Thunder sounded, rain showers came suddenly, and the city of Hei'an, which had not rained for several days, poured down in this way.

Wang Zinuo, who was gradually moving away, heard a low laugh in the sound of dense raindrops, and then the laughter turned sharply high-pitched, and he looked up to the sky and laughed.

In the laughter, the rain became heavier and heavier, and countless displaced people fled in all directions, maybe it was just a rain for others, but it was indeed an out-and-out disaster for these extremely weak homeless people.

The laughter still didn't stop, and the thunder in the sky resounded through the heavens and the earth, but it couldn't hide the wild laughter.

Finally, a thunder snake that split the heavens and the earth came from above the nine heavens and landed under the nine shadows. A thunderclap that shook the heavens and the earth sounded, and the laughter stopped!

"Heaven doesn't pity people, I don't pity people, God doesn't punish people, I punish people!"

The voice was gentle, but it had endless might, and the dark clouds as black as ink seemed to drift away a little because of these words.

Wang Zinuo laughed, and the slightly paused figure continued to move forward, disappearing into the dense rain curtain.

The thunder flashed, the Baolin gun appeared, and the gate of the Chen family's mansion was shattered.

Several black theaters flashed out, and after the person in charge saw the person who came, he was furious and shouted at Liu Quan:

"Chen Changsheng, I haven't gone to look for you yet, but you took the initiative to send it to the door to find death"

Liu Quan smiled coldly when he heard this, and said:

"Without my intervention, you will die today without a place to bury!"

A thunderbolt swept by, illuminating the world.

In the dense rain, the figure flew out, and the raindrops splashed on his body, turning into bursts of mist, under the mist, his eyes were waveless, decisive and firm.

Today is just to take your life!

Reaching out and grabbing it, the Baolin spear, which was still flying, returned to his hand, and the raindrops hit the blade with a crisp sound.

When the leader saw that the person who made the shot was actually the reckless man, he knew that it was not good, and he howled softly, and everyone scattered.

The corners of Chen Changsheng's mouth were flirtatious, and a faint mockery dissipated under the rain.

The heavens and the earth shone again, but there was no thunder, and several shades of crimson scattered in the air, and they were washed away by the rain and dissipated, and there was no trace left on the white jade courtyard wall.

The person at the head was suddenly shocked, thinking that only Chen Changsheng was the most powerful among the people in the field, but he didn't want this reckless man to be even more fierce.

The dense rain was like a beaded curtain, which was lifted from it, and the cold light of the Baolin spear went straight to the ghost-faced man.

The cold killing machine made the hair of the leader stand upside down, and the cold sweat was like pulp, and then he shouted violently, and the light flashed, and a red-eyed skeleton shot directly at Chen Changsheng.

The red-eyed skeleton is not a non-weapon but it is a magic weapon, it is a thing that the ghost raiser collects and stores grievances, and when the grievances are full, the skeleton's eyes glow red, which can take care of the mind.

The Baolin spear swept across, and the skeleton suddenly shattered in the air, and the thick black mist enveloped Chen Changsheng with endless resentment.

There was a thunder between heaven and earth, but it couldn't illuminate the black mist, like an endless ghost domain.

Many of the homeless people trembled under the thunder, looking at the black mist, but their eyes could no longer be moved, as if they had been sucked in, their expressions were sluggish, they moved their steps, and unconsciously walked towards the black mist.

The leader finally showed a smug look, as long as he was contaminated by this resentment, he would be eroded by the soul, snatch people's minds, and finally turn into the walking dead, this ghost head is very different from the hundred ghost flags, the hundred ghost flags are just with the help of resentment, driven by the law, although they can transform and devour all things, but the power is much less than this ghost head, after all, the ghost head is the source.

Another flash of lightning streaked across the night sky, and the rain began to fall heavier and heavier.

The leader clearly saw through the dense rain line that a strong hand stretched out from the black mist.

"Is this the power of resentment!?"

The palms of the hands are clenched into fists in the rain.

Chen Changsheng never had it, and neither did the people from the Northwest.

Even if you have resisted demons for hundreds of years, there have never been mountains of corpses and a sea of blood, and white bones piled up!

Even if the north is safe, the people of the family are bullied, and there has never been!

Even if the Heavenly Dao is unfair, and the Immortal Dao is cholera, there has never been!

Because this gun killed the demon, killed the person, and broke the sky!

Another thunderbolt passed, the rain was light, and the leader fell!

The frenzied influx of displaced people pushed to the gate of the courtyard, to the white jade wall, and to the only bit of mercy left in Chen Changsheng's heart, not asking for justice in heaven, but asking for openness in his heart.

The pace of going back is no longer heavy, nor light, only firm, just like the gun, the blade of which is always facing the sky.

Qingyun glanced at it, still didn't take out the sword, opened the wine jug, and before he could enter the entrance, he was splashed close by dense raindrops, Qingyun hurriedly covered the wine jug, and said with some regret: "It's a good time, but you can't drink!"

At this time, Liu Quan is the busiest, he doesn't care how crazy the evil god is, but one thing has not changed, that is, the evil god only kills, no matter how buried it.

