Looking at the destructive power of the Japanese tour envoys is like destroying a city.
Just one trick.
Just turn over and over again.
The shooting time is beyond human comparison.
Fangzheng's face suddenly became solemn.
He finally understood why the international community had reached a tacit agreement not to allow the Japanese envoys to take action. They just regarded the Japanese envoys as their own strategic nuclear weapons, and the power of deterrence was far greater than the actual destructive power.
As for the humanoid air-to-surface missile, it can easily wipe out a village with bare hands. A village can range from hundreds to thousands of people. It also has high mobility, and its interceptability is almost zero. Its destructive power No less than dozens of nuclear bombs were dropped on the country.
That's why countries restrain each other and reach a tacit understanding.
No one can throw Japanese envoys into war and aggression.
This is a global convention.
Whoever breaks the global convention is tantamount to declaring war on the whole world.
This was Fangzheng's first direct view of the overturning power of a Japanese tour envoy. While his expression was serious, he couldn't help yearning for it.
That is the passion and desire for the strong that are deeply implanted in every man's heart.
"I feel like my whole body is boiling with blood, and I can easily explode two nuclear bombs!"
Fortunately, Fangzheng didn't forget the business at hand.
Boom!
Before the ghost knife came out, the heavy knife box made of solid wood, like a steel cannonball with red tail flames, smashed the coffin at the foot heavily.
"Since the imperial concubine has been restrained by the Japanese envoy, let me see what's in this coffin!"
Under the knife box of Chiyang and evil spirits, the coffin made of Yin Qi couldn't bear it at all, it exploded in pieces, and the pieces of wood flew ten or twenty meters away.
However!
The coffin is empty.
There are no so-called corpses, no so-called fierce ghosts, and there is no such thing as Liu's daughter-in-law that Fangzheng thought of.
At this moment, Fangzheng's eyes revealed a hint of bewilderment.
No wonder Master Xuanling didn't pay attention to the threat of this coffin from the very beginning. It seems that Master Xuanling has seen some clues from the beginning
Even if the Daoist Xuanling is just a substitute yellow talisman of the Taoist school, it should... be regarded as the spiritual thought of the Daoist Xuanling, right
This word has a hesitant ending...
Watching Fangzheng suddenly tear down the coffin, the young man and middle-aged woman at the side all looked at Fangzheng who made the sudden move.
But I don't know.
They just turned their heads to look at it, but in the next second, they all looked behind Fangzheng in a daze.
Fangzheng noticed that the eyes of the two were different. At this time, Fangzheng had already noticed the wind blowing on his back, and the back of his neck felt a little cold.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a phoenix-robed woman in a phoenix robe, like a graceful woman who just got married, standing quietly and prettyly behind him, almost sticking to each other.
It's the Ghost Bride!
Click! Click! Click! Click!
As the coffin exploded and flew away, the few incense sticks that fell to the ground were cut off in half.
Special soul energy +1.
Special soul energy +1.
Special soul energy +1.
Special soul energy +1.
Seeing that four strands of special soul energy were absorbed by the human skin scriptures, Fang Zheng was first happy and then surprised.
The four strands of special spirit energy corresponded to the four people who were carrying the coffin. There was something wrong with this incense stick.
Fangzheng's first thought was, this incense stick is so evil, could it also come from the ghost incense in "Disha Seventy-two Incense Book"
But before Fangzheng could think about it deeply, the dead and decapitated villagers around him collectively cheated on their corpses.
One by one, they turned into headless ferocious ghosts covered in thick Yin Qi.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
Roaring like wild beasts, the corpses of these headless villagers were surrounded by a thick black air like a black whirlwind, covering the sky and covering the sun, each and every one of them seemed to be a group of wild beasts that had finally escaped their shackles, revealing their true colors. They all rushed towards Fangzheng and the other three.
The young man and the middle-aged woman didn't wait to frighten the ephemeral ghost bride behind Fangzheng, and faced the fierce ghosts rushing out of the cage around them, the two hurriedly responded.
I saw that young man's nails were as sharp as daggers, puff!
The nails quickly cut open the flesh and blood on the belly.
Reach out.
A blue and white porcelain bowl with a white background was pulled out of his stomach.
Um
Fangzheng let out a cry of surprise, and couldn't help but look at the young man a few more times.
What kind of person would sew a blue and white porcelain bowl into his body? It doesn't even affect body movements and vital signs at all
The weird thing is.
That blue-and-white porcelain bowl didn't seem to be an ordinary blue-and-white porcelain bowl. When the young man pulled it out from his belly, it wasn't stained with blood at all.
The situation was critical, and the young man could no longer take care of the long wound cut by his nails on his stomach.
In fact, there was no blood in the wound at all, and the intestines flowed out, as if the stomach was hollow, so even if the wound was not treated, the young man would not die for the time being.
After the young man took out the blue and white porcelain bowl, he looked anxiously at the hundreds of densely packed fierce ghosts, including the Zheng family and the Liu family of the villagers of Duantou Village, and even Zheng Tongfang, whom Fangzheng knew well, was among them. .
The young man raised his palm and swiped vigorously at the edge of the blue and white porcelain bowl.
The blue and white porcelain bowl with rounded edges, but not sharp, now looks like a sharp knife edge, and it cut a big gap in one stroke, and blood flowed profusely.
Big streams of blood flowed into the blue and white porcelain bowl.
Immediately disappeared again, not a drop left.
It was as if... that blue and white porcelain bowl was gulping down human blood.
puff! puff! puff!
Every time he drank a mouthful of human blood, the ancient blue patterns on the surface of the blue and white porcelain bowl burst into a cloud of blue light, and then turned into thin blue threads that filled the sky like sword threads, directly cutting the corpse of a headless villager into thousands of pieces of meat.
In just a short moment, three or four headless ghosts were cut into pieces of meat by the black silk thread.
Another wink.
Another three or four headless ghosts were cut into pieces.
But the death of these headless villagers did not raise a ray of soul energy. Fang Zheng quickly noticed this detail.
Although the blue and white porcelain bowl is evil and powerful, it seems to consume a lot of energy to the host.
It seems that the price is equal to the payment!
The blood on the young man's palm kept flowing rapidly, and soon he lost too much blood, and his face turned pale.
After killing another twenty or thirty headless ghosts in a row, his face was no longer pale, but ashen. He climbed up with dead air, and his top-heavy body was a sign of excessive blood loss.
"I'm about to lose so much blood that I can't hold it anymore. My bowl needs a sacrifice of equal value before it can be sacrificed. To kill ghosts at the ghost level, you must sacrifice the flesh and blood of the Night Walker as a sacrifice." .”
"There are too many of these fierce ghosts. My own blood can't bear it, so hurry up and sacrifice your own blood!"
The youth's voice became faster and faster.
The middle-aged woman who had been watching the young man clean up the fierce ghosts very quickly, and was not in a hurry to take action, now heard that the young man was about to lose his strength, she finally stopped watching.
However, she did not leave her fate in the hands of outsiders.
Nor entrusted his fate to the bowl of a dead thing.
She glanced at the struggling young man and Fang Zheng, who had been calm and unmoved. The middle-aged woman also began to resort to desperate means.
(end of this chapter)