Chapter 465 New Supernatural
Cold, obscure, and unknown.
A faint silver light in the dark and gloomy old house
In the old house, with the surge of silver light, the skinny and terrifying corpse on the black Taishi chair moved again, his head turned toward the awakening People look at it.
“Who is calling me?”
Liang Xingyang opened his eyes, but his pupils were empty, and he murmured unconsciously. As the silver light surged, the body became more and more solid, and the empty eyes gradually regained the look of a living person.
呲......
A sharp friction sound suddenly sounded, and Zhang Dong's corpse stood up, pushing the black Taishi chair back slightly, and walked towards the patio.
"This is an ancient house. I didn't die...I survived."
Liang Xingyang shook his head. He just woke up from his deep sleep. He instinctively stretched his curled up body and moved his hands and feet. Ichiban.
Sudden.
A chill ran down his spine, as if he was being stared at by a terrifying ghost.
He turned around suddenly and saw the figure of the terrifying old man walking out of the lobby, raising his arm covered with corpses towards him.
The ancient house does not allow any supernatural phenomena.
As soon as he raised his arm, the faint silver light that illuminated the ancient house quickly disappeared, as if something that should not exist was wiped out.
Liang Xingyang squinted his eyes slightly, Zhang Dong's corpse was reflected in his clear pupils, as if he should know how to use the supernatural power in his body.
The solid body quickly became dim and illusory, like a real mirror, turning itself into another hole.
He quickly raised his arm, which was also covered with corpse spots, and waved his skinny palm gently towards Zhang Dong's body, as if saying goodbye to the old man, and as if triggering the killing pattern.
Two attacks of the same nature began.
The next moment.
The same attack method, erasing everything without any solution, the supernatural beings confront each other, killing each other, and for a while they are even the same.
The same supernatural beings that consume each other will not have any advantage in the confrontation with the resurrected ghost, but they will not have any disadvantage either.
The first wave of attack was counteracted by him.
"The mirror ghost carried the curse and gave birth to new supernatural changes."
Liang Xingyang looked surprised, and then, like instinct, he had a clear understanding in his heart: "Fabricate all supernatural curses It makes up for the shortcomings of the mirror ghost's replacement mechanism. I don't need to meet the conditions of imprisonment in the future, and I can directly change and replace it, and copy the supernatural."
Relying on himself to completely fabricate all of Zhang Dong's supernatural powers shows that he himself is close to Zhang Dong in terms of horror.
Soon, the second wave attack followed.
The terrible attacks were both offset in the same way, and Liang Xingyang suddenly understood: "The ghosts follow the rules of killing, but I don't. Strictly speaking, I surpass Zhang Dong on the road of controlling ghosts." . ”
Ghosts can use all their supernatural powers, but ghost controllers are often unable to use all their supernatural powers due to the threat of the ghost’s resurrection. Zhang Dong is more terrifying after death than when he was alive.
Thinking about it from another perspective, he has now surpassed Zhang Dong, surpassing the peak ghost controller during the Republic of China.
Before the third wave attack came.
Liang Xingyang’s eyes moved slightly, looking at the supernatural bus, the rudder, and the stone gray statue standing nearby.
A cold air filled the surroundings, and the outlines of the three objects quickly became dim and illusory, disappearing one after another. They could not resist being brought into the ghost mirror world.
Now the ghost mirror world in the body has also undergone transformation. It is illusory and hazy, looming, but it no longer reflects the scope of reality as a ghost, but has transformed into the entire world at the level of consciousness.
“The Mirror Ghost has carried the curse and undergone an unprecedented transformation, but I can feel that the Mirror Ghost’s journey has reached its limit.”
Liang Xingyang clearly understood a limit in his heart. Unless he could control a similar horror to erase all supernatural curses, he would break his own balance and resurrect all the fictional supernatural curses.
When the third wave attack came, it was canceled out by his wave.
He got up from the ground, stood up and took a look at Zhang Dong's body.
At this moment, he seemed to experience Zhang Dong's despair during his lifetime, and heard a deep sigh from the past.
The road to death has reached its limit, unable to end the supernatural era, leaving a regret behind with deep exhaustion, and dying unwillingly.
Before the fourth wave comes.
"Perhaps, I will come back here one day, inherit the curse on you, and fulfill your unfinished wish."
Liang Xingyang looked up at the entrance to the patio and saw He saw the figures of Yang Jian and Liang Wensong, thought seriously for a moment, and said to Zhang Dong's body.
But at this moment, no one responded to him.
The old man’s face was wrinkled and covered with corpse spots, and his eyes were dull. He was still waving his palms numbly to say goodbye to the person in front of him.
The fourth wave attack came.
But the old man lost sight of Liang Xingyang, and there was no one near the patio. As the silver light left the ancient house with the help of the patio, the ancient house was once again shrouded in darkness and silence.
The old man put down his arms numbly, walked back to the lobby with heavy steps, and sat down in front of the black Taishi chair.
There is no change here as always, the only difference is that there are a few fewer things than before and it is more deserted.
And now on the roof.
Liang Xingyang's illusory Zhang Dong appearance had disappeared. His body had returned to solid form and turned into his own appearance, before the eyes of Yang Jian and Liang Wensong.
With a faint smile on his lips, he looked at the two of them with a smile.
"Congratulations on mastering the curse." Liang Wensong walked over and said with a deep joy on his face.
"As long as you are alive."
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he just stood aside, all the supernatural beings in his body were sending him crazy warnings, as if triggering a terrible murder pattern.
The person in front of him gave him a feeling of openness, and at the same time gave him an incredible supernatural pressure.
Liang Xingyang sighed: "It's not easy to live again. I know it was you who called me just now. You saved me again. I owe you a life."
Seizing the future The plan was correct. Judging from the results, it not only carried the curse, but also successfully helped him control the terrible curse.
But due to the special conditions of the ancient house, he did not wake up naturally, but fell into a deep sleep.
Without Yang Jian’s help, maybe one day in the future, someone will break into the ancient house and subconsciously believe that the mirror ghost is a ghost. Then he is likely to be completely lost in his memory, and the ghost will fall asleep. recovery.
If you believe, there will be something; if you don’t believe, there will be nothing. If you want to become an idealistic existence, you must awaken it with idealistic conditions.
"But the benefits gained from working hard this time are also great. After the Mirror Ghost carries the curse, I am afraid that no one in the supernatural circle is qualified to fight against me. There is only one final kick left before the end of the supernatural era." Liang Xingyang lowered his head and thought.
He thought of the third door of the old house in Guanjiang Community during the Republic of China, opened the door made of gold, and combined it with the fourth path of the ghost controller to create a brand new god, and the supernatural era would begin. end.
But he was hesitant, unwilling to let Yang Jian take that step.
Because Yang Jian finally fused with Ghost Boy, the one who stayed was not Yang Jian, but Ghost Boy, or Yang Jian.
Yang Jian shook his head calmly: "If it were me sleeping in the ancient house, I believe you would do the same."
With their experience of supporting each other along the way and their friendship that has passed the test of life and death, , there is no way to care about certain favors and certain interests, because this is mutual trust.
Liang Xingyang was silent for a while, with a smile on his face.
At the same time, he also made a choice in his heart.
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