"What the hell is this!"

The gravedigger broke into the frozen area of time, trying to dig a bottomless pit out of the ghost attack, but he soon realized that something was wrong, and before he could turn his thoughts, his body was firmly bound in place, unable to move.

In front of him stood four men, also motionless.

"Captain, Liang Xingyang, Yang Jian, Zhang Xianguang."

The gravedigger's pupils shrank, and after dealing with him, he had naturally collected information about his opponents, so he inquired about their names clearly.

There was a heavy footstep behind him, and his heart jumped.

The lifeless old man stepped into the area, his gray-white pupils staring at the five people in front of him.

The powerful supernatural interference caused the old man to walk very slowly, and he needed to stay for a long time to take a step, as if he wanted to re-accumulate supernatural power.

But in the quiet area, the footsteps are exceptionally clear.

Not for a while.

The old man's gray-white eyes were full of dead silence, and his horrified gaze seemed to be tangible, wrapping around everyone.

The gravedigger bore the brunt of the blow, and one of his arms, along with most of his chest, grew more and more intense, spreading rapidly, and in a short time it became a statue.

Liang Xingyang, Yang Jian, Zhang Xianguang, and the captain also began to diffuse a little ink-dot-like lime gray, and then quickly spread to the whole body.

The suppression of the petrified curse is taking shape.

The old man walked forward, and the speed of his movements began to grow faster, one step, two steps, three steps.

As the repression became more severe, the time of the disorder began to gradually return.

Liang Xingyang's empty and numb eyes gradually regained their brilliance, Yang Jian's ghost eyes also began to rotate restlessly, and the darkness near the captain shrank into his body little by little.

A drop of cold sweat flowed from Zhang Xianguang's forehead, his eyes were deep, he turned his head slightly to look at the fierce ghost walking towards him, and the hand holding the old big knife involuntarily tightened.

The petrification spread, and after the lifeless old man approached a certain level, a terrorist attack suddenly occurred.

The old and simple carving knife was raised and stabbed towards Zhang Xianguang.

It was at this very moment.

Five terrifying ghost domains burst out in an instant.

The tall black wall was raised, the white ghost spread, the scarlet light shrouded, the thick darkness expanded, and the bright light was suddenly extinguished.

Most of Zhang Xianguang's body was covered with a layer of lime gray, and when the carving knife fell, he desperately blocked the rusty old big knife in front of him.

Two supernatural weapons collide together.

"Bell!"

The sound of iron striking sounded violently.

The supernatural collision instantly separated the winner and the loser.

The screams of the two weapons were so terrible that they almost tore their eardrums, and they were not comparable.

"Damn it!"

Zhang Xianguang used the Ghost Domain Transfer to temporarily withdraw and leave, but he was grabbed by the old man's hand, and a huge amount of strength came out from his thin palm, leaving Zhang Xianguang in place.

Dead gray pupil gaze.

The limestone gray on Zhang Xianguang's body spread rapidly.

Suddenly.

"Die!"

Yang Jian raised his cracked spear and slashed at the old man.

The firewood knife slashed on the old man's arm, shaking Yang Jian's arm numb, as if it was chopping on a stone.

The arm was not mutilated!

"How is that possible?" Yang Jian's face changed, and the firewood knife that was usually extremely sharp on the powerful ghost failed at this moment.

In this chaotic moment.

The captain, who looked stiff and cold, like a dead corpse, turned his head to stare at Yang Jian, and his closed metallic palm slashed towards Yang Jian in the air.

Moment.

Some terrifying supernatural power erupts.

A hideous crack appeared in Yang Jian's neck, and his head was tilted, and he was about to fall from his neck.

Suddenly.

The rich red light flashed away.

The seventh-layer ghost domain restarts itself.

Yang Jian immediately returned to his original state, and his sharp eyes were fixed on the captain.

"Puff puff ......"

Dull and depressing, a terrifying heartbeat accompanied by a sense of vibration echoed and spread around.

Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly, and he whispered like a ghost to Tang Yerong, who was resurrecting a ghost: "Let go of Zhang Xianguang." ”

A terrifying cold aura filled the air, and the supernatural power of the wish exploded instantly.

Wishes come true.

The terrifying old man let go of his hand, but turned his head to look at Liang Xingyang suddenly, and the unknown terrible killing law was triggered.

An invisible curse descended immediately.

"Puff puff ......"

