puff!
It was as if a knife had been stabbed in the heart.
Because you are the weakest...
This sentence really hurts...
Sure enough, in front of the strong, the weak have no reason to speak of.
The heartbroken middle-aged scribe fell silent.
Because he couldn't find anything to refute.
"Besides, I can't tear down Yin Luosha's coffin, so I can only tear down yours. This is called shaking the mountain!"
"Since you won't let me carry the coffin away, then I'll smash the door! Beat up my family!"
puff!
The middle-aged scribe was pierced again.
He felt that he had suffered a disaster completely out of nowhere.
Even lying down was shot by arrows.
The middle-aged scribe, who became more and more aggrieved as he thought about it, roared with suppressed anger: "What are you waiting for? Are you afraid that Yinsi will come back for revenge again? This kid is calling at your door today! What gains and losses are you still worrying about?" !"
"King Zhenshan, you are the king of the seventy-two ghost gates! Save me!"
The middle-aged scribe who had finished roaring in anger suddenly turned into a pale grimace with red cheeks, a paper-stitched figure like an ancient scribe!
This is the strongest form of the grave keeper!
It's just that before the scribe's paper piercing man takes advantage of being thrown into the air by Fang Zheng, he can hide in the darkness again... the vortex of true energy!
A force of absorption.
With a sudden pull.
The scribes had just broken free from the suction force of the vortex of true qi, and after such a short delay, Fang Zheng, who was holding a gleaming ghost knife in his hand, had already been killed.
"madness!"
"Think I'll give you another chance this time?"
The scribe who had turned into a human stick looked like a paper stick, looking at Fang Zheng who was close at hand, a flash of fear flashed in his eyes, as if, he is not a ghost, Fang Zheng is the most terrifying evil ghost!
The scribe who had lost his arms looked like a paper piercer, kicked on the spot, his feet turned into sharp pieces of paper, kicked Fangzheng's chest, and tried to use the force of the shock to escape.
"I don't care whether you are a tomb guard or not, you all get down on the ground!"
Fangzheng's left hand was clasped into a tiger's claw, and he made a void grip in the direction of the paper piercing man, and then pressed hard against the ground.
The vortex of true energy pierced the person's body with paper from the air, and smashed it hard to the ground.
boom!
The scribe looks like a paper piercing, and the whole body is in a mess.
follow closely!
puff! puff!
The two legs of the paper piercing man were also removed by the ghost knife.
It's just that he was just a paper-stitched person and didn't feel any pain. Seeing that his hands and feet were gone, he stared at Fangzheng resentfully.
There was also a tinge of horror hidden in the resentment.
"You can't kill me! We tomb guards from generation to generation can't leave the seventy-two ghost gates except for being punished! It's also because we grave guards have to keep the biggest secret in the seventy-two ghost gates!"
"If you kill me, no one will guard the tomb of the mountain god after death. At that time, even the underworld will not be able to protect you!"
The paper-wrapped man threatened Fang Zheng with half-truths and half-fakes.
"Don't worry, one of you is dead, there are three gravekeepers left here, you are just the weakest one that is dispensable here." Fangzheng was not threatened by the paper piercing man on the ground.
The scribe looks so aggrieved that he almost vomits blood and dies.
After all, he is also a dignified late night traveler.
It is also about saving face.
Do you need to humiliate me one by one that you are too weak!
It's not that I'm too weak! It's because you are too perverted! I haven't seen you for three months, but I have grown to the late stage of Night Tourist, and I can't even ride a rocket as fast as you!
He just feels aggrieved now! shame! Shame and anger!
My chest is about to explode!
If he had lungs in his chest...
As soon as the knife light moved, just when Fang was about to make a move, suddenly!
A gloomy and cold aura as terrifying as a lake came from behind menacingly.
This breath came from the direction of one of the two darkest coffins in the corpse cave.
But it wasn't from Yin Luosha's coffin.
A ghost hand made of paper.
It turned out to be more than ten meters long.
Across the gloom.
Instantly pierce the darkness.
Grab Fangzheng.
The ghostly hand tied with paper was glowing blue.
With ancient meaning.
It seems that it has been tempered for a long time without breaking up.
