"Huh?"

The general ghost turned his head and glanced at the pen and paper that was screwed into his waist, and then looked up at Bai Ziliang's highest combat power, the number one sixth old man on the night freshman list, and the soul fire burning in the hollow of his eyes became more and more vigorous.

"Hoo ......"

The scene was silent, only faintly audible, and the sound of the wind.

For a time, the clouds did not move, and the grass and trees stopped.

Until the end, Sister Ziliang, who was wearing a floral dress, could only hear her own thin breathing.

"Wow! Yikes! Yikes! ”

At this moment, the general ghost roared, and the dark green ghost fire hanging in his eyes instantly turned blood red, and the faint purple light that lingered around his body, which was almost black, also had a tendency to transform into orange light.

"Kill!"

The low-level "spirits" are incomprehensible and spiritually incomplete, which is the consensus of the people of the two worlds of Dajing and Blue Star.

Because of this, Ji Nian was so shocked when he saw the so-called "green mountain colorful king" Yin Zun through a shared vision.

Now, this shock has hit Bai Ziliang's head without any difference.

Although this general ghost does not have the wisdom of ordinary people like Yin Zun, just being able to speak is enough to break the common sense concept established by Bai Ziliang in the past 20 years.

Fortunately, after the "Roshan" level, he is no longer "Wuxia Ameng", and he got rid of the shock in the blink of an eye, and drew several blue skill cards from Zhihai.

[Paper Tie Method: Ten Thousand Arrows Fly Together], [Rain Pouring Pear Blossoms, Punishment of Covering Silk], [Paper Spear Penetrating the Body], [Paper Kite Casting Lamp Method]......

The long night, the shimmer is blue, from top to bottom, and the head is covered.

It is also Bai Ziliang's usual "bomber" tactic.

It's just that this time, he didn't use the sixth brother of Feng Yuqing.

Instead, let the two warriors, [Paperweight Horizontal Knife Zhao Baisheng] and [Killing Paper Wheel Gai Tianxiong], each cast their own spells and contained them from the side.

The sword light is white, and it is like a wave rolling up; The paper wheels were flying, and paper money was sprinkled one after another.

Feng Yuqing, who secretly protected Bai Ziliang, also made a move at this time, slapped his hands, and lifted a paper Roshan Old Buddha behind him.

With a fleshy bun on his head and compassion in his eyes, he smiled very strangely, exaggerated and brilliant but lifeless, just like the common folk mask with a big head.

He also saw that his shoulders were wide and his body was thick, and the fat flesh tied with yellow paper was stacked, and from it leached slightly blackened lard.

The monk's robe sewn from the shroud was very fat, and the paper-tied Roshan Buddha raised his hand to probe, revealing the cuffs with dark red blood clots, and instantly crushed a large number of towering trees, which was like destroying and decaying.

Paper Binding Roshan Buddha, Blue Product Skill Card, Horizontal Knife Zhao Baisheng, Paper Wheel Gai Tianxiong...... Each occupies the front and back of the general's ghost, and kills from these four corners.

The surging air waves stirred up layers of smoke screens, countless flowers and branches collided, and the asphalt road that was only built a few years ago was completely lifted away.

The general ghost burst out, and a strange black gas that Bai Ziliang had never seen before rolled up all over his body.

The black mist with a faint grimace floating, pushed by the infinite waves of qi, corroded the vegetation and trees around it like a strong acid.

Seeing this, Bai Ziliang raised his hand and waved, riding the paper kite, and drilled into the small blue product field called [Paper Wedding, Leftovers and Cold Burning].

As an orange five-star Kaling, Feng Yuqing's actions were faster than him, and he was still holding a paper fan in his hand, smiling and fanning.

Brother Ziliang didn't bother to pay attention to him, and watched the battle with all his heart.

Three Kaqi kills the "bomber" of Gafugosa coins.

This set of simple and crude tactics is played, not to mention the general ghost who is still in the purple five-star, or the orange "wild spirit" that can be counted in the Qingshan area, and he also has to hate the northwest.