Liang Xingyang's face froze, his face was filled with a rich stone gray, scarlet blood oozed out, and the flowing ghost blood continued to take away the petrified curse.

The attack was terminated.

But the next second.

"Boom ......"

Tall black walls rose from the ground, and a thick black mist filled the old and moldy walls, forming a powerful disturbance against the ghosts.

"Retreat!"

Zhang Xianguang hurriedly said that he was getting rid of the suppression of petrification, but it had little effect, and his body was petrified, and he couldn't even use the corpse oil lamp and the rusty big knife.

And the petrification curse is spreading, and the longer it passes, the more severe the suppression becomes, and it will be dangerous if you don't leave.

"Let's go!"

Yang Jian disappeared from the spot with Zhang Xianguang, but the red light was blocked by a black wall rising from the ground, and the two slammed into the black wall and fell from mid-air.

A moldy and obscure aura pervaded, a black mist spread, and a rich red light began to dim at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not only the interference of the black wall, but also the ubiquitous and strange sight of the ghost eye spied on the gray-white pupils of the terrifying old man, who were being washed over and over again by the petrification curse.

"How is that possible!"

Yang Jian had an expression of disbelief, and his ghost eyes were covered with a rich stone gray, and he fell silent.

Zhang Xianguang hurriedly said: "Don't look at his eyes!" ”

The terrifying old man seemed to have given up attacking Liang Xingyang, and some kind of killing pattern was triggered, and he turned his head to stare at the nearest them.

The old man walked with stiff steps.

Yang Jian's eyes shrank suddenly, cold stagnant water flowed from his feet, and female corpses with pale faces ran out to stop and try to get close to the old man.

But the layers of lime cover covered the female corpses one after another, petrified and fell back into the stagnant water.

"Make no mistake!"

Yang Jian took a deep breath, and when he couldn't fight, he tried to take Zhang Xianguang's use of the ghost lake and leave.

However, an old mottled black wall was reflected on the cold water, which actually blocked the teleportation of the ghost lake.

The other side.

The captain's expression suddenly became terrifying, and the thick darkness spread, and he turned around and left without hesitation, even preferring to give up and kill Yang Jian.

It ran, did not stop, and quickly disappeared from sight.

The tall black walls spread like locusts into the distance, the light became dim, and there was a musty and obscure smell everywhere.

A diamond-shaped street sign slowly emerges!

Liang Xingyang gritted his teeth and said: "Yin Yang Street is invading reality, and it must not be trapped inside. ”

"I said, the coffin nail must go through Tang Yerong's head!"

He took out the coffin nail and let out a devilish moan, desperate to use the wishing ghost's supernatural powers.

The wish spirit wrapped itself in the coffin nail and flew out violently, turning into a dark red line and stabbing the old man in the head.

"Ding......

A crisp sound sounded, and the coffin nail flew back into Liang Xingyang's hand.

The wish failed.

Liang Xingyang realized something at this moment: "Stone man, Zhang Youhong is a wood man, this Tang Yerong is actually a stone man!" ”

It's no wonder that three layers of heartbeats superimposed can't attack this terrifying old man.

He frantically thought about the countermeasures in his mind: "What is the way, what is the way to escape!" ”

"Ah......h

Twisted illusory arms began to stretch out from the old and moldy black walls, and countless oozing wails rang out.

Yinyang Street is about to settle in Dajing City, and countless ghosts are struggling, trying to change the fate of the wall and escape from the wall.

Once the supernatural land is successfully seated, the consequences are unimaginable.

"Lao Liang, let's go!"

Yang Jian's shout made Liang Xingyang come back to his senses suddenly.

Covered with layers of rich lime, Yang Jian and Zhang Xianguang turned into statues in the blink of an eye.

"Can't go, I haven't lost yet."

Liang Xingyang's heart was restless, the ghost blood could wash away the petrification curse, as long as Tang Yerong who was resurrected by the ghost was solved, Yang Jian and Zhang Xianguang still had a chance to be saved.

The next moment.

"Give me Zhang Youhong's relics before she died."

An old, black-haired wooden comb appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand.

Wishes that do not involve the supernatural are easy to achieve.

Liang Xingyang took out the soul incense of He Liansheng, the soul conjuring person in Taiping Ancient Town, and said in a deep voice: "Ignite!" ”

Another trivial wish fulfilled.

The soul incense that had been silent in his hand for a long time was floating a wisp of white smoke at this moment.

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