"One, two, three... Six top ghost riders. ”

One by one, the ghost eyes frantically warned him, Yang Jian's face was full of incredulity, and a wave of uneasy emotions welled up in his heart.

The six kings, the captain, the banker, the warden, the killer, the pianist, and the gravedigger, had a gloomy gaze, giving him a huge sense of supernatural oppression.

And that's not all.

After the appearance of the six kings.

A team of five Ghost Riders is no longer hiding, and the blonde man who was previously spotted by Ghost Eye is also part of the team.

Everyone was staring at Yang Jian with malicious eyes, as if they were looking at a dead person.

The prison warden, who was wearing a prison uniform and had a stubble on his face, said indifferently: "You are the captain Yang Jian?" We finally caught a big fish and had a good harvest today. ”

The white-haired young man in a delicate suit held a cigarette in his mouth, combed his hair with a comb, and fanned himself with the green banknotes spread out, saying: "Be careful of the nails in his coffin, the old woman in the western dress was nailed to death with a spear and was poisoned." ”

Yang Jian was expressionless, and the cold lake water flowed from his feet, and he took out his spear from it.

Suddenly.

He noticed that something was wrong, and his face became ugly.

"My prison has cut off your ghost lake, and you can't get out."

The warden smirked, his hand gripping the hideous iron hook, the other end of which extended into his body.

At this moment, Whitewater overlaps with the supernatural place called the prison, like a terrifying ghost.

A black shadow like ink flowed out from Yang Jian's feet, which quickly spread out, forming a small ghost, and said coldly: "Six kings, a team of ghost handlers, really look up to me. However, it is not certain who will kill whom. ”

Holding a firewood knife in his hand, covered by black shadows, countless media appeared on the street, and dense figures were exposed in front of the ghost eyes.

Yang Jian frowned, there were too many of these footprint media, crowded with each other, and it was difficult to find each other's media.

"There are enough guys here this time." A strange figure came out of the shadows, and the killer gave the order, "Go and kill him." ”

The object of his call was the team of ghost riders.

"Yes, boss." The five ghost riders immediately became nervous.

"Cleaned you up first."

Yang Jian's murderous intent was awe-inspiring, the eyes that could not be closed on his forehead suddenly opened, and a white-gold eyeball appeared, and it turned slightly.

The ghost that belonged to him spread out in an instant.

The supernatural place of the prison seemed to be illuminated, and every dark corner was shrouded in light.

The world suddenly lit up, the fire was surging, and the bones of the dead were covered with the ground at some point, and they were ignited by the furnace fire and burned wildly, forming a terrifying fire.

The ghost's eyes rolled, staring at the five ghost riders.

"Impossible!"

The moment the five ghost riders were enveloped by ghosts, their expressions immediately became painful, and they screamed wildly.

The bodies of the five people were decomposing rapidly, and the pieces of skin and flesh were gradually melting and falling, and after a while, they saw the miserable white bones.

"Crackling~"

A piece of bone was exposed to the fire, quickly turning grayish-white, and was burned into ashes and sprinkled into the white bone ground.

"Ahh Help ......"

The five collapsed on the bone-covered ground, rolling and struggling in pain, the raging flames engulfing them.

Not for a while.

All five ghost riders vanished.

In the raging flames, only the five ghosts who struggled in the flames remained, and the ghosts who were engulfed in the furnace fire would definitely not die, at most they would be suppressed, but the ghost riders had been burned, and only the ashes proved that they had come.

Yang Jian was shocked, the transformed eyes on his forehead were too domineering, and before a minute, the five ghost riders were wiped out.

But the matter is not over yet, the scope of the ghost snake of the ghost eye is too vast, and it easily envelops the six kings.

However, the flames that were like mowing grass against ordinary ghost riders only caused a slight disturbance to the king.

"Something is wrong, this ghost fire not only has the supernatural effect of making the body rot to the bone, but also has the effect of suppressing the supernatural." The killer was full of fear, and he hid in the shadows to keep out the attack of the ghost eye.

"It seems that in addition to the coffin nails, this captain is also very powerful." The banker, with a cigarette in his mouth and a nonchalant look, kept taking out and throwing a large number of green bills from his money bag.

He stood on the thick banknotes, and even the ghost fire and white bones could not spread over.

A voice came from a deep dark hole: "Who will do it first?" ”

"Send me over."

His face was rotten, his expression was numb, and the captain, who was like a ghost, actually wanted to take the lead in making a move against Yang Jian.

