Two terrible screams of ghosts pierced the dead silence and resounded in the world of the dead with a unique frequency. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Ben was still unfazed, and there was no ghost shadow on the street, but it suddenly became cloudy and windy, and one by one the ghosts dragged the severed limbs and stumps out of the deep alleyway.

Among them, there are many small leaders of the past generations.

Seeing this, Sikong was not surprised and rejoiced, locked his own breath, and avoided scaring these ghosts who acted completely on instinct because of his strong qi and blood.

Today's Sikong, in the eyes of these ghosts, is just an ordinary person with weak qi and blood and malnutrition.

It is they who are the substitutes, the objects of sucking!

A body with only half of his body left, and his colorful intestines dragged the ghosts all over the ground greedily approached Sikong, and his cold and piercing hands were only three fingers left, and they were pierced by iron nails.

Before the death of this ghost, he should have been beheaded by someone, nailed to the ground with a nail, and there was no corpse.

This ghost's cold hand grabbed Sikong, only to see Sikong laugh fiercely, and the whole person began to swell and rise!

The muscles are piled up, like a little mouse scurrying under the skin of Sikong, nearly three meters in size, the skin is blood-red, the surface of both hands and feet, are covered with a thick cuticle like armor, and the root blood vessels and muscles are dense and dense, towering high.

The shoes were directly burst, and only the wolf attendant made for the small boss was only deformed, and he was still stubbornly fitting Sikong's body.

This form of Sikong is his pinnacle!

The tiger that has awakened from its slumber has begun to show its claws!

The ghost hand fell on Sikong's body like a block of ice falling on the stove, and in the sizzling sound, thick black smoke came out.

The ghost creature was in pain and retreated in horror.

"I'm here, I still want to go!"

Sikong smirked, and his torn mouth slashed all the way to his ear, like a scythe in the shape of a smile, full of weird and wonderful insolence.

Sikong directly stopped his waist and hugged this ghost thing, the peak of qi and blood flowed in his chest, crazy charcoal burned the ghost thing, the ghost thing struggled, and the sharp nails grabbed Sikong's body, but under the burning of Sikong air's blood, it quickly vaporized.

"Die!"

Sikong shouted, clasped his hands tightly, and slammed, as if he had pinched and popped a balloon, and the ghost thing instantly exploded into wisps of ghost qi and floated in the air.

The sword Zhaoshuang hurriedly floated in, greedily sucking the ownerless ghost qi.

Sikong squinted at the ghosts and the ghosts that floated one by one.

Ghosts, in fact, are magnetic field remnants, and in a sense, they are also spiritual bodies.

Sikong once bought a martial art at a low price from Master Su Ming: Netherworld Divine Method.

It can incorporate free spiritual fragments, jade cores and other spiritual substances to heal and even strengthen one's own spirit.

It's just that there are two basic requirements for the Netherworld Divine Method, first: the caster himself must be in an absolute state of spirit, that is, abandon the body and leave only the spirit. This point, stepping into the dimensional array of life and death, is barely in line.

Second: the inclusion of spiritual fragments needs to be extremely pure and free of impurities.

And the spiritual fragments left by these ghosts in front of them contain negative emotions such as resentment, madness, and curses, and ordinary people will be hit by them when they pass by, and they will get seriously ill and lose their vitality.

Sikong naturally did not dare to easily incorporate these spiritual fragments.

Even if you want to be included, you have to find a powerful ghost thing with an extremely large spiritual body, and then use the magnetic impact of the Xiai people in the urn to temper the spiritual body, and reach the realm of being refined into steel and pure!

Sikong clenched his fists with both hands, pressed them to his waist, spit out the turbidity in his chest, and instantly rushed into the group of ghosts.

'Bang! Bang! Bang! ’

Almost crushing, Sikong's three-meter-tall body fell into the group of ghosts, particularly abrupt, rampage, a hand fanned out, hit the ghost thing, suddenly like a meteorite lifted into the air, the ghost thing took off, the whole body burned flames, black smoke was thick, and exploded in the air like fireworks.

A man with severed limbs and crawling on the ground bit Sikong on the ankle with his mouth full of protruding fangs and pus-stained bruises.

However, with a burst of sparks, the teeth of this ghost creature broke one by one, Sikong sneered and stomped down!

'Bang! ’

The entire ground trembled a little, but I saw that this ghost thing exploded in an instant, turning into a wandering ghost qi, and became a powerful ration for Jian Zhaoshuang.

"Ha, all come, all come, I'll let you die again!"

Sikong laughed and stepped on the ground, like cutting wheat, and pushed sideways among the ghosts.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Sikong noticed an extraordinarily cold aura coming from behind him, and a thin layer of ice crystals formed on the surface of Sikong's skin through the wolf attendant.

"The East Kowloon is mine! You stole my leader, give it back to me, give it back to me! ”

Sikong turned around suddenly, and he caught a glimpse of a ghost figure following him around, quickly floating behind him.

"Dead and dead, still hiding from the cats? I'll let you hide! ”

Sikong didn't look back, he hit it directly, ploughed the ground, and hit the ghost behind him.

It was as if falling into the deep cold seabed, and the boundless coldness came, but Sikong's qi and blood flowed for a week, and the coldness was dispelled in an instant.

'Boom! ’

Sikong took the ghost and smashed the wall directly, and rushed into a stone chamber in the collapsed rubble.

But I saw that this ghost creature had a sunken chest, the whites of its eyes turned up, and it was covered with corpse spots, which was the first time Sikong had encountered a small boss ghost thing!

It's just that now this little boss is particularly miserable.

The ghost body, which was as solid as water, was much thinner, and the wisps of ghost qi could barely form a silhouette, and the face was blurred, and Ben still had some sane eyes, and only bloodthirsty madness was left at the moment.

He was a small boss when he was alive, and under the blow of Sikong, he was not dead!

Sikong blew his lips, his snow-white teeth exposed, and his shallow crescent-like nails cut the surface of his skin slightly, squeezing out a wisp of blood.

Then, smash it with a punch!

'Ahh Yes! Yes! ’

The little leader screamed violently, but as soon as he touched Sikong's blood, the ghost qi immediately melted like snow in the sun, and quickly spread, just a few seconds, it turned into a wandering ghost.

Dead that can't die anymore.

Jian Zhaoshuang immediately floated out, greedily looking at a cloud of ghostly qi that was extremely dark in color and seemed to be dripping water.

"Humph!"

Sikong snorted coldly, and suddenly, the sword fell to the ground according to the frost, rolling and struggling, the ghost qi on the surface of the body squirmed and undulated, and even let out a suppressed and low scream.

The Morning Life and Twilight Death Talisman is not only a key, but also a thing that controls ghosts, and naturally there are thunder means to control the ghosts that are controlled.

"I told you to eat before you could eat. Understand? ”

Sikong walked up to Jian Zhaoshuang and looked down condescendingly, his eyes revealing a cruelty that was a little colder than the yin qi.

Then, Sikong didn't care whether Jian Zhaoshuang understood his words or not, and strode to the ghost qi floating in the air, where the core of the little boss's ghost was located.

Sikong did not immediately include it, but put it into a small western-style building that was not close to ghosts because of the suppression of Luo Circle Chairs.

Then, plunge headlong into the vast crowd of ghosts.

East 9th District, sweep clean!

East 8th District, sweep clean!

In the East Seventh District, encounter a small boss ghost and kill it!

East 6th District, sweep clean!

Behind Sikong, there were no more ghosts, and the streets were vast and empty.

In front of him, the ghosts of the East Fifth District came in a vast way.

Sikong rushed into the group of ghosts, he wants to push the East District today!