Chapter 145: Overwhelming
Liang Xingyang quickly realized that the ghost stage was born, and the woman in white was most likely replaced by a living ghost.
Because of the coffin nails, they had a confrontation. In the end, Liang Xingyang used the coffin nails to nail him to death by surprise and luckily won.
After Shen Lan's face was stunned for a moment, the memory resurfaced in her mind.
She had the chance to take the supernatural bus and leave the stage, but she didn't expect to encounter a coffin nail.
The coffin nails were of great value, and she was tempted.
But at that time, the coffin nail was nailed to a corpse that seemed to have been burned by fire. In order to get the coffin nail, she was strangely attacked by a miserable green flame, although it had no effect on him.
After she made the decision to nail the ghost with a table knife to restrain it, she was suddenly nailed to the coffin and was forced to sit on the ghost's throne under the control of the ghost play.
The culprit was this scoundrel. He not only lifted up her skirt, but also stole her ghost raincoat, and finally used her supernatural weapon to nail her to the ghost chair.
Shen Lan is not an idiot. Li Gui doesn't know how to use coffin nails, so the person who attacked her with coffin nails is very likely to be this little thief.
Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.
Shen Lan stared at Liang Xingyang, her eyes seemed to be spitting fire, and a dark red skirt fluttered in the windless white.
However, she did not act impulsively. She turned around and restrained the old corpse on the ground first, otherwise she might be attacked by the resurrected ghost.
While secretly wary of Liang Xingyang, she picked up a brand new red and blue tumbler from the ground. It seemed to be a child's toy that was accidentally left here in the chaos.
This time.
The white dress was emitting a fierce pale white light. Shen Lan was walking in the white light ghost on white high heels. In a trance, the old corpse split in half on the ground disappeared.
The old corpse was stuffed into the tumbler unnaturally.
A strange crack appeared on the brand-new tumbler in her hand. From top to bottom, it was almost split in half by the knife. The red and blue paint on the tumbler was wiped away, replaced by a strange pale white. It exudes an ominous atmosphere.
A supernatural item.
Liang Xingyang narrowed his eyes. This woman in white was not simple. She actually made a ghost into a supernatural item with ease.
In the original work, Yang Jian used five layers of ghosts to make a deceitful ghost into a ghost necklace, and Ye Zhen used his fist to forge the scar-faced ghost crawling out of the grave into a long sword.
Now that he had witnessed an old corpse being stuffed into a tumbler, Liang Xingyang suddenly had a hint of inspiration in his heart. He stared at the palm of his hand draped over his shoulder, thoughtfully.
He seems to be able to make this ghost into a supernatural item.
Shen Lan put away the tumbler, raised his chest, and asked coldly: "Junior, what is your name."
As an older generation of ghost controllers during the Republic of China, Shen Lan is qualified Call Liang Xingyang junior.
"Who are you?" Liang Xingyang cautiously did not answer and asked in a deep voice.
"You are too careful. Return the media raincoat to me and become my servant from now on. I will not hold you accountable for your crimes. I am reborn and need a loser. You are very good." Shen Lan Walking over in high heels, he said calmly, "Also, my name is Shen Lan. Tell me your name quickly."
The anger on Liang Xingyang's face flashed away, and he glanced at Shen Lan fearfully. meal in hand Knife, the figure disappeared in the blue-black haze, and a voice without a trace of fluctuation came from inside: "What about the ghost controllers of the previous era? Don't be too self-righteous. If you want a raincoat, risk your life to grab it."< br>
He had a hunch that the woman in white would not give up today, and the situation might suddenly get out of control, so he blended into the ghost in advance to hide his body and took out the old blood-stained newspaper.
“I don’t know the heights of the world, do you think you can escape with ghosts?”
Shen Lan stepped on high heels and covered a distance of more than ten meters with each step. When the distance was close, she slashed down with a blood-stained knife in her hand, and some kind of terrible curse tore the thick haze directly apart.
“No one?”
Shen Lan looked surprised.
Dark, depressing, silent.
The green-black haze around him became thicker and thicker, and the ghosts were rapidly expanding, shrouding Shen Lan inside.
Countless pieces of red paper with strange faces printed on them emerged from the haze, like bats moving silently through the night.
The dark wind blew, and a few old newspapers blew in from nowhere and covered Shen Lan's face.
Shen Lan had no expression on her face, waving the blood-stained knife in her hand, and the old newspaper was immediately torn apart by some kind of curse and disappeared.
Then her ears moved, and she heard the faint sound of crying and weird laughter in the wind. These two sounds came into her mind, making people want to cry and laugh at the same time.
The white dress is emitting a faint pale light, isolating the cries and laughter of the ghosts.
Shen Lan snorted coldly: "It's too childish. Each generation is really inferior to the last."
"It's shameless."
A deep voice came from the haze.
The table knife can dismember ghosts at a distance, but the side effects are very serious and it will randomly dismember the user's limbs.
Shen Lan's white clothes are constantly stained with traces of dark red, and the white dress continues to resist the backlash of the blood-stained knife.
"You're just hiding in a ghost, I will catch you out and beat you up." Shen Lan's face was slightly sullen, and she didn't care about the dark red color on her white dress.
Wisps of pale light invaded the haze and ghosts at an overwhelming speed, and Shen Lan disappeared directly.
The haze is ghostly deep in the sky.
"I found you, you..." Shen Lan just said this, her pupils shrunk to pinpoints, and her expression suddenly changed.
An unimaginable scene appeared.
Thousands of blue-black ghost babies gathered in the huge sky, and their eyes as black as ink without pupils revealed a terrifying ferocity.
