The three-pointed, two-edged knife was finally completely made after consuming five dye vats.

The rusty hatchet and the old broadknife are spliced together to serve as the spear head, and the three coffin nails serve as the tail of the spear, and the body of the spear is just ordinary steel, shaped by the spirit of the deceitful ghost.

"It only has six layers of supernatural powers, but it's enough!"

Liang Xingyang held the three-pointed two-edged knife in both hands, and a tearing perspective immediately appeared in front of him.

He swung lightly along the rift in his view, and the ground was immediately torn into a deep crack, which was still spreading, expanding.

The three coffin nails are infinitely close to the real coffin nails in their supernatural degree and can be used as a second coffin nail.

"It's time to go!"

Liang Xingyang's face was expressionless, holding a three-pointed and two-edged knife, and an illusory huge oil painting appeared behind him.

The next moment, a figure slowly walked out of the background of the painting, all of them were himself.

Each of them has a wishing ghost, a ghost heart, and a ghost shadow, and he also holds a three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand.

……

Gray-white paper ash drifted in the sky, and the spirit of ghost paintings deeply eroded the entire area, blocking all entrances and exits.

The killer stared at the painter indifferently and asked, "Can you take us out?" ”

"Can't! I don't know how the other party was suddenly able to completely control the ghost painting, but my methods are being perfectly restrained, and it is no longer realistic to rely on me to leave. ”

The painter replied coldly, surrounded by crumpled and discarded sketches.

He paints on white paper, but no matter what he paints, the whole painting is quickly covered by a thick gray-white layer, which cannot be presented at all.

The killer wanted to speak, but the butcher suddenly said hoarsely: "Since you can't find the exit, it's better to delay time." ”

The painter nodded, "That's what I thought too." It will not cost the other party to completely control the ghost painting, at least the supernatural erosion will be very serious. When the ghost painting recovers, it will be relatively easy to leave. ”

The coffin bearer said at this time: "Then we don't want to act alone in the future, it's best to avoid it for a while." ”

According to rational judgment, Liang Xingyang is now desperate, trying to reduce their personnel before the mastery of the supernatural power of ghost painting is over.

As long as they delay time, the other party will have to show up in the end, or simply let them go.

It is a very prudent suggestion that the six kings work together to fight against a ghost rider, and no matter what, they can guarantee that there will be no attrition.

"Are you too nervous, the other party has already endured many attacks under the siege, and now it is more likely that he is barely breathing, silently hiding and licking his wounds. Now, as long as we find where the other party is hiding, we may be able to end it all early. Instead of stalling for time and letting him go in ignorance. ”

Simon's expression was cold and numb, he had always liked to take the initiative and his attitude was more aggressive.

The twin girls did not participate in the discussion, their faces were expressionless, and their bodies exuded a coldness that did not look like living people, and they stood together like sculptures.

If it weren't for the blinking of his eyes from time to time, it would really make people suspect that he was a living person disguised as a ghost.

However, at this time, an abrupt figure suddenly appeared nearby.

"If you're in such a hurry to get on the road, then I'll give you a ride."

Everyone is Liang Xingyang, and the words he said overlapped at the moment, which was inexplicably weird.

Moment.

The expressions of the six kings became serious, and they all stared at the figures, revealing a hint of fear in their vigilance.

Simon was most shocked in his heart: "Impossible, although it is a supernatural that increases the number, how can he increase so much!" ”

His ghost has an increased number of supernatural powers, but it can only be increased twice at most, and if there are more, the consciousness will be completely eroded by the supernatural into a powerful ghost. If he didn't have to work hard, he wouldn't use it at all under normal circumstances.

But now the twelve figures standing together, all the kings felt a terrible sense of supernatural oppression from them.

If they still had the idea of doing something before, now they have all dissipated, but there is a sense of absurdity that they are being besieged.

The situation became extremely dangerous for a while, and once both sides moved, it was likely that people would die.

But none of them tried to escape, let alone be locked in the world of ghost paintings, where could they escape.

Only when six kings come together and face twelve figures can there be a glimmer of survival.

If you run recklessly, you are more likely to be the first target, creating a chance for others to escape.

All kings have this dark idea in their hearts, and no one is stupid enough to stand up and take risks for others.

"If you don't dare to run away, then wait to be dismembered."

The twelve figures raised the three-pointed two-edged knife in their hands in unison, and after a dim, torn perspective emerged, they raised their hands and a knife fell.

Twelve trajectories, twelve torn marks, intertwined with each other.

Tearing, the world in front of him seemed to be cracked into countless pieces, and in each cracked world, there were Liang Xingyang's figures standing.

A supernatural web woven by swords and swords shrouded the six kings.

"Not good!"

Simon's pupils shrank, like a surging haze in the dark night quickly enveloped him, three pairs of green strange eyes appeared in the ghost, out of the two Simon, two added Simon to protect Simon, the three of them turned around without hesitation and left.

The twin girl's body trembled slightly, and she actually walked out hand in hand to block in front of all the kings, trying to use herself to buy time for her teammates.

They are very difficult to kill, and they recover quickly from their injuries, and no matter how many times they are killed, as long as the curse in their bodies is still there, they can be resurrected.

The butcher was frightened, and without the slightest hesitation, moved his extremely fat body, hiding behind the twin girls.

The killer clenched the dagger, and didn't have the slightest idea of making a move.

None of the other party was killed in the siege, and now that the other party has twelve, it is even more impossible.

He hid directly in the shadows behind him and disappeared.

The painter's face was pale, his phone pinching an oil painting covered in gray and white, and his heart was extremely desperate.

