"Fuck your uncle, what the hell is going on!"

Wang Chen was furious.

It's just a matter of teleporting to the wrong place, and you still give me this hand? I just want to eat a sugar gourd, and then see if there is a way to go back, why do you do this to me?

Is it fun to pretend to be a ghost, watch Lao Tzu beat you!

"Die to Lao Tzu!!"

The scene in front of me is really creepy. Under the anger, Wang Chen didn't dare to leave his hand at all, and as soon as he came up, he was full of firepower.

Thinking that it might be a ghost, thinking that ghosts are afraid of thunder and fire, so he doesn't even think about it, and it is just a set of mixed yuan thunderbolt palms.

The blazing thunder light danced at his fingertips, and the air was filled with the breath of thunder and fire.

The entire set of inscription equipment is glowing, supporting Wang Chen's overload with several times the strength of the martial artist's triple, not to mention that this may be pretending to be a ghost, even if it is a real ghost, under this domineering palm, it will be wiped out!

Boom. Boom. Boom.

A series of explosions sounded, and sure enough, one after another figures that pounced up like evil ghosts, under this palm, quickly melted like the spring sun turning snow, and they were blown up one after another.

If the sugar gourd vendor is still an exception, this time Wang Chen is confirmed, these people who look like ghosts are so fragile!

"Martial arts can't reach the physical quality of a heavy body? Could it be that this is really a ghost?"

Demons have no physical body, so they are fragile.

But the ghost is not an entity, but these people who Wang Chen broke up were splashed with flesh and blood, which is really a little strange.

But if it's not a ghost, how can it explain the strange behavior of these people? Psychotic? The whole street is full of mental illness? Is it possible?!

No, no, I'm not even sure if it's a street now, maybe it's a ghost street!

In other words, behind the Star Gate, it is actually connected to the Ghost Domain, or the Netherworld?!

Thinking of this possibility, Wang Chen immediately shuddered.

"Damn, I haven't lived enough, I don't want to die!"

He glared angrily, "Scum, if you want to eat Lao Tzu, why should Lao Tzu kill you first!"

"Eat my Flame Fist again!!"

Thunder and fire fight ghosts, the effect is really good.

When Wang Chen rotated the Mixed Yuan Thunderbolt Palm with the momentum of Zhou Tian's rotation, supplemented by the Explosive Flame Fist in the middle, the evil ghost figures who rushed up from all directions were blasted one after another.

The evil ghosts followed one after another, and Wang Chen's palm fist was also leaky. Running martial arts in this way is of course very expensive.

However, with the heart of a warrior, it is not a matter of consumption on Wang Chen's side at all.

As long as the martial artist's heart is not lost, his supply of martial energy is endless, not to mention that the recovery ability of Wanshengjue itself is at the pervert level.

There is a secret to life and the heart of a warrior, and he is not false at all. Even if every piece of equipment on his body is a big eater, he can afford to supply it.

These demons want to crush him with crowd tactics, which is really wishful thinking.

"Gossip back to heaven!"

It was very shameless to add a wave of drama to his rotating hybrid thunderbolt palm, Wang Chen gradually stood firm, began to turn passive into active, and slowly moved forward.

There are indeed a lot of evil ghosts, after all, the people on that street before were not joking, and there is not much room for Wang Chen's target to be attacked, otherwise all the people on this street will pounce on him and kill him, not to mention gossip back to the sky, sixty-four seals back to heaven can't be parried!

"Fuck you, die"

Step by step, Wang Chen advanced very hard.

Don't look at these people, these ghosts are not good at physical fitness, but the attack is leveraged. Just like the sugar gourd vendor before, his body was frighteningly weak, but the attack he made could kill everyone at the peak of the division level on the spot.

The attack of one person is not a problem, but the attack of a group of people is fatal.

That is, Wang Chen, the golden body is invincible, and he will come back to another martial artist trifecta, even if he has this equipment, he is afraid that he will be exposed on the spot.

Crowd tactics are no joke.

In the face of successive servants and endless sea of people besieging and killing, the slightest shortcoming of the responders will be exposed, and then they will be ruthlessly crushed.

Strength, speed, defense, and endurance are all indispensable.

It's useless to have a lot of strength, because when your strength is exhausted, what do you do when your strength is worn out by the tactics of the sea of people?

The same goes for speed. In the face of the encirclement of a heavy army, what is the use of no matter how fast the speed is? No matter how fast the speed is, if you can't run, it's not the same as death?

And defense. The walls made of gold and steel are all chiseled through one day, let alone the human body?

Not to mention staying power. This one is more important than the previous three.

This is the reason why grandmaster-level bosses are also afraid of low-level fierce beast tides.

For low-level fierce beasts, the grandmaster can be pinched to death at will, but once he falls into the endless beast tide, the grandmaster will die.

The scene in front of him, if the Spirit Sect of Xiao Meiyan's level saw it, he would have to escape.

Because with her one-star cultivation of the Spirit Sect, she can't cope with this kind of scene at all, and it will be easy for these evil ghosts to consume her spiritual power, and if there is no other means, she will definitely die.

It was obviously impossible for a martial artist-level person to cope with such a scene.

Fortunately, Wang Chen is a freak, his speed, strength, defense, and staying power are all at the monster level, with no flaws and no shortcomings.

The martial arts practiced are also powerful high-end martial arts, fighting evil ghosts like a father beating his son, one punch, one palm and one pair, easy and freehand.

Coupled with that luxuriously decently superb equipment, strengthened, and inscribed, it directly pushed his personal strength to a new peak, which directly led to the fact that none of these demons who suddenly attacked were his strength. At most, he can still wrestle with him by relying on the large number of people, but if Wang Chen continues to kill with this momentum, within three days, this ghost area will be wiped out by him.

The streets have been ruined.

Those restaurants, teahouses, collapsed one after another.

The stalls and shops on both sides of the street were ruthlessly overturned and turned into powder.

Spacious streets, a mess. The carriage was overturned, the sedan chair was blown up, the melons and fruits that rolled down from the street stalls were trampled and bursting, and the juice was splashed everywhere, not to mention the green bricks that made up the streets, and under the ravages of power, the green bricks were easily trampled and exploded, and exploded into pieces of broken stone, splashing, and shooting, and soon the smooth streets were filled with countless cracks and potholes.

From prosperity to the end of the world, but in a moment.

To be honest, even at this moment, Wang Chen was confused and couldn't understand what was going on.

However, he didn't need to understand. He just needs to know that these people who are like ghosts want to kill him and want his life, so he wants to kill him back, and he wants the lives of these people instead, and that's enough.

Others, not important.