But there was a small crackling sound, like the grinding teeth of some beast, and like a blade cutting through a cold wall. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Then, ghosts like jackals staggered out of the deep alleys.

or dragged the stump and severed arm, or supported his head, or his body was covered with blood, wet, and fished out of the water.

"Si ~ Kong ~ Boss, just because of the grimace, you ...... You actually killed us, you, you are so ruthless......"

Two unkempt ghosts shaped like dried corpses suddenly rushed from both sides of Sikong, crazy and resentful, and their sharp fingers stuck into Sikong's chest.

These two ghosts are the Red Devil and Chuanhai who were used by Sikong as the medium of the blood of Christ!

"Humph!"

Sikong snorted angrily, his spirit and spirit were highly condensed, and he bit his finger and forced out a drop of extraordinarily red blood.

'Duh! ’

Sikong shot out the blood beads, and the blood beads differentiated into two slightly smaller drops of blood in the air, and when they fell on the two ghosts, it was like adding fuel to the fire, crackling and thundering!

Bursts of thick black qi came out of the two ghosts' bodies, and the two ghosts were in pain and quickly retreated.

People are afraid of ghosts, but how can ghosts not be afraid of people?

Don't say that even those strong men with strong physiques and fearless hearts dare to walk alone in the deserted graves in the middle of the night, and the idle ghosts are far away from being frightened by the strong man's rich blood and do not dare to step forward.

And the pig-killing knife, the skinning blade, and even the war knife that drank human blood have become a standing item for ordinary people to ward off evil spirits because of their evil spirits.

Although Sikong is only a one-dimensional micro-string level mid-level cultivator, he is already washing the meridians and cutting the marrow, and his body is so strong that he has almost condensed blood lead, which contains extremely thick yang qi.

Especially at the 30-point spiritual domain value, the essence and spirit are highly condensed, and this drop of ordinary blood is enough to be comparable to the essence blood of the tip of the tongue of a person who has never cultivated.

But at this moment, a ghost creature with a sunken chest, the whites of his eyes turned up, and his body covered with corpse spots, exuding a cold yin aura, burst out from behind Sikong.

Everywhere I went, even the floor was covered with frost.

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

Unlike other ghosts, this ghost is still insane and crazy, but his words are exceptionally clear, but he has no emotion, and he is as stiff as a machine.

Feeling the aura on this ghost that was far beyond one dimension, Sikong felt bitter in his heart.

Listening to the meaning of his words, he seems to be the last small leader of the East Kowloon District?

Then, his cultivation during his lifetime must have reached two dimensions.

Forced out a drop of blood again, just like Sikong's conjecture, this drop of blood had no effect on this ghost thing, and even the yin qi on the surface of the body did not break through.

"Give it back, give it back!"

The little boss ghost repeated this sentence repeatedly in his mouth, and in the blink of an eye, it was like a leaf, sticking to Sikong, his fingers were like a blade, and he snatched it towards Sikong's door.

At the same time, a vicious and long consciousness enveloped Sikong, who only felt that his joints were extremely stiff, and even his thinking was half a beat slower.

Martial arts consciousness!

Sikong made a move with hatred, and the spiritual domain value unambiguously formed a spiritual storm, shattering the poisonous consciousness shrouded in him, and instead rushed towards the little boss ghost.

Who knew that as soon as the spiritual storm touched the little boss ghost, it was like falling into a quagmire, and there were wisps of negative emotions of madness, regret, fear, and grief floating from the spiritual storm to Sikong's mind.

'Damn! ’

Sikong protected his head with both hands, only to feel a sharp pain in his arm, and there was a corrosive burning sensation and a coagulated cold feeling mixed together, almost numbing Sikong's entire arm!

Hundred Burst Punch!

Sikong was ruthless in his heart, ignoring his unconscious arms, and the soles of his feet exerted force, almost cracking the floor, like an iron bull soaring into the sky, and his fists smashed the chest of the little leader.

'Click, click! ’

Sikong's eyes were dark, he strode back dozens of steps, his two arms suddenly weakened, he couldn't put it on his shoulders, and a shocking piece of bone appeared at his elbow, bloody, with some epibones and bloody tendons.