At this time, he had no supernatural means to use, and even the idea of hiding behind the twin girls was one step slower than the butcher.

The coffin bearer's face was hideous, and the raised palm was put down without hesitation.

He can't care so much anymore, and only by getting through this crisis can he think about what is going on.

The black old and painted coffin quickly became clear, the coffin lid shook, the ghost in the coffin revived, and a miserable white hand stretched out from the gap.

The spirits began to collide violently.

The coffin was lowered very low, and the coffin made a loud thumping sound, as if there were countless ghosts resurrected.

Countless pairs of pale hands stretched out from the cracks in the coffin lid, but soon twelve palms were cut off and fell out of the coffin.

But the coffin really protected the coffin bearer below.

On the other side, the ghost snake that looked like a dark night was torn apart, revealing the situation inside.

The two added Simon were instantly torn apart by the three-pointed two-edged knife, and the real Simon couldn't completely avoid it, cutting off his waist, and two cold limbs fell from the air.

Under such a tragic collision, there began to be attrition.

The first to die were twin girls, who were instantly torn apart by twelve terrible curses, blood splattered, stumps and severed arms fell, and their two bodies became fragmented.

The twin teens thought they would be resurrected, but a terrible curse in the torn wound prevented it from happening.

The curse in the bodies of the strange twin girls was also torn into twelve parts by the three-pointed two-edged knife, and the horror level was weakened to the extreme, and they were forced to fall silent.

The fat butcher was battered, and countless hideous human heads emerged from his body, blocking most of his attacks.

The second to die was the painter, because the oil painting was suppressed by the ghost painting, there was no supernatural means to fight, and he could only watch himself being torn into a pile of minced flesh by the invisible net.

However, the killer hidden in the shadows was in the gap of the net, and he escaped this terrifying attack by luck, intact.

"This is just the first wave of attacks."

The surviving butcher cried out in pain on the ground, one of his arms and part of his chest torn from his body by a terrible curse.

And he couldn't get it back on, and he fell to the point where his arm became a strange entity, which terrified him.

And yet the next moment.

Two Liang Xingyang appeared from him, raised the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand with an indifferent expression, and slashed it without hesitation.

"Wait!" The butcher picked up the curly bladed kitchen knife to resist and begged for mercy with difficulty.

This is the world of ghost paintings, and Liang Xingyang can appear anywhere he wants, without any obstacles.

A three-pointed, two-edged knife collided with a blood-stained curly-bladed kitchen knife.

Another three-pointed, two-edged knife easily cut off the butcher's head without hindrance.

In a short collision, the two supernatural weapons quickly separated the winner.

The blade of a hatchet and a broadsword slashed through the curly-bladed kitchen knife, causing the blade to burst into a gap and fly out.

Immediately afterwards, the tail of the gun, composed of three coffin nails, pierced the butcher's head, piercing it through and restraining it.

The next moment, the curse of the firewood knife returned.

Liang Xingyang, who cut off the butcher's head, had a bloody wound on his neck, and his head shook slightly with some instability, as if it would fall down at any time.

Soon, though, a cold aura enveloped him, and the flesh-and-blood wound vanished.

Liang Xingyang uses the supernatural power of the wishing ghost to restart himself!

Although the drawn wishing ghost cannot be restarted on a large scale, the restart itself is still sufficient.

The second king to be attacked was Simon.

"I'm going to hit Simon with this shot!"

The two voices overlapped, and the supernatural power of the wishing ghost attached to the two supernatural weapons.

The two Liang Xingyang threw the three-pointed two-edged knives in their hands, and in Simon's stunned eyes, the tail of the spear pierced through his mutilated limbs accurately and quickly.

The third king to be besieged was the coffin bearer.

Four Liang Xingyang surrounded him, turning into strange shadows on the ground, and the figures walked around, moving quickly.

The black coffin, which was lifted, cut off the vicinity, but it didn't stop them from entering the coffin. Because there is no medium to connect with each other, they cannot influence each other.

As the distance was drawn, the coffin-bearer standing under the coffin was horrified to find that there was something unusual in his body.

His feet vanished in an instant, turning into a shadow on the ground, which was the outline of his feet, but he could still stand still.

The next moment.

The four palms of the shadows reached out violently, tightly grasping the feet of the coffin bearer who had turned into shadows, and the terrifying force that gathered together easily pulled the coffin bearer down, completely turning into a blurred shadow on the ground.

The other two Liang Xingyang broke away from the shadow state, and appeared under the coffin instead of the coffin lifter who had become a shadow, and raised the coffin above his head with a pair of hands to prevent the possibility of turning the tables after the coffin landed.

As the height of the coffin was raised, the out-of-control coffin began to stabilize, gradually blurring from clarity to finally hiding.

Now only the killer who hides in the shadows and cannot be detected survives.

The other party seems to have long since left this place.

Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly, holding a three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand, looking around, and there was no trace of the killer.

At the same time, he could clearly feel that the supernatural power of the pack of Chinese medicine he had eaten before to suppress the revival of the powerful ghost was about to be exhausted.

If he maintains the ghost painting world and wastes a lot of time looking for the killer, he will have to bear the next supernatural erosion.

Liang Xingyang had to withdraw his gaze, and blood began to flow slowly from his feet. A pool of scarlet blood wriggled and expanded, eventually forming a small scarlet pond.

Blood flooded the place, devouring the corpse of the defeated king, including the black lacquered coffin he had laid down.

After the ghost blood flowed into the body, the eleven Liang Xingyang turned into ashes and disappeared.

Liang Xingyang left the manor, and the world of ghost paintings dissipated.

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