Hey, hey, hey~

The ghost let out a piercing laugh that made people feel extremely uncomfortable, and in this dark night, this laughter was like a depth charge, making Han Fei's goosebumps almost rise.

He stared at the one unjust soul in front of him, no, so far it should be said that it was two unjust souls, after this unjust soul was split in two by Han Fei, he actually didn't die.

Instead, he used his extra body to grow up again, which was also an ability, which made Han Fei's pupils contract, and the other party's strength was really strong and terrifying.

"Boy, I said it a long time ago, you can't kill me, unless you come to some more powerful people, including the two of you, this kind of strength is far from enough, die this heart, I want to catch you two into my camp, I don't know, do you two agree with this idea of mine? Don't worry, I just want to absorb the energy from you, I may not kill you, don't worry!"

His voice was cold, so cold that it made people feel their scalp explode, as if someone had suddenly poured a basin of cold water on him in the ice and snow.

It was as if in that extremely gloomy environment, and suddenly someone patted him on the shoulder, and goosebumps were about to jump.

"The ability of this ghost thing should be split, he can rely on this characteristic of his body to follow us all the time, Han Fei, let's not break it up next, otherwise there will only be more and more ghosts, it's a little strange why this ghost is still the same strength as the previous ghost after it is split into two, as if there is no reduction in the slightest, which makes me feel a little puzzled!" Lang Jun on the paper observed for a while and said softly.

She had already figured out what this unjust soul's ability was, but even if she did, it would be quite a headache, and now she and Han Fei had become teammates and comrades-in-arms who fought side by side.

Han Fei bowed slightly, he could also see that the ability of this ghost was a little strange and even extremely difficult, but for a while, he couldn't find a way to crack it.

Generally speaking, even if it is a powerful evil spirit, Han Fei and they can be a hundred as long as they are directly dispersed, but now this unjust soul is useless even if it is dispersed, and breaking it up will only make this matter more tricky, and the people will be more powerful.

Han Fei's eyes were piercing, like a sword unsheathed, and he was looking at a wronged soul in front of him, and he felt inexplicably irritated as he listened to the harsh laughter around him.

Even the ghost's laughter carries a kind of bewitching ability, which can make people calm down.

People are scared

In an environment of fear and panic, it's easy to make bad decisions, and even this one is no exception.

Han Fei and Lang Jun on the paper did not rush forward again, this ghost was a little anxious, and before Han Fei and Lang Jun on the paper could react, the ghost rushed towards Han Fei together, and the other rushed towards Lang Jun on the paper.

On the paper, Lang Jun's body jumped high, and he changed his form again, turning into a huge eagle, while Han Fei was much more pure.

Seeing that the monster was clawed towards his chest, he was not afraid, and did not dodge, but rose to the challenge, the strength of his hand did not diminish at all, and then smashed down heavily forward.

Just like the dawn of the silver moon and the meeting of the stars, the collision of these two tricks emitted a burst of intense red light, illuminating the surrounding environment, even if the surrounding area is as dark as ink, but here you can still see a burst of red light dazzling.

The strength of the ghost is strong, this speed and strength and defense are all unique, Han Fei did not get a bargain in the battle with the ghost, Han Fei was a little aggrieved that he did not dare to use all his strength.

Just because he knew that the essence of things was that they could be divided and reorganized, and it would not do any good to divide it into two, but would allow him to share it with more unjust souls.

It is a bit disadvantageous for himself and Lang Jun on paper to continue like this, in fact, with Han Fei's current ability, even if he can't beat him, if he wants to escape, it should still be more than enough.

It's just that Han Fei also has some other psychological thoughts, tonight those powerful evil spirits have all left, and there are only a few little ghosts left in the entire city, where those powerful evil spirits have gone, Han Fei is puzzled.

He always felt that this matter would not be so simple, and maybe he could figure out the ins and outs of all this matter with this unjust soul.

This unjust soul should be considered high among all the ghosts, and the strength of the other party is not low, after fighting for a long time, Han Fei finally couldn't bear it anymore, and slashed down with a deep sword, forcibly splitting this ghost into two again, and cutting it into two parts.

It's just something that makes Han Fei quite a headache, after this sword is cut down, as expected, it is not much different from the situation just now, it is still divided and reorganized, and it has become two unjust souls.

The unjust soul continued to laugh out loud: "Boy, I said that even if your attack is strong, it can't kill me, let's die this heart, although your strength is strong, but if you want to kill me, you can fight, fight as much as you want, as long as you beat me more and more divided, it will be a rare thing for me."

I'm going to keep splitting and regrouping, and I want to see how many of you can deal with me!"

The unjust soul laughed, he was a little rampant in his laughter, it was obvious that he was a little proud of Han Fei's helplessness about himself.

Han Fei gritted his teeth, could it be that he really had no way to hold the ghost thing, and he would really be suffocated to death by this thing?

He was a little unbelieving, and the five thunder rulers in his hands danced impermeable, like a meteor crossing the sky, like stars colliding, and Yang Chen made a violent sound.

This wave of sound blew the surrounding trees to a rattle, and the battle on Lang Jun's side on the paper had been circling and coiling, and it did not directly tear this unjust soul apart.

With the strength of Lang Jun on paper, it is not very difficult to kill this unjust soul, or tear him to pieces, but Lang Jun on paper is also thinking.

She was afraid that if she tore this thing apart, more unjust souls would be born, and at that point, the situation would be a little trickier.

Han Fei aroused a little anger, this time he directly cut this unjust soul into eighteen paths, and the eighteen fragments fell to the ground, which looked so shocking!

It looked like a lump of black flour, without the slightest brilliance, but Han Fei probably knew that this thing should not be dead yet, but still alive.

Sure enough, these few black gases once again condensed into the appearance of a person, and finally turned into the tall black shadow, the appearance of an unjust soul that still formed.

He split his mouth and revealed a grim smile, looking directly at Han Fei with a slight provocation in his eyes, as well as a murderous aura!

"I said, you can't kill me, how many times do you want me to say, even if you cut me into hundreds or even thousands of knives, so what? I am immortal, my substance can be restarted every time, this is my ability, it's strange, my ability is so powerful, infinite tearing and reorganization, this is like the power of the gods to you!"

The leisurely self-satisfaction in his words is extremely unpleasant, and the same is true of this kind of arrogance.

This sense of arrogance is as if he is the most powerful, and the rest of the people are just some of his appendages.

"It's a little interesting, a little ghost, he still dares to call himself like a god, if a weak cultivator like you can also call himself a god, then I'm afraid there is really no god in this world. Hearing this, Han Fei shook his head helplessly, revealing a disdainful smile.