The breath is ancient and clumsy.
Such a powerful breath! Fangzheng has only experienced it on one person!
That is the strange corpse Dharma King from the trip to Siam!
Feeling threatened, Fangzheng's expression finally changed slightly!
He no longer cared about the paper piercing people under his feet, and faced the ghost claw that was caught more than ten meters long, without even thinking about it, he directly broke out to the maximum combat power!
Blood sacrifice!
Big Dragon Elephant!
Dragon and Tiger double-shaped gold bell cover! hardening!
Then, there were no exaggerated sword moves, only the most simple and unpretentious, using all the strength of the whole body to chop Huashan with a single blow!
Whoooo!
The ghosts howled on the Ghost Head Saber, and a hurricane of evil wind was blown up. One hundred and nine headless ghosts emerged from the blade, and then temporarily hid in Fangzheng's right arm holding the sword.
The muscles in the right arm swelled in a circle, and the blue veins and blood vessels that looked like horned dragons burst out!
The right arm exploded with stronger power!
The sword move, which was already powerful and heavy, suddenly! faster! More powerful! The blade is sharper!
boom!
Because the blade tore through the air so quickly, even the air was blasted into a sonic boom!
The wind howls around!
The sharp blade cuts through the surrounding air like countless threads!
finally!
The strongest head-on collision broke out between the two!
Boom!
There was a big explosion in the corpse hole like a thunderbolt.
This is the strongest collision under Riyou.
The huge mountain of corpses, which has remained unchanged for thousands of years, could not withstand the collision of these two forces, and directly triggered a large-scale avalanche.
The most unlucky thing is that the scribe on the ground got stuck in paper.
It was directly pushed out hundreds of meters away by the aftermath of the battle, and finally slammed into the mountain wall, creating a big hole, deeply embedded in the hard mountain wall.
But at this moment, he didn't take into account the injuries on his body at all. Instead, he was stunned, and a turbulent sea rose up deep in his heart. He stared in shock at the huge battle momentum before him.
Because as the dust dissipated, he saw that Fangzheng was standing on the spot unscathed, and an ancient temple golden bell covered Fangzheng's whole body, shielding him from all the dust and the aftermath of the impact.
This young man!
He actually caught Zhenshan King's move!
King Zhenshan has always been the strongest king of the seventy-two ghost gates!
It is a thousand years old!
In ancient times!
It is also a bit of a day trip maker!
It is one of the few antique-level existences that survived from the era of the mountain god!
It's a pity that after entering the exhaustion of spiritual energy, the foundation regressed severely, degenerating all the way to the late stage of night tour...
Originally, this person had been in a deep sleep, resisting the constant regress of the foundation, but Fangzheng made too much trouble today, which disturbed King Zhenshan.
But even so, this person's strength and background are still far superior to those of ordinary late-stage night tour envoys!
Zhenshanwang's background is too strong! Ordinary night tour envoys are in front of them in the later stage, and they don't even have the strength to resist! But it was such an existence, but a junior caught a move unscathed!
If you say it, you will scare a lot of ghosts to death!
The most important thing is that this young man is only in his twenties! Three months ago, it was only the early days of the night traveler!
He finally understood!
Why did the King of Labor incident allow so many masters from the Yin Division to protect this young man together!
potential!
He saw the birth of the next Japanese envoy in Fangzheng!
"You have beaten enough, and you have vented enough, young man, enough is enough."
"Let's just let this matter out today. Whichever coffin you fancy, no matter who it is, I, King Zhenshan, can give it to you. Even if you don't dislike it, if you like my old bone coffin, you can give it to me." I can send you."
An old voice resounded indistinctly in the gloomy corpse cave.
The scribe inlaid on the rock wall looked like a paper piercer, as if he had heard the most unbelievable words, as if a thunder had exploded in his eardrums, and he was stunned.
The strongest king of the seventy-two ghost gates, King Zhenshan, actually compromised in front of a young man in his twenties
Click! Click!
The golden bell cover on Fangzheng's body shattered into cracks, and finally exploded with a bang.
The golden bell of the strongest form was broken.
Fang's expression froze.
(end of this chapter)