There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 834: Night tour makes the late collision
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The intensively culled white ghosts, like white crows, are exactly dozens of paper-stuck people in the sky.
"Good come!"
Fang Zheng yelled, and slammed his feet under the mountain of corpses. The golden light on the surface of the skin was flowing, and people had already swept across the sky like a big day.
A man of awe-inspiring popularity is steadily rising, and he is completely fearless of culling people in the sky.
Great Dragon Elephant!
Infuriating whirlpool!
Boom!
In an instant, the paper-struck people culled from the sky were suddenly attracted by the vortex of huge suction, and Fangzheng turned into the center of the vortex.
Great Dragon Elephant!
Blood cloud three swords! All internal organs burned!
For yin and evil ghosts, it is a naturally restrained scorching sun fire. The heavy sword power after sacrifice with blood and blood, bursts out in an instant, it is like the sun in the sky, and like a flame top, it crashes into the sky without fear Stabbing people, people are in mid-air, and the paper piercing people sucked in, burst into pieces of paper burning all over the sky.
Puff! puff!
Puff!
Normal spirit +1.
Normal spirit +1.
……
Dozens of white ghosts in the sky were blown up and strangled.
The human skin scriptures instantly absorbed 67 wisps of ordinary spirit energy.
"Lady! Don’t get an inch! What happened to King Lao a few months ago was indeed that King Lao broke the rules first, leaving the 72 ghost gates without authorization. King Lao is dead, and our tomb guards have already paid for it. At some price, the yin Si bloodhand slaughter has also killed my two tomb-keepers. You are now actively calling the door, and the reason is on our side, really if our tomb-keepers dare not resist and kill you..."
Clang!
In the burning confetti that was blown up all over the sky, there was something that suddenly blocked the square spinning top, and a burst of brilliant energy explosion blasted out in the sky, lighting up the corpse cave in an instant.
Bright as day.
Among the burning paper scraps in the sky, there was a pale, middle-aged scribe wearing plain white long clothes.
The ancient clothes are still preserved.
It's just that the pale face that seems to be lying in the coffin all the year round and not basking in the sun, does not look like a normal living person at all.
"You are just a junior in the early stage of the night tour envoy, I am the late night tour envoy, killing you like..."
The middle-aged scribes haven’t finished speaking yet, the Great Dragon Elephant!
Blood cloud three swords! Broken bones!
At first, the middle-aged scribe was very confident and stretched out his hand to block, but the next moment, when he noticed something was wrong, it was too late to change back to block.
Fang's face is indifferent, and his eyes are extremely calm during the battle.
Aura illusion!
Puff!
An arm was cut shoulder-to-shoulder by a sharp ghost knife.
The body in the air lost its balance at once, like a ground-penetrating missile, which fell to the ground violently, smashing a big hole in the corpse mountain.
"Why, how is it possible! You are only the early stage of the night tour operator, and I am the late stage of the night tour operator!"
A shocked voice came from the pit of the corpse mountain.
Fangzheng ignored him, holding a long knife in his hand, and striding out to kill him with his two feet. However, there was no middle-aged scribe in the pit.
At this moment, hundreds of corpses of men and women stood up in the corpse cave, and then formed a stream of corpses, besieged and killed.
Yi! sulfuric acid! sulfuric acid!
Fangzheng stood still, the sharp claws of these ordinary corpses couldn't even break the golden streamer cicada membrane attached to his skin.
Apart from hindering Fang Zheng's actions, no real damage can be caused.
"Too light! Too light, too light, too light, too light, or too light!"
With the battle, Fang Zheng's momentum became more and more fierce.
However!
In this corpse cave like a forest hell, more corpses stood up, and more corpses flowed towards Fangzheng in the center.
Dragon and tiger double-shaped golden bell jar! hardening!
Roar! Yin!
A dragon and a tiger roared, bursting into the eardrums with a fierce vigor, covering Fang Zheng with a patina of golden bell, smashing the corpses around him and pushing them out.
Seeing that he couldn't quickly break through for a while, taking this opportunity, Fangzheng in the golden bell shell collected the boiling blood all over his body. He put away his blood and blood as a sacrifice state, and the white steam on his body recondensed into a yang on his shoulders. fire. At the same time, swallow a blood-tonifying medicine in time to restore part of the qi and blood burned in the body.
Avoid the period of weakness after the blood sacrifice.
Looking at the loss of the middle-aged scribe, I fell into an endless stream of corpses for a while. The golden bell was swallowed by the tide of corpses. The square inside the golden bell was calm and calm.
A puff of true energy spread all over the surface of the golden bell...
It's true qi to detect the enemy!
Bang! Click!
The sound of the ancient temple's bell was deafening and loud. In the corpse stream, there was a very fast figure that almost broke the golden bell. The golden bell cracked through the cracks of the glass, but it was only limited to this.
I really want to break the golden bell, it's a bit short of strength.
It was the late middle-aged scribe who was hiding in the corpse stream waiting for an opportunity to attack!
Without a single blow, the middle-aged scribe walks backwards, trying to hide in the corpse stream again and wait for the opportunity to move.
But Founder didn't give him this opportunity at all.
Check the enemy with true spirit!
I finally caught you!
"Hiding like a rat, and the grave guard is in my eyes, but that's all!"
The breath in the body changed, and the golden bell of the dragon and tiger disappeared, Boom! Boom! Boom! Fang is like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, rushing all the way, savagely flying away the dead corpses that got in the way, the vicious seal!
The middle-aged scribe almost bit his tongue in fright as he watched the huhu fist prints hitting his face, and his scalp was a little numb.
"Damn! You definitely have the strength of the late night tour operator! How is it possible! Only three months!"
There was a chill in the heart of the middle-aged scribe.
Fang Zheng was chasing and killing him so fast that the middle-aged scribes didn't even have the opportunity to use other methods. They could only take a sigh of relief, and only one arm was left to block the Fang Zheng's fist.
"Come well! Let me see the dignified night tour ambassador in the late stage, can catch a few punches of me!"
"The grave guards of the late night tour envoy, should they cry for a long time with a punch and cry?!!!"
Boom! boom! boom!
The more the middle-aged scribes received the stamp of the Founder's fist, the more shocked his heart was, only two punches! He couldn't catch Fang Zheng's vast and boundless fist.
Every time he fights back, it's like a mind-reading technique, and can always be predicted in advance, so that every fight back will be interrupted in advance.
In particular, the vast and domineering fist in Fang Zheng's fist just suppressed the yin power in his body, making it difficult for him to fully exert his strength.
Crack! Click!
The cracks on the arm are getting more and more, cracking open a series of big gaps, which are the wounds that were hit by Fang Zhenghao's fist on the arm and torn apart.
Finally!
The cracked arms, in the domineering and airtight shadow of the fist, can no longer support.
Peng!
The only arm left was blown up by Fang Zheng's fist!
"Ten punches, it seems that you are only at the bottom of the ranking in the late stage of the night tour operator!"
Fang Zheng looked at the middle-aged scribe who was hit by a punch and exploded his arm, like a cannonball flying out, with a cold expression and a strong tone.
The middle-aged scribe who flew out, listened to Fang Zheng’s words, finally couldn’t help feeling stubborn, and shouted in humiliation: "Are you crazy! I slept well next to the silver gauze coffin, can't you carry it? Moving the silver coffin, what is the trouble with turning around and hitting me!"
"Because you are the weakest of the four intact coffins!" Fang Zheng took it for granted.
"Of course you have to pick soft persimmons!"