killing, where are so many questions." Fang Zheng replied impatiently, and then silently went to the thirty-five brides on the high platform.
This time, Gao Shuhua didn't speak again.