"Punching people?"

"Who are you going to beat?"

Hearing this, Meng Yu was a little stunned for a while.

Li Ling opened his mouth and said, "Don't worry about it so much."

"The situation is urgent, and in thirty minutes, there will be an old thing who is going to kill me, and the arrogance of the attitude has never been seen before! You can't bear to see the underworld sell the crown like this?"

After hearing the word fatal.

A strong murderous aura suddenly emerged from Meng Yu's cheeks.

Annoying?

Who the would dare to kill you?

To know.

At present, the task of reviving the underworld is all on the other party.

Even, the two judges, whether or not King Yama returns, also have a certain connection with Li Ling.

The other party caught so many weird things for the underworld.

Its merit is far from being reflected in the orthography in the merit book, if something happens to Li Ling, the flame that has been waiting for a hundred years to appear will be extinguished again.

There are still people who dare to touch the underworld?!

Are we really down?!

Meng Yu gritted his teeth: "How many shouts?!"

Li Ling: ?

No...

Sister...

It's not so outrageous to shout a few.

Pharaoh was not guilty of this.

If it weren't for the fact that this guy had absorbed the weird aura of the entire ghost town behind.

Otherwise, Li Ling felt that if he took more medicine, he could actually brush this alone.

But now, now that it's open, it's a little bit unplayable.

The Pharaoh couldn't afford it.

Then Li Ling simply couldn't afford to play.

Open hanging, right?

I'll open it too!

Feeling the murderous aura on Meng Yu's body, Li Ling spoke, "It's not so serious, it's more than enough to call Brother Bi'an over."

If he really shouted a few more, Li Ling felt a little desperate for the ghosts over there.

Meng Yu nodded and said, "Then you wait for me here for a while, and I'll go back when I go."

Fog shrouded.

The gates of the underworld opened.

Since Li Ling had stated in advance that the time was only half an hour, Meng Yu did not hesitate too much, his action was very fast, and he disappeared from sight in an instant.

Li Ling stood on the other side of the flower and waited silently, opening the thriller game interface by the way, and now... It is estimated that the deputy leader of the anomalous incident investigation team is estimated to be crazy.

Just as he expected.

As soon as it opens.

The screen is full of messages sent by the Guan Gang.

For this time the ghost town is about to invade reality.

The panic he showed was the first time he had been the deputy leader for so long.

Even when the Hundred Ghosts were in the night walk, the players and team members were injured by the ghost king, and the Guan Gang was never so panicked.

But this time, he had to panic.

Previously faced the Ghost King.

And now the one faced.

It is the existence of a few minutes that is enough to kill the ghost king in seconds.

The last time, the existence of the ghost king that Guan Bang saw was the old man in black who Li Ling shouted.

This level.

It's not at all what the federal hole cards can deal with now, some real murderous aura, the federal research office is still studying, at present, the way he can think of is to ask for help first...

This happened very suddenly, and no one expected that just entering the ghost town to explore would trigger such a series of fissions.

The most important point is that this pharaoh also has the ability to turn people into dry corpses, and then into his own subordinates.

At present, even if there are many people evacuated from the urban area urgently, there will definitely be a large number of people left in a short period of time, and their number is at least

Tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands.

If things are not controlled, the Pharaoh will not be dealt with...

Even the fall of an entire area is in the prediction.

Located within the Anomaly Investigation Team.

In the large screens that exude surging light, they are refracting the monitoring screen of Dongfeng Road, in the picture.

The FBI has cordoned off the surrounding area, and a very uncoordinated haze is emerging from the sidewalk.

Moreover, the scope of this fog is constantly expanding, and you can see the picture of the ghost town inside.

The dried corpses like armies were now neatly lined up at the foot of the pyramid, and the Pharaoh, holding the scepter in his hand high at this time, was a bloody color behind him.

It's a movie-like image that now appears in reality, giving people a powerful sense of unreality and fear.

Some members of the Investigation Bureau who had already arrived and had the identity of players, looking at the spreading fog and the Pharaoh who ruled tens of thousands of dried corpses inside, the whole person's mood could only be described in four words.

Get one’s dander up.

For these players.

The ghost general level in the dungeon may already be a very tricky existence.

The ghost king only exists in the word of mouth of other players, and in front of him...

Judging by the intelligence of the deputy team leader.

It took a few minutes to slaughter the four ghost kings, and it took more than ten minutes to control tens of thousands of strange corpses.

Moreover, this is far from its peak, and at present, the pharaoh is still in a stage of recovery.

Once they enter the real world, they wreak havoc and successfully return to their peak state...

This is a huge disaster for the entire Federation.

