Chapter 70 Success Limitation
The lobby of the Caesar Hotel was filled with ghosts of three different brilliance.
They are the turquoise light belonging to the will-o’s fire, the dark and desolate streets of the newspaper ghost, and the scarlet light of the ghost’s eyes.
A magical scene is happening.
Liang Xingyang replaced the will-o'-the-wisp with the flame ghost that opened up, restraining the street of the newspaper ghost, sealing countless pieces of flying red paper in the street, making it impossible to escape.
However, the red paper flying all over the sky is restraining Yang Jian's ghosts, preventing the scarlet ghosts from invading the streets.
At this time.
The desolate streets were covered in raging fire, and pieces of blackened bricks and stones were continuously burned.
Only one-tenth of the street's length remains.
Even Tong Qian, who was sitting on the bench at the end of the street, was attacked by Liang Xingyang with triple heartbeats, causing cardiac arrest at the heart.
The supernatural attack of Ghost Heart Must Die took effect immediately.
Tong Qian collapsed to the ground.
Although the newspaper ghost cannot be killed, it will be suppressed by supernatural power like human skin paper, causing a stagnant state ranging from ten seconds to several minutes.
The burning will-o'-the-wisps spread deep into the streets and soon completely burned the ghosts in the streets.
Even countless pieces of red paper were ignited. The desperate faces on the red paper were burned by the ghost fire. The paper was twisted in the flames. The twisted faces in the gloomy fire let out an extremely unpleasant scream. , then turned into ashes and turned into ashes falling from the sky.
"Well..."
Liang Xingyang covered his heart with both hands, injected wisps of ghost fire into it, and skillfully began to suppress the ghost heart's recovery.
"How are you?" Yang Jian asked worriedly.
"Leave me alone, take the opportunity to nail the newspaper ghost with coffin nails."
Liang Xingyang pressed down the trembling dry heart, controlling the surging will-o'-the-wisp to burn the heart.
Yang Jian nodded, took away the coffin nails without hesitation, and walked to the bench at the end of the street.
A graceful woman lay motionless on the ground, clutching an old newspaper in her hand. His hair was disheveled, and his face covered by black hair was wearing a strange smile. A pair of blank eyes stared at the approaching Yang Jian, but his body was as stiff as a corpse.
"Ghost, you have been defeated."
Yang Jian sneered and inserted the rusty coffin nails into Tong Qian's body smoothly.
The unparalleled suppressive power took effect immediately, the ghostly face disappeared, the weird smile that penetrated Tong Qian's face also disappeared, the newspaper ghost also fell into silence, and Tong Qian's eyes slowly closed.
Yang Jian did not just let the newspaper ghost go, but called the headless ghost to take the ghost newspaper from its hands.
This ghost newspaper is an important puzzle piece for the newspaper ghost. Without the ghost newspaper's supernatural complementation to form a new supernatural, the newspaper ghost will lose this street ghost.
The headless ghost possesses suppressive power and can easily take the ghost newspaper from the newspaper ghost's hand.
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, staring at Tong Qian's grimace. He controlled the headless ghost figure to stretch out his hands, covering his face with thick black shadow. Under the supernatural effect of splicing the limbs, a picture Beautiful female faces were picked out.
Liang Xingyang has restored his supernatural balance and walked over without disturbing Yang Jian.
"Did you meet three ghost masters on the supernatural bus? They were two men and one woman."
Yang Jian recalled for a while and said: "I didn't meet the people you mentioned. The ones on board were Xu Feng, a detective from Xiaochun City, and Lin Bei, who claimed to be a student at the Buddhist Academy."
Liang Xingyang murmured: "It seems like a ghost show. After escaping from the Taiwan incident, they did not board the bus again."
Yang Jian frowned and said: "The bus I took was very dangerous, and I almost couldn't get back. Ghosts, and unknown ghosts that can kill people in dreams."
"By the way, I seem to have seen Huanggang Village."
Liang Xingyang was shocked. He almost died in the ghost stage incident. If it hadn't been for the ghost candle to save his life, he would have been cold now.
Then the current information about Huanggang Village was shared with Yang Jian.
"What? The ghosts are really restricted by the ghost stage!" Yang Jian's face was solemn and he could not believe it. "That's really a fate. Fortunately, the supernatural bus is just passing by. If it stops in a place like this, it will I won’t lure all the ghosts into the car.”
“Yang Jian, something is wrong.”
Liang Xingyang’s expression suddenly changed.
"..."
