More than a dozen strange figures suddenly appeared in front of Wang Quanquan, and with just one glance, he quickly hid behind Yao Lu.

"What do you do?" The woman frowned slightly.

"Don't talk yet." The king's face is serious.

Yao Lu thought he had some plan, so he obediently shut up, but after waiting for a while, he didn't see any action, so he couldn't help but turn around and whisper:

"What the hell do you want to ......?"

Halfway through her words, she was stunned, because the other party was a big man, like a quail, shrunk his tall body behind him, lowered his head and closed his eyes, and kept muttering:

"Can't see me, can't see me..."

There was a feng shui gentleman in the ancestor of the Wang Quanquan family, and he had to be called Taiye according to his generation.

Choosing cemeteries, doing white things, tying paper figures, and making coffins, the master is proficient in everything, but unfortunately there are no heirs, and this craft has not been passed down.

When Wang Quanquan's grandfather was a child, he always liked to pester that uncle to tell stories, and he was not afraid of gods and monsters, and when he had grandchildren, he would miss his childhood from time to time, so Wang Quanquan lived in fear of being dominated by ghost stories throughout his childhood.

……

More than a dozen figures painted red and painted green quickly floated to the front, and Yao Lu saw that he was unreliable, so he could only grit his teeth and rush forward.

More than a dozen people on the opposite side were all right-handed mourners, with a hanging rope on their left hand, all of them were dressed in paper clothes, and a miserable white face was painted with exaggerated blush.

The woman's fists were invincible to her four hands, and she was soon surrounded by the other party in the middle, she looked anxiously to this side, but saw that Wang Quanquan was still squatting in place with his head covered, muttering something in his mouth.

"Red embroidered shoes...... Green Skull...... A hand on the window in the middle of the night......"

Wang Quanquan's voice trembled, with an expression on his face that he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and the whole person was obviously on the verge of collapse.

If a person is too frightened, it will turn into anger, which can make him forget his fear and not be afraid of death.

The next moment, Wang Quanquan suddenly got up, his expression stiffened and tilted his head to look here, the corners of his mouth opened a little, and he said with a strange smile:

"You forced me."

More than a dozen of the Demonstratives dressed in creepy clothes were startled by him.

Wang Quanquan's double swords slowly came out of their sheaths, and their bodies swept upward, and before the other party could react, he had already put the long sword on the neck of one of them, and the blade of the sword did not hesitate to slash over, and immediately took off a head.

Someone was shocked by his momentum, and subconsciously waved the medium mourning stick in his hand, Wang Quanquan's eyes were crazy, and he raised his sword to meet the attack, and between the lightning and flint, not only cut off the opponent's weapon, but also split his body into two.

Killing two people in an instant, he always had a hideous smile on his face, and he couldn't stop muttering something, and the rest of the Netherworld people didn't care about it when they saw this, and they all shot out to deal with this ruthless man.

More than ten mourning sticks were smashed down at the same time, and Wang Quanquan quickly raised his sword to parry, Rao is god cultivation, but he was still inevitably smashed dozens of zhang.

Looking at the hanging ropes dangling in the hands of the "paper people", Wang Quanquan was completely stimulated, and his already crazy eyes oozed blood.

In his eyes, more than a dozen people have become desperate ghosts, and they are the kind that suddenly appeared in the thatched hut in the middle of the night.

……

A sword aura rushed into the sky, taking away the three people in an instant, and Wang Quanquan's figure appeared behind the other two, quickly stabbing out two swords.

At the same time, the peach blossoms in the center of the crowd exploded, and thousands of small blades flashed with cold light, like raindrops smashing through everyone's bodies.

One after another, the Netherworld people fell down with reluctance and terror, and when the royal authority stood firm again, there was only one "paper man" left on the scene, and one of his arms had been cut off in the melee just now.

Horror appeared on the Netherworld's pale face, and at this moment he finally heard the man's words:

"Kill, I'm going to kill you all."

He was completely frightened by the man in front of him, dropped his weapon and turned around and ran, in order to get rid of the other party's clutches, he even did not hesitate to burn his soul to cast a spatial secret technique.

When his figure completely disappeared from sight, Wang Quanquan stopped his pursuit, and his expression changed from crazy to confused:

"I beat them away?"

He turned his head to look at Miaolu, "I've overcome my fears?" ”

The woman's face twitched, do you call this fear?

……

In Nether territory, a white figure staggered out of the crack, his face flustered, and kept repeating a terrifying story in his mouth:

A madman with two swords, who takes pleasure in hunting the Netherworld, has a sinister smile on his lips, and keeps saying "Kill, kill", and will quietly come to you when night falls......

In the thousands of years that followed, this story was once used by Nether parents to scare disobedient children, and the kingship became an indelible childhood nightmare for countless Netherworlds.

……

There are tens of thousands of monks gathered in the eastern battlefield, except for a few Mahayana powerhouses, the rest are insignificant supporting roles.

These supporting characters did not get by because of their low cultivation, they couldn't decide the battle situation, but they still burst out within their own power to not lose the brilliance of the protagonist.

At the back of the Yang Cang camp, a five-person team composed of three immortal monks was moving forward against the attack, and at the front of the team, the main battle of the Litang Hall rode a big green bull, walking side by side with a fat woman riding a giant crocodile in the Rhizo Sect.

Zhan Jian learned a set of defensive techniques from Li Heixiong, and more than 200 air pockets around his body were opened, and layers of thick air films blocked most attacks.

The woman riding the giant crocodile was not far behind, her mountain-like body didn't seem to feel pain, and the magic weapon bombarded her body like a mud cow into the sea, except for splashing a few ripples, it couldn't cause damage at all.

The two mounts are both famous beasts on the list of the Thorn Sect, the green ox is powerful and thick-skinned, covered with armor, and the two huge horns are faintly glowing with jet-black luster.

After seeing the blood, the green bull became even more violent, so that the battle calf was a little uncontrollable, so he could only barely control the direction and let it toss hard.

Compared with the green bull, the giant crocodile next to him seemed much calmer, opening its huge mouth and swallowing many monks alive, but there was always coldness in his eyes, and a tail swept over, always clearing a clearing in the crowd.

Relying on the advantage of refining their bodies, the two rode strange beasts all the way to go on a rampage, clearing a path for the team. Many monks were broken by these two light and heavy beasts, and lost their combat effectiveness for a while, while the three companions who followed closely behind seized the time to rush forward, aiming directly at the floating magic weapon a hundred zhang away.

More and more people noticed this side and began to spontaneously converge here, and under the interception of various magic magic weapons, the speed of the two strange beasts was gradually slowed down, and there were even a few pauses in the middle.

Zhan Jian knew that he would not last long, and said:

"Sophist, it's your turn."

As soon as the words fell, a white man behind him waved several silk threads with both hands and drilled into the bodies of the green bull and the giant crocodile, and the aura of the two strange beasts skyrocketed, each let out a roar, and its appearance changed.

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(End of chapter)