The threat brought by the other party is a hundred times stronger than that of a hundred ghosts walking at night.

The latter also requires a lot of planning and arrangement.

And in front of this pharaoh.

There are no plans that can be carried out, and there are no useful arrangements, and under the crushing of absolute strength, everything is a floating cloud.

Now...

Who can come out and be the savior?

Guan Bang's mood now is extremely desperate.

Just the few minutes they came out of the ghost town.

The haze is spreading at a rate visible to the naked eye, and it has spread several times, even...

Some of the spirits that wandered back in the sky had come out of the mist, and the players were trying to get rid of them.

Some players with ordinary strength will not play any role in this occasion at all, and will even help them, and now, the idea of Guan Bang is to call some powerful players as much as possible to help resist this pharaoh.

He had already contacted Li Ling, but the other party asked for a rope to reassure him... I don't know what I want to do, in the battle just now, even he fell into disadvantage.

"Deputy Team Leader... I've contacted the second chair and chief of the Ghost Riding Church... The other party said that there was nothing they could do about it, and they couldn't handle it."

"Deputy Team Leader... There's a message from the Church of the Roses... said that he could send a few "knights" to help..."

"Deputy team leader, do you want to contact Elder Yang..."

One message after another kept coming to my ears.

Guan Bang only felt that his brain was a pulp lake, he opened the thriller game interface, and was about to contact a few more players, but at this time, Li Ling's information suddenly came.

He took a closer look at the message.

Suddenly.

The chaotic thoughts in my mind were instantly unraveled.

Guan Bang suddenly lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then looked at the member on the side wistfully: "Elder Yang doesn't need to be contacted."

"Huh?"

The member was stunned for a moment, then looked at the screen again, "But..."

Guan Bang exhaled a puff of smoke: "It's okay, send more people over, and in addition, let the knights of the Rose Church not rush over first, there is no need to call people again."

The voice landed.

The entire institution was in a state of silence.

"Deputy Team Leader..."

"I know it's going to be difficult, it's almost impossible to deal with... But as long as there is a glimmer of hope, we need to fight for it."

"If you mess up again at this time, it's really over, and more than 100,000 households in the city will die."

Listen to this sudden exhortation.

Guan Bang was snorting a cigarette, and he couldn't help choking, he shook the ash of the cigarette, and slapped the back of the group member: "Bastard, who said I was going to mess up?"

The group members were a little confused: "Then you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Guan Bang opened his mouth to explain, "That's because I have already found a guy who came to help just now."

The group members were still confused: "One?"

Guan Bang nodded, "Yes, one."

"Just this one, all the churches just now together are probably not enough for this fight, if he can't solve it, then there is really no way."

"Please make the picture bigger and concentrate it in the fog, and go buy two more buckets of popcorn by the way."

"Lao Tzu wants to see this pharaoh beaten with his own eyes."

.....

.....

A misty flower from the other side.

A figure emerged from the slowly disappearing mist.

Dressed in white, with a scroll in his hand, he looks very tall and thin, with prominent cheekbones, and a tall white hat on it.

This person is Bai Wuchang, Xie Bi'an.

However, at this time, the other party's cheeks had faded away from the warm jade-like bookish anger when they first met, and their expression was gloomy, and after seeing Li Ling, they only said eight words.

"Who dares to touch you? Bring me to him."

Li Ling coughed: "This person is in a thriller game, how to get in... Something special."

Bai Wuchang frowned: "What method?"

Li Ling took out a rope: "Use this thing to hang yourself... In a few moments the soul will enter a ghost town, and the one who wants to take my life will be in it."

Bai Wuchang took the rope and said, "Little things, how long does it take?"

Li Ling looked at the time for a while, and asked for a few more minutes... He was about to be dragged in because of the curse of the Pharaoh, so he said, "It's almost now."

Bai Wuchang nodded, and hung the rope around his neck, without even making strangulation marks, and after a while, a soul that was indistinguishable from the main body floated out.

Li Ling nodded and waited silently, and the scarlet handwriting appeared in his sight.

This was supposed to be a countdown for the thriller game to prepare for itself.

But now it's different.

Now it becomes the countdown to the death of the Pharaoh.

Along with the scarlet number is attributed to 0.

An inexplicable suction force suddenly dragged Li Ling into another space.

He opened his eyes.

He found himself only a few tens of meters in front of the Pharaoh at this time, floating in the air, and below him, an army of tens of thousands of dried corpses was ready to go, waiting for the mist to completely take shape and invade reality in one fell swoop.

"Hehe... I said you can't run away."

"It's just your last dose of pills, don't struggle."

