Chapter 372: Self-rescue in a desperate situation
“What the hell is this place!”
The grave digger broke into the area frozen in time, trying to dig out a bottomless pit and escape from the evil ghost. Attack, but he soon realized something was wrong. He only had time to think about it before his body was firmly bound in place, unable to move at all.
Four people stood in front of him, also standing motionless.
"Captain, Liang Xingyang, Yang Jian, Zhang Xianguang."
The gravedigger's pupils shrank. After dealing with each other, he had naturally collected information about his opponents, so he found out their names clearly.
The sound of heavy footsteps came from behind, making his heart skip a beat.
The lifeless old man stepped into this area, his gray-white pupils staring at the five people in front of him.
The powerful supernatural interference caused the old man to walk very slowly, taking a long time to take each step, as if he was trying to accumulate supernatural power again.
But in the quiet area, the footsteps are particularly clear.
Not a moment later.
The old man's gray-white eyes were full of deathly silence, and his horrified gaze seemed to be tangible, wrapping around everyone.
The gravedigger was the first to bear the brunt. The stone gray color on one arm and most of his chest became richer and thicker, spreading rapidly, and soon turned into a statue.
Liang Xingyang, Yang Jian, Zhang Xianguang, and the captain also began to be filled with a little bit of lime gray like ink spots, and then quickly spread to the whole body.
The suppression of the petrification curse is taking shape.
The old man walked forward, and his speed gradually became faster, one step, two steps, three steps.
As the suppression becomes more and more severe, the chaotic time begins to gradually recover.
Liang Xingyang's empty and numb eyes gradually regained their vitality, Yang Jian's ghost eyes also began to turn restlessly, and the darkness near the captain shrank into his body little by little.
A drop of cold sweat flowed from Zhang Xianguang's forehead, his eyes were deep, he turned his head slightly to look at Li Gui walking towards him, and involuntarily tightened his grip on the old broadsword.
Petrification is spreading, and when the lifeless old man gets close to a certain extent, a horrific attack suddenly occurs.
The old and simple carving knife was raised and stabbed towards Zhang Xianguang.
At this moment.
Five kinds of terrifying ghost realms rushed out instantly.
The tall black wall rose, the white ghosts spread, the scarlet light shrouded, the rich darkness expanded, and the bright light suddenly extinguished.
Most of Zhang Xianguang's body was covered with a layer of stone gray. When the carving knife fell, he tried his best to block the rusty old broadsword in front of him.
Two supernatural weapons collided.
“Cang!”
The sound of iron objects hitting each other suddenly sounded.
Supernatural collision, the winner is determined instantly.
The ghost screams emitted by the two weapons were so shrill that they were about to tear the eardrums, and they were actually the same.
"Damn it!"
Zhang Xianguang used the Ghost Realm Transfer to temporarily escape, but the old man reached out to grab him, and the skinny palm came out with great strength, keeping Zhang Xianguang in place.
Gazing with dead gray pupils.
The lime color on Zhang Xianguang's body spread rapidly.
Suddenly.
"Death!"
Yang Jian raised his cracked spear and slashed at the old man.
The hatchet struck the old man's arm, causing Yang Jian's arm to feel numb, as if it had been struck on a stone.
The arms were not dismembered!
"How is it possible?" Yang Jian's expression changed. The hatchet that usually used to chop at the devil failed at this moment.
In this chaotic moment.
The captain, who looked stiff and cold, like a corpse, turned to stare at Yang Jian, and struck Yang Jian with his closed metallic palms from the air.
In an instant.
Some kind of terrible supernatural power erupted.
A ferocious crack appeared on Yang Jian's neck. If he tilted his head, he would fall off his neck.
Suddenly.
The rich red light flashed away.
The Seventh Level Ghost Realm restarts itself.
Yang Jian immediately returned to his original state, his sharp eyes fixed on the captain.
“Plop, plop, plop…”
It was dull and depressing, accompanied by a terrifying heartbeat echoing with a vibrating feeling, spreading around.
Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly, and he whispered like a ghost to Tang Yerong, who was recovering from the ghost: "Let go of Zhang Xianguang."
A terrifying cold aura filled the air, and the supernatural power of desire exploded instantly.
Wishes come true.
The terrifying old man let go of his hand, but suddenly turned his head to look at Liang Xingyang, and the unknown terrifying murder pattern was triggered.
An invisible curse fell immediately.
"Plop, puff..."
