Half of the sky shrouded in red light.

The old man in the western skirt had a grim gaze, exuding decay and death, like a corpse that had just been unearthed, and the skirt on his body was also tattered, as if he was wearing a funeral object.

"I'll let you know what real horror is."

The terrifying old woman stared at Yang Jian in front of her expressionlessly, and a black shadow under her feet quickly stretched out, breaking through the blockade of red light, covering Yang Jian's feet all the way.

A shadow path pulled Yang Jian into the ghost, and the red light around him quickly disappeared, as if there was only one path in the world.

The old man in the dress moved, assuming a stiff posture of a lifeless, marionette puppet, his figure flickering on the path, and under the coercion of the ghost, a terrifying supernatural power approached.

"After taking you, I still have time to support, let me send you on your way." After Yang Jian finished speaking coldly, the pitch-black and stiff ghost hand held the cracked spear, and the six scarlet ghost eyes began to stack.

Suddenly.

An even more scarlet light descended, easily tearing through the shadow path, and the six-layered ghost snake enveloped the old man in the western dress at an incredible speed.

Without the suppression of ghost paintings, the ghost eye six-layer ghost snake stagnated all the supernatural appeared.

The old man in the western skirt looked numb and cold, almost judging the fact that the ghost had lost in an instant.

She didn't panic, she was as calm as ever.

As an alien, she has the ability to resist one or two supernatural attacks. As long as she understands the opponent's abilities and grasps the weaknesses, victory will belong to her sooner or later.

The red light was rich, and the tattered black dress was reflected in a scarlet glow. The black dress was a supernatural object, most of the red light was blocked by the black skirt, and only the tattered gap could not resist the invasion of the red light.

As a result, she found that she could not move.

One second.

A cracked spear appeared in front of her out of thin air.

The sallow pupils of the old man in the dress shrank suddenly, and the rust on the tip of the spear aimed at her forehead, and in a trance she realized a terrifying possibility.

Coffin nails!

There was a king in the King's Order who had a coffin nail that had the effect of a final word, as she had ever seen.

Two seconds.

"Move, move."

The old man in the dress began to tremble slightly, trying to break this terrible blockade, but in just two seconds, the suspension of his body could not be relieved at all.

Three seconds.

The cracked spear flickered in the red ghost, piercing her skull under the terrified gaze of the old man in the dress.

The red light dissipates.

The old man in the dress trembled, and his stiff posture like a marionette slackened and lost his movement.

Yang Jian walked over and retrieved the cracked spear, picked up the terrifying old woman, and said silently: "It seems that not all kings have the strength of the lord of the terrifying manor, and the strength of this king is still at the level of an ordinary captain, so it can be easily solved by me." ”

This one-on-one battle ended too quickly.

In less than two minutes, the old man in the western skirt had no chance to touch the corners of Yang Jian's clothes after losing the competition, and he was pierced through his body by a spear and fell into a deep sleep.

Just suddenly.

Yang Jian suddenly turned his head, and there were four figures standing behind him at some point.

A pair of strange twin girls, a strange man covered in black ink, a tall and fat man holding a blood-stained curly bladed kitchen knife.

The four of them stood together, bringing out a terrifying sense of supernatural oppression.

"Four kings? It's a siege against me! ”

Yang Jian couldn't help but become solemn, and his whole body was covered with red light, and the red light ghost covered the area again.

But when he saw the strange man covered in black ink.

Even if it was just a glance, I couldn't help but think of him in my mind. An ink-like darkness appeared strangely in consciousness, and it was still gradually becoming clear, and the consciousness seemed to be being pulled by something at this moment, falling towards the depths of darkness.

"Wang."

The roar of the vicious dog sounded, and the reverberating figure directly tore apart the shallow darkness in his consciousness, pulling Yang Jian's consciousness back again.

Yang Jian suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes instantly became cold, and he directly ordered: "Bite them to death." ”

"Wang."

Ripples rippled on the hazy and cold lake at Yang Jian's feet, and a huge wolf dog jumped out of it, and after a roar in response, it immediately pounced on the kings.

The Devil's Dream Dog ran wildly across the water, spreading all the way through the cold stagnant water.

"A dog?"

The butcher did not let his guard down because he was a dog, and not only raised the curly-bladed kitchen knife in his hand, but also squirmed under the dead gray skin on his body.

The skin was stretched wide, and the strange contours of human faces stood out, and then the skin broke open, and hideous and terrifying heads emerged from it.

The strange man covered in black ink said in time: "Don't do it, leave this dog to me to deal with, and you are responsible for killing that ghost rider." ”

After saying that, the strange man took the initiative to step forward, stretched out his slender arms and stopped in front of the ghost dream dog, the black ink on his body seemed to be wriggling, and it looked even darker.

The vicious dog also disappeared in an instant, invading the consciousness of the strange man.

However, the strange man soon realized that something was wrong, and his expression became a little dazed, and he began to let out a terrible low roar from time to time, and sometimes his hands and feet twitched like madness, as if he was fighting against something invisible.