The Pharaoh looked at Li Ling, his eyes revealing a bit of indifference, as if he was looking at a dead man.

And in the face of this remark.

Li Ling was unmoved, and even almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

"You'll wait..."

"I called someone to come over, can you pretend to be okay later?"

The Pharaoh shook his head and sighed helplessly, "How about using this method to survive for a few minutes?"

"Don't miss a big deal."

It waved the scepter in its hand, the pearlescent gems on it flashed, and in the next second, the figure instantly came to Li Ling's face, and the scepter with a strong divinity smashed directly into Li Ling's head.

And just as the light was about to touch itself.

An unfathomable aura like an abyss spread from the southwest, like a swimming dragon, rushing over in an instant.

The pharaoh's face was instantly shocked, he took up the shield on his body, and was smashed by this breath, and his body fell directly into the pyramid behind him, only to hear a vibration, and the entire pyramid collapsed.

Bai Wuchang's figure slowly emerged, and he looked indifferently at the pharaoh who was standing up from the pyramid, and asked, "Is he going to hurt you?"

Li Ling said, "Yes."

Bai Wuchang frowned: "I don't know if I live or die."

When the words landed, he stretched out his hand, and a surging divinity poured out of his forehead and gathered at his fingertips, and the word "bind" was written in the air.

In the next second, the binding was like a spirit, and it instantly threw itself into the pyramid.

The Pharaoh was undecided, and before he could recover from the blow he had just made, he saw a gold-lettered shop coming towards him.

It didn't think about it, and the scepter also gushed out of the divinity, turning into a shield to guard, the two divinities were opposed, and the pharaoh's dark golden glow was contrasted with the white impermanence, and the fragile one was like a paper lake, and it was instantly restrained.

After realizing the seriousness of the matter.

The Pharaoh did not hesitate any longer, and one of the jewels set in the staff exploded at this moment.

Several incomparably pure divine powers poured into his body, he roared angrily, and the corpse-like body actually emitted a kind of god-like light, and the dead qi in his body rose to the sky, blending with the blood clouds in the sky, forming tens of thousands of screaming and hideous evil ghosts, rushing towards Li Ling.

Bai Wuchang's face was expressionless, he stretched out his hand, and swept forward, as if to drive away flies, and the yin qi instantly melted away, and in a breath, all of them were destroyed, and not a single resentful soul survived.

Even the blood-colored sky that had been piled up over the ghost town for thousands of years was swept away.

It's like an autumn wind sweeping away leaves.

No more blood.

"A little trick... Dare to make a mistake?!"

Xie Bi'an scolded in his mouth, made a sword finger with his hand, and with a slight touch, the yin qi turned into a dark fire, and instantly rushed towards the other party.

And the Pharaoh was still thinking of using the same way he had dealt with Li Ling before, absorbing the power of tens of thousands of ghosts and trying to resist, but this time...

In just an instant, the Immortal Fire directly pierced through the dead qi and slapped on the Pharaoh's body with a devastated formation.

The fire burns brightly.

No matter what, it can't be extinguished.

The layer of bandages wrapped around the pharaoh's body was instantly scorched, and the newly recovered body suffered a heavy blow, and the whole person was like a puddle of mud, under the scorching fire of the hell, the skin and flesh fused together, and fell drop by drop.

It wailed bitterly, and another jewel shattered from the staff, and divinity extinguished the fire.

At this time, the other party can only use the word "human form" to describe it, the facial features are glued together, the whole body is full of blood blisters, and there are a few burnt yellow bandages left, and the whole person is stunned and looks at the white-clothed man in the sky who ignores him.

This... Who the hell is it?

The pharaoh had no time to think about it.

Because the opponent's second attack has arrived.

One by one, the small golden characters, in the other party's writing, seemed to have an aura, rushing towards themselves.

It clenched its staff, just touching the word "bundle."

The word was pasted up, covering his body, and the suppressive force it carried was even a hundred times stronger than the bandage on his body, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free, and only the use of divinity had a partial effect.

The Pharaoh was about to detonate the jewel on his staff again.

The next second.

The other few words "sealed" were like steel nails, pierced into his body, and the majestic death qi in his body was instantly blocked, unable to be used or absorbed, plus this bundle of words, so that the pharaoh could not move at all now.

The staff he was holding in his hand also fell to the ground.

"It's useless."

Bai Wuchang glanced at the frightened Pharaoh underground, and suddenly looked a little melancholy: "What the hell is down... When did this kind of thing dare to provoke the underworld."

He looked around and pointed to the weird tens of thousands of corpses that had turned into dried corpses below: "Do you want me to clean up these?"

