Luo Yi looked up and looked around, and there were familiar people standing around him.
But at this moment, they were not behind them, but chose the opposite side and became enemies with them.
The scene is a bit absurd and a bit solemn.
"I think they encountered the same problem back then. It doesn't matter whether it is right or wrong, but the concepts are different, so they have to distinguish between superiors and inferiors and fight for life and death." Luo Yi sighed softly.
Why are there only seven elders in the Republic of China?
Because everyone else was dead,
Died from ideas,
Died in conflict.
Just as there will be a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand readers. The more top characters are, the more stubborn and tenacious they are. If they want them to admit that they have done something wrong, the path of others is the right one, which is better than cutting them off with a knife. The head is still difficult.
"History will prove who is right and who is wrong." Wei Jing said suddenly.
He is different from Yang Jian, and has no personal grudges from Luo Yi; he is different from Liu San, and has no greed for the supernatural; he is even different from Zhang Xianguang and others. He deals with the supernatural and solves evil ghosts, not for the sake of lofty ideals. It just subconsciously feels that you should do this, just like instinct, like inertia,
As a living person, the remaining inertia.
He asked for it,
It's just a death.
When numbness occupies the body and mind, body and spirit are exhausted, death becomes the only liberation.
So he came here to stop Luo Yi from waving the butcher knife at the supernatural circle, making himself die more valuable, at least that seems.
Luo Yi shook his head, "If you can say such words, it proves that you are really not suitable to be a ghost controller."
He stepped slowly, and the figure behind him was stretched out silently.
"History will not distinguish right from wrong, but will only make a final decision. It will lift the winner up high, shape the golden body for them, add a halo, and write a special book; then step on the loser into the dust and belittle it all over the body and smelly. Unbearable."
He Yiner frowned, which conflicted with the cognition she accepted.
This is not difficult to understand, but everyone seems to be used to believing stories compiled by others.
Just like Taiping Ancient Town, is it really because of Taiping?
Or is it a dark ghost market formed by the interweaving of interests?
I'm afraid the faceless person has the most say in this regard. He has been looking for faces for ten years, but in the end he found that his face was being traded on that street.
Taiping? To put it bluntly, it is just for the sake of the inner private decoration.
"I don't agree with your statement." He Yiner said.
"I don't need your approval. I'm just telling you, don't blame me for being cruel when you die. If you want to blame, you can only blame you for standing in the wrong team." Luo Yi's expression became cold, and his murderous intention gradually boiled.
"Then let's see who will send him on the road." Li Leping said the first sentence, which was the only sentence today.
"I have always wanted to fight you again, just use this time to put an end to our grudges." Yang Jian said, kicking his feet down, and the spear flew into the air. He grabbed the gun and triggered the hatchet medium.
In the vague hatchet world, the steps are messy and the people are silly.
When Yang Jian held the knife and searched for the real Luo Yi, all the figures in black robe suddenly turned their heads, hundreds or thousands of pairs of cold and gloomy eyes swept over, and the huge impact of his heart made his eyelids twitch. The ghost eyes were dimmed.
"I can see me through so many media in such a distance."
Yang Jian tightened the cracked spear in his hand. The cold touch made his blood cool. He calmed down and then decisively rushed towards the crowd in the media.
The sky is gloomy and the world seems to be hanging upside down.
A huge black coffin phantom was hanging high, and below, a huge scroll unfolded, paper ashes flew.
He Yin'er's white eyes shone with a glimmer of light, and an old yellow enamel tea cup appeared in her hand, and began to attract souls.
Liu Sanze tore off the yellow paper, revealing a black and festering arm, and then protects the soul-suming man He Yin'er.
In the distance, the evil ghosts of impermanence, the ghost bride, and the dead Wang Han and Song Xinhai came one after another, and the methods of the ghost ghosts gradually emerged.
A piece of darkness seemed to be swallowed by the abyss, and appeared quietly and silently behind Luo Yi.
"Send him in!"
Li Leping shouted, and the choking smoke suddenly started, and he was sleeping and looking for humans and ghosts pressed step by step.
Guichao Wei Jing threw out a pair of blood-stained hemp ropes, He Yuelian's fingers flew, the space was upside down, and left and right were in a mess, pushing Luo Yi down from a high place.
Luo Yi was hanging under his feet, his body was always falling, his speed getting faster and faster, but what was strange was that this height seemed to have no end, and a fear of the future slowly appeared in Luo Yi's heart lake.
When the speed was so fast that the naked eye could no longer sense it, a darkness was like the gate of hell, and he grinned and swallowed Luo Yi.
In the darkness,
The sound of sharpening the knife was sharp, and five cold lights tear apart the void, like a sky net, sealed, compact, without any gaps.
He Yin'er threw down the yellowed teacup, and an old man with a lifeless and torn clothes appeared. His turbid and spiritless eyes looked at her.
This is not a simple evil ghost, but one of the historical inheritors of Taiping Ancient Town, whose name is: Zuyinren!
