The world of ghost painting is expanding, and the blue-black haze and gray-white paper ash spread into the distance, replicating the real scene and spelling it into the world of ghost painting.

The most striking thing is the paper ash in the sky, as if it is endless, filling every corner.

And at this time, in a small corner of the ghost.

A man covered in black ink struggled to get up from the ground with his head covered in pain and his head.

The king has just finished his confrontation with the Devil's Dream Dog.

Yang Jian exited, and the vicious dog followed and left, and the two sides actually haven't decided the winner yet.

However, even if the king does not want to admit it, he really has no solution when faced with the evil dog of the ghost. He couldn't cope with the restart of the ghost dream, and if it weren't for the vicious dogs who took the initiative to quit, he would sooner or later be bitten to death by countless vicious dogs, and even be harnessed.

After the foreign man covered in black ink got up, he immediately noticed the abnormality around him, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's snowing?" Something is wrong, what the hell is this. ”

He caught the thing floating from the sky with the palm of his hand, but when he saw it clearly, he quickly threw away the wisps of paper ash in his hand, as if it was something filthy.

At this moment, a deep voice suddenly sounded from behind him: "The king covered in black ink? A fish that slipped through the net. ”

The foreign man covered in black ink turned his head sharply, but there was no one else behind him, and said angrily: "Who are you?" Get out! ”

No one responded.

Every king is a top ghost rider, and after the man calmly observes, he notices the strangeness around him.

An eerie vague figure appeared on the ground.

The black shadow was moving along the ground, approaching him.

As soon as he got closer, a supernatural force suddenly appeared, pulling him and turning into a vague figure.

"Damn."

The face of the foreign man covered in black ink changed, and under the pull of the spirit, his feet disappeared in an instant, turning into a projection on the ground.

What's even more bizarre is that he can still stand firmly despite losing his feet.

"Bang bang."

He found himself unable to move, unable to control his feet, which had become shadows, and was confined in place.

However, he was not slow to react, and immediately removed an old, rusty nail gun from his waist, pulled the trigger, and fired wildly at the figure.

The black muzzle of the gun emitted more than a dozen blood-stained nails, which were pinned into the blurred figure.

However, this strange shadow did not care, and was still moving, intact, with no signs of being confined by nails.

The foreign man covered in black ink was covered in cold sweat: "I see, it's the medium." This guy doesn't exist in reality and has to find a medium to get access to. ”

But in such a short period of time, it was difficult for him to find a medium to touch the blurred figure. If you can't find a medium, you can't carry out an attack on consciousness, which is equivalent to abolishing the strongest supernatural means.

"You're just the first!"

Liang Xingyang's eyes were cold, and when he got closer, he immediately stretched out his palm and grabbed the mutilated projection of his feet on the ground.

"Let go of me, I'm willing to leave and no longer meddle in the affairs here." The expression of the foreign man covered in black ink became terrified, and he felt that his disappeared feet were touched, and then a huge force slammed in, and his body quickly sank, gradually turning into a shadow on the ground.

It's just that the sinking speed is a little slow, and the black ink applied on the body greatly interferes with the supernatural power of the ghost shadow.

And yet the next moment.

The foreign man covered in black ink noticed that the strange figure on the ground immediately gave up pulling, and instead had an extra nail-shaped shadow on his hand.

A bad premonition arises.

The coffin nail pierced directly through the shadow of the foreign man and was firmly nailed to it.

Liang Xingyang got out of the shadow state.

The foreign man, covered in black ink, undoubtedly fell into a deep sleep, confused, restrained by the coffin nails.

If it weren't for the fact that the supernatural spirit controlled by this foreign ghost handler was specifically aimed at the consciousness of the ghost handler, he wouldn't have had to be so troublesome.

Suddenly.

"Click! Click! ”

The sound of the mirror shattering sounded.

A third terrifying crack began to burst out on the mirror ghost's body, and the overall look was already a bit fragmented.

The replaced starving ghost forcibly digests the ghost painting, and the replacement time limit appears on the mirror ghost.

"The mirror ghost can't hold it anymore."

Liang Xingyang's face sank, and his whole body exuded a strong cold aura, and the temperature around him dropped by four or five degrees.

Once the internal mirror space is shattered and the ghost boy returns to reality, the mirror ghost will be beaten back to its original form.

Fortunately, the world of ghost painting was blocked, and the six kings could not leave for the time being, and he still had time to think of a way to replace the time limit.

After a while, something came to his mind.

Cold stagnant water came out of his feet, and then a miserable white arm stretched out from the stagnant water and handed over a packet of Chinese medicine.

Liang Xingyang took the Chinese medicine bag, and his pale arm retracted into the stagnant water and disappeared.

"The owner of the Chinese medicine shop gave me three packs of Chinese medicine, one pack was used on Li Leping, and this is the second pack. I hope this Chinese medicine that can suppress the resurgence of ghosts can help me stabilize the ghost mirror. ”

He opened his dark mouth, didn't even tear off the oiled paper, and swallowed the Chinese medicine bag in his hand.

Soon.

An extremely terrifying spirit appeared from the stomach, soothing the restlessness of the revival of the ghost in the body.

Mirror ghosts, ghost hearts, ghost shadows, and ghost lakes have become extremely quiet.

