Behind the rusty supernatural bus dragged a long silver light, like a silver meteor gliding in the air, and plunged headlong into the strange scarlet supernatural land.

Behind the bus, there were many figures, and countless black-and-white, lifeless old people followed and drifted like resurrected ghosts.

More and more old women are approaching, like a black and white torrent squeezing open, eroding, and tearing apart the small opening of the bus.

Only a lonely stick of incense was left in the same place, and in the midst of the smoke, Luo Wensong squinted his eyes and watched the imminent battle ahead.

The eerie sound of "...... beep" continued to echo. Two yellowing lights shredded the silver light and also the red light, spreading in one direction.

At this moment, the five Yang Jian were covered in red light, holding a cracked spear, and the scarlet ghost eyes suddenly shrank, and a creepy sense of crisis came.

A flash of red light. They quickly disappeared from their place, scattering their positions to prevent being hit by buses. Liang Xingyang slammed the steering wheel, controlled the supernatural bus to forcibly swing its tail, and slammed on the accelerator towards a person.

"Beep ......" The weirdly hoarse horn sounded again. As if it was some kind of signal, one by one the old women gathered over, stretched out their wrinkled arms, and approached Yang Jian.

"Meng Xiaodong!" This Yang Jian was startled, but the cracked spear he was holding swept out without hesitation, dismembering the illusory old man who was approaching, and his head gurgled and rolled down.

As soon as you clear an area, you immediately use the eight-layer ghost snake to restart the surroundings to avoid being hit by the bus.

But more old women gathered, not only did his body gradually fade slightly, a terrible suppression was still blocking the retreat around him, and the dense old women were preventing the spread of red light and interfering with the restart of the ghost eye.

But at the moment when the restart failed, the yellow lights in front became extremely dazzling, and the figure of the bus was coming.

In an emergency, Yang Jian raised his hand and put the cracked spear in front of him, and made a plan to deal with it.

"Click." As the cold human skin covering the body of the spear let out a strange and oozing scream, the bone body of the spear was directly broken under the huge impact force, and a force was transmitted to the body.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, Yang Jian was hit head-on by the bus, flew out directly uncontrollably, rolled on the ground a few times, struggled a few times and failed to stand up, and the red light all over his body was like a light bulb about to go out, and began to flicker and flicker.

Yang Jian spat out the cold lake water, and his fallen body was twisted and broken, without hesitation, without hesitation, he directly restarted himself with the seven-layer ghost snake.

However, the terrible attack did not stop, the light above his head was blocked, and it was the wrinkled arms that stretched out, covering it continuously.

The flickering red light was immediately extinguished, and Yang Jian, who fell to the ground, opened his eyes wide, and disappeared directly in the next second, and a new illusory old woman appeared in his place.

"Yang Jian, who was brought over by the Ghost Eye Nine-Layer Ghost Snake, is not a real ghost after all, and can be killed." Liang Xingyang sat in the driver's seat, his expression was extremely calm, and at this moment he was covered in silver light and started the bus again.

Wang Chaling understood it and gave a suggestion: "I think you can retreat for the time being, retrieve your ghost paintings, and then clean up Yang Jian?" Liang Xingyang vetoed: "The world's malice is deepening, and if you don't kill Yang Jian, your actions will be hindered." Countless black and white illusory old women got out of the way, exposing another trapped Yang Jian.

The previous scene happened again. Another Yang Jian disappeared, and another illusory old woman appeared. The other side.

The real Yang Jian is wielding a spear, blocking the old man in front of him, even if there is an occasional supernatural attack on his body, it doesn't matter, restart his recovery state.

But the two who came over were dispersed, and he also sensed the danger, and looked at the bus with a sharp eye.

The rich red light of the six-layer ghost snake immediately spread, but it was blocked by the black and white illusory old woman, so that the ghost snake could not spread.

Yang Jian's heart sank: "It is really a good means to use the carriage to avoid the advantage of the coffin nailing, and then replace Meng Xiaodong as a thug to block and restart to prevent me from reversing the past." ”

"Using countless mirror ghosts as a medium, let Meng Xiaodong's unfold infinite invasion, although the illusory old man who invaded was not Meng Xiaodong's complete body, but there were too many of them. These two infinite supernatural spirits cooperate with each other, and the longer the time drags on, the more dangerous the situation will be for me. ”

"Since nine ghost eyes can't fight, then ten. Until the layers of ghosts converge infinitely, there's no reason why my ghost eyes can't compare to you. Yang Jian's expression was cold, and a trace of a hole opened between his forehead, revealing a white-gold ghost eye underneath, and suddenly, wisps of pure green fire swayed.

