The coffin nail has the final word.

When the cracked spear covering the ghost pierced Yang Jian's body, everything was settled.

The eerie scarlet world crumbles inch by inch.

Even if Yang Jian looked incredulous, he could only fall weakly in the end, and the scarlet ghost fell into a deep sleep, and one by one the ghost eyes closed.

After the ghost eye fell into a deep sleep, the countless selves that shrouded him quickly disappeared, and all the terrifying supernatural powers directly subsided.

But a stream of silver ghosts came overwhelmingly, instantly taking over the disappeared scarlet world and enveloping Yang Jian in it.

"You've lost!"

In the silver light, Liang Xingyang walked slowly towards him, his expression was indifferent, and there was an aura that was not like a living person permeating everywhere.

No one responded.

But the next moment.

The cracked spear that ran through the Yang Room was fading its color, transforming into a cold and miserable white, gradually ethereal, and there was a feeling that it could not be maintained and was about to dissipate.

Since he replaced Yang Jian from the past point in time, the Split Spear was also a product of the supernatural power of the ghost eye, but it was replaced by the supernatural power of the mirror ghost and was used to nail Yang Jian.

After the ghost eye fell asleep, Yang Jian, who belonged to the past point in time, collapsed and disappeared in the mirror space, and the mirror ghost lost the medium to replace and was gradually changing back to his original self.

The suppression belonging to the coffin nail was rapidly weakening, and a scarlet ghost eye under the flesh of Yang Jian's forehead squirmed in the flesh and blood, showing signs of recovery.

Liang Xingyang did not hesitate, and took advantage of the fact that the supernatural had not completely dissipated, and asked Meng Xiaodong to take down the cracked spear in Yang Jian's hand.

The two mortal curses on the spear took effect, but they did not have much effect on Meng Xiaodong.

The real spear pierced through Yang Jian's corpse, and at the same time nailed the ghost on the ground, and the wriggling ghost eye directly subsided, no longer making a movement.

Wang Chaling said with an excited expression: "You have defeated Yang Jian, and our chances of escaping are getting bigger and bigger." ”

After defeating Yang Jian, the other captains of the headquarters could no longer threaten their actions to get out of trouble.

Liang Xingyang's eyes were solemn, but he didn't explain anything.

The only people who are most likely to threaten them are Zhang Youhong's second sister Hong and the old man Zhang Bohua in the pharmacy, but the threat is just a threat, and what he is really afraid of in his heart is another kind of resistance.

Ghost.

According to the information reminder on the human skin paper, after completing the puzzle, the ghost can already return the people in the fictional world to reality, and the subtle reminder is actually the help of the world, not only the living people, but also the ghost.

He sighed slightly, if the guess in his heart came true, that would be the beginning of the real danger.

This thing needs to be verified.

Here, the more people who are familiar with themselves, the more complicated and cumbersome the threads that bind themselves will be, and what they need to do is cut these threads, and then they will naturally break away.

But it is unclear whether this disengagement plan will apply to the current situation, after all, the curled up corpse has already been harnessed by another ghost.

Liang Xingyang thought of this, and his face remained unchanged.

He took the initiative to break in not to desperately get out of trouble, but to join forces with the ancient mansion Zhang Dong to restrict this ghost. Now it's just a matter of killing Yang Jian here, and it's not over yet.

At this moment, the faded spear had turned into a cold aura and dissipated, but it didn't matter, the real cracked spear had successfully nailed Yang Jian.

Then, he ignored Yang Jian's corpse, stared at the black shadow that was nailed to the ground, and then put his hand into the black shadow and began to grope continuously.

Soon, a scarlet, eerie, pupilless eye was plucked out of the palm of his hand. The ghost eye is dead, and even if it is out of the ghost, it still does not move.

In a few moments, he took out a full ten ghost eyes.

"Puff puff ......"

