The phantom's visual deception can fine-tune its appearance on top of its own form, covering its original green skin, softening its hideous appearance, and in short, making it look more human-like. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

However, this kind of visual deception has its limitations compared to bedding skin, first of all, the body is fixed and difficult to change freely. The second is that it is easy to be debunked, especially when the other party also has the ability to control the light.

However, there are not many talents in a small country like Shangdao, not to mention the phantom demon, that is, the generation of the phantom demon uses visual deception to change its form and walk back and forth in the crowd, and it will not be debunked. What's more, the phantom demon is an old monster that has become a spirit.

"Stupid humans, stupid humans, how to stop me, how to stop me......"

Dark blue cars weave through the quiet streets of the evening sunset in the afterglow of the sunset......

The woman in the red leather coat sat in the passenger seat, her fingers raised, and the slender tips pointed slightly north. The woman's petite figure was sunk in the leather chair, and she withdrew her fingers, turned her head, and said something to the person in the back seat.

Then the car drove through the rich area, the wheels rubbed against the flat and slippery road, and in the opaque dark green window, a woman's voice came through the window, through the corner of the street: "Turn right at two more intersections, go straight for two kilometers to the first traffic light, turn south and ......"

Twenty-five minutes later, the Phantom Demon and Nie Zhen and the others stood in front of a steel gate and looked up at the sign that read 'Yan Museum' across the door. Time is deep, the black iron door of the museum has been closed, and the wind of the winter evening is contaminated with a little chill of the afterglow of the sunset, blowing open the hem of everyone's clothes, and the sound of hunting.

"This is it."

The ordinary-looking phantom demon took a few steps around the outer circle of the iron gate, and his gaze looked through the gap in the center of the iron gate, where a doorman in a security uniform was trotting over with something.

"The museum is closed today, so if you want to visit, come back tomorrow."

The doorman walked over, slightly chubby, looking out through the crack in the iron door. He didn't open the door, his fat lips and head stuck in sight, and the narrow iron door opened and closed, showing impatience.

The phantom demon who looked to be a man in his fifties walked slowly to the iron gate with a cane, and he raised his head, and his voice was kind and old: "Young man, all right, please open the door—we are tourists who came in the afternoon, and something has fallen inside......"

The old man said this, and the doorman with a meaty face squinted his eyes and looked at the old man with some disdain.

"The pavilion has the rules of the pavilion, you can come back tomorrow!" The door police said in a categorical and non-negotiable tone. The old man who stood at the door looked a little hunchbacked, and tilted his head humanely. He trembled and put his hand into the pocket of his jacket, and when he took it out, a dark green seed was pinched by the old man on the tips of his middle and index fingers: "Alas~, today's young people really don't know what to do...... Why is that-"

The old man, who was close to sixty, raised his head slowly and laboriously, and when he met the eyes of the fat doorman, the corners of the man's shriveled mouth were stiffly outlined.

Then, the dark green seed pinched between the old man's fingers popped into the left eye of the door guard, and before the fat man could scream, it took root and sprouted from his eye socket, secreted paralyzing venom, and quickly grew into an octopus-like root plant, and grabbed the door guard's entire face.

This scene is like the opposite sex creature who likes to hug his face in the movie, after the unknown plant full of roots hugs the man's fat cheek, it begins to frantically absorb the nutrients of the human body in order to grow, and the originally fat and tall door guard was quickly sucked into a human body in just five seconds, which is extremely terrifying.

At this time, Nie Zhen, who stepped down from the back seat and had just taken out the long sword from the trunk and carried it behind his back, turned his head to see this scene, and his expression was stunned for a moment, as if he felt that the other party's method of killing people without saying a word was a bit sloppy. He rolled his eyes, subconsciously touched the yellow hair that was deliberately combed to the top this morning, and only after half a meal did he let out a sigh of relief, and exclaimed without knowing what he meant: "Wow, Yin Ba!" ”

After solving the door police, the phantom demon generation descendant named Liu Qiang took the initiative to walk to the front of the black iron gate. He put his hand through the crack in the iron door, felt the locked chain inside, pulled it out, held it with both hands, and the muscles of his arms suddenly bulged exaggeratedly, and pulled it off fiercely.