The banker showed a hint of jealousy in his eyes, and immediately grabbed a large handful of green banknotes and threw them out: "Money opens the way!" ”

A path paved with thick green banknotes to isolate the ghost fire spread to Yang Jian's feet, and even the ghost paved with ghost shadows could not stop it.

A thick darkness welled up around the captain, like black waves crashing past, and with the help of the banker, he approached quickly.

When he came to Yang Jian, the darkness suddenly spread out, directly enveloping Yang Jian's entire person.

Cold and darkness came from all directions, and the sound of the waves crashing could be heard in a trance.

The burning flames were instantly extinguished, and the vision of the ghost eyes was disturbed and blurred, and even the shadow ghost on the ground was forced to retract into Yang Jian's body.

The supernatural powers were horribly suppressed.

Yang Jian drank suddenly: "I'll split you first." ”

The whirring sound of wielding spears sounded, and rusty knives slashed head.

The hatchet slashed at the captain's head in the darkness.

Soon.

Yang Jian's pupils shrank, and judging from the feeling coming from his hand, the firewood knife was hindered a lot, and although it cut off many things, it also lost most of its strength.

The notched blade of the wood knife struck a hard object, and it could no longer fall.

The spear stalled.

At this time, he suddenly realized that this ghost rider with the code name Captain was no ordinary king at all.

But at his feet.

The green banknotes glowed an eerie green, and something seemed to be running underneath the banknotes laid on the ground.

Suddenly.

A deep black hole appeared under the thick banknote, and two dry ghost palms suddenly stretched out from the mouth of the hole, grabbed Yang Jian's feet, and pulled them downward.

Before it was over, a pair of hideous iron hooks were thrown over, and after hooking Yang Jian's shoulder, the iron chain suddenly tightened, and slowly pulled out an illusory figure from it.

A huge force struck, the iron chain rattled, and the upper body of the illusory figure ran out of Yang Jian's body.

If all the illusory figures are detached, Yang Jian's life will also end here.

The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly.

Yang Jian's face was pale, and under the crisis of life and death, he did not hesitate to open the eight-layer ghost snake and use the supernatural to restart everything to get out of danger.

However, instead of coming out, the rich red light in his body flickered like a short-circuited light bulb, and the darkness spread by the captain interfered with the ghost's supernatural spirits.

"Jingle Bell~"

A strange and terrifying piano sound sounded, and I saw a vague figure sitting in front of the black piano, fingers flying, music intertwined, playing a curse that pulled consciousness.

Yang Jian's consciousness suddenly became in a trance, and everything in front of him became blurry, drifting away uncontrollably.

"Wangwang~"

The roar of the vicious dog sounded at the right time, pulling his consciousness back.

"Bite him to death."

After Yang Jian let out a low roar, he opened the seven-layer ghost snake and restarted himself.

The eighth layer of the ghost snake was suppressed by the darkness and could not spread out, but the red light in his body was not disturbed, allowing him to restart smoothly.

A rich red glow flashed.

The rusty, hideous iron hook of the illusory figure disappeared, and with great force, the taut iron chain was loosened, and the iron hook flew upside down and returned to the prison warden.

But restarting one's own supernatural spirit can't solve the darkness nearby, nor can it solve the ghost that grabs his feet.

It won't be long before the iron hook in the warden's hand will fly out again and hook his body.

Yang Jian's heart jumped, and he realized that if he didn't work hard, he would probably fold here.

His eyes were scarlet, his whole body tense, and he drew his spear, which struck the darkness, and slammed it at the captain.

Before the spear touched the captain, two metallic palms pierced Yang Jian's body in an instant, and blood splattered.

But the next second.

The spear struck the captain, and the two superimposed necromancers made the latter stiffen, and his palm was forced to pull out, and he was smashed out, and the thick darkness also faded.

A layer of black shadows was still permeating Yang Jian's feet, like a shadow of ink covering the palm of the ghost, making a sound of building blocks collapsing, and the wrists were disconnected together, and the two dry palms fell into the dark tomb.

Immediately after losing his restraints, he used the ghost snake to break out of the tomb and return to the surface.

However, as soon as he appeared, a distorted shadow quietly approached from behind at an extremely fast speed, and the killer holding the terrifying dagger instantly broke out of the shadow state, and the dagger stabbed towards Yang Jian.

"Six-story ghost, open!"

Without the captain's suppression, a rich red light covered everything at incredible speed.

All the people in the area of the ghost shroud came to a standstill at this moment.

"Look for death!"

Yang Jian did not hesitate, did not hesitate, and used the seven-layer ghost snake to isolate the stagnant spirit, suddenly turned around, and the cracked spear slashed at the killer's head, splitting it in half from the middle.

All this was done almost instantaneously.

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