On the basis of the superposition of the nine eyes, this last eye is superimposed. Suddenly, the ten-story ghost snake opened! The red light was extremely dense and diffused, and the whole body seemed to be soaked in blood, and a strange and ominous aura permeated out.

"Kill!" Yang Jian drank, and the voice that spoke at this moment was accented, like the overlap of countless time points, countless people drank in unison, and finally the voices converged.

Layers of strange scarlet light converged and spread out with unstoppable momentum, directly breaking through the blockade of the illusory old woman.

A thick scarlet road spreads into the distance, enveloping the rusty supernatural bus like a spotlight.

Even the yellowish light emitted by the two headlights turned an eerie scarlet at this moment. Not only that, there was a strange noise under the vehicle, as if it was out of order, unable to drive, and was forcibly intercepted in place by the red light.

Liang Xingyang's silver pupils widened slightly, and he looked at Yang Jian who was walking with heavy steps in the red light.

The next moment. Yang Jian appeared expressionlessly, his body was shrouded in ghosting, and he walked to the front of the bus, and the cracked spear in his hand immediately waved and cut off his head.

With a swing of the knife, the ghost snake folded infinitely, and the firewood knife at thousands of points in time was chopped down.

The front of the "crunch crunch ......" was slashed open, and a huge hole was opened.

"Ah......" The sharp and piercing wail of the ghost in the carriage instantly echoed in Liang Xingyang's ears, and the aisle lights in the carriage went out in an instant.

The second knife fell.

"Bang bang bang!" The light bulbs in the carriage exploded in unison. After the second opening quickly appeared in the front of the car, the speed at which the superimposed red light outside the car eroded the brilliant silver light intensified.

Liang Xingyang was startled, stood up and hurriedly wanted to leave his seat. And yet at this very moment. With the sound of the thick cloth under the seat being torn, a cold and terrifying fat arm suddenly stretched out and hugged his leg.

Under the supernatural effect of the bus, Liang Xingyang's body stiffened suddenly, as if he was hit by a vehicle after being touched, sat down again, and returned to the driver's seat again.

The bright silver light suddenly dimmed, and the red light outside the car broke through, filling every corner of the car.

A flash of red light. Yang Jian was about to break into the carriage with a cracked spear, but he suddenly instinctively turned around, and under the sight of the ghost's eyes, two thin fingers knocked on him.

Such an action is like knocking on a door that is certain to die. In an instant, the white-gold ghost eyes flickered, and thousands of superimposed rolling heat waves poured out, devouring the two wizened fingers.

"Luo Wensong!" Yang Jian's eyes were full of murderous intent, and his voice seemed to come from a distant place, cold and infiltrating, full of terrifying malice.

As soon as the fire scorched, the two wizened fingers ignited with cyan flames, and the mortal curse on them burned clean, and the fingers retracted violently as if they were in pain.

But in the midst of the smoke, there was the sound of doors opening one after another, and not only countless immortal auras filled the air, but also an incomparably terrifying darkness engulfed over.

Take advantage of this opportunity. Liang Xingyang suppressed his restless heart, quickly took out a pair of scarlet scissors, and broke the cursed black line between himself and the bus.

The effect was very obvious, and the fat arm holding his thigh immediately released. As soon as the suppression of the ghost of the bus disappeared, the bright silver light was like a long-dormant candle, burning again and becoming more terrifying.

Infinite mirroring! The bright silver light directly repelled the layers of red light that intersected in the carriage and occupied the bus again.

"Dada......" Liang Xingyang stood up suddenly, the sound of mirrors constantly echoing around him, and his figure became ethereal as if he had fallen into a deep spiritual place.

Between two beams of bright silver light in his eyes, and his own face and figure blurred, two terrible killing laws were triggered.

Same in appearance, same in action. The silver light quickly spread out of the car. And the confrontation outside the car at the moment is also laying the foundation for victory.

"If you're just at that level, today is your sacrifice day." Yang Jian's eyes flashed red.

The roaring invisible waves of fire successfully blocked the terrifying darkness that spread out of the pitch-black doorway, and there was still enough strength to crush it little by little.

