Chapter 111: Life hangs by a thread
This gossip mirror is worthy of being a magic weapon flowing out of Maoshan Mountain.
Just like that, it's so powerful.
As far as Nanchen is concerned, using this gossip mirror, he can knock a red-clothed ghost away.
and was injured, which shows the power of the magic weapon......
But now the question is.
As far as the algorithm treasure is strong, Nanchen's cultivation is too weak to exert his strength at all.
Now that the female ghost has gotten up again, it will be very difficult to sneak attack or defeat the female ghost again.
Nanchen held the gossip bronze mirror and looked at the female ghost with a fierce face.
I was in a state of panic.
If this is a dead knock, even if you have this magic weapon in hand, I am afraid it will not be used.
At this time, he didn't have time to think about it, so he had to rush forward to wake up Qiusheng Wencai.
Then, on the escape from here.
said that the aura of the protagonist was good, but neither of the two broke out.
Now, there is still a traverser like him to save him.
However, the female ghost in red didn't give Nanchen such a chance at all.
As soon as Nanchen moved here, the female ghost in red was shocked.
One after another, an even stronger aura erupted, and a cold aura enveloped the surroundings.
It's like this mountain forest has entered a cold winter.
Nanchen's hairs stood on end and shivered.
The female ghost has already pounced.
"You, You Must Die ......"
The female ghost in red is too fast.
But in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Nanchen.
Seeing this, Nanchen raised his hand and used the gossip mirror to illuminate it.
But the female ghost in red already knows the power of this gossip mirror.
Her figure flashed, and she easily avoided it.
At the same time, at the same time, Nanchen grabbed the hand of the gossip mirror and broke it hard.
Nanchen's wrist hurt, and cold sweat broke out.
The hand holding the gossip mirror instantly let go of the gossip mirror.
"Bang".
The gossip mirror falls to the ground.
The gossip mirror is gone, and Nanchen has no means to continue to fight against the female ghost.
At this moment, he lost his last support.
Nanchen even saw the picture of himself being bitten to death by a female ghost for a while.
The female ghost is still hideous, and she is still angry about being injured by Nanchen just now.
After knocking out the gossip mirror in Nanchen's hand, the female ghost in red waved her hand.
A Bai Ling appeared and hit him directly in the neck.
Then flick the branch overhead.
With a "hiss", Nanchen's whole person was lifted up.
In front of the red-clothed ghost, Nanchen looked completely desperate.
Bai Ling strangled his neck.
It became tighter and tighter, as if it was about to be strangled, and it was extremely painful.
Compared to just now, when the female ghost choked her neck, it was even more uncomfortable.
And the more he struggled, the more uncomfortable and painful it became......
But when the female ghost in red saw this, she was excited.
"Giggles, I want you to taste what it's like to be slowly hanged......"
The female ghost in red was perverted in her heart, looking at Nanchen hanging from the tree.
He giggled.
Nanchen still didn't give in, he didn't want to die, he didn't want to be hanged like this.
is still trying, breaking free from Bai Ling.
Alas, it's too difficult.
Because the neck is strangled too tightly.
In the mouth, it is impossible to make a sound.
can only be messy, struggling to kick his legs, and his face is red and purple.
Gradually, Nanchen's movements began to slow down.
Even if he is unwilling, he can only accept his fate at this time.
But the female ghost below laughed faster and more joyfully:
"Hahaha, hahaha......"
It was as if she saw a man hanging in front of her, and she felt a strong sense of satisfaction.
Nanchen's eyes began to glaze, and he even heard his own heartbeat.
He knew he was going to die.
I'm going to die here.
Now, he can only gradually accept reality.
This world is really too dangerous.
Unexpectedly, less than twenty-four hours after Uncle Nine left, he was going to die here......
At that moment, Nanchen had completely given up.
But fate is that fucked up.
At the moment when Nanchen thought he was about to die.
A woman's cold snort suddenly came from a distance.
Immediately, a leaf swept by.
"Click" Bai Ling was torn.
Nanchen's whole person fell from mid-air in an instant and fell heavily to the ground.
Although it hurt a lot, he didn't have the strength to scream.
However, he was able to breathe again.
"Who dares to harm my good deeds......
The woman in red opened her mouth hideously, her face angry to the extreme.
Looking in the direction where the leaves were flying, the gloomy aura in his body skyrocketed.
But in the distance, a woman in Tsing Yi struck.
It's none other than Dong Xiaoyu, the female ghost in "Mr. Zombie".
Dong Xiaoyu came quickly, and came to Nanchen's side in a blink of an eye.
She glanced at Nanchen, whose eyes were blurred but was recovering from life, and couldn't help but sigh.
Then he said coldly to the female ghost in red:
"This man is mine!"
"Yours, he hurt me, and I'm going to kill him today.
You female ghost dare to show me, even you devour ......"
The red-clothed ghost's torn mouth was full of anger.
But Dong Xiaoyu didn't think so and stood in front of Nanchen.
"If you want to kill him, you must pass me first!"
After speaking, the breath of the whole body was released.
But the strength of the yin qi is not as good as the female ghost in red in front of her.
Nanchen took a few breaths, and had already regained a little strength and sanity.
saw Dong Xiaoyu's back and heard her words.
It's called a touch in my heart.
Before, he was extremely repulsive to this female ghost.
thinks that people and ghosts have different paths, and Dong Xiaoyu pesters him, which is to harm him.
However, Dong Xiaoyu saved him from danger one after another.
Last time I was an old lady zombie, this time this red-clothed ghost.
The female ghost in red has been hideous to the extreme:
"Toast and don't eat and drink!"
After speaking, he pounced on Nanchen and Dong Xiaoyu.
Everywhere he passed, the wind was agitated, and the black air was rolling.
In order to save Nanchen, Dong Xiaoyu didn't care about it at the moment.
and greeted him.
The two ghosts fought in an instant.
"Small, little jade ......"
Nanchen struggled to get up, he was almost hanged just now, and his head was a little deprived of oxygen at this time.
As soon as I stood up, I felt dizzy and starry in front of me.
However, he still gritted his teeth and tried to stabilize his body.
Dong Xiaoyu, who was fighting with the red-clothed ghost, heard the voice, so he turned his back to Nanchen and said:
"Nanchen, you run away, I'll drag her!"
Nanchen wanted to say "good".
After all, saving your life is the most important thing.
can think of the Qiusheng literary talent next to him.
He gave up again, and he couldn't live in his previous life.
No family, no brothers or friends, no wives and children.
But after coming to this world, Qiusheng Wencai treated him like family and regarded him as a brother.
Although this is a dimensional world, there is also flesh and blood here.
If he abandons the two of them and Dong Xiaoyu and runs away now, is he still a human being?
Isn't it the same life as in the previous life?
Become a walking dead with no feelings?
Thinking of this, Nanchen immediately denied:
"No, I'll help you!"
After speaking, he picked up the gossip mirror and the peachwood sword on the ground.
Facing the female ghost in red who was fighting with Dong Xiaoyu, he rushed forward.
If this gossip mirror is used well, plus the female ghost Dong Xiaoyu, it may be able to repel the ghost in red.
In the blink of an eye, the three of them were fighting.
Nanchen's strength is not good, but he can win with the treasure of Maoshan in his hand.
The red-clothed ghost was restrained by Dong Xiaoyu again.
was injured by the gossip mirror before, and his strength weakened a little.
At this time, the two joined forces, relying on the Maoshan magic weapon Bagua Mirror, and they were able to fight with the red-clothed ghosts......