There are two terrible ghosts.

One of them had the exact same face as the frenzied man in front of him, except that on his already fair skin, the blood-stained ghost was even paler than human, with a rugged body and strange movements.

From the perspective of pure resentment and ghostly aura, this resentful ghost is the only level seen in the lives of these ghost cultivators of the Corpse Spirit Sect. Even if it was Elder Sun, I am afraid that there were no such terrifying ghosts under his command.

In the Shattered World, all the supernatural tendency masters who can be counted are difficult to compare.

The most terrifying thing is that the other party is not only one.

Thick tentacles protruding from the corners of the ceiling, greedy eyes hidden in the darkness, peering at their ghosts and even their souls.

The combination of the two ghosts, except for Senior Sister Yan, the rest of the ghost cultivators were all wiped out in less than a minute. Whether it's because the ghost of his own death is easily devoured after getting out of control, or the ghost is directly killed, causing the backlash to go crazy on the spot, and then being harvested by the mending knife.

In an instant, there was only a corpse left in the dimly lit warehouse.

Senior Sister Yan's red mask body was rubbed by the tentacles a few times, and it was already a little tattered, and fine cracks appeared on the mask.

"Huh? Is anyone still alive? It's really strong. Wan also looked at the woman with some surprise because of the damage to her robe.

The figure is very mature, but in Wan Yi's eyes, this is far from being able to be used as capital to survive.

"Good work." Wan Yi smiled.

"You, the person of the Silver and Gold Alliance?!" In this case, no one will listen to Wan Yi's nonsense anymore. She thinks that the other party may even be a mysterious master sent by the Silver and Gold Union to target and try to wipe out these rescuers!

"If that makes you die a little more painfully, then be it."

Wan Yi said, stretching out his hand towards Senior Sister Yan.

"Stop!" Suddenly, a loud shout sounded, the wall of the warehouse was directly smashed, and two vigorous figures came out of the cage like fierce beasts, one pounced on Wan Yi, and the other rushed to Senior Sister Yan, who was about to be crushed by the tentacles.

However, Wan Yi's face did not change, and he didn't even look at what he pounced on, and he didn't know when he held the Soul Eater wand in his hand.

The white light instantly illuminated the warehouse, and the figure who was about to rush to Senior Sister Yan's side suddenly froze.

The figure that pounced on Wan Yi only swayed slightly, and then his fists and feet continued to beckon towards Wan Yi.

The tentacles hammered down directly, smashing between him and Wan Yi, and the fists and kicks hit the tentacles, which could only cause the surface of the black translucent tentacles to fluctuate slightly.

Qian Ming didn't have time to be stunned, and following the connection with his corpse puppet, he realized that something was wrong and turned his head to look.

His corpse puppet trembled as if it had been frightened into a state of cringe after being illuminated by the white light.

And this fatal dullness also made Senior Sister Yan's figure completely covered by tentacles.

Puff –

The out-of-control Red Mask resisted violently, but to no avail, it couldn't shake the tentacles' predation at all, and was quickly dragged into the darkness, failing to make a single ripple.

"You! What did you do!? Qian Ming's eyes were split, and his face, which was originally a little honest and honest, looked like a demon under his hideous expression.

"My pet is hungry." Wan Yi's answer was very casual, and he didn't care too much about this Senior Brother Qian.

Hearing this, Qian Ming was stunned for a moment, and then reacted to how stupid his attitude was.

This is the battlefield, the war between two super-large alliances that broke out in a shattered world. Here, anything is possible, at best it is a matter of probability.

The probability of suddenly killing a mysterious master and causing the team to be wiped out is very low, but it is by no means impossible.

Complaining to the enemy on the battlefield can only be incompetent rage.

He quickly calmed down, and sanity regained the high ground in his mind. However, the first action that came out of his mind was not to fight, but - to run!

Yes, run away!

Because it was obvious that the strength of the person in front of him was unfathomable, the resentful spirits that were beyond the reach of the two corpse spirit sects, and the many hidden methods of their own, were not at all something that he could consider defeating now.

To live and bring the information back is a reasonable consideration.

Thinking about this goal, he examined his corpse golem.

It was found that the corpse puppet's faint "split spirit" was shocked by the powerful spiritual power.

Unlike ghost keepers who directly use their own souls to bind and feed ghosts, corpse chasers use their own souls as the basis to cultivate a split soul into the corpse golem as a center.

Although it is a split soul of the original soul, among the topics of the Corpse Spirit Sect, there is a teaching in the cultivation of the split soul, trying to make sure that the soul division and the original soul only have the role of giving orders and receiving orders.

The rest of the unnecessary connections should be cut off, and deepening the connection may be a way, but at least the head of the Corpse Spirit Sect does not respect this, and pursues to eliminate the factors that interfere with the battle as much as possible.

This concept played a role here at this time.

Because of its own weak spiritual level, the split soul was shocked by the other party and directly stagnated.

However, if the split soul is affected, it will not be overly fed back to the soul of the corpse chaser, avoiding the drawbacks of what looks like "two lives", but is actually "one life", and even when some control tricks are eaten, they can be combined and taken effect.

After using his spirit to help the corpse puppet stabilize the split soul, Qian Ming glanced at Wan Yi, who seemed to be a little distracted, and then ran away!

Behind the corpse puppet hall, Qian Ming crashed directly out of one of the walls of the warehouse.

"How so? Still chasing? It's not a ghost keeper on the other side, it doesn't seem to be necessary, and the 'skeleton' is also full. Brother Curse turned his head one hundred and eighty degrees to look at Wan Yi.

The "skeleton" in his mouth, that is, the source of these tentacles around him, is naturally the small skeleton dragon that was brought from the boundary zone of Kefen before.

was adopted by the cursed brother on the grounds that he was good, and in fact it was. It took countless years to achieve that terrifying posture in the original boundary zone, and now that Brother Cursed and Wan Yi are overeating every day, it doesn't take long for their body to begin to reach their peak.

It may be a lot worse now, but according to this increase, it can only be said that the future is promising.

"Whatever, I'm tired of it, you see who has an idea, you want to play by yourself." Wan Yi waved his hand, turned around and walked in the opposite direction, with no intention of chasing and killing.

Brother Curse calmed the remains and disappeared in place. If it is a ghost keeper with good strength, then the two of them are still interested in making some snacks, and it will be boring to chase away corpses.

However, the fact that Wan Yi is not interested in the body does not mean that other Wan Yi does not want to come out and find an opportunity to brush his face.

……

Qian Ming rushed out in one go, contributing a wonderful parkour, dexterity and strength, but unfortunately all he could see was the corpse puppet behind him.

But no one can see Qian Ming's meaning.

That person doesn't seem to be interested in himself?

He's not from the Silver Gold Alliance? It's hard to imagine why the other side wouldn't kill themselves as an adversary.

Qian Ming thought in his heart, and his pace couldn't help but slow down a little.

"It's slow."

It was at this moment that the sound of playfulness sounded in my ears.

(End of chapter)