Chapter 123: Chaos, it’s hard to distinguish between true and false
“Soul-Calling Banner, Shoggoth, Laifu, Medusa, Demon Sword Girl.”
The source of power in Lin Mo’s body surged crazily. , the five markings emit light at the same time, dissipating the sense of oppression caused by the three ghosts.
It is also a C+ level of weirdness. The three in front of me are much stronger than Shen Yun, Xu Bin and Du Yuwei in my soul summoning flag.
And the old ghost in the shroud was clearly the one seen on the hearse. When did he get off the hearse?
Lin Mo was frightened and focused more on the old ghost.
"I'll deal with the one in the shroud, and you three will deal with the other two."
Lin Mo whispered to the three of them, then with a flick of his wrist, a red blade appeared , appeared in his hands.
With a quick step, Lin Mo immediately rushed towards the old man.
The murderous aura is condensed, and the demon sword itself is home to powerful evil spirits. It should have a bonus in dealing with this kind of weirdness.
"Laifu, surround its retreat"
The order was issued and a huge black shadow emerged from Lin Mo's shadow.
Laifu's huge body split into two, cutting off the old man in shroud's retreat in just one breath.
The big mouth of the blood basin is slightly opened, and the blue flames in the mouth are constantly gathering.
"Young man, we meet again, do you want to follow me to clean the yard?"
The old man in shrouds chuckled, the dark blue in his eyes growing.
The mysterious realm!
This familiar ability allowed Lin Mo to decisively use the card master's talent Concentric, and then established a connection with the Soul Calling Banner.
The next second, Lin Mo's figure continued to grow taller, his face was gray and blue, and in addition to being weird, there was an indescribable mysterious aura in his pupils.
Open the mysterious realm!
The blood-red sky served as the background and spread rapidly with Lin Mo as the center.
I wonder if it is a blessing from the concentric talent.
For a moment, Lin Mo was evenly matched with the mysterious realm of the old man in shrouds in front of him.
Swinging the sword, the demonic sword collided with a pair of withered hands, making a crisp sound.
The pair of black and blue ghost eyes turned and looked at Lin Mo with a strange smile.
In horror, Lin Mo quickly backed away.
Flip your fingers and hold the two cards in your hand.
Compared to Lin Mo, the other people obviously looked a little embarrassed.
The painter laughed and circled around the three people, his figure erratic, his fingers constantly manipulating the brush. On the drawing board, the appearance of the three people gradually became clear.
Every time the painter added a stroke to the painting, the three of them could clearly feel their hearts beating violently.
"Where's the wine, little brother, where's your wine." The drunkard shook his head and asked with a smile.
The voice was full of confusion, which made Zhou Ziyue confused and he subconsciously wanted to speak.
"Whoosh!"
At the critical moment, there was a sound of breaking through the air, and in the flash of red light, the sharp blade cut through the drunken man's pale cheek.
In just a short moment, Zhou Ziyue suddenly woke up. After looking at Lin Mo gratefully, he flipped the cards in his hand and poured his energy into them.
"Tiger Seal, activate!"
Zhou Ziyue shouted loudly, and the bright yellow source power gathered and took shape in an instant.
The shape of the foundation is constantly changing, and the bright yellow source power is also growing and condensing.
"Roar!"
With a huge roar, Zhou Ziyue's eyes were like lightning, and his body slowly floated up.
Behind him is a huge tiger shape formed by the gathering of source power.
Tiger, the king of beasts, is the ultimate yang.
In ancient times, it was called tiger.
The tiger's head is raised proudly, its eyes are radiating, and its power is frightening.
As for Zhou Ziyue, he clasped his hands into claws and jumped towards the drunk man in front of him.
The tiger's teeth bit down hard, and wisps of black air continued to leak out along the drunk man's shoulders.
The drunkard was in pain, showing his ghostly appearance, and bit into Zhou Ziyue with a ferocious expression. Zhou Ziyue, on the other hand, clenched his fist into a hollow fist and hit the opponent's abdomen hard.
“Boom!”
With the huge force, a layer of white smoke appeared around the fist, and a buzzing sound was even faintly heard.
The fist hit the drunkard's body, causing the ground to crack. The drunkard's already rotten body shriveled up visibly to the naked eye.
At this time, Zhou Ziyue was completely different from his usual self.
On the other side, a graceful shadow fluttered in mid-air, its red lips slightly opened, pointed at the painter, and let out a sharp roar.
A sound like a sea wave shook the pages on the drawing board to pieces.
At the same time, the painter's figure was completely frozen, and the erratic figure was completely exposed at this moment.
Chu Xiaoxiao naturally would not miss such an opportunity. He held up the six-barreled machine cannon and poured out all his power.
"Whoosh whoosh"
The projectiles of the machine gun shot out of the air, completely piercing the painter's body in the blink of an eye.
"Golden Hands!" Zhou Ziyu shouted, his hands shining like spear points, slashing at the painter fiercely.
The next moment, the painter’s head flew out and rolled on the ground.
His body fell straight down.
"Ping Pong!" The knife and claws collided, making a sound of gold and iron.
During the fight, three figures stood in front of the old man in shrouds and surrounded him.
"Young man, I think you have a good destiny, why don't you come with me to visit the grave?" The old man in shrouds gave a cold and strange smile, not caring about his current situation at all.
Not even the appearance of ghosts appeared.
Old ghost, I will save you today!
Lin Mo thought to himself, as he looked at the old man in shrouds, his blood wiped the blade, instantly activating the demon sword. The already bright red blade became even more gorgeous at this moment.
Blood-red murderous aura lingers, blessed by concentric talents.
At this moment, Lin Mo's aura reached its peak.
As if they had a telepathic connection, the other three people standing at the four corners of the old man in shroud also exerted their strength at the same time and launched their killing moves.
The demon sword was condensed, and just when this powerful sword was about to be struck, Lin Mo suddenly felt a trance in front of his eyes, and Chu Xiaoxiao's voice came to his ears.
"Lin Mo, wake up!"
"Who? I want to wake up?"
Thinking changed rapidly, Lin Mo looked down and saw countless things appearing on his body A bloodstain.
There was a trance in front of me, and the cold wind was howling in front of me.
Lin Mo instinctively lowered his body and hit the demon sword with huge force, causing him to feel pain in his mouth.
Sliding back dozens of steps, he stopped.
Lin Mo raised his head and looked again. The scene in front of him had completely changed.
The drunkard and the painter who had been strangled were now standing intact, with a sinister smile on their faces. The old man wearing a shroud in the middle was looking like a man from the beginning to the end. Never moved an inch.
On the contrary, the Zhou brother and sister fell in the ruins not far away, their lives and deaths unknown.
The cards in hand were shattered.
As for Chu Xiaoxiao, most of the ten-man robot puppets he controlled have been destroyed.
"Lin Mo, we can't stop them anymore, let's leave first."
Hearing this, Lin Mo did not speak.
But he whispered softly, and saw that the blood stains on his body had not faded by half, but his own power had dried up.
The demon knife in his hand also showed wear and tear.
"Old ghost, you really have something."
As his nose twitched, Lin Mo grinned, stood up and walked slowly towards Chu Xiaoxiao, the demon knife in his hand was red. The light flashes.
"Lin Mo, let's leave quickly. If we don't leave, it will be too late." Before she finished speaking, Chu Xiaoxiao spat out a pool of bright red blood and looked at Lin Mo in disbelief.
In her abdomen, there was a shining demon knife.
"Lin Mo? You."
(End of this chapter)