I leaned down slightly, raised the barrel of my gun, and slammed it upwards, and it didn't take much effort to easily hold the two wrists of the ghost.

The power of the ghost is indeed quite large, but its center of gravity is too high, and its weight is not particularly heavy, so I don't need to use too much force, as long as it can disrupt his balance.

Once you lose your balance, no matter how strong the ghost is, she can't exert it.

Just by me, he lost his center of gravity again and staggered backwards.

I saw the moment and immediately stepped forward and reached out to put a touch on his forearm.

Sure enough, this guy is not alive at all!

I'll just say, how can a living person grow to be more than three meters tall?

Essentially, the ghost is actually an evil corpse, and I guess that his physical body must have undergone some kind of mutation during the corpse transformation process, which caused the bones to grow wildly, and it was precisely this unexpected mutation that caused him to finally retain his mind and still think like a normal person.

His wax-like head should have been transformed into this during the mutation.

Since it's an evil corpse, then I don't have so many worries when I do it.

As soon as the ghost took a step backwards and forcibly stabilized his figure, I was already solid, and I stabbed him in the throat.

As soon as he stood still, he heard a muffled "poof", and the sharp head of the fishbone gun pierced its throat.

The blow from the head of the gun was very weak, as if I had stabbed not a corpse of steel but a mass of cotton.

Wrong!

I was worried about fraud, so I immediately put away my gun and quickly walked back.

Snort

Just as I was withdrawing from the third step, a strange tearing sound suddenly erupted from the ghost's body, and the sound sounded like a thick piece of brown paper, torn apart one by one.

As time went by, the strange sounds in the ghost's body became clearer and clearer, and I noticed that after he was shot and fell to the ground, the men behind him began to retreat cautiously, along with the women trapped by the chain, and they also retreated with great fear.

Except for me, only the red dog did not retreat, as soon as the tearing sound appeared, he fought with his last bit of strength and lay on the woman again, looking at the meaning, he wanted to use his ** to protect that person.

A screeching noise erupted, accompanied by the sound of cloth being torn.

The ghost's sternum suddenly opened like wings, and the clothes on his chest were broken by the swollen bones.

The bones in the air at first glance, like the blood-colored petals of a mandala, constantly emit a strange fragrance.

When the sternum finally stopped blooming, I heard a wild sound of "Herod" from the chest cavity of the ghost, and hundreds of long whiskers made of flesh and blood burst out like a tide, these flesh whiskers were at least fifteen meters high, and they shook a few times in the air, making a "crackling" sound similar to a whip, and then quickly circled and swept towards me.

During this period, I didn't make any extra movements, just silently held the spear steady, sensing the aura on the ghost's body.

Alas, our human sect's ability to sense the aura is really poor, I try my best to sense it, I can't find the source of the evil qi on the fine ghost!

There is no way, this shortcoming cannot be remedied, since the human sect wants to pursue the absolute power of the spell, it will inevitably have to pay enough price for it.

Fortunately, in the few seconds when the flesh whiskers burst out, an extremely strong evil qi also erupted from the fine ghost's body, and at this moment, I can already determine that the source of this evil qi is in his cranial cavity!

The whiskers swept at me with the sound of the wind, so fast that I had to make a move in the shortest possible time.

Without much thought, I took out a three-immortal talisman from my arms as quickly as possible, urged it with one palm, and hit the talisman with my palm steadily.

In the next moment, my mental power and spiritual rhyme galloped out with Fu Yun, impartial, and steadily entered the heavenly spirit cover of the fine ghost.

The three righteous qi moved quickly in its meridians, and even those fleshy whiskers waving in the air had lost their strength, like willow branches blown by the wind, and came to me gently.

I didn't say a word, I immediately set up a spear, shook a spear flower, and scattered all the oncoming flesh whiskers, and then I took out the three immortal talismans in the second chapter, and threw it into the chest of the fine ghost.

The evil qi on this guy's body is still relatively heavy, and as soon as the three immortal talismans enter its chest, it quickly ignites a fire.

As for the structure of the ghost's body, I really don't know, but after Fu raised the fire, its body was also like a piece of straw paper, and it was ignited in an instant, and the overly bright tongue of fire swallowed his entire body in a few seconds.

Looking at the fine ghost's body completely wrapped in a circle by the tongue of fire, I still didn't feel at ease, and I didn't know if it was dead now, so I sent out a spear and shot him in the center of the eyebrow.

Because it was imminent, I used almost all my strength to shoot this shot, and after piercing its skull, the head of the spear stabbed the ground paved with bluestone slabs with my strength.

Listening to a loud "bang", the bluestone slab couldn't withstand the force of the spear, and with the spear head as the center, five or six long snake-like cracks cracked.

The shock from the floor made the ghost's corpse tremble slightly, but it only trembled a little, and other than that, it didn't make any extra moves.

It looks like he's dead.

I relented and drew my spear.

I had just taken out a piece of cloth from my backpack and was about to wipe the tip of my gun when I heard the sound of extremely scattered footsteps behind me.

But this time, there was no hint of hostility in the footsteps.

I turned to face the men and women rushing in, carefully wiping the tip of my spear.

Before the men could rush over, the red dog was already lying at my feet, grabbing my shoes and about to put his mouth up, so I quickly pushed him away.

I guess that when those men and women come, they will do the same, and quickly stop them in advance: "Stop me!" ”

When I say this, everyone is lying on the ground at the same time, motionless, as if they have given up all resistance, waiting for me to judge them.

Really, that's how I felt at the time, because these people who were lying on the ground were filled with fear and awe, just like they had done to the ghosts before.

The rules of the game in this world can be summed up in four words: the strong are respected.

Do you think these four words are really old-fashioned, yes, old-fashioned, but sometimes, the more old-fashioned things are, the more they stand the test of time.

In this dark and boundless world, these four words are the source of all morality and justice.

Only the strongest can control the world, while others voluntarily want this person to bow down, no matter where he comes from or what his qualities are.