The handprint changed, the light rose, and the illusory token flew towards the resentful qi that began to drift away, the ghostly light flickered, like a whale swallowing water, and the black mist turned into thousands of black threads to ingest the token, and the token became more and more solid.

Looking at the change of the token, Liu Quan couldn't close his mouth with a smile, and when he saw the group of homeless people who were crazy about smashing, a fierce flash flashed in his eyes, but at this moment, under the traction of the qi machine, Liu Quan turned his head violently, and saw Qingyun looking at him with a smile.

Liu Quan swallowed his saliva with difficulty, withdrew the token, moved his muscles and bones, wanted the few tragic people to go, and pretended to be casual and said:

"The evil god just kills, no matter how buried it, I'd better work hard, at least in the ground!"

Qingyun smiled, picked up the flask and put it down, turned around and walked back.

Liu Quan raised his head and looked at the distant back, his eyes narrowed slightly, flashing a fine light, and then quickly and skillfully searched for those few tragic deaths.

The rain had been falling, but it had not soaked Wang Zinuo's clothes, and the water had become a stream, and his footsteps had made ripples on it.

Wang Zinuo pushed open a blood-red courtyard gate, the courtyard gate was in disrepair, making a "crunching" and terrifying sound, and the guards and disciples in the courtyard saw that it was him, and did not stop it.

Footsteps slowly walked through the pavilion corridor to the main hall, pushed open the door A cold air hit the face, the mist rose, permeated the surroundings, the space was distorted, Wang Zinuo entered a secret room, a huge red-eyed skeleton in the secret room floated in the air, the huge eye sockets emitted blood-red light, and the strange laughter made people shudder.There was a man sitting cross-legged on the futon in the secret room, his face was thin, his thin lips were crimson, there were no eyebrows above his closed eyes, and his clean face looked more and more pale in the flickering firelight, and at first glance he was a handsome man, but there was always an indescribable evil spirit.

Wang Zinuo didn't care about him when he saw him meditating, and looked around the secret room by himself, and there was a huge pool of blood behind the man, and the blood in the blood pool turned into an endless human form and tumbled, splashing layers of blood waves, and the person in the blood wave was crying like a human face, with a huge mouth open but no sound, and after a while, the blood pool quickly descended and calmed down.

The man opened his eyes and shot a strange red light, and he was not surprised to see Wang Zinuo, and his thin lips opened lightly.

"You're here!"

The voice was hoarse and shrill and reverberated in the chamber, unspeakably strange under the flickering firelight.

Wang Zinuo smiled, a smile like a breeze giving people an incomparably peaceful feeling, but it was incompatible with the strange atmosphere in this secret room.

"Mr. Ghost's cultivation has improved again, congratulations!"

Mr. Ghost didn't answer, still looking at Wang Zinuo with a strange red light, waiting for his next words.

Sure enough, the corners of Wang Zinuo's mouth twitched, and he continued:

"But I hope that Mr. Ghost had better act according to the plan and not do anything transgressive, otherwise it will affect the Sage's plan, do you know what the consequences are?"

His face was still warm, but the threat between his words was not disguised in the slightest.

Mr. Ghost's eyes narrowed slightly, and a strange red glow shot on Wang Zinuo's face like substance, and said expressionlessly:

"You threaten me?"

Wang Zinuo arched his hand, smiled brightly, and said:

"The thousand-year-old inheritance of the Ghost Raising Dao is infinitely glorious, but since it is subordinate to my Holy Immortal Sect, it is best not to be delusional, because it is easy for the Ghost Raising Dao to break the inheritance!"

Mr. Ghost's face flashed with anger, and then he laughed maniacally, and the huge ghost head floating in the air opened its huge mouth at the same time as if laughing.

The wind gusted in the secret room, blowing the slightly messy ends of Wang Zinuo's hair.

"How dare you, a little messenger, speak to a deity like this?"

Wang Zinuo didn't care, stretched out his hand and brushed the ends of his hair and continued:

"I'm just advising Mr. Ghost not to do anything that is beyond his remorse in vain about restoring his former glory, although I'm just a messenger of the Holy Immortal Gate, but it's better than... A dog is strong!"

Hearing this, Mr. Ghost was furious, grabbed the void, the blood pool behind him rolled, and an incomparably huge bloody hand came out and grabbed Wang Zinuo.

Seeing this, Wang Zinuo didn't move, just looked at it with a light smile, and just as the bloody hand was about to approach his body, a jet-black sword qi came out of thin air, and the huge bloody hand shattered under this sword aura, turning into a cloud of blood mist that dyed the entire secret room red, adding a bit of calmness.

Mr. Ghost's eyes froze, and he looked vigilantly into the depths of darkness.

Wang Zinuo gently patted the clothes on his body, and when he saw that there was no blood splashing, he raised his head and glanced at Mr. Ghost with confidence, and said:

"Oh yes, I don't really like this place at all, it's fishy and smelly, and it's where dogs live. ”

After speaking, he ignored the grim-faced Mr. Ghost and walked out of the secret room slowly.