Chapter 452 On the verge of breaking out


Chapter 452 is about to break out

Dadong City.

The place that was originally the ancient residence of the Wang family has now become an open space. There are four lifeless people, who are black and white, like portraits, wandering around, seeming to be looking for someone.

"Beep..."

A thin mist spread from the distance. In the mist, two yellow headlights lit up, and a rusty bus drove out.

As the driver honked the horn, the vehicle slowed down and finally stopped in the open space of the Wang family's ancient residence.

"Bang..."

The front door opened.

Wang Chaling got off the bus, and the first and second generations of the Wang family quickly gathered towards him and boarded the bus one by one.

Liang Xingyang also stepped out of the car, with a rich silver light emitting from his body, spreading in all directions, spreading ghosts.

Soon, pieces of ghosts spliced ​​together and quickly blocked Dadong City.

Wisps of silver light gathered in his body, re-condensing ghost mirrors.

"The black paper umbrella, the ghost with the face covered in yellow paper, the ghost scissors... and Meng Xiaodong's body, this harvest is not bad." Liang Xingyang thought to himself.

With Meng Xiaodong's body, he can possess the second type of unlimited supernatural power, and among the seven elders, he is good at blocking the past, can effectively intercept restarts, and has the means to restrain restarts.

At the moment we are in Dahai City.

A scarlet light arrived in a hurry, and finally landed in front of the Pearl Tower whose roof was in ruins.

Yang Jian held the hair-splitting spear in his hand, and his ghostly eyes watched for the few signs of fighting nearby. The figure flickered for a moment and then disappeared, appearing in front of a pool of blood the next second.

A shadow like ink flowed out from under his feet. The huge shadow covered the position of the pool of blood at an incredible speed and spread towards the distance.

Soon.

The medium of Ye Zhen and the puppet doll appears in a pool of blood.

"The battle ended very quickly. Ye Zhen was injured and died instantly. At least the scapegoat did not play a role, otherwise Ye Zhen would not have been killed so easily, and even the dead body was taken away."

The next moment.

Yang Jian's eyes flickered, and he turned around suddenly to look at the shadow of Liang Xingyang's footprints not far away.

One step, two steps.

He stopped and stood next to the shadow, staring at the familiar face with a slightly complicated mood, but his eyes showed a firm look: "We have been old friends for several years, so I will send you on your way. ”

But he also knew very well that one knife might not be able to kill the person in front of him.

Suddenly.

Ten eyes are superimposed.

The dark sky was shrouded in scarlet light, and the sky seemed to be soaked in blood, filled with a strange and ominous atmosphere.

Yang Jian's face was expressionless, and his arm suddenly exerted force. Countless ghosts appeared, and the superimposed rusty blade slashed at Liang Xingyang's media.

One knife, two knifes...until the medium is completely shredded.

Then, he calmly took back the spear, took out his satellite positioning phone and dialed Wang Guoqiang’s number: “Track Liang Xingyang’s location and send it to me immediately. If you want to see him alive, you want to see his corpse.”

Dadong City.

Wang Chaling was followed by four terrifying ghosts, and said in a deep voice: "Let's split up. I'll stay to deal with the people who know me well, and you have to go back to Dachang City to deal with your part."

Liang Xingyang arranged the ghost mirror and let the ghosts blocking the city dissipate. He opened his mouth and was about to answer when his whole body suddenly stiffened and a terrifying sense of crisis fell on him.

Suddenly, countless sharp knives were reflected in the bright silver pupils, as if there were countless rusty hatchets slashing at him.

There was no time to react.

"Crack, click!!!!"

With the sound of the mirror cracking, countless strange cracks appeared, the ghost's heart stopped suddenly, and blood spattered.

The whole person disintegrated instantly, turning into pieces of flesh and blood and exploding, scattering everywhere.

Seeing this scene, Wang Chaling's brain seemed to be idle, and his mouth opened in disbelief: "Dead?"

He looked at the flesh and blood, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his expression was unbelievable.

At this time, Ye Zhen turned off the bus, walked out quickly, stared at the pool of blood and said, "Zhang Youhong's ghost scissors are not so scary. It seems to be Li Qingzhi's hatchet."
< br>The body would be dismembered by the curse of the hatchet. He was not too surprised, but he did not hesitate to activate the ghost, condensed the flesh and blood on the ground, and pieced together a bloody humanoid outline.