"What's wrong, the will-o'-the-wisp is out of trouble, Yang Jian, please help me get it done first."
Liang Xingyang's body trembled, and he hurriedly threw away the small mirror holding the will-o'-the-wisp in his pocket. go out.
The mirror ghost's coat collapsed inch by inch, and finally merged into the body. The green ghost transformed into a cold aura and disappeared.
The coffin nail is suppressing the newspaper ghost, so he can only leave the trouble to Yang Jian to deal with it first.
Liang Xingyang returned to the appearance of a pale young man, and the balance of the ghosts in his body was broken again. He quickly went to repair the imbalance of the ghosts in his body.
“What?”
After hearing this, Yang Jian was stunned and had not yet reacted.
“Crack.”
The mirror exploded in mid-air, and glass fragments flew into the air.
The turquoise firelight flickered, and a terrifying and ferocious male corpse appeared out of thin air, then disappeared in the firelight.
The will-o'-the-wisp is hidden.
"Is this Li Jun? You're a swindler."
Yang Jian's expression changed drastically, and when he saw the resurrected will-o'-the-wisp, he wanted to hit someone.
But there is no way. Liang Xingyang is now in a state of supernatural imbalance and is temporarily unable to move. Yang Jian knows that he must go up.
The green ghosts opened up and instantly covered the first floor of the hotel.
The leather sofas in the hall were set on fire, the windows were set on fire, and the tiles were set on fire.
The entire hall was shrouded in ghosts, and a gloomy green sea of fire appeared, and the fire burned ragingly.
Yang Jian's face was solemn, and he couldn't help but step back.
The six ghost eyes on the body opened simultaneously, the scarlet light was dazzling, and the ghosts began to crowd out the will-o'-the-wisp.
"Where did the ghost go?"
The ghost eyes on Yang Jian's forehead began to rotate restlessly, and suddenly locked in one direction.
The sight of the ghost eye peeked out the location of the will-o'-the-wisp hidden in the ghost.
Yang Jian then opened the second layer of the ghost, and a more terrifying red light spread out.
The ghost eyes of the ghost eyes gradually suppress the ghosts of the will-o'-the-wisps, and the area covered by the scarlet ghost ghosts becomes larger, including all the ghosts of the will-o'-the-wisps.
This is a competition between ghosts and ghosts. Obviously, Yang Jian's second-level ghosts competed with the resurrected ghost fire, and the result was slightly better.
"Trapped."
Yang Jian felt happy and dragged Liang Xingyang into the ghost eyes of the ghost, focusing on using the ghost to block the spread of the ghost fire.
Yang Jian received the sight from the ghost eyes on his forehead and could see in the center of the sea of fire, a man with gloomy green will-o'-the-wisps surging in his charred eyes, standing there stiffly. , was staring blankly at the scarlet ghost outside.
"What can you do to trap the will-o'-the-wisp without a golden container to hold it? Otherwise, I will have to run away."
Yang Jian hesitated in his heart and gave up on opening the third layer of ghosts. Instead, he squatted down, looked at Liang Xingyang and asked with a smile.
Liang Xingyang looked in pain at this time, curling up like a patient having a heart attack.
"You are still not human, you can still laugh now."
Liang Xingyang's painful face showed a little anger.
"Then what should I do? There is no way to imprison the will-o'-the-wisp now. If you don't laugh, will you make me cry?" Yang Jian chuckled.
Liang Xingyang has always had a style of taking control of the overall situation, which made Yang Jian feel a little unhappy, so he took the opportunity to tease him.
Furthermore, the will-o'-the-wisp is suppressed by his ghost and cannot escape. It loses the threat and can leave at any time. As long as it does not exceed the four-minute time limit, it will not stimulate the ghost's eye to revive.
Liang Xingyang groaned: "Can you let the headless ghost help me suppress the evil ghost and revive it."
Let's get down to business.
Yang Jian nodded solemnly, controlled the headless ghost to reach into Liang Xingyang's heart, and grabbed the trembling dry heart with the palm made of shadow.
The ghost's heart is reviving, trembling and releasing supernatural curses, resisting the suppression of the headless ghost.
The erosion of the mortal curse makes Ghost Shadow's hands tend to melt.
As the cold aura of the mirror ghost rejoined, and under double suppression, the resurgence and restlessness of the ghost heart was completely suppressed, and gradually returned to a disorderly beating frequency.
Liang Xingyang’s expression softened, and the supernatural balance in his body was re-established.
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