On the other hand, the little boss ghost thing was just shocked by this force, took a few steps back, and was unharmed, and was even stirred up by Sikong!

'Mistaken! ’

Sikong turned around and fled without hesitation, but there was some chagrin in his heart.

His spiritual domain value of up to 30 points, and the martial arts consciousness driven by the spiritual domain value have always been his means of pressing the bottom of the box, and they are the most important hole cards.

With an extremely rare sense of martial arts, coupled with the indomitable and 100% exertion of his strength, Sikong can be said to be a god and Buddha who is not afraid, and wanders among high-dimensional cultivators unscathed.

Even, dragging the damaged body, he only used one trick to kill the grimace.

Extremely proud, the horse's hooves are in the spring breeze, and there is inevitably some arrogance in my heart.

But at this moment, these ethereal ghosts in front of him, the physical damage is almost ineffective, even the martial arts consciousness has many constraints, and it can only protect Sikong himself from the persecution of the ghosts' yin qi.

Now, Sikong is a lowly repairer, with no confidence at all, and he truly understands the cruel gap between different realms.

Life and death are not up to you.

The little boss ghost is like a maggot with bones, fluttering towards Sikong, so fast that it catches up with Sikong fleeing on the street in the blink of an eye.

Sikong frowned, couldn't care about much, and bit out half a gap on the tip of his tongue, forcing out his already rare essence blood.

'Duh! ’

The essence blood is a little viscous lead mercury-like, crystal clear, and there is a blazing light precipitated in the red, and at this moment, it is like a cannonball, shooting at the chasing little boss ghost.

Sure enough, this little boss was very jealous of this drop of essence blood, like a paper man, weirdly sticking to the ground, narrowly avoiding the essence blood.

Seeing that a ghost thing that was also chasing after him didn't have time to react, he was hit through the ghost body by the essence blood, and after a crackling sound, it turned into billowing black smoke.

And the essence blood remained unchanged, piercing the next three ghosts one after another, and this was completely exhausted.

Sikong looked at the cunning little boss ghost that even had remnants of his sanity before his death, and he was about to squirt out a drop of essence blood.

The little boss retreated fearfully, and Sikong did not hesitate, taking advantage of this gap to quickly open the distance.

Sikong turned his mind back and forth, seeking a way to break the situation.

Along the way, his eyes rolled wildly, and he roughly saw the situation clearly.

It's not really an underground dwelling, or rather, not all.

It's just because he only saw a dead and resurrected corpse along the way, but there was no shadow of half a living person.

It seems that he broke into the world of the dead.

The stars who once died in the underground dwelling turned into ghosts and asked him, the only living person, to be buried with him.

There was a steady stream of ghosts emerging from the dark alleys, and Sikong naturally didn't dare to approach them.

Even in the underground dark river not far away, Sikong was sharp-eyed, and his mind saw the tumbling river underneath, occasionally revealing a huge rotten back, paddling across the river.

Terrifying and terrifying, I'm afraid it's some large underground prehistoric creature.

'Then the only place to go is the stone platform where the poisonous wolves of the past generations gave speeches when they came to power! It can be said that the soul of the entire poisonous wolf star is gathered there, which may make these ghosts fearful! ’

Sikong's footsteps are non-stop, and he walks shyly and ups and downs, so that the speed always maintains the peak speed of Mach 1.

Soon after, a nearly 100-meter vicissitudes of stone platform came into view.

At this point, there are indeed a lot fewer ghosts, and there are only a few ghosts that are chasing after Sikong.

Sikong swept up the stone platform in a few steps, and before Sikong could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw that on the stone platform, there was actually a jar of ashes!

A jar of glossy and moist, black and gold imperial black jade ashes altar is placed in the center of the stone platform, and it is engraved: worship the poisonous wolf

Outside this jar of columbarium, there are first four jars of jade moire columbarium, which are engraved with the names of the current nine big leaders.

After that, there are 36 jars of blue and white ceramic ashes, and more than 1,000 jars of black clay ashes.

Sikong even saw his own columbarium in the thirty-six jars of blue and white ceramic columbarium.

Priest, Sikong!