With a crisp sound of 'squeak', the big iron door of the Yan Museum was pushed open by this person. In the distance, several patrolling guards, hearing the sound of pushing the door, hesitated slightly, and ran towards this side consciously. They had guns in their hands, and the wise people were already shouting: "Stop, who ......"

From beginning to end, the phantom demon who looked very old on crutches had a cold face and did not reply. He took a few steps forward, and at this moment, he stretched out his palm, and in the palm of his hand lay a few seeds of red or green colors. These seeds lay between the old man's fingers, as if they were alive, and the moment the old man opened his palm, he couldn't wait to 'fly' out, disappear like bullets, and sink into the soil.

"No one, don't ...... move"

The full-time bodyguards of the Yan Group are from far and near, they are well-trained, and they have moved quickly when they find the abnormality. Then, sonorous footsteps broke into people's field of vision with a tall human figure, tall and mighty, and iron-blooded and murderous. However, as soon as these human assistants appeared, their expressions were fierce and vicious, the dark air guns in their hands were still glowing with cold light, and several dark green 'tentacles' suddenly cracked the ground, and without warning, the locks held the ankles of the bodyguards: ", what is it?" ”

"I'm entangled ......"

"There's a snake—"

Then several 'bloody mouths' made entirely of plants cracked open the ground without warning, and leapt out of the ground like bulldozers, swallowing the gun-wielding bodyguards one by one. The monster of the plant closed its mouth, forming a huge bud shape, constantly wriggling and chewing, making a clattering sound of flesh and bones.

The brutality lasted only a dozen seconds, and then the man-eating plants, with their branches and leaves closed, retracted back into the ground like half-burrowed pythons.

A group of elite guards quietly wiped out the entire army without firing a single bullet.

Along the way, similar armed resistance, Nie Zhen and the others encountered a total of three waves, all of which were easily wiped out by the phantom demon with a strange plant-based ability--it is really a despicable and fragile species.

In the evening, the orange afterglow is coming to an end, the leaden gray is shrouded, and the frogs are singing one after another in the distant pool, making a buzz.

Tonight will be the day when everything ends, and the strong will stand in the bloody dawn and usher in a new life.

A petite woman in a red leather coat walked in front of everyone and skillfully walked around the corner of an attic, and in the front place, a black triangular building stood quietly, which was the back hall of the Yan Museum, and it was understood that the fishermen salvaged from the river and suspected Yuan Gu were also among them.

In front of the black grand building, four small black shadows slowly approached in the cold winter wind, leaving a row of messy footprints in the early snow.

This is already the encirclement set by Tian Chen and the big demon, and the captain of Quan Jichi and the five people of the Thai Baht Temple are hiding in the shadows, silent, and their cold eyes are watching the people intently.

At the same time, however, in the cold light of the setting sun, the man with the exaggerated sword in his pocket walked a few steps forward, his face turned upward, and sniffed deeply at the moist and gloomy air against the wind.

Kindness?!

This taste......

So familiar.

In the backlight, the man with his face tilted his head in confusion. He kept moving like this for a second, as if thinking of something, and then his smile tore open, revealing his white teeth: "Uh, interesting...... So you're there too—"

Without warning, the long sword suddenly came out of the sheath, this person's body seemed to be a light, an electricity, a strong bow stretched to the extreme, a second ago, this person was still in a leisurely posture with his hands, a second later, he had already pulled out the exaggerated long sword behind his back and draped it fiercely on a petite figure......

I only heard a loud bang, and the woman in the red leather coat who was leading the way in front of everyone with her back to everyone was blasted away by the tall long sword for more than ten meters, and rolled out on the ground covered with snowflakes, like a rag. The woman that Griffith had conjured up suddenly turned around at the last moment of the long sword, and a black light in her hand was hastily blocked on the back of her hand, and then she was knocked away by the power of the long sword.

The crimson heels slashed across the ground and rolled down to the ground, and the petite woman slowly got up, hunched over and holding the ground with one hand, the dagger in the other hand had been cut down.