"I'm already dead, how can I die a second time when I'm just a ghost. But I can't stop you, it's time. Luo Wensong showed a smile of relief on his face, he used too much supernatural power, and the level of confrontation was too high, and the conjuring incense in his hand had burned out.

After the last sparkling ash fell, his smile froze in the smoke, and his body quickly dissipated, finally turning into a wisp of green smoke in the air.

However, at the last moment, he managed to open the portal of the supernatural, connected to the ghost post office here, and gained insight into the abnormal places in this world.

Fortunately, it helped in the end, and it was not for nothing. Just after the last trace of green smoke dissipated, a bright silver light surged, once again competing with the intersecting red light.

A large number of illusory old women scattered all over the world began to pour into the ghost mirror world, and there was a tendency to fill up.

Separate paths in the midst of the crowds.

"Step, step, step~" Liang Xingyang's ethereal figure walked out, staring at the dividing line of the confrontation between the two ghosts, Yang Jian's figure was reflected in his pupils, the law of killing was in line, and an incomparably terrifying suction force appeared on his body.

"You want to imprison me?" Yang Jian's eyes flickered, but he didn't dodge or dodge, the layers of ghosts around him shook involuntarily, and a half-black and half-red shadow flowed under his feet, and as soon as the ghost appeared, the slightly swaying figure immediately stabilized.

"With the help of the Ghost Eye Death Machine, how long can you hold out if you forcibly open the ten layers of the Ghost Dragon? Sooner or later, the ghost eye will revive again on the ghost, and when the time comes, you will revive yourself without my intervention. Liang Xingyang said.

The silver light is still shining brighter and brighter. Yang Jian said: "How long can you hold on to locking yourself in a turtle shell and opening the infinite mirror?" The erosion of the consciousness of the living by the ghost instinct is no joke, and you will end up in the new mirror ghost consciousness. He didn't speak again.

Liang Xingyang's appearance and figure are gradually changing, and he is eighty percent similar to Yang Jian in front of him, and one after another white and cold eyes are emerging, but only the shape of the ghost eye does not have the supernatural power of the ghost eye.

He took a step forward, the silver light squeezing the red light back a little. But even so, Yang Jian still didn't move a step, but the hand holding the cracked spear became harder and harder, and suddenly said in a commanding tone: "Pull him into a dream!" ”

"Wang!" A large wolf dog with huge body and black hair walked out from behind Yang Jian with its teeth bared, its eyes fierce and cruel, it roared viciously, and ran over at a very fast speed after roaring.

This scene is presented in the silver light. Liang Xingyang stopped, looking at the vicious dogs with calm and indifferent eyes, as if he didn't care.

Before a large number of vicious dogs could successfully approach, wisps of silver light surged, and the vicious dogs that stepped into the silver light disappeared in place one by one.

On Liang Xingyang's side, one by one the miserable white and cold vicious dogs walked out from behind, gradually changing into vicious dogs with black hair all over their bodies, and ran in the direction of Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's expression was slightly gloomy, and he could only send more vicious dogs.

"Woo Woo ......"

"Wangwang......" The two groups of black wolfdogs roared at each other through the silver and red lights, and the low roars came and went, and the two sides did not give in to each other.

Wang Chaling looked at it in disbelief, and couldn't help but persuade: "Since everyone is deadlocked, it's better to stop, let's avoid it for the time being." ”

"Fool, if you can't help, be quiet." Meng Xiaodong walked over and said in an old and hoarse voice.

At this moment, her body is a little blurry, and she has used supernatural powers too many times, and the essence of the mirror ghost is transforming towards the ghost mirror.

At this critical moment, it was impossible to stop, and the consequence of Yang Jian's closure of the ten-layer ghost snake was to be imprisoned. On the contrary, everyone present could not withstand the thousands of knives chopped by the firewood knife.

The stalemate continues. In the red light, Yang Jian fell into deep thought, thinking about a way to break the game.

Liang Xingyang also fell into deep thought, thinking calmly: "How to break the balance of ghosts on the ground?" Wang Chaling frowned and said, "Let me try." Grandparents, help me kill Yang Jian. "An order.

The two old men standing behind him walked out hand in hand, walking towards the strange scarlet spiritual place opposite.