But the general ghost in front of him has a tenacity far beyond his peers.

The dry bones of the rotting horses beneath the seat were torn open and fell into the river with a scream.

He stood tall with a carp, turned over, stood still in the wind, and his carrion was torn apart by Zhao Baisheng's knife wind.

The palm of the paper Roshan Buddha fell, as if the sky was falling.

Gai Tianxiong's paper wheel was thrown, the organs in the plate moved together, the miserable white paper money was raised, and the night patent [Demon Fire in the Demon Capital] rustled like raindrops.

There are six [Paper] series blue skill cards, in the form of paper spears, arrows, yellow silks, paper kites, etc., smashing their heads and covering their faces.

Paper, which is produced from trees and is light-thin, fell into the hands of the Bai family, and became the most terrifying thing to kill.

The general ghost didn't check for a while, and was soaked with yellow paper floating from nowhere, pasting the door, and the perception of his whole body was all held back.

Seeing this, Gai Tianxiong raised his hand to see a paper wheel, which was in the middle of the general's chest.

The paper Zha Roshan Buddha pointed out with a smile again, and pressed the head of the general ghost back and forth, like grinding a bedbug.

Lao Liufeng Yuqing has always been a "hero" in this kind of tailwind situation, and he only hid side by side with Bai Ziliang in the field, clapping his hands and summoning an ink dragon.

Only a river of ink was dragged out of mid-air, and it swept and rushed, as if to swallow the general's ghost into its belly.

The general ghost struggled to get up at this time, first tore off the yellow paper, and then waved his hand to sweep away the paper arrows that pierced his body, and the rusty knife in his palm danced, setting off a gust of fishy wind.

"Roar!"

It roared, opened its bloody mouth, and swallowed the flying ink dragon into its belly.

He stepped on the ground with two feet, and with the help of his strength, the rich and strange black mist dragged around it, and pulled out a pitch-black ribbon hundreds of meters long in the air, and the blade cut the head of the paper Roshan Buddha.

This paper Zafo is based on Roshan Wei, and it is also a "summon" of orange five-star Kaling, which is far less terrifying than it seems on the surface.

In the face of this scarlet blade, he only hastily raised one hand, and in an instant, it was cut off.

Gai Tianxiong also made a move at this time, poured enough yin qi, and threw the paper wheel that had just flown back into his hand again.

Zhao Baisheng saw the right time, took a few steps in a row, stepped on the ground, first stepped on the paper kite, and then boarded the paper wheel.

The general didn't look back, but just shook off the tattered, dirty and muddy dark gray cloak, and the long knife roared, cutting off the Buddha's head.

"Snort."

A mixture of black blood and pork fat splashed out from the severed head of the Roshan Buddha, and the paper-tied "Buddha head" fell straight down, gurgling and rolling to the small square next to the road, dyeing the lawn of thousands of square meters black and red.

"When !!"

At the same time, the paper-tied horizontal knife and the rusty red long knife collided violently, suddenly setting off a tsunami-like air wave.

Seeing this black and white figure stalemate in the air, the sword light flew together, you come and go.

Gai Tianxiong raised his hand and summoned a broken poplar tree from the side of the road, filled it with yin qi, and swung it out suddenly.

Then he kicked the ground with both feet, landed precisely on the straight trunk of the rushing tree, and with a hook of his hand, he recalled the paper wheel, and let it rotate rapidly until it made a piercing "gurgling" sound, and then pressed the back of the general's ghost with all his strength.

"Whew!"

The frantically rotating paper wheel knocked out a large area of black blood, bone residue, and rotten flesh, but this "injury" was completely restored by the strange black qi in an instant.

Rising up and shaking Zhao Baisheng back, the general ghost turned his head to look at Gai Tianxiong, tilted his head, and tried to pull the sticky carrion clinging to the skull, revealing a cruel smile.

Then, in Bai Ziliang's surprised gaze, regardless of the severed hand, he only grasped the paper wheel, and the other hand held the rusty red knife head, and stabbed it straight into Gai Tianxiong's neck.