Liang Xingyang's face froze, his face filled with rich stone gray, scarlet blood oozing out, and the flowing ghost blood continued to take away the petrified curse.
The attack of Li Gui was terminated.
But the next second.
"Rumble..."
Tall black walls rose from the ground, and thick black mist filled the old and moldy walls, forming a powerful interference against ghosts.
"Retreat quickly!"
Zhang Xianguang said hurriedly. He was getting rid of the suppression of petrification, but with little effect. His body was petrified and he couldn't even use the corpse oil lamp or the rusty sword.
And the petrification curse is spreading. The longer it goes, the more severe the suppression will be. It will be dangerous if you don't leave.
"Let's go!"
Yang Jian and Zhang Xianguang disappeared from the place, but the red light was blocked by a black wall rising from the ground. The two of them hit the black wall hard and fell from the air. .
A musty and obscure atmosphere filled the air, black mist spread out, and the rich red light began to dim at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Not only the interference of the black wall, but also the strange and omnipresent sight of the ghost eyes peeked into the gray-white pupils of the terrifying old man, who were being washed away by the petrification curse over and over again.
“How is it possible!”
Yang Jian had an expression of disbelief on his face, his ghostly eyes were covered in rich lime color, and he fell into silence.
Zhang Xianguang said hurriedly: "Don't look into his eyes!"
The terrifying old man seemed to have given up attacking Liang Xingyang. A certain killing pattern was triggered, and he turned around to stare at the nearest ones.
The old man walked over with stiff steps.
Yang Jian's eyes suddenly shrank, and cold water flowed out from under his feet. Female corpses with pale faces ran out to stop him from approaching the old man.
But covered with layers of stone gray, the female corpses were petrified and fell back into the stagnant water.
“Is there any mistake!”
Yang Jian took a deep breath. Unable to resist, he tried to take Zhang Xianguang and use the ghost lake to leave.
However, an old and mottled black wall reflected on the cold water surface actually blocked the ghost lake's teleportation.
The other side.
The captain's expression suddenly became horrified, and the rich darkness spread. He turned around and left without hesitation, even preferring to give up killing Yang Jian.
It ran away without stopping and quickly disappeared from sight.
The tall black walls spread rapidly into the distance like locusts, the light became dim, and there was a musty and obscure atmosphere everywhere.
A diamond-shaped road sign slowly emerged!
Liang Xingyang gritted his teeth and said: "Yinyang Street is invading reality, we must not be trapped inside."
"I said, the coffin nail must penetrate Tang Yerong's head!"
He took out the coffin nail, groaned like a devil, and used the wishing ghost's supernatural power at all costs.
The supernatural wish carried the coffin nail and flew out suddenly, turning into a dark red line and stabbing the old man's head.
“Ding…”
A crisp sound rang out, and the coffin nails flew back into Liang Xingyang’s hands.
The wish failed.
Liang Xingyang realized something at this moment: "Stone man, Zhang Youhong is a wooden man, and this Tang Yerong is actually a stone man!"
No wonder three layers of heartbeats superimposed cannot attack this terrifying old man.
He was thinking about countermeasures in his mind crazily: "Is there any way, any way to escape!"
"Ah..."
Twisted illusory arms began to stretch out from the old, moldy black walls, and countless infiltrating wails came from the walls.
Yinyang Street is about to open in Dajing City, and countless evil ghosts are struggling, trying to change the fate of building the wall and escape from the wall.
Once the supernatural land is successfully settled, the consequences will be disastrous.
"Old Liang, let's go!"
Yang Jian's shout made Liang Xingyang suddenly come back to his senses.
Covered in layers of rich stone gray, Yang Jian and Zhang Xianguang turned into statues in the blink of an eye.
"Can't leave, I haven't lost yet."
Liang Xingyang was restless. The ghost blood can wash away the petrification curse. As long as Tang Yerong, who is resurrected by the ghost, is solved, Yang Jian and Zhang Xianguang still have a chance. be saved.
The next moment.
“Give me Zhang Youhong’s relics before he died.”
An old wooden comb entangled with black hair appeared out of thin air and fell into his hand.
Wishes that don’t involve the supernatural are easy to come true.
Liang Xingyang took out the soul-calling incense of He Liansheng, the soul-caller of Taiping Ancient Town, and said solemnly: "Light it!"
Another insignificant wish came true.
The soul-calling incense that had been silent for a long time in his hand now had a wisp of white smoke floating in it. (End of chapter)