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"Are all the séances so stupid now?" The ghost servant said lightly, "Especially your little guy who is hiding in the distance. ”

“MJ！” Coco's eyes widened, and there seemed to be a fire burning in her dark green eyes.

"Hmph, you think you can hurt me with modern firearms, what do you think of me? Those clown demons of the West? The ghost servant grinned, and he could see that the vocal cords and Adam's apple, which originally belonged to the human body structure, had also turned black, and this ghost servant had turned black from the inside out.

“WTF！ (What-the-fu*k) What's going on? Meng Jin couldn't believe it, even in the face of the demon form of the sheep demon from before, the 0.9 caliber Mithril bullet still held on to its wings for a while, dissolving into hot molten iron, and finally condensed into an iron lump and fell to the ground. Can now?

I saw with my own eyes that the Mithril bullet actually stopped in the air five centimeters behind the black back, as if an invisible force held the high-speed rotating bullet, and it seemed that it was "bullet time" when the pause button was pressed when those American blockbusters were playing.

A second later, the poor Mithril Bullet, not even qualified to dissolve into molten iron, lay in a pool of water on the street.

"I'm coming!" Sachiko shuddered and reached out for the Dupont Flame again, and the blue ice flame ignited the black arquebus.

Once again, the flames that burned the heavens and the earth formed a whirlpool and swept towards the ghost servants in trench coats.

The black figure was engulfed in flames little by little, and the feeling of oppression like a wall eased slightly, and Sachiko also received great encouragement, and took another step forward.

However, the flame that contained the soul of the night of fire represented the purest light, and it could not swallow the black shadow in one gulp. Little by little, the black figure reappeared in the flames, accompanied by laughter.

"Flame with divine power, little one, if it weren't for your weakness, maybe I would have been scared." The ghost servant stepped out of the flames with ease, and under the cover of his realm, the flames did not do him the slightest damage, not even the trench coat and double-breasted suit on his body.

The flame was extinguished, and along with it, there was a little confidence that Sachiko-san had managed to build. A great sense of oppression struck again, this time, the invisible wall seemed to be closer to them, and the air seemed to be draining little by little, Sachiko knelt on the blood on the ground because she couldn't breathe, and the hell fireworks fell from her hands.

"What are you going to do?" After a moment of silence, Coco spoke again.

"Oh?" As if Coco's words had piqued the Oni's interest, the black creature grinned again.

"Tonight, I've drained the souls of twenty fellows, all of them young men, and they taste delicious!" As if in an aftertaste, the black tongue sticks out of the mouth and licks hungrily at the corners of the mouth. "However, how can the soul of an ordinary person compare to the soul of a séance? There are fragments of the gods in your souls! The ghost servant sighed excitedly.

"Have you eaten the soul of a séance?" Coco asked.

"Of course, it was ten years ago, but for me, ten years is just a flick of a finger, and the taste is as fresh as today's dinner!"

The ghost servant's left hand was clenched into a fist, and his thumb kept rubbing against the huge jade ring on his index finger, which was just a normal reflex of his ridiculous body.

"And it's a cute little girl, it seems that my luck is really good." The ghost servant glanced at the girl who was kneeling on the ground, dressed as a schoolboy, and the girl in front of him who was barely standing, kicking on her sneakers, but revealing her slender legs in black stockings.

"Ahem, let me do it." In another thunderclap, Zhou Tang stood up with his Rachel in his arms. Cool brother Zhou Tang has always been a gentleman, he can't allow any girl to be humiliated in front of him, not to mention that these two girls are still his teammates and partners.

Although his waist still hurts, and although there seem to be thousands of thin needles piercing his chest with every breath, as a boy, as a séance, and as a young man with the family motto of "be brave and be the first in the world", he stood up and stopped in front of Coco.

One drop, two drops. Immediately after that, there are countless drops.

Heavy rain is pouring down, and this moment is coming.

Zhou Tang also smiled, his originally white and neat teeth were now bloodshot.

Chuck, the god of rain, came at this moment. Where there is rain, it is the home of the rain god.

Everything seems to be reversed at this moment. There was a constant thunder in the sky, and lightning fell, slashing at the bronze axe in the boy's hand with great precision, and the electricity crackled around the axe, as if it was a child in the mother's arms, and he was excited.