Zhao Baisheng danced the horizontal knife and hurried over.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the dark gray cloak that fell behind the general's ghost suddenly moved, and a bloody human head flew out of it, only opening its fangs and mouth, biting Zhao Baisheng's neck to death.

"Is this really a purple spirit?"

Seeing this scene, Brother Ziliang couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

Thinking that there was a crack in the card and that it would take time to cultivate, he hurriedly took action and included Zhao Baisheng and Gai Tianxiong, who had not been hit hard, into the sea of knowledge.

The general ghost slowly turned his head at this moment, and the blood-red soul fire burning in his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the small realm folded in the other space, and cast a playful and greedy gaze at Bai Ziliang.

"Slot."

With just one eye at each other, Brother Ziliang overturned his previous speculation:

It's true that this general's ghost hides his strength, it's true that he wants to find blood food, and the "astringency" that he didn't think exists before is also true.

"In vain, I thought that we were both a generation of talented people who became famous at a young age, and I saved you a little face, and deliberately guessed to be 'serious'."

"You kid is a real ......"

Before Brother Ziliang finished speaking, the general ghost was already pushed by the black qi and crashed into this small blue product field called [Paper Wedding: Scraps of Cold Burning].

Through the dark red round table, a person and a ghost looked at each other from afar.

The general ghost stretched out his hand, which had only a little skin left, picked up a rotten roast chicken shaped like a toad from the table, handed it to his mouth, and chewed on the bone.

The wind was surging in the field, and the oil lamps on both sides began to shake slightly, flickering and flickering.

In this light and darkness, every time Brother Ziliang blinked, the general ghost would get a little closer.

It only took a few seconds for him to feel a fishy wind, a rich, pungent smell of putrid smell blending into it.

The beautiful makeup Ziliang "sister" is calm and expressionless, as if there are three hundred axes hiding behind the screen in this hall.

Seeing this, the general showed a playful smile, waved his hand suddenly, and fell on Brother Ziliang's head.

But I didn't notice that the "beauty" in front of me was hidden in the eyes behind the half-rimmed glasses, and there was a murderous float.

"Just take you to practice your hands."

Brother Ziliang said in his heart, and only poured most of his spiritual power into the orange-framed card he was holding tightly.

In the field, red satin flew, and the paper guests sitting in the hall turned their heads together, staring at the back of the general's ghost with their bloody eyes.

Feng Yuqing, who was full of spirituality, also put away the folding fan at this time, and the pale face reflected by the dim butter lamp was extremely cold and hard.

The Great War is about to begin.

The sudden change was to hit this person by surprise.

The [Thirteen Stations of the Netherworld], which had been raised to the purple product, suddenly stretched open, and in just an instant, it tore open the [Paper Wedding: Cold Soup] shrouded in lanterns, and the red satin swirled in the underworld.

Instead, there are two high mountains, one like a bird's beak and the other like a cockscomb, which are unattainable, and the road is obstructive and dangerous.

And on the top of these two mountains, each stands a burly figure more than ten meters high, a bull's head, a horse's head, a steel fork, and a horizontal long knife.

The dangerous mountains under the feet are scattered with iron trees and silver flowers, shrubs and thorns poured by molten steel, among which copper snakes swim, iron dogs are rampant, tigers and wolves are roaring, and golden roosters are fluttering.

Overhead, there was a river of dark yellow blood surging, and under his feet was a road covered with severed limbs and flesh, filled with blood mist, and there was no end in sight.

Countless shadows lined up, driven to the next stop by two shadows whose faces could not be seen clearly.

Bai Ziliang and the general ghost, who were pressed into the road by the turbulence of the realm, subconsciously did not dare to stop them, and each took a step back, looking at each other from a distance through the long line of ghosts.

I don't know how long later, seeing this group of ghosts gradually drifting away, stepping into the blood mist, one person and one ghost are about to strike.