Li Ling coughed twice: "It's coming."

Bai Wuchang understood, slapped down with the palm he stretched out, and the yin qi in his body seemed to fall like a thousand waves of the sea, instantly crushing these dry corpses below who were ready to go, and then with a move of his hand, they were all sent back to the soul collecting flag.

Handsome.

Handsome.

Meanwhile.

Located in the underground structure of the Anomalous Time Investigation Team.

A group of team members were staring intently at the misty picture at this time, and their eyes were stunned.

Although the picture is more ambiguous.

But I could still vaguely see an elder in a white robe appearing.

A few words suppressed the pharaoh on the spot, unable to move, and not even a single speck of dust was touched on his body.

One palm swept away the blood-colored clouds, and the other palm suppressed tens of thousands of dried ghouls.

Look at the scene.

There is only one emotion left in their hearts.

How can you be so handsome?!

!

Coach, I want to learn this!

The other side.

Guan Bang sat in a chair, munching on popcorn with a crooked smile.

Good boys.

Is this the connection of the elder?

There was a man in black before.

Now there's a white one again.

Black and white are impermanent, right?

Looking at the pharaoh with a bewildered face and didn't know what was happening.

Guan Bang decisively opened the thriller game and sent a message to Li Ling.

[Guan Bang: Elder, please help me give it two more sticks. 】

The screen transitions to a ghost town.

Look at the message that pops up.

Li Ling couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

I sent barrage and belonged to yes.

After disposing of these results.

As soon as Bai Wuchang's mind moved, the pharaoh who was bound by the golden characters was instantly detained, and his body couldn't move, and the scepter, which was originally like an artifact, had no effect at all at this time.

"I'll leave it to you."

Impermanence turned his head and said to Li Ling.

Hear this.

A smile appeared on Li Ling's cheeks.

OK.

Or Bai Wuchang is thoughtful.

I also specially sent it over to relieve my anger.

Looking at the pharaoh with a shocked face in front of him, Li Ling leaned over: "Do you have anything to say?"

"What do you want to say?"

Hear this inquiry.

Pharaoh looked at the deserted street.

He looked back at the completely shattered pyramid, his eyes full of innocence and despair.

a few minutes ago.

He is still standing on the pyramid, under him are tens of thousands of ghost city corpse soldiers, the fog is about to condense, all you need to do is to call the other party back, kill them, absorb the last of the power, and then be able to enter reality, slaughter on a large scale, restore themselves to their peak state, and recast the glory of the pharaoh.

But.

A few minutes later.

Using his own curse, the Pharaoh managed to get the other back.

But he didn't expect it.

only

In just half an hour, this guy called a helper to enter together.

Wrong.

It's not about shouting helpers.

This went out and got a plug-in to get in.

It had not felt such a difference in strength for a long time.

Even to fight, you have to destroy the gems on the staff to be able to do so...

Who the hell is this?

The pharaoh's eyes were glazed, and now everything was in vain.

After thousands of years of persistence and thousands of years of waiting, in order to break open this cocoon, he thought that today would be the first step for him to start a dynasty.

But I didn't think of it.

Today is the first step in the ground.

Seeing each other silent.

Li Ling was a little unhappy.

Loaded.

Why don't you keep pretending?

Strike hard in the face of the weak, and only promise in the face of the strong.

Take a deep breath.

Li Ling took out the mourning stick.

Pharaoh was a little stunned: "What are you going to do?"

"What?"

Li Ling didn't speak, and directly threw a stick on the other party's head, using practical actions to help himself respond.

After some time.

The Pharaoh, who was already inhuman, was beaten again.

Its image can only be said to be miserable.

"Huh..."

Li Ling paused for a short time.

The Pharaoh was prostrate on the ground, and a hideous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Let's fight... All that I have suffered now, one day my people will return to you..."

"Compatriots?"

Li Ling frowned, "What do you mean by that?"

"*** still pretended to be with me?!"

"Do you understand the gold content of the underworld?!"

Hearing this, Li Ling did not hesitate, and threw another stick over, pulling up the other party's dog head.

The pharaoh was expressionless: "Sooner or later, they will help me avenge me."

Li Ling: ...

Hear this.

He couldn't help but sink into deep self-doubt.

In the end, I can't wield a knife... Or are these guys really floating?

Are they all so confident?

How do you dare to compete with power?!

Behind me is the underworld, and behind you is a group of stinky fish and shrimp?

That's it.

Brought back to the underworld for torture.

Let's ask where the rest of this guy's compatriots are.

When the time comes, let their brothers reunite and feel what is called the dimensionality reduction blow from the underworld forces in the underworld.