The heavy rain instantly drenched Zhou Tang, but as if he had been reborn in the rain, he clenched the Rachel in his hand with both hands, and raised it high at the same time. I don't know where the jacket has gone, Zhou Tang, who is only wearing a black undershirt, is condensing the last strength of his arms.

The legendary rain god Chuck was a docile god of agriculture, and raining water for crops was his greatest good deed. However, Chuk, the god of rain, is first and foremost a warrior, he can control the wind and rain, and he can also manipulate thunder and lightning, and in his rain, there is no room for even the slightest evil in heaven and earth.

"What is this?" The ghost servant sensed a hint of danger. Originally, in his powerful spiritual realm, these little children were like goldfish fished out of the water, and they could only enjoy the last bit of oxygen in their lives. He only had to push the wall of pressure forward a little longer, and these little kids would be completely crushed to minced meat and lose their lives. But just now, as the first drop of rain fell, everything changed. The dying goldfish fell back into the water and transformed into a large shark with its fangs bared, ready to strike a fatal blow from the left and right in the water.

"Rainstorm, wind, thunder, let us wash away the evil in this heaven and earth!"

Zhou Tang strode out. Rushed towards the black figure.

The raindrops flying in the sky seemed to have life at this moment, and they were arranged in a line, entangled the black figure.

The wind echoed through the alley, with a buzzing sound, and the wind formed a swirling wind knife that sliced through the air and slashed at the black figure.

The lightning on Rachel was even more vigorous, and finally reached a high * climax at this moment. Zhou Tang's hands fell, and a thunderclap exploded in the alley, and the axe of lightning slashed at the head of the ghost servant.

The ghost servant urged his spiritual realm, like a tide, and swept on Zhou Tang's body round after round. The tight, soaked black undershirt turned into pieces, revealing Zhou Tang's strong and distinct muscles. After a few more moments, a knife-like cut appeared in his muscle, and blood poured out, then washed away by the rain and diluted to pink. It can be seen that a piece of Zhou Tang's left abdomen has collapsed, and the purple-black blood clot can be seen through the skin.

"You're going to die, boy!" The Ghost Servant cursed viciously.

"It's a pity you'll go first!" Zhou Tang snorted lightly, not daring to loosen a little force in his hand, and tried his best to press Lei Che into the depths of this black shadow.

As a "ghost" in the Eastern system, a powerful external force really can't hurt him in the slightest, but the thunder and lightning, which contains the purest power of justice, are the nemesis of these "souls" composed of evil thoughts. The lightning that swirled around Rachel hissed and invaded the shadows little by little. After the electric rays were magnified tens of millions of times, you could see that the sword-like electric rays were wantonly decomposing the black structure. In other words, the 500-year-old ghost servant's body that he relied on for survival is crumbling.

At this moment, the ghost servants also really began to be afraid. The scene of ten years ago began to reincarnate again. That time, after sucking the souls of hundreds of ordinary people and a séance, didn't he suddenly appear a powerful séance, and then knock himself down with a devastating force?

But this time, maybe he won't have the good fortune to escape the next life. Looking at the resolute gaze of the young man in front of him, it seemed that his life of 500 years would end here.

"Damn it!" The ghost servant began to unleash the last of his strength, and his spiritual realm, which was like a tide, was condensed into a dagger at this moment, and suddenly stabbed into the purple-black wound of the young man, and slowly stirred at the same time.

"Relying on this bronze axe, the strong man should envy Huangquan and be the first in the world!" Zhou Tang's voice was not high-pitched, nor was it majestic. But word by word, extra clear. This short poem became the most solemn mantra, squeezing out of Zhou Tang's mouth, and even making the air begin to vibrate.

Zegna's trench coat began to crumble, then Master Tan's hand-customized double-breasted suit, and then, under the gorgeous clothes, the sturdy black skin began to crack inch by inch, and this nearly 2-meter, like a wall, the ghost servant began to differentiate. The lightning on the axe above his head began to dance, and the rune carved on the axe began to flicker.

228 bit, Rain God Chuck, special move, Thunder Strike.