In the southwest of City C, next to a square 3.2 km from the warehouse, three trucks carrying livestock collided in a row, and the driver appeared to be asleep at the same time, unconscious in the driver's position. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info several young soldiers with loaded guns or lying on the ground motionless, even breathing one after another. One by one, as if they were in a nightmare, their faces were filled with all kinds of fearful expressions.

At this time, only one girl looked at all this coldly, with a pure gray aura rolling on her body, a strange ring that was colder and purer than the north wind, forming a strange ring around her.

Yin Dongmei, a single disciple of the Yin family, and the granddaughter of the Yin mother-in-law.

Represented by the unique ghosts and immortals in the Northeast Horse Immortals, the pure ghost qi is the most unique breath of this vein of people, and even the family of the fat man Zhao Lei is incomparable to the purity of the family dominated by the ghosts. After all, the two are not the same, one is to control ghosts, while the other is enshrined. One master and one servant were born upside down to form their own unique system.

"Nightmare Bug, one of the most famous black magic in the West. Are even Westerners here to get involved? "This is not a family history, just because the ghosts and immortals who were served by the Yin family have practiced for thousands of years, and after experiencing the First and Second World Wars, they have unforgettable memories of those Western invaders.

The Yin family is also the only 'master' who must be by his side. Naturally, it is the ghost fairy who has been practicing for thousands of years.

Ghosts and immortals are not ghosts, they are lives born from faith in the spirit of ghosts, and they are unique lives formed after being carried, absorbed, and studied through generations, which are different from ghosts, but born from ghosts.

Yin Dongmei willow eyebrows were upside down, and her feet were held up by a gust of ghost wind, suspended above the cab of the car, looking around.

The wind and snow began to rage, as if there was an invisible net, pressing the black clouds over the city, the clouds were getting thicker and thicker, and the original day, but at this moment, it was as eerie and terrible as the night. The surrounding residents were too frightened to go out by this terrifying environment, and the square where they usually relax has long been a rarity, and even the swings not far away can only crunch and squeak according to the wind.

A man in a long hat and a robe walked slowly from a distance, and every step was so slow, not in a hurry.

But with each footstep on the ground, it can always cause a slight vibration of the ground, like an ancient giant, making the ground make a cluster of shaking sounds.

"Prepare to fight hard, this is the Djinn Grim Reaper of Dark Magic, where there is, there are only dead people." A small figure appeared beside Yin Dongmei, like a four or five-year-old child, sitting lightly on her shoulder.

"Master, it seems that we are not the only ones who have been attacked." Yin Dongmei tilted her head and locked her gaze to the east, where a familiar aura disappeared in an instant, as if it was covered in some kind of enchantment.

"Deal with things here with peace of mind, and trust your friends to handle it." The ghost fairy said.

"Rest assured, the people of the Zhao family, the Qiao family, and the Hu family do not have fuel-efficient lamps. It's just that why are these people appearing at this time? Yin Dongmei turned her gaze back to the giant god of death.

"It's nothing more than the immortality of the heart of self-destruction, in that war more than a hundred years ago, we found that there is a black hand behind the scenes, whether it is the magic of the West or the branches of the East, it seems that there is a connection between them, and there must be a secret behind them. Get ready, Dongmei, we all feel that there is a glimmer of opportunity in the world, and a great opportunity is about to appear. ”

"Master, let me do it this time. I can't be protected by you forever. Yin Dongmei squinted her eyes, but there was an ice-like expression on her pretty face.

"Good. This kind of thing is not very strong. If it's the coming of the Western Grim Reaper, it's okay, strangely, this little thing doesn't have such a strong aura. It's okay for you to work out. The ghost fairy flew backwards about half a foot, and a pair of short, chubby arms waved in the air several times.

At the same time, Yin Dongmei held her breath and said in a deep voice: "The ghost world, the immortal spiritual land, borrow my divine power." Come. ”

The next moment, the ghost fairy turned into a gray smoke ball and merged into Yin Dongmei's body, and the voice of the ghost fairy came from her ears: "Little girl, I won't help you until life and death, remember that this kind of thing can only be killed in close quarters, its clothes are forcibly compressed under its body, every time it is injured, it will swell once, and if the injury is too serious, it will grow into about a zhang, which is the best moment to kill it." But be careful that every time it swells, its strength will increase once. ”

"Good!"

In fact, in the heart of the ghost immortal, there is another strange thing, how could this charge-type humanoid weapon in front of him appear here alone?

The battle began in the next moment, and Yin Dongmei had already spread her arms like a big bird and glided in the direction of the Djinn Death.

At the same time, in several other directions from the warehouse, snipers appeared in the transport team at the same time, each of which was inextricably linked to the role played in the war of aggression more than a hundred years ago.