The so-called person who travels through the Yin and Yang realms and communicates with ghosts in the underworld.
But there is no hell in the underworld in the mysterious resurrection world, and the means of people who go to the Yin cannot be judged by common sense.
The man from the Yin saw the old teacup and said, "Is the soul-summoner? Then I'll help you." His body disappeared like smoke, but in Luo Yi's eyes, this man just entered a deeper level of ghost In the domain, he walked over step by step.
The body seemed to have been frozen, with gusts of cold wind everywhere, and the ghost wind pushed the ghost fog, and the human and ghosts were mixed together, which was really a bit of a chaotic world, and the chaos and horror of hell.
The person walking in the Yin walks between Yin and Yang, and then step into Luo Yi's body in one step.
"What the hell is it that I dare to fight for my body!"
Luo Yi felt another consciousness in his body awakening, and his original self was suppressed, like a ghost pressing against a bed. His body was heavy and exhausted, but his consciousness was clear and keen to sense every stimulation.
He immediately struggled, golden light filled the body of the man walking in the dark as if he was ignited.
"Yang Jian!" He Yuelian shouted.
Yang Jian, who was fighting in the media, raised his hand and threw out the spear, and then all the ghost eyes on his hands, the back of his head and the back were squirming, gathering in the middle of his forehead.
The scarlet ghost realm was like a comet, sweeping through the darkness and hitting Luo Yi straight.
Time is still!
Taking this opportunity, the man who walked the Yin controls Luo Yi's arm and pinches it towards his neck, hoping to complete an alternative suicide in this way.
On the other side, the ghost bride controlled by the ghost ghost man Chen Qiaoyang also came over. She stretched out her palm like a dead branch and handed it to Luo Yi.
"Old guy, do you want to deal with me like this?" Luo Yi's supernatural sucked and vomited, and took the initiative to give up his control of this body.
In an instant, Zhang Xianguang slashed the sword light, and the ghost man attacked and killed him. The ghost bride held hands. The ghost painting and the ghost were suppressed. He would die if he found a ghost. The ghost eyes were frozen in time, and the coffin was sped, except for the willow next to He Yiner. Third, all the rest of the people took action, and once they took action, they would be a decisive kill.
Without any suspense, and as expected, Luo Yi was nailed, and the man who was nailed together was also walking in Yin, because he was inside Luo Yi's body, and the nails in the coffin restricted the supernatural.
But after all, he was just an existence that summoned the soul and did not fall into a deep sleep at the first time.
The old cheeks appeared, and he nodded gently at He Yin'er, just like an old man who was about to close his eyes and was a little relieved to see the pretty junior, but soon his face changed and he became frightened and angry. Join together.
Just as he wanted to say something, the teacup broke and the soul-suming ended.
He Yiner's heart thumped, and the old man's last expression kept popping up in her mind.
"What does he seem to want to remind me?" He Yiner said to herself.
"Has it been successful?" Zhang Xianguang held the knife and stared at the distance, and did not choose to get close at the first time.
"Being nailed by the coffin, even the Lord of Ghost Eyes and the Wish Ghost cannot act. No one can break this law yet." Despite this, Yang Jian's ghost hand has not been taken back and is still on guard. side.
The name of a person, the shadow of a tree.
The words "Sacrificing Shenluoyi" are simple, but they are also heavy.
No matter how cautious you are, it is not an exaggeration.
"Not good!" Liu San, who was behind the few people, suddenly screamed.
Liu Sanzhi's body was torn apart, but what was revealed was not flesh and blood, but a cold and stiff corpse. The corpse was almost dismembered and a sticky blood was leaked out.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
At the same time, Li Leping, who was approaching him, was even more miserable. He was cut off in the waist and fell directly to the ground.
He Yin'er was also attacked, and a golden thread appeared on her body. Her face turned pale and her mouth was spit out. Just as she was about to be killed, under the captain's uniform, a black shroud suddenly lifted up, and then With a sting, it broke into a rag.
"It was this Taiping Ancient Town and the best funeral dress that saved me!" He Yin'er touched her body. Even with the protection of the funeral dress, her ribs on her chest were almost broken.
But this is the best result. Although her injuries are severe, they are not enough to kill a captain.
With this brief resistance, the rest of the people also reacted and approached her to protect her.
"Aren't you nailed to death, Yang Jian!" Liu San covered his wound, his eyes furious. He didn't expect that he would be almost dismembered in just one round.
Is there such a big gap between the captain?
Then, wouldn't it be if he used to say that he could drag any captain or king to death?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling embarrassed.
"The supernatural power of time, the one he was just now was indeed him, but not the real him, but a projection." Zhang Xianguang said slowly.
"The vision is good, but unfortunately there is no reward!" Luo Yi's voice surrounded this area, making people unable to tell the specific location of him.
"Li Leping is dead!" Yang Jian stood up with a gloomy face.