The vicious dog can restart, and the strange man doesn't look good.

If Yang Jian did not call for a halt, the attack would continue until the king was killed by a vicious dog.

"There are a lot of supernatural powers controlled by the other party, and each of them is terrifying enough, and if you are not careful, there is a real possibility of capsizing."

The butcher's face was difficult to look at, and this situation represented that an important combat force was held back by the other party.

But he didn't flinch at all, because the old man in the western skirt nailed by the other party's supernatural weapon, and the dog next to him was dragged by the strange man, which was equivalent to being abolished two powerful supernatural powers, but the only thing that needed to be paid attention to was the powerful ghost of the other party.

And on their side there are two kings with full combat strength......

Just as the butcher was judging the situation, the surrounding scene suddenly became eerie, and the red-eroded half of the manor gradually turned into another scene at a speed visible to the naked eye, transforming into a desolate sand dune.

It's just that the dunes don't look very realistic, as if they have been painted. In the distance of the sand dunes, there seemed to be a figure running towards him, and it was only a split second from far to near, and it was obvious that the other party had used a ghost.

It was an old man holding up his thin palms like dried corpses, as if he was holding something.

The painter hiding in the shadows made a move.

Among Liang Xingyang, Liang Wensong, and Yang Jian, he set his sights on Yang Jian.

Yang Jian rashly came out of the ghost painting world and gave them the opportunity to break them one by one. The world of oil painting is changing reality, and as long as you gather this coffin-carrying ascetic, you will definitely be able to kill each other in one fell swoop.

The oil painting is interfering with the ghost.

The red light of the ghost eye began to flicker erratically, and the supernatural was weakened and suppressed.

Although the suppression is not as severe as facing the ghost painting, the ghost eye is indeed restrained by the oil painting.

The butcher excitedly raised the bloodstained curly-bladed kitchen knife.

Now that the other party's powerful ghost snake is also restricted, there are basically not many means left, he quickly said to the twin girl on the side: "You go and pester him, don't let him run away." ”

And as soon as his words fell, the pair of twin girls disappeared hand in hand, appearing strangely around Yang Jian, and their white left and right hands grabbed towards Yang Jian.

Seeing this, Yang Jian could only be forced to loosen the cracked spear, and the pitch-black and stiff ghost hand quickly covered it with a layer of shadow, and touched the other party.

Before it is uncertain whether the ghost lake, which has suppressed many ghosts, can suppress the old man in the western skirt, once a king is released rashly, it may lead to the collapse of the situation.

Yang Jian could only give up the cracked spear for the time being.

After a brief touch.

Weak.

Yang Jian immediately felt that the supernatural spirit controlled by the two girls was not powerful, or they were extremely bad at attacking.

After the twin girl collided with the ghost hand, her body began to retreat, and there was a strange sound of building blocks at the joints of her palms, and the two hands seemed to be dismembered, and they fell to the ground strangely.

The attack of the ghost hand had not stopped, and two cold and black palms appeared on their necks, which were wrapped around their bodies like a vicious curse, and could not be removed.

The next moment.

The girl on the left was unable to move under the quota of the ghost hand to suppress a ghost, and as the ghost hand twisted, her neck made a sound of bones breaking, and her head hung helplessly.

And the girl on the right didn't react to the derivative palm of the ghost hand, and she endured it stiffly.

Yang Jian re-grasped the cracked spear, picked up the old man in the western skirt, and after a flash of red light, he disappeared immediately.

Soon, however, he reappeared on the desolate sand dunes.

The oil painting restrained the ghost eye, blocked his ghost snake, and could not break through.

Yang Jian stepped on the cold stagnant water and looked around vigilantly at the kings who were eyeing each other.

The butcher's eyes were fierce, and his fat figure had lost some weight, but at this time he was surrounded by terrifying figures.

In just a few seconds, the twin girls had recovered from their injuries in an incredible way, staring at him strangely with big grape-like eyes.

Confrontation.

The two kings did not rush to the top, but seemed to be waiting for something.

The surrounding desolate sand dunes were still unreal, but sooner or later, the old man with his thin palm would break some boundaries of the painting and come to his aid.

The situation will then be even more unfavorable.

However, a valuable opportunity will arise then.

There will be a crack in the world of oil painting, and Yang Jian will be able to leave here in an instant through the ghost.

"The world of oil painting is about to be broken, but the other party chooses to wait, this kind of behavior is obviously abnormal. And as a top ghost master, it's impossible not to know this, but not to guard against my ghost. It can only be said that this oil painting is a trap carefully prepared for me, and it is a terrible trap that can set the victory in one fell swoop. ”

Yang Jian was on guard against the two kings, and he was thinking seriously and calmly in his heart.

After making a judgment, he did not hesitate to sink into the stagnant water under his feet, and decisively relied on the ghost lake to escape from the battlefield.

At this moment, the old man holding the thin palm of his hand became clear from his unreal appearance and walked out.

However, it was too late, and Yang Jian had already left here.

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