Chapter 454: Cut off the thread on the body
The coffin nail has the final say.
When the hair-splitting spear covering the double shadow penetrated Yang Jian's body, everything was settled.
The strange and scarlet world collapsed inch by inch.
Even though Yang Jian had a look of disbelief, he could only fall down weakly in the end, the scarlet ghost fell into a deep sleep, and the ghost eyes were closed one by one.
After Ghost Eye fell into a deep sleep, the countless selves that enveloped him quickly disappeared, and all the terrifying supernatural powers immediately subsided.
But a silver ghost came overwhelmingly, replacing the disappearing scarlet world in an instant, shrouding Yang Jian.
"You lost!"
In the silver light, Liang Xingyang walked slowly towards him, his expression was unusually cold, and there was an aura that was not like a living person permeating everywhere.
No one responded.
But the next moment.
The hair-splitting spear that penetrated Yang Jian was fading in color, turning into a cold and pale white, gradually becoming ethereal, and there was a feeling that it could not be maintained and was about to dissipate.
Since he replaced Yang Jian at a point in time in the past, the cracking spear was also a product of the ghost eye's supernatural power, but was replaced by the mirror ghost's supernatural power to pin Yang Jian.
After the ghost eye fell asleep, Yang Jian, who belonged to the past time point, collapsed and disappeared in the mirror space. The mirror ghost lost the medium of replacement and was gradually changing back to his original self.
The coffin nail's suppression was rapidly weakening, and a scarlet ghost eye under the flesh of Yang Jian's forehead squirmed in the flesh, showing signs of recovery.
Liang Xingyang did not hesitate, and while the supernatural power had not completely dissipated, he asked Meng Xiaodong to take off the hair-splitting spear in Yang Jian's hand.
The two fatal curses on the spear took effect, but they did not have much impact on Meng Xiaodong.
The real spear penetrated Yang Jian's body, and at the same time nailed the ghost shadow on the ground. The squirming ghost eye immediately calmed down and stopped making any movement.
Wang Chaling said with an excited expression: "You defeated Yang Jian, our chances of escaping are getting bigger and bigger."
Destroy Yang Jian, other captains in the headquarters have threatened There is no way they can get out of trouble.
Liang Xingyang's eyes were solemn, but he didn't explain anything.
The only living people who are most likely to threaten them are Zhang Youhong's second generation Hong Jie and the drug shop old man Zhang Bohua, but the threat is just a threat. What he is really afraid of in his heart is another kind of resistance.
Ghost.
According to the information on the human skin paper, after completing the puzzle, the ghosts can return people in the fictional world to reality. The hidden reminder is that the help of the world is not only living people, but also ghosts.
He sighed slightly. If the situation he guessed in his heart came true, that would be the beginning of the real danger.
This matter needs to be verified.
Here, the more people who are familiar with themselves, the more complex and cumbersome the threads tied to themselves become. What they need to do is to cut off these threads, and they will naturally get out.
But whether this escape plan is applicable to the current situation is unknown. After all, the curled-up mummy has been controlled by another ghost.
Liang Xingyang thought about this, his expression remained unchanged.
He took the initiative to break in not to desperately escape, but to join forces with Zhang Dong of the ancient house to restrain this ghost. Now we just need to kill Yang Jian here, everything is not over yet.
At this moment, the faded spear had turned into a cold aura and disappeared, but it didn't matter, the real hair-splitting spear had successfully pinned Yang Jian.
Then, he ignored Yang Jian's body and stared at the black shadow nailed to the ground. Then he stretched his hand into the black shadow and started groping.
Soon, a strange scarlet eye with no pupil was dug out with the palm of his hand. The ghost eye is dead, and even if it escapes from the ghost shadow, there is still no movement.
After a while, he took out ten ghost eyes.
“Plop, plop…”
This was an uncontrollable heartbeat. Along with the heartbeat, a strange emotion of longing spread.
This is the instinctive influence of a small part of the ghost heart puzzle that belongs to ghosts. I hope to cannibalize these ten scarlet eyes.
Liang Xingyang tried hard to restrain the influence of this evil instinct: "The ghost heart and the mirror ghost are gradually losing balance. Although the speed is not fast, I can detect it, but nothing will happen in the short term. I will wait until I leave this area. After the world, the scapegoat's supernatural power disappears, and the supernatural balance will be restored. But we must not let Gui Xin get the ghost eyes again, otherwise he will turn his back on us in the next second. "
Gui Xin is the ghost who stole the ghost blood and ghost difference puzzle, and he controlled Ye Zhen's scapegoat before. The level of terror increased again, and a vague feeling of loss of control and alienation began to emerge.
"Having lost his ghost eyes and cracking spear, Yang Jian is left with only three ghosts: ghost shadow, ghost lake, and ghost hand. Although his strength is still top-notch, he can no longer escape the isolation and imprisonment of ghost mirror. I can Replace Yang Jian, modify the memory of the ghost baby, and then give the ghost eyes to the ghost baby to devour.”
Liang Xingyang stretched out his ghostly blood-covered palm, grabbed the cracked spear, and pulled it out.
As soon as it was freed from the oppression of the coffin nails, Yang Jian's body opened its eyes and quickly revived.
But the next second.
Wisps of silver light surged and quickly covered Yang Jian, leaving only a brand new ghost mirror in place.
Liang Xingyang’s expression remained unchanged, he waved and put the ghost mirror back into his body, turned to Wang Chaling and said: “Don’t waste time, I will help you cut off this fictional world tied to you first. line to send you away”
Wang Chaling said: "What do you want to do?"
Liang Xingyang did not speak, but a blurry figure quickly walked out from behind. This illusory figure gradually became clear from the blur, and a familiar face appeared in front of them again. .
This is the replaced Yang Jian.
Later, he gave the ten ghost eyes to Yang Jian again.
Yang Jian had no expression on his face and silently took the ghost eyes. A thick shadow quickly emerged from his palm, directly engulfing the ten ghost eyes.
The ghost eyes opened, and a layer of rich red light appeared again, covering the entire Dadong City at an extremely fast speed.
"Don't fight, help me point out these people, and I will help you cut off all the threads on your body."
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he put his hand on Wang Chaling, A large amount of red light invaded Wang Chaling's body, sharing the sight of the ghost eyes.
Wang Chaling tried hard to stay calm, her eyes glowing red.
Through the eyes of ghosts everywhere in the ghost world, he saw people who were familiar with him.
"Kill them all...kill them?"
Wang Chaling's eyes glowed red, staring at a certain point of view.
That was Azhen, whose belly was slightly bulging. A strong resistance grew in his heart, constantly tormenting his consciousness.
Killing your relatives and friends with your own hands is such a crazy thing to do. Even if I don't do it myself, there is still an unbearable heartache.
“This is a fictional world, don’t be obsessed.”
Yang Jian glanced at it, took back the palm that was resting on Wang Chaling, and cut off the shared ghostly sight.
Immediately afterwards, he did not hesitate to bury people who were familiar with Wang Chaling 10,000 meters underground through Guixi.
Wang Chaling sighed with a lonely look and remained silent.
But then the scene in front of him changed slightly, and the things he saw became distorted and blurred. This was not because there was a problem with his eyes, but because most of the threads tied to his body were cut off. There's something wrong with the world and it's becoming a little unreal.
If this change continues, this place is likely to collapse like an illusion, and he will be able to escape by then.
At this time, Liang Xingyang squinted his eyes and asked: "What kind of person are you seeing now? Is it four walls made of gold, or is it a gloomy and dim ancient house?"
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