In an instant, as if planned, all those looking for the sacrifice were attacked in different sizes.

The Hu family, who was the least good at fighting, was chased and killed by the head lowering master, and the disciple of the Qiao family, who was known as the wolf shooter, was stopped by a mysterious archer, who was dressed like Dongying hundreds of years ago.

For a while, City C seemed to go back to the war of a hundred years ago.

The top of the warehouse seems to have become the center of this dense cloud, and in this midwinter season, there is a thunderclap from time to time. No one knows what kind of situation it is, and what kind of enemies those great immortal masters have encountered.

And the outside of the warehouse has also become a battlefield, where Granny Yin, Uncle Jiu, and those living half-immortals are all fighting. Everyone seemed to have temporarily invited some fairy possession, and the phantom was suspended behind them.

At this moment, Uncle Jiu is like the turtle fairy in "Dragon Ball", his originally thin body has long been covered by muscles, and he is holding a train track that he found out of nowhere. But his opponent is also very strong, his thin body is like a Gundam covered with steel armor, and his seemingly fragile arm can block Uncle Jiu's crazy attack every time, and the arm and the railroad track are staggered and make a loud collision sound, so it is not scary.

On the other hand, the yin woman had thinning hair, each of which was raised high, like a steel needle. What's even more terrifying is that there seems to be a pair of invisible hands around her, compressing the scattered snowflakes, rubble on the ground, and even invisible air together, forming the shape of a crescent moon, and the sound of breaking the sky comes and goes. Not to be outdone, Granny Yin's opponent also seems to be fighting back in the same way.

The rest of the living half-immortals were also besieging a person, that person was like Nezha's three heads and six arms, the difference was that the back of that person's neck was not a living person's head, but two skulls the size of a baby, and the place of the eye socket was emitting red light. Every time it flickered, a black smoke would always be spewed out, and the panicked living half-immortals would immediately dodge. The four 'arms' on the back, which cannot be said to be made of arm bones or leg bones, seem to be waved in a haphazard manner, but they can easily resist the secret attack brought by the melee.

"Don't try to kill the enemy! It's all dead. Uncle Wine shouted loudly as he waved the rails.

The Yin Granny also shouted, "These are sacrificial miasma, and they will be as strong as we are." ”

Inside the warehouse, these ordinary people looked stunned and terrified.

Secretary Wang whispered: "If these people destroy the social system, what should we do? ”

Others were afraid to speak, no one knew what to do. Only Secretary Wang was talking to himself, but he thought of the major event that affected the country by 'breaking the four olds', have those founders also seen the destructive power of this kind of people?

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Zhao Zihan sealed his hands and made mysterious patterns. A little bit of light leaked down between her fingers like quicksand, and then became more and more bright, as bright as stars, and finally with the wave of her hands, a piece of brilliance condensed in front of her into a three-foot long front.

In front of her, the handsless creature with a skull head was trapped by a strange circle of aura, and above its head was the beating of the drum.

Zhao Zihan turned his hand and slammed it on his heart, and then spit out blood with a pop, staining the light-like long blades condensed in front of him, and it seemed to have a smart breath all of a sudden. The long front trembled.

"Sad Sword Wheel, go!" As Zhao Zihan's voice fell, the image of a beating heart appeared on the three-foot long blades that had been stained with blood, and then the mysterious light shattered the skeleton in front of him almost instantly, and shattered it along with the fleshy body.

Under the howling of the wind, the blood turned into ice particles, crackling and scattered all over the ground.

Zhao Zihan raised his head and fell backwards, as if he had been drained of his last strength by such a spell all of a sudden.

"The Zhao family is nothing more than that." A voice came from not far away, and Zhao Zihan turned his head weakly to look.

"What? A puppet-like thing makes you pay such a price, do you think you still have the right to live? Your master is desperate, right? If you can't borrow a trace of strength, how many times can you kill with your natal essence blood? Once? Or twice? You're a good magic weapon, I laughed at it. "It was a woman, with short silver-white hair, a long trench coat, leather pants, black sunglasses, very white skin, and the Chinese language was not very authentic.

Zhao Zihan tilted his head and smiled bitterly: "Skills are not as good as people, life and death are fate." Who are you? ”

"Me?" The woman stood not far from Zhao Zihan and said, "Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, guess which one I am?" You should already know we exist, right? ”

"Sure enough, it's your ......" Zhao Zihan turned his gaze to his head as if he had accepted his fate, looking up at the sky. The Shock Drum slowly flew above her body and fell.

"Don't you have the heart to resist? What a fragile person. The woman said lightly, her tone full of pride.