The human heart is always the most unpredictable existence, and the things you think about in the last second, the decisions you make may be overturned by yourself in the next second. *With* Dream *Small* Say .lā

Before the black fog appeared, we didn't know what kind of cat was in this car accident, counting the soul that was full of resentment and would turn into a demon in a short time, we would only think that someone had murdered him, causing him to be full of resentment, and we would never have thought that it was this Rausch game that caused us trouble.

Originally, I didn't know what that strange aura represented, after all, I wasn't at the scene when Nie Shu died, but Bian Cannon remembered that breath deeply, and the black mist killed people and took souls under his nose, which was a mockery of him.

So the side cannon remembered this breath deeply, and when I was stunned, he turned and ran towards the place where the wreckage of the van was.

The speed of the side cannon was very fast, and I saw that his expression was wrong, and I guessed a rough idea, so I led people to chase after the side gun.

When we arrived at the place, the spirit of the driver, the screams made when the soul was gone, had not completely dissipated, and the raw chickens on the street seemed to have encountered natural enemies, desperately fleeing in the opposite direction of the car accident.

A black mist floated at the scene of the car accident, and a soul with a red mark appeared above one head, stepping into the black fog.

This soul action marionette, and the black mist is like an entrance to the abyss, and it is locked in the fog at once.

"Damn, in front of your grandfather, don't want to finish loading - just run!"

It is said that the enemy's eyes are red when they meet, and the side cannon is now looking at this black fog, and his eyes are also red, and after throwing a note into the sky, he has a word, and the note suddenly becomes a simple stick.

"It's a great thing to show grandpa his original form!"

The side cannon shouted, copied the big stick, and put the head on top of the stick, although the big stick in his hand was made of rune paper, but it was not false at all, the stick wind was like a thunderbolt, and it smashed directly on the black fog.

At first, this black fog was like an NPC in the game, rigidly executing his own orders, but now this stick was able to threaten his existence or not, so he suddenly began to fight back.

In the black mist, a scythe suddenly poked out, the scythe was as black as ink, but the blade was flashing with blood.

A sound that ordinary people couldn't hear came, and the huge force vibrated the side cannon from where it came from and where it returned, and he was so hung that he didn't fall a fart.

Speaking of the side artillery, the last time the black fog didn't fight back, he treated others as a live target who could only escape, and he suffered a little loss all of a sudden.

The side artillery has never been a task to suffer losses, and his temper is quite violent, and after being repulsed, without saying a word, he raised the big stick and rushed up again.

I don't know what the black fog is, and after repelling the side artillery, it gradually dimmed, as if it was going to disappear completely.

How can there be such a good thing in the world, it is absolutely impossible to run in front of us.

Therefore, I directly locked on the fluctuations on this black fog and discovered his way of being, which is undoubtedly also a spirit body, but it is not the same as the existence of spirits and ghosts.

He didn't have a body, it was similar to a soul, and that kind of black mist was also a part of his body.

"Where to go!"

I shot directly, I didn't pay attention to any one-on-one, and the Xuantian Thunder Pattern Sword flew out directly, and under the gloomy sky, it was like thunder.

The light of the thunder and lightning seemed to split into the void, and the black mist was able to pass through the void, thus achieving the effect of shuttling between the two places, but I was directly stopped.

No matter what kind of demon this black mist is, as soon as the sword goes down, he has experienced what it means to be in pain.

The black mist let out a terrible scream, not like a human, but like some kind of vicious and brutal beast.

In an instant, the black mist in the air completely disappeared, replaced by a guy in a black robe and hood, his face disappeared into the darkness, it seemed to be a darkness full of malice, and it seemed to be a shadow everywhere.

His eyes burned with red flames, like burning blood, and the only thing the black-robed man was exposed was his very strange hands, clutching a scythe in his claws that looked like beasts and burned with the flames of hell.

The scythe seemed to be able to harvest life, and on this scythe I seemed to feel the coldness at the end of my life.

But with this strength alone, it is impossible to harvest our lives, although the aura on his body is strong, but it is only a little stronger than the evil ghost, if it is not for his strange escape ability, I am afraid that the day Nie Shu dies, he will be cleaned up by the side artillery.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I found a breath on his body, which is similar to the breath of the underworld, which is a kind of breath that can suppress the soul, and this breath has a great suppressive effect on the soul.

'Foreign Misery?'

I frowned, I don't know if it's or not, but it's not unlikely.

But even if this is a bad thing, you can't just spread wild on the land of China, the business expands so widely, and the hand is stretched out so long, the only consequence is war.

"Who are you, why do you want to take other people's souls!"

I asked, and behind him stood a soul with hope in his eyes and a stick in action.

The scythe-wielding demon ignored me, and he reached out with a flaming claw, grabbed the spirit's body, and was about to leave.

I tried to talk to him, but now I found that it didn't work, and the soul harvester, as if he had no consciousness of his own, just ran away and took the soul with him.

I sure I couldn't let him go, so I nodded like a side cannon and a yellow overlord as I attacked the weird guy.

Now Huang Bawang also has his own weapon, which is a plate shovel made of dark iron and Shoushan copper, and the head of the spade is the size of a car, and it is usually removed and carried in a backpack.

I don't know which Arhat this Yellow Overlord is, and he will have such an otherworldly preference.

However, although the weapon does not look very good, this thing is extremely powerful, and the head of the spade and the detachable thick rod are engraved with inscriptions, and even the fist-thick iron plate can be smashed with a spade.

The three of us shot together, plus the investigator shot in the back, it was almost no trouble, and this foreign yin completely lost the power of resistance.

The enemy army is also very strong, but our army is stronger, and the purpose of defeating this thing is not the goal, the purpose is to capture him alive and torture the information of this broken game.