It was an uncontrollable heartbeat, accompanied by the sound of a heartbeat, and a strange emotion of longing spreading.

This is the instinctive influence of a small part of the puzzle in the ghost heart puzzle, hoping to eat away at these ten scarlet eyes.

Liang Xingyang tried to restrain this instinctive influence of ghosts: "The ghost heart and the spirit of the mirror ghost are gradually out of balance. Although the speed is not fast, I can detect it, but there will be no accident in the short term, and when I get out of this world, the supernatural spirit of the dead ghost will disappear, and the supernatural balance will be restored. But you can't let the ghost heart get the ghost eye again, otherwise it will be anti-guest in the next second. ”

The ghost heart is a powerful ghost who stole the ghost blood and the ghost puzzle pieces, and before he controlled Ye Zhen as a substitute for the dead ghost, the horror level was increased again, and a faint feeling of loss of control and estrangement began to appear.

"Yang Jian, who lost the ghost eye and the cracked spear, only had three ghosts, the ghost shadow, the ghost lake, and the ghost hand. Although his strength is still top-notch, he can't escape the isolation of the ghost mirror. I can replace Yang Jian, modify the ghost baby's memory, and then give the ghost eye to the ghost baby to devour. ”

Liang Xingyang stretched out his palm covered in ghost blood and grabbed the cracked spear and pulled it up.

As soon as it broke free from the suppression of the coffin nails, Yang Jian's corpse opened its eyes and quickly recovered.

But the next second.

Wisps of silver light surged, quickly covering Yang Jian, leaving only a brand new ghost mirror in place.

Liang Xingyang's face remained unchanged, he beckoned to put the ghost mirror back into his body, turned his head and said to Wang Chaling: "Don't waste time, I'll help you cut the thread tied to you in this fictional world first, and send you away." ”

Wang Chaling said: "What do you want to do?" ”

Liang Xingyang didn't speak, but a vague figure quickly walked out behind him, this ethereal figure gradually became clear from the blur, and a familiar face appeared in front of them again.

This is the replacement of Yang Jian.

Subsequently, he handed over the ten ghost eyes to this Yang Jian again.

Yang Jian was expressionless, silently took the ghost eyes, and a thick shadow quickly gushed out from his palm, directly engulfing the ten ghost eyes.

The ghost eye opened, and a layer of rich red light reappeared, covering the entire Dadong City at an extremely fast speed.

"Don't fight, help me point out these people, and I'll help you cut all the threads on your body."

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he put his hand on Wang Chaling's body, and a large amount of red light invaded Wang Chaling's body, sharing the ghost's gaze.

Wang Chaling tried to maintain his composure, and his eyes emitted a faint red light.

Through the ubiquitous ghost eyes in the ghostly eyes, he saw people who were familiar with him.

"Kill them all... Killed? ”

Wang Chaling's eyes emitted red light, staring at a certain sight.

It was Ah Zhen, whose lower abdomen was slightly bulging, and a strong feeling of resistance was growing in the bottom of his heart, constantly tormenting his consciousness.

Strangling relatives and friends with your own hands, what a frenzied thing to do. Even if you don't do it yourself, there is still an unbearable heartache.

"This is a fictional world, don't get addicted."

Yang Jian glanced at it, took back the palm that was on Wang Chaling's body, and cut off the shared ghost eye gaze.

Immediately afterwards, he did not hesitate to bury people who were familiar with Wang Chaling to 10,000 meters underground.

Wang Chaling sighed lonely and was silent.

But then there were some subtle changes in the scene in front of him, and what his eyes saw became distorted and blurred, not because of his eyes, but because the threads tied to his body were cut off for the most part, the world had a problem and became a little unreal.

If this change continues, this place is likely to collapse like a fantasy, and he will be able to get out of the predicament at that time.

At this time, Liang Xingyang squinted his eyes and asked, "What are you seeing now, is it four walls made of gold, or a gloomy ancient mansion?" ”

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