Liang Xingyang shouted: "The red light of the ghost eyes intersects, as long as you walk in, you will be trapped immediately, don't do stupid things." ”

"I just wanted to help." Wang Chaling was taken aback, and hurriedly called the Wang family generation back. At this time, Meng Xiaodong came over and proposed: "My limit is almost up, it is better to give the hope of breaking the deadlock to the real ghost." Release Meng Xiaodong's body and let the ghost deal with Yang Jian. Liang Xingyang shook his head: "No, don't forget that he has a coffin nail in his hand." "The coffin nail has the final word, and doing so will lose Meng Xiaodong's body.

Meng Xiaodong nodded regrettably, and could only think of a way again. After a while. Liang Xingyang looked at the slightly broken supernatural bus, the color of thought in his eyes became even stronger, and he secretly said in his heart: "The convergence of ghost eyes and red light can trap powerful ghosts, but the supernatural bus can break the reality and the supernatural place, which may be the key to breaking the game." "The supernatural bus was dismembered twice by Yang Jian with a firewood knife, and it is no longer possible to isolate the inside and outside compartments, so the driver must at least have the strength to resist the intersection of red light, otherwise the driver will be taken away by the ghost, and the unmanned supernatural bus will be lost.

He glanced at Wang Chaling and shook his head slowly, the real horror was the Wang family's generation and not him, and it was very likely that he would not return if he was asked to implement the plan.

This matter can only be done by Meng Xiaodong. An ethereal figure appeared behind him, replacing the mirror ghost who was about to transform into a ghost mirror.

"I'll drive a bus to attack Yang Jian and break your balance." After Meng Xiaodong finished speaking, he boarded the supernatural bus, let the fat corpse under the seat cushion take a bite, and establish contact with each other.

However, when he was in control, the bus shook abnormally violently, as if the machinery had failed, and it stopped in place and did not run successfully.

Fortunately, under many attempts, under constant stimulation, the ghost finally recovered from the dismembered state, the two car lights lit up with a faint yellow light, and the aisle lights in the carriage also reacted.

Meng Xiaodong did not hesitate to directly kick the accelerator and drove the bus into the weird and scarlet supernatural place.

As far as the eye can see, there is a scarlet road ahead, with no end in sight, like a road to hell.

Red light in the depths. Yang Jian's face was solemn and a little ugly: "You want to drive and hit me?" While he rebelled against the fate of his captivity, the infinite superimposed suction force also fixed him in place, unable to move, almost incapacitated.

However, the superimposed and intersecting ghosts outside have reached the limit of what can be stacked, and even he himself does not know whether they can trap the supernatural bus.

Five minutes later. Liang Xingyang's eyes were empty and numb, and his voice was a little hoarse and weird: "You haven't even broken out yet?" The erosion of the ghost's instinct made his already small feelings begin to become more and more indifferent, this feeling is very bad, and the identity of the living is disappearing little by little.

Wang Chaling said: "If it continues like this, will the world's malice send other people over to help Yang Jian break the deadlock?" He realized that he was not qualified to intervene, but he was extremely worried that something would happen in the next second and the situation would collapse.

Liang Xingyang said indifferently: "Don't worry, at this point, except for Zhang Dong, no one is qualified to meddle in the affairs here." "Whether it's the rich red light that overlaps and intersects or the infinite superimposed ghost mirror world, the terrifying ghost snake is isolated from the outside world's exploration and entrance.

And yet at this very moment. A slight crashing sound came from the depths of the red light, not loud, but particularly noticeable.

The supernatural bus driven by Meng Xiaodong finally found Yang Jian, and under the huge impact force, the overlapping figures on Yang Jian's body swayed, and one of the ghosts was knocked out.

The next moment, a scarlet figure holding a cracked spear flew out from the depths of the red light and was sucked into Liang Xingyang's body.

The corners of Liang Xingyang's mouth opened, revealing an indifferent smile: "After a stalemate for so long, there is finally a result." Although it only replaced a past you, in the end, I won. Then, an amazing scene happened.

The ten white and cold eyes on his body underwent a complete transformation at this moment, as if they had been soaked in blood, becoming rich and scarlet, emitting a faint red light.

Ten layers of ghost eyes are stacked! In the next second, the ghost snake belonging to the ghost eye emanated, and the red light that converged was like a sharp knife, easily slashing through the ghost snake in Yang Jian, exposing his figure hiding in the depths of the ghost snake.

Suddenly, the rich red light belonging to the mirror ghost was like a searchlight, directly enveloping Yang Jian's body.

One second! The cracked spear in Liang Xingyang's hand disappeared, and as the ghost snake moved in front of Yang Jian, it instantly pierced through.