A pool of scarlet blood was surging, and the supernatural power of the ghost blood slowly invalidated the curse on the hatchet attached to it. At the same time, the broken limbs were filled with the cold aura of the ghost on camera, causing the surrounding temperature to suddenly drop several degrees.

Soon, the pieced together body gradually sank into the pool of blood and disappeared.

As an alien, he already possesses the characteristic that ghosts cannot be killed. He only needs to wait for the mirror ghost puzzle to be completed before he can revive again.

The ghost master's ability to survive was fully demonstrated at this moment.

Ye Zhen stared at Wang Chaling with an empty and numb expression: "There is nothing to worry about here. Once Yang Jian comes here, you won't be able to leave even if you want to."

Wang Chaling Silent, standing there without moving.

Trapped in this illusory world, he couldn't leave even if he wanted to.

Once Liang Xingyang loses, he will have no chance to escape. At this time, he has to stay here and wait for Liang Xingyang to recover from his injury.

"Crash..."

The pool of blood suddenly surged, and a piece of dark incense was rolled out by the waves and stopped at Ye Zhen's feet.

Ye Zhen bent down to pick up the black incense and pondered, then handed it to Wang Chaling and said: "This is the soul-calling incense. If Yang Jian attacks, lighting this incense can protect you for a while. ”

Wang Chaling took the soul-summoning incense in surprise: "Why did you give it to me?"

Ye Zhendao: "Just in case, you stay here."

After finishing speaking, he Step by step towards the pool of blood.

"What are you doing?" Wang Chaling asked with a frown.

“The scapegoat can repair the body’s injuries.”

Ye Zhen finished speaking calmly, stepping on a pool of blood with his feet.

Obviously the pool of scarlet blood on the ground was only a shallow layer, but it swallowed him up all at once. Only a few bubbles appeared in the pool of blood, and calmness soon returned.

Wang Chaling looked a little confused and couldn't understand what Ye Zhen's words meant.

But the next moment.

The pool of blood that had just regained its calmness was bubbling again. The blood was gushing, and a pale corpse gradually floated underneath.

Wang Chaling looked nervous and recognized Liang Xingyang's body.

But the corpse was just floating in a pool of blood, and it was covered with cracks, as if it were a work of art that could break at the touch of a touch.

But soon.

A strange scene happened. The pool of blood under the corpse dried up quickly and seemed to be absorbed by the corpse

"Puff, puff..."

A faint heartbeat sounded, and the sound gradually grew from weak to strong.

Liang Xingyang suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of broken silver pupils. But as Gui Xin's heartbeat became louder and louder, the cracks on his body healed and even disappeared out of thin air.

At the same time.

Cracks appeared strangely on Wang Chaling’s grandparents, and the damage seemed to be transferred to them.

But this kind of injury that has been wiped out by ghost blood and has lost its curse can only affect the Wang family for a short time. The cracks disappeared quickly as soon as they appeared.

"It seems that he came a step late. Wang Chaling, light the incense."

Liang Xingyang stood up with a gloomy face, his broken silver pupils emitted a faint silver light, and looked in one direction.

In that direction, a rich red light appeared on the horizon, and a terrifying ghost spread towards this direction at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But the next moment.

The silver light spread out and isolated an area.

"How did you survive?"

Wang Chaling was surprised, but he still followed the instructions and lit the black incense stick in his hand.

Accompanied by a strange thick smoke, a figure in the smoke is rapidly condensing into shape, and at the same time a disturbing supernatural aura is filling the air.

Liang Xingyang raised his eyes and glanced at him, but did not answer the question.

He has many ways to control the ghost, but just now he used the ghost's blood pressure to control the scapegoat, and then let the ghost's heart eat away at it, turning the scapegoat into a puzzle piece of the ghost's heart.

Controlling new ghosts would disrupt his own supernatural balance, but he was not worried about this problem. This is the world of consciousness. As long as we return to reality, this kind of fictional ghost will most likely disappear.

At this moment, the red light from the sky has arrived!

Liang Xingyang's eyes were slightly solemn, superimposed with ghosts, and the silver light was bright. The walls that seemed to be condensed with darkness on all sides became thicker and thicker, and soon blocked the red light that wanted to invade.

The two kinds of ghosts, silver light and red light, are clearly distinguishable at this moment.