"Ho! It's so heavy...... A rough man who doesn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade. ”

The plump and delicate woman spat out a man's voice, she slowly straightened up, her body gradually grew taller and stronger in this movement, the person waved his hand lightly on his face, as if something had been revealed, and a delicate man's face was revealed behind the palm.

And the man who suddenly swung his sword without warning put the heavy and exaggerated long sword on his shoulder, his other hand was on his waist, his head was tilted, and his eyes looked at the man standing opposite: "Ah, you, you, just chop, I can't think of a real problem......"

"Well, I remember, what's it called—Griffith!" The man snapped his fingers suddenly, a flash of inspiration, and his gaze also had some warmth and familiarity: "No wonder I always feel familiar...... There's nothing wrong with you—"

Griffith, who had completely transformed into a young man, from his body to his voice, pulled off the tattered crimson leather coat that hung on his body and was stretched out, and threw it on the ground slowly.

And it was only at this time that the phantom demon and his party woke up from Nie Zhen's sudden swing of the knife. This name was supposed to be Yang Xiaohua's generation, but she didn't know when, she was unknowingly adjusted, and what was even more terrifying was that the other party's means were so superb that the phantom demon didn't even notice it.

Feelings of anger and shame burned in the hearts of his phantom friend who had crossed into the parallel dimension, and Griffith looked over and looked at him for a moment, not lingering too long. Then he focused his gaze and returned to Nie Zhen's side.

"Your Excellency has good eyesight, is this change in my appearance the first time that someone has seen it face to face?"

"A fart has good eyesight, a good nose is real...... You smell the smell in the air carefully, do you smell it, it's pungent...... Isn't this the smell of my sissy brother's body odor......"

The man with the giant sword was a burly man, and he stood in the backlight, his limbs spread out, and he made an exaggerated gesture. Then he squinted in one direction, his heavy mouth scornfully snarled, and his stubble trembled in the wind.

"Why, it's not out yet, the shelf is quite big, do you want me to invite you personally, senior brother...... I haven't grown up at all since I was a child, and I have no interest, and the scholars are ambushed, ahh......hhhh He rubbed his feet rudely, followed by another bite:

"Phew!"

"Bah, Bah......"

In these shrill voices, Tian Chen, one of the eleventh captains of Quan Jichi, the second disciple of the man named Nie Tunzhi, finally walked out of the shadows of the corridor expressionlessly. He was followed by five men from the Thai Baht Temple, including the man who had been injured by Yang Xiaohua and healed.

"Senior brother, I haven't seen ......you for a long time" The man named Tian Chen had a gloomy face, he was a gentle person, and his words at this time did not have a lot of sharp momentum.

Captain Tian looked at the person opposite, and after greeting him, he fell into an unspeakable silence. He seemed to have a lot to say to the man named Nie Tun, good and bad, and mixed feelings for a while, and he didn't know where to start. After a while, he said: "Before the master traveled, he talked about the matter of the senior brother, saying that the senior brother has a rebellious personality and is difficult to train, and there will be a catastrophe in his life, if he has no intention of repenting, he should die." "The voice is cold, like the wind of the night.

"I don't have a master who is very knowledgeable, and I don't know metaphysics, but I know the righteousness of people - the master has raised you and me for more than ten years, but you betrayed the master, stole his scriptures, and abducted his sister. Such acts are a great rebellion, and are no different from beasts......"

This abrupt accountability made the people who didn't know the truth at the scene stunned for a long time, Tian Chen's voice was deep, and he stepped forward: "Senior brother, senior brother begs you for the last time, please return our treasure "Qingyunlu", let the little junior sister free, I will definitely plead with the master on behalf of the senior brother......"

Captain Kwon Jichi's tone was slow, and as he said this, the burly man with the big sword on the opposite side spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground. He pursed his mouth, with the disdain of a nerd who looks at the ancient food, scratched the beard on his chin with one hand, and listened meaningfully: "Phew! Sure enough, I still can't get used to the cowardly appearance of your mother-in-law. ”