Chapter Twenty-Five: I Suspect You Are a Bunch of False Ghosts

Dead.

Life is fragile, and life is also stubborn.

Among the chosen ones present, except for Hei Lao Wu or Qiao Chuqing, who has seen a dead person.

At best, I see a little bit of a story on the TV news, and very few people can see a big living person die in front of them.

Of course, strangers are not human.

Although the Alien is a humanoid creature, it turns into a black liquid when it dies, giving the impression that the Alien is not the same as a human.

Therefore, seeing the strange ghost die, the hearts of the chosen ones did not fluctuate.

But now they have fluctuations, not only do they have, but they even want to scream.

The appearance of the first victim does not mean the end.

Because some people saw the strange ghost rushing towards them, they immediately broke away from the group, ran away alone, and were targeted by the strange ghost.

The stranger has no habit of playing with its prey, and when it catches up with the fugitive, it is immediately a sword through the chest.

The unwilling wails before death sounded one after another, echoing in the dark forest road, which made people even more frightened.

"Damn it!"

Ten seconds ago, Yang Xia was still worried about whether he would be caught and sliced for study after he exposed his ability.

Now, Yangxia doesn't need to think about this anymore, because...

"You monsters, all of them should be damned!"

Yang Xia was angry.

"Snort~~~~"

The air burst again, and a strong wind was blowing.

Bang bang ...

Within three seconds, the angry young man threw more than a hundred and fifty punches.

The strange ghosts in the range of the raging wind all flew up, and under Yang Xia's high-frequency attack, they stayed in the air for several seconds.

Until Yang Xia reappeared, his limbs trembled and softened, and he almost couldn't stand.

Those wandering spirits fell heavily.

"Damn, who is this guy, so fierce. ”

Hei Lao Wu opened his mouth, and he couldn't say half a good word in half a ring.

He couldn't beat a strange ghost even with all his might, and he was almost stabbed out of three knives and six holes.

But this young man who looked like Sven Wen actually knocked down more than a dozen strange ghosts at once, bluffing the other strange ghosts to stop and wander around the periphery, not daring to step forward.

"It's a little funny. ”

Song Yu stood not far away and watched, neither planning to come out to rob the monster, nor intending to interfere in it.

Integrals had no effect on Song Yu.

If you want, you can just let the Radiant Juggernaut brush a few million points for yourself.

But what if you brush it, it can't only be used in the virtual world, which is not in Zhou Zhou's interests at all.

What Zhou Zhou wants is to be sanctified and an ancestor in the real world, beyond fate, not to be a supreme god in a virtual world.

"Hey! What kind of person is this young man, he obviously doesn't feel the power of the annoying magic or the blood of the martial arts, but he can make such an amazing move. ”

A glimmer of essence flashed in Qiu Renjie's gentle eyes.

Several ghost cultivators in the Huiyang Ghost Building looked at Song Yu at the same time, and even Qiao Chuqing was a little curious.

There seem to be many new things in modern society that they have never heard of.

"It's an ability, and it's another path from the way of art and martial arts. ”

Song Yu briefly introduced.

He wasn't going down the path of abilities, so he knew very little about them.

The dozen or so wraiths that had been knocked down struggled to their feet, wisps of black smoke wrapped around their bodies, and their injuries were quickly healed with a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yang Xia's eyes showed a little helplessness.

He's done his best.

The muscles and bones all over the body were moaning/moaning, soreness and pain, it was like running a 20-kilometer marathon, and it was no longer able to withstand the higher intensity of movement and high-frequency attacks.

Yi Xiaoshan also encountered the same problem, no matter how hard he hit those strange ghosts, as long as he didn't completely dissect them, even if he cut off his arms or smashed his head, the dead qi in their bodies would not dissipate.

As if sensing that the crowd had no means to restrain them, the strange spirits began to press in, gradually forming an encirclement.

The space was oppressed, and the chosen ones gathered into two groups intentionally or unintentionally, Song Yu, Qiao Chuqing and other ghost cultivators were a group, and the remaining twenty or so chosen ones were another group.

Seeing the strange ghost about to move, a girl who was so frightened that she was about to collapse let out a desperate cry.

"Why can't you kill?"

Why can't you kill?

This question also echoes in the hearts of many people, not including Song Yu.

"There must be a way, the last monster to get fucked was..."

"I see, special weapons are needed!"

"It's the dagger. ”

At this moment, as long as you are not an idiot, you will remember the scene when Jon killed the strange ghost with a dagger, and then deduce the role of the black dagger in his hand.

"Damn, I knew I should have snatched the dagger from that damn native first. ”

The eyed man hiding in the innermost part of the pile muttered quietly, his face full of resentment.

"Huh?"

Song Yu's gaze suddenly projected on, sharp as two cold and shining fairy swords.

"Scared~"

The man with glasses hurriedly covered his mouth, trying his best to make his presence a little lower.

It wasn't until Song Yu turned his gaze away, his face seemed a little puzzled, and he glanced at other places, that he breathed a sigh of relief.

It was so dangerous! I was almost discovered.

The man with glasses was secretly lucky, and at the same time there was a hint of pride in his heart.

What about the Taoist priests in Kunlun, it's not that they can't discover my existence.

Hum!

Although my abilities are still very weak, they can only weaken a certain sense of existence, and they can't completely make me disappear from the impression of others.

But one day, I can swagger up to you and stab you to death with a knife!

The glasses man's eyes stared at the other side, falling on Qiao Chuqing, Song Chuying, and Zhou Youhe, three beauties with different styles who were chatting and laughing with Song Yu, full of greed and lust.

"Oh, this ability is a bit of a novelty, it lowers the sense of presence, is this a conceptual erasure of one's own existence, or is it a regular erasure of other people's feedback on oneself?"

Song Yu was talking and laughing with Qiao Chuqing, while silently deliberating the essence of the glasses man's ability in his heart.

Didn't you find out? What are you kidding!

On their own turf, these Chosen ones are like bare/naked lambs, exposed to his gaze, with all personal information at a glance.

Just one ability, not to mention the initial awakening, even if the awakening is complete, it can't hide Song Yu's broken demon eye.

The reason why I ignore it is just disdain.

Someone like the glasses man, who has no ability but hides in the corner all day long, is everywhere, and if he pays attention to them one by one, Zhou Zhou will be annoyed to death.

Let him fend for himself, anyway, this kind of guy can't survive half an episode if he puts it on TV.

The wraiths were divided into two sides, and on each side there were seventeen or eighteen of them, and they surrounded all the chosen ones.

"Sister Chu Qing, Sister Ying, Sister Youhe, what should I do?"

Yi Xiaoshan kept scanning left and right, and his voice was slightly solemn.

He had done his best, but it was very ineffective.

Only seven or eight strange ghosts attacked at the same time, and they entangled Yi Xiaoshan, whose strength was obviously crushing the strange ghosts.

During the battle, Yi Xiaoshan solved one, but it was he who forcibly tore it apart and killed it under the attack of other strange ghosts.

You can't do that now, there are too many strangers.

"Let me do it. ”

Yi Xiaoshan's donkey skills are poor, and Song Yu is no longer low-key, the corners of his mouth are chuckled, and he teased: "Your ghost cultivation is good, but the means are much worse, you only know how to use yin and evil ghosts to increase your strength or hit people out." ”

"I suspect you're a bunch of fake ghosts. ”