But everything nearby disappeared, and the open space of the Wang family's ancient residence turned into a strange and scarlet supernatural place.

A young and thin figure walked in the red light.

But at this moment, the soul-calling incense has reached its extreme.

A long-dead soul was brought in and reappeared.

In the midst of the smoke, a middle-aged man who looked slightly older, his skin uncovered by clothes was covered with patches of corpses, and his whole body was cold and oozing with coldness, walked out.

Liang Xingyang said: "Luo Wensong, the first manager of the Ghost Post Office, I need you to do me a little favor."

"Ahem, if you can get my soul-calling incense, your skills are not bad." Luo Wensong showed a smile, turned his eyes to look at the person wandering in the red light, his face darkened, "The supernatural era is not over yet, the battle What's the point of getting up?"

Liang Xingyang said calmly: "This is not reality, it is a ghost. The person in the red light is not the real Yang Jian. He is a fictional person. If I want to get out of here, I must deal with him. "

" Not reality? , Luo Wensong showed a surprised expression, tapping the air with his fingers, as if he was secretly verifying something.

The dark doorways spread one after another on the ground, the darkness is deep, and they are connected to the ghost post office here.

This will take time to verify, but Yang Jian, who is isolated by the silver light, can't wait any longer. He opened his ghost eyes and activated the nine layers of ghosts to guide his past and future selves.

Soon, the second self appeared, the second self turned on the nine levels of ghosts, and then the third self also appeared.

The ghost shadow alone cannot help him use the ten-level ghost monster for a long time, so as a lower-level ghost monster, it is the most suitable for conventional means.

It didn’t take long.

The ten Yangjian opened the six layers of ghosts in tacit agreement.

The scarlet ghosts merged together, tearing open the silver ghost in front of them like a sharp knife.

And in the ghost mirror world.

Liang Xingyang said indifferently: "The ghost eyes and ghosts are just intersections, but the mirror space of the mirror ghost can achieve truly infinite superposition. What it is best at is blocking and confinement. You are in a hurry to fight, but I won't follow you. You do it.”

The infinitely superimposed mirror space becomes thicker and thicker like a condensed dark wall, once again blocking the intrusion of red light.

But ghosts cannot be drawn, and there are really very few ways to restrain ghost eyes.

"Hunter, you have interfered with my judgment." Seeing this, Luo Wensong stopped verifying. The ghost mirror blockade isolated everything from the outside world and also cut off the road connecting the ghost post office, so he was forced to stop.

Wang Chaling said: "I am the third generation of the Wang family. I can testify that this is the conscious world of Li Gui. He did not lie to you."

Luo Wensong still squinted his eyes and smiled, without any doubt. Wang Chaling's identity still shied away and said: "They each have mastered an infinite supernatural power, which is not so easy to kill. "

Liang Xingyang's body shone with silver light. After he recovered, he nodded regretfully and said, "Since you are unwilling to help, I can only do it myself."

Then, behind him. A dim figure walked out, from blur to clarity, and gradually appeared as an old rural woman with a wrinkled face and a slight hunchback.

Luo Wensong squinted his eyes and looked at it, like a cold and poisonous snake staring at its prey: "It's not her, but the supernatural power belongs to her."

Liang Xingyang said in a deep voice: "It's a pity that I have only recovered part of the background, otherwise, how difficult would it be for me to overthrow the world."

Wisps of silver light surged, a cold aura filled the air, and countless mirror ghosts As the material began to be replaced by Meng Xiaodong, countless black and white, lifeless old men floating in the air successfully invaded reality and emerged.

At this time.

"Beep..."

The bus that Ye Zhen had stalled before resounded with a horn sound, the two lights in front came on, the darkness in the carriage quickly faded, and the vehicle resumed operation. .

Liang Xingyang boarded the bus directly, sat in the driver's seat, and held the steering wheel with both hands.

Wang Chaling glanced anxiously at the people in the smoke, sighed, and led the first and second generations of the Wang family onto the bus.

Luo Wensong's smile disappeared, and his expression was a little hesitant: "What an amazing young man. Is this really not reality?"

He looked around, still hesitating.

When the bus rushed out of the ghost mirror world, he still did not choose to help anyone. In his opinion, they are all outstanding young people of the new generation, and the sacrifice of any one of them is a huge loss.

It is the best choice to save someone in time at the last moment. (End of this chapter)

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