As soon as I saw that the situation was not good, I quickly took out the concealment talisman and slapped it on Ruoyu's body.

Taro Yamamoto was very embarrassed, his clothes were torn to shreds, not to mention, there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth.

What the hell is it here that can beat Taro Yamamoto so badly in such a short period of time.

At this time, Taro Yamamoto had been chased to the fourth floor. It's just that before he could run down, he was trapped, and a huge black shadow enveloped Taro Yamamoto and a few others.

There seem to be countless souls flying around. And every time the person trapped inside is pierced by the resentful spirit, he lets out a pig-killing howl.

You must know that the pain of the soul is more maddening than the pain of the body. The people inside seemed to be crazy, not to mention self-harm, and to attack each other. For a while, the screams filled the fourth floor with the smell of blood.

And all the blood was strangely absorbed by the black mist, and the black mist became more and more condensed.

Taro Yamamoto's face oozed beads of sweat, and although he tried his best to resist, the clear look in his eyes was obviously slowly lost.

Ruoyu snorted coldly, although he didn't know about our tragic history, but he was also happy to see the enemy deflated.

Naturally, I felt resentment in my heart, and I didn't plan to save him at all.

Who knew that Ruoyu's soft voice couldn't be lightly snorted, revealing yang energy, and the ghost immediately turned around and flew towards us.

"Run!" I let out a loud shout. Then I ran in two directions with Ruoyu, but the structure of this old building was long and narrow, and I met Ruoyu as I ran.

The way to the third floor had to pass through the dark shadow, otherwise it would be a leap from the fourth floor with wings.

With our share, Taro Yamamoto's side is much easier. But the injuries and deaths of his apprentices seemed to be useless.

Taro Yamamoto had a gloomy face, looked at the miserable situation around him, and yelled at me: "Eight Grid Yalu, Ling Sang, this is your masterpiece. When I get out, I must go to the Special Investigation Bureau to negotiate, so that your life is better than death. ”

Ruoyu and I dealt with the ghost, but the ghost was too angry, and his eyes were blood-red, glowing with a strange light in the night.

"Taro Yamamoto, how can you blame me for this? Even if I don't come today, you still have to go up to the fifth floor to find the five-star mangjin array, won't you still encounter it when the time comes? I asked rhetorically.

Taro Yamamoto blew his beard angrily and stared at him, and he couldn't find the words to fight back for a while, and I was distracted, and I was punched in the chest, and the person flew out upside down, hitting the wall, and raising a cloud of dust.

Taro Yamamoto was very relieved and said: "You have a saying called Tianli Zhaozhao, and retribution is not happy. It makes sense. This comes without retribution. ”

Taro Yamamoto stood aside, watching from the wall, looking like he was watching a good show.

I clutched my chest and coughed a few times, "I agree with that." But you have committed those things that are common to us in those days, and you are afraid of retribution? Even if it is not the destruction of the country and the annihilation of the race, it is estimated that it is not much worse! ”

Speaking skills, Ruoyu was also tricked. Although he is a spirit, no one is so afraid of ghosts, but he still has some influence on this evil ghost.

I saw that although the evil spirit was shrouded in black mist, I could still see that this evil spirit was composed of countless resentful spirits. There were countless hideous faces faintly in the black fog that wanted to come out of the black fog.

I secretly said in my heart that it was not good, this evil ghost is so powerful, it must not be an ordinary resentful ghost, I thought about it carefully, it turned out to be a Shura evil ghost.

This Shura evil ghost wants to form a large number of resentful spirits, who were tortured and suffered to death before their death, and then devoured and refined the rest of the ghosts by one of the most powerful resentful ghosts, and then cultivated for many years to form such evil ghosts that are feared by all gods, Shura!

On weekdays, the robes and peachwood swords that deal with ghosts have no effect on the black fog. On the contrary, it was eroded by the black mist, and there was a little less Buddha nature.

If the magic weapon is damaged, the power will naturally be greatly reduced.

For a while, he fell into the upper hand and was injured. Seeing this, Taro Yamamoto stopped watching the show, and turned around and ran directly to the third floor.

I gritted my teeth, even if I die, I have to pull a cushion, not to mention that Taro Yamamoto is still from J country.

So I stiffened up with a carp, then stood up and directly performed the Great Movement Technique through the black fog.

It's just that the closer I get to the black mist, the greater the resistance, and it seems that countless pairs of hands are tearing at me, and I endure the pain. He continued to walk forward with his head bored, and there was only one thought in his heart, to lure the evil ghost of Shura to Taro Yamamoto and die with him.

All of a sudden, my mind was crammed with a lot of images.

Rows of beds lay with people in hospital gowns, limbs fixed at the foot of the bed, faces in extreme pain, and sacrifices with masks injecting them with something.

Some of the skin on their bodies were ulcerated, and some exposed their disembowelmented abdomen, which was a blur of flesh and blood. Some were already delirious, and their chapped lips were like fish out of water, one by one, dying and struggling.

I suddenly sounded a piece of history, wasn't the original live experiment of country J in the northeast! Did you go deep into H City?

I have a hatred in my heart, these god-killing demons, they should go to hell and taste the methods of the eighteenth layer of hell.

Although the picture is silent, I can clearly feel their pain and despair.

I recited the six-character mantra in my mouth, "Don't worry, we have remembered this hatred for generations, and we dare not forget it at all." One day, I will definitely seek justice for you, and let those people of country J kneel in front of the people of the whole world and repent of the mistakes they made back then! ”

I don't know how long I've been walking, it seems short, it seems long, and all the people who are trapped here have gone through it.

I don't know how I got out, but I just had a cold face when I walked through the black fog. I probably haven't experienced such a tragic thing, and I don't feel the deep fear and despair that I feel.

I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, then ran towards Taro Yamamoto with a yell.

When the Shura demon heard my voice, he also turned around and chased after me. With a wishful stick in my hand, I jumped directly to the third floor, blocking Taro Yamamoto's way.

"Today, none of us want to leave!" I stared at Taro Yamamoto.

Taro Yamamoto felt the danger behind him, and he didn't care to speak, so he attacked me directly, trying to quickly put me down, but although I was injured, I had an obsession in my heart that I must leave Taro Yamamoto behind.

Anyway, it's not life and death, I'll just drag him down. After a few moves, Taro Yamamoto began to get anxious and shouted, as if he was about to prepare to knock me out with one blow.

It's just that although it's just time to breathe, but it's enough, at this time the black shadow has already caught up, although the Shura demon has no consciousness, but just now he roared "Eight Grid Tooth Road", which seems to stimulate the Shura demon.

The evil ghost of Shura trapped Taro Yamamoto in the black fog like a hungry tiger pounced on food.

At this time, Taro Yamamoto had already retreated in his heart, and then he entered the black fog, and the whole person was lost.