But at this moment, the two burly figures that had stood on the top of the mountain jumped from the peak, and the dirt road spread out in all directions, causing the mountains to tremble.

Seeing this, Bai Ziliang was about to take a defensive posture, but a familiar voice lingered in his ears.

"Brother Ziliang, it's me." Ji Nian said with spiritual power.

"Xiao Nian?"

Bai Ziliang looked around, looking at the oppressive scene around him and the crimson demonic flowers swaying in the wind at his feet, he was still a little confused: "This is your new domain card." ”

"Well, I just made it, and it's the first time I've used it."

Ji Nian explained casually, looking at the general's ghost with a slightly solemn gaze.

He also watched the game between the other party and Brother Ziliang.

In his personal opinion, this extremely fierce purple five-star wild spirit was far from being Brother Ziliang's opponent.

If it was really a hard fight regardless of losses, it wouldn't take ten minutes for Brother Ziliang to take it.

But this is just a task, not so much to lose from the hole cards.

Second, for some reason, Ji Nian always felt that Brother Ziliang was a little powerless in the face of this general's ghost.

Just like when he faced Roshan Wei, his strength was obviously three or five times better, but he was stunned and walked away.

The look of wanting to make a killing move and having scruples is like a teacher watching students do dancing youth series radio exercises, which is indescribably awkward.

"Didn't you say that it was quite fierce in the magic capital? Why did you have soft feet when you returned to Qingshan? Not used to the local environment? ”

Ji Nian, who was sitting in the first station of the underworld, scratched his head a little puzzled: "No, he is a local." ”

Just as he was thinking hard, the bull-headed horse face that appeared in the posture of guarding the spirit of the station had already shot out together.

The complex sensory ["official" disease] characteristics suddenly exerted force, and with just one face, a lot of yin qi was stripped from the other party's body.

Before the war began, the general's momentum was scattered by six or seven.

And the strange black qi that had enveloped his body before seemed to feel the "fatal" crisis at this moment, and quietly retracted into the cloak.

Seems to be sane.

"Demonic energy?"

Ji Nian frowned slightly, and didn't pay too much attention to it, only let Niu Ye and Ma Ye indulge in the fight, and the new Fei Zombie Old Zongzi helped from the side.

Although this bull head and horse face is not a complete Kaling, and the skill characteristics are almost meaningless, it can't stand the hard foundation, and it has a home advantage.

The knife light flipped over, and soon the rusty red blade was clamped with a steel fork.

It's just that this general's ghost has extremely rich combat experience, and seeing that the long knife was under control, he hurriedly flicked his fingers and pulled out his waist knife, and suddenly swung it, barely resisting the horse's face and charging a blow.

Immediately afterwards, these two Yin Shuai who had just come to this world were like Shangyuan lanterns, in a circle, quickly shooting, forks and knives, spells came out, and the combination technique famous for Yin Cao was a mess with the general's ghost killing.

Countless bronze snakes and iron dogs swarmed at their feet, and the golden rooster fluttered its wings, its sharp beak pecking open the rotten flesh hanging from the white bones, and clutching the rotten and incomplete internal organs of the general's ghost.

Dozens of iron-haired dogs set out in unison, all grinning teeth and scarlet eyes, galloping wildly from the far away Vicious Dog Ridge, only to cause smoke and dust to sweep away, and then through the gap between the bull head and horse face, they bit the general ghost one after another.

"Roar!"

The sharp pain that went straight into the soul body made the general ghost can't help but roar.

Feng Yuqing, who was hidden in the dark, moved at this time, and with the blessing of the thirteen stations in the underworld, he suddenly waved, attracting countless ink dragons and black tigers to step forward to support the iron haired dog.

The general ghost was pounced on by this, and he couldn't stand anymore, and countless chickens, dogs, tigers and leopards pressed on its soul body, which was no different from ordinary people, hissing and biting.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ji Nian hurriedly flew out a blank card.

With the blessing of the thirteen stations in the underworld, the packaging was soon successful.

(End of chapter)