One punch and one ghost, you say this is mental illness?

Qinglong wanted to say something else, Shanmao turned him with an elbow, and said in a low voice: "Stop talking, saving people is the most important thing."

Hearing this, Qinglong nodded, and looked at He Yan who was still standing there. He wanted to see, without the protection of Bai Ze, Chen Twelve and Liu, how would this group of pets escape to heaven?

He Yan stood there stunned, the lightning ball that Liu Yiyi threw was very fun, and threw it into the group of ghosts with fire and lightning all the way, and immediately smashed it open.

He touched his chin and looked at the five watermelons on the ground.

These five watermelons were brought together by Liu Yishou and Chen Twelve. Even though they couldn't find He Yan, they didn't forget to keep holding the watermelons.

What if He Yan wants to eat watermelon after finding He Yan?
The big watermelon is round, it looks like a bomb in He Yan's eyes!