If he failed to kill, he was killed and seriously injured on his side.
Everyone once again deeply felt Luo Yi's horror.
"Continue!" The void suddenly vibrated, and ripples appeared in the surrounding space, and a faint golden light oozed out from the crack, giving the third color in the scene except scarlet and darkness.
The golden light broke through the mirror-like space, and the air exploded instantly like lightning.
In that huge sound, a golden color was like a horse who broke through layers of supernatural blockades and took He Yin'er directly.
"He Yuelian and Liu San protect He Yin'er and let her continue to summon souls. The rest of the people will follow me to kill!" Yang Jian took up his spear and made a decision instantly.
He Yuelian had just become a ghost driver and had insufficient experience in fighting. Liu San was injured, so they were most suitable for the palace's back. Why did Yin'er win the soul to win time?
Yang Jianze and Zhang Xianguang took the lead. The two acted extremely quickly, as if two sharp knives rushed towards Luo Yi. Among them were the ghost messenger Wei Jing and the ghost monk Chen Qiaoyang.
Faced with the interception, Luo Yi's body dimmed again, as if he was about to escape into the past again.
"I'll do it!" Yang Jian's ghost eyes were ferocious on his forehead, and a red light suddenly surged in his blood-filled eyes. Wei Jing and He Yuelian immediately relaxed their suppression around him, allowing the power of the ghost eyes to be fully exerted.
When the red light washed away, Luo Yi's dissipated figure suddenly frozen, and the two sides seemed to be in a stalemate.
One has to go to the past, while the other has started to restart the range, and he has to stay Luo Yi in the present.
Just when several people thought they could maintain the situation, Luo Yi suddenly smiled, and then his body disappeared suddenly became clear. A golden chain appeared in his hand, and the chains were entangled and intertwined. In a moment, a golden "sacrificial" character was formed in the air, blocking Zhang Xianguang's slashing. Under the ghost-headed sword, his body flickered, got rid of Yang Jian's lock and rushed into the crowd.
Although it was lightning, Wei Jing and Chen Qiaoyang still reacted.
Wei Jing took a step forward, threw out the ghost rope in his hand, and the shadow of the coffin above his head lifted the lid, as if he wanted to tie Luo Yi up and locked him in the ghost coffin. Chen Qiao's white temples were flying, and he died. Leping, the ghost bride, the impermanent ghost and others surrounded him, intending to stop Luo Yi for a moment and create an opportunity for Wei Jing.
Seeing that the two were about to succeed, Chen Qiaoyang suddenly froze on the spot, and the volatility of the supernatural body stopped abruptly as if he had been choked by someone. Luo Yi swept across from his side without any obstacle.
This change was beyond everyone's expectations.
Even Wei Jing, who was standing beside him, had no time to make any remedies.
Luo Yi stepped out, heading straight to Liu San in front of him like a leisurely stroll in the garden.
Liu San's eyes widened, fear spreading from his head to the soles of his feet like cold water, but then the fear turned into anger. He shook his body, and the yellow paper on his body fell one after another. His face was distorted throughout the process, but even so, he There was no moment of hesitation.
Because he knew that if he waited, he would definitely die.
"Luo Yi's target is not He Yin'er at all, but me, Liu San."
The thick paper leaves, like tearing apart human skin, revealing the dirty and smelly corpse underneath.
This is a ghost, but it is also him Liu San.
The real paper man Liu San.
As the corpse appeared, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and the water mist in the air condensed into ice beads, and even the field of vision became blurred and turbid.
The supernatural changes the surroundings, making everything seem plausible. The ghost domain has become invalid when it is approaching his body. The huge supernatural distorts the surrounding magnetic field, and even the distance and direction are modified, making it difficult to guess.
"Can you block it?" Liu San stared at the front with his eyes tightly, holding the last piece of yellow paper in his hand, a little hesitant.
Once this piece is pulled off, the real paper man will wake up, and whether Liu San can overcome the evil ghost as lucky as he was at the beginning is unknown.
In a vague moment, a phantom of a finger appeared.
Snap!
It was like a stone falling on the glass mirror and falling to the bottom of the lake. The tranquility around the corpse was completely broken, and the space was cracked layer by layer, as if the most broken story was broken.
The fingers become bigger and bigger, and in the end they fill their vision, covering the sky and the sun.
It seemed like a long time later, and it seemed that it was just blinking.
A wisp of warmth slashes through the bridge of the nose from the center of the eyebrows, then splashes up and falls to the ground, returning to the dust.
Paper man Liu San died.
He Yiner threw out three props in his hand, which were a plaque with blurred handwriting, a blood-dark ring and a slender embroidery needle.
The relics are still in the air, and three figures have emerged.
It was a man with a pipe leaning against the door and a woman with long eyebrows and long eyes, lowered eyebrows and drooping eyes. The last one was an old man stepping on the pickaxe and his back was slightly bent. (This chapter ends)