But it's a pity that the supernatural power of Chinese medicine didn't heal the rift on the mirror ghost for him, and his hopes were disappointed.

Something is wrong.

Liang Xingyang understood this and rethought the solution.

As he pondered, ghost blood flowed from his feet.

Ghost blood formed a pool of blood on the ground, engulfing the foreign man covered in black ink who had been nailed to the coffin.

"Click!"

As time slowly passed, the mirror ghost felt a shattering sound for the fourth time, and once again there was a terrifying rift.

The mirror space will be shattered, and the ghost boy will be freed, not only will the replaced starving ghost dissipate, but the ghost painting world will also get out of control.

Time is really running out for him!

If he can't solve the problem of the mirror ghost, he can only be forced to abandon the plan to stop the king and leave here through the ghost lake.

Liang Xingyang's eyes kept flickering, and finally murmured: "Zhou Zheng is right, the only one who can deal with ghosts is indeed ghosts." ”

The problem of replacing the mirror ghost with a time limit was not unsolvable, and he thought of three ways. The first is that as long as the ninth mirror ghost is fused, the replacement time limit will disappear, but the current situation is obviously not suitable for this.

In the second way, when the plan of making human skin paper an outlier was implemented in the island country, the wishing ghost was able to postpone the replacement time limit indefinitely.

The wishing ghost is dead and imprisoned by him in a supernatural mirror.

But now the starving ghost replaced by the mirror ghost can no longer eat even a single ghost.

Unless he makes a wish directly to the Dead Wisher, but doing so will definitely spur the Wishing Ghost to recover from the Crash.

Once the ghost recovers, it won't stop, like a ghost eye, this is not what he wants to see.

He thought of a third way!

A small mirror appeared on the white and cold palm.

The background of this mirror is a dimly lit environment, with only a small path and a few large water tanks in the open space by the roadside.

It's just that the big tank of water is not filled with water, but with all kinds of dyes, some red, some black, some green, and other strange colors.

Liang Xingyang's eyes flashed with a hint of intention.

He wants to draw a wishing ghost with dye, and use the ghost painting to control the painted wishing ghost, and the ghost painting controls the drawn ghost, which has a unique advantage. After harnessing, use the wishing ghosts that are only sixty percent supernatural, and infinitely postpone the replacement time limit of the mirror ghosts, to achieve a delicate balance.

The palm of his hand sank into the supernatural mirror, and he took out a vat containing black dye.

As soon as this black dye vat was taken out, it immediately emitted a strong smell of corpses, and I don't know what was soaked in it.

Liang Xingyang's pupils directly turned as black as ink, staring at this dye vat, his eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

In the next second, he directly put his white and cold palm into the black dye vat, and then closed his eyes, as if he was in a memory.

The law of killing in ghost paintings is memory.

However, he is not recalling the woman in the ghost painting, and this is not the time to start increasing the number of derivative ghost paintings.

He recalls the wish-wishing ghost that crashed after the restart collision, and uses memory as a medium and dye as a material to draw the wishing ghost.

The next moment.

The black dye vat began to ripple, and Liang Xingyang opened his eyes suddenly, as if his palm had grabbed something from it.

The inky black dye rattled, and the black dye decreased at an incredible rate, and the dye in a vat full of dye went straight to the bottom.

Then, a terrifying ghost figure that was cold, not in reality, but was presented by the ghost painting, was slowly lifted out of the dye vat.

"A perfect painting with the supernatural powers of the wishing ghost."

Liang Xingyang exclaimed and became extremely calm again.

The white-skinned and cold palm shook.

At this time, the wishing ghost standing in the bottom dye vat was motionless, and the originally clear body suddenly became blurred at this moment, and soon only a vague outline was left.

On the contrary, the blurred body of the woman in the ghost painting began to gradually become clear, as if after getting some kind of puzzle, it gradually became real, and it became extremely cold, and it did not exist in reality.

After more than ten seconds, even the last remaining silhouette of the wishing ghost in the dye vat disappeared.

Control!

Also at this moment, under the suppression of the wishing ghost, the rift on the mirror ghost gradually healed, and the time limit for replacement was postponed indefinitely.

The corners of Liang Xingyang's mouth sketched a smile, and after turning his head to look at a certain place in the ghost, he became indifferent again.

Without the time limit of the mirror ghost substitution, it means that he can use all the spirits painted by the ghost without any scruples.

The more ghosts drawn by the weird dye, the more puzzles he will get, and then the ghost paintings will infinitely superimpose the number of himself, and his strength will skyrocket to an incomparably terrifying level.

However, this is only a part of the strength of the top ghost rider Yuelian during the Republic of China, because the puzzle of wedding dress, red embroidered shoes, and red hijab is not yet complete.

The use of dyes is also a trick, after all, dyes are consumables.

The more supernatural power is used, the faster the dye will be consumed, so the peak strength of the ghost painting can only be maintained for a while, but it is enough.

Liang Xingyang didn't feel sorry for the consumption of dyes, this time he took out a green vat.

This time, he's going to paint a few supernatural items with dyes.

Three rusty coffin nails, a firewood knife, and an old broadknife were spliced together to form a three-pointed and two-edged knife, which temporarily served as his supernatural weapon.

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