Even Shen Lan was stunned when she saw such a terrifying scene.
A dim and fuzzy huge ball pulls in wisps of rich haze. This is a huge womb created by a deceptive ghost. It can transform the rich haze at once and can give birth to nearly a hundred multiple births at a time. The ghost baby, when the ghost baby matures, will be spewed out like a fountain, and then its face will be covered with the red paper that has been waiting for it, and it will fall into silence.
The countless clones of ordinary people created by the deceitful ghost took off the ghost baby's face and wrote and drew on it.
Liang Xingyang looked calm, standing in the turbulent wave of ghost babies, pointing at Shen Lan in the distance, and issued an order to all the ghost babies: "Eat her."
"Wow, quack, quack."
Countless ghost babies raised their heads and let out strange screams without any hesitation. They were overwhelming, one after another, rushing towards the invading ghosts in the haze at extremely fast speeds. Shen Lan.
The graffiti instructions in the ghost newspaper control countless derivative ghost babies, making them obey orders perfectly and remain unmoved by death.
The blue-black wave of ghost babies, wrapped in a large thick blue-black haze, surrounded Shen Lan, blooming like death fireworks.
"Hiss..."
Such a horrifying scene made Shen Lan take a breath of horror as she quickly swung the blood-stained knife and dismembered her body in the air. In an instant, dozens of ghost babies were cut off in half and dissipated into haze, followed by a white The dress emits a pale light, and the pale ghosts are constantly isolated, preventing the dense ghost babies from approaching.
Shen Lan's body is emitting more and more brilliant white light. She is now like a drowning person struggling to survive in a turbulent blue-black river. In order not to drown, she can only wave her arms desperately, Trying to struggle out from the pull of the current.
Liang Xingyang’s expression did not relax at all, and he released red paper all over the sky, sweeping through it again with the sound of crying and laughing.
He didn't think these first-stage ghost babies could tear this woman in white into pieces. But countless weak supernatural attacks, as long as they accumulate slowly, are enough to consume this woman until the ghost wakes up.
At first, Li Jun and his party were caught in the raging wave of ghost babies. Within a few minutes, they were directly on the verge of the ghosts resurrecting, and they were forced to surrender.
Now the huge uterus is continuing to produce hundreds of ghost babies, which are continuously added to the green and black wave, one after another, surging.
"Crack."
Liang Xingyang's expression moved, and shallow cracks burst out on his body. He continued to use the deceptive ghost's supernatural powers to waste the time of the mirror ghost's replacement.
"Chichi...bang bang bang..."
The street lights that were originally brightly lit began to flicker, and a small sound of abnormal short circuit due to current contact was heard. Under the influence of many supernatural powers, many The light bulb simply burst.
The white light ball rising and falling in the blue-black ghost baby wave, the pale light suddenly became bright and dazzling, like a white bottomless pit, swallowing up all the approaching ghost babies and red paper.
Liang Xingyang's eyes narrowed and his face froze: "The five-layer ghost affects reality!"
Using the five-layer ghost to send countless derivative ghost babies and derivative newspapers to some deep supernatural place , all the means to crack the starving ghost.
“It’s time to go.”
Liang Xingyang holds a rusty coffin nail in his hand. With his current level of terror, the five levels of ghosts cannot send him away, and it is difficult for him to Breaking through the White Ghost's home court advantage and restricting Shen Lan with coffin nails.
The Hungry Ghost's weakness is the Haze Ghost, which only has the third level of Ghost Eye.
Unless he eats other ghosts with terrifying ghosts, such as Fang Shiming's ghost wind, Yang Jian's ghost eyes, etc., he can only avoid the edge temporarily.
However, this time.
The white light ball in the blue-black wave suddenly disappeared. Liang Xingyang's pupils shrank, and there was a strong uneasiness in his heart, as if he was going to die in the next moment.
This feeling was not an illusion. In the corner of Liang Xingyang's vision, a pale light flashed away, and a woman in white with a dark red skirt appeared quietly beside him.
"Eat her." Liang Xingyang's expression changed and he quickly ordered.
"Wow quack."
A ghost boy opened its dark mouth, ran quickly, pounced on Shen Lan, and reached out to put a hand on Shen Lan's shoulder.
This ghost baby ate the ghost on the shoulder and grew into a ghost boy. As long as the palm of the hand is placed on the shoulder, a deadly supernatural attack will break out against the consciousness of a living person.
The white light on Shen Lan's body suddenly shone brightly, like a fiercely burning sun.
White light seems to have the ability to distort reality and destroy everything.
The ghost boy kicked his legs and flew forward, but his hands were stretched out but they were stuck in the sky. Countless rays of white light passed through his body, and his body was immediately mutilated. Like the writing on a book, it was erased by an eraser and quickly disappeared.
Under the shroud of white light, Liang Xingyang was forced to transform into a blue-black starving ghost, with a dry heart beating hard in his heart. He was surrounded by bright white light, but these white lights could not penetrate his limbs. He couldn't be sent away.
As for the ghost baby, the red paper, the huge dim and fuzzy womb, and the clones of ordinary people, they have all been sent away ruthlessly.
The surrounding area was completely white, with nothing left.
Shen Lan raised her eyebrows and slashed a bloody knife across Liang Xingyang's body.
"Huh?"
Liang Xingyang groaned, the skin and flesh on his shoulder tore, and the muscles and bones were separated, just like a chef undressing a cow, blood spattered, and a blue-black arm was cut off directly.
When Shen Lan raised the knife again, her vision blurred and Liang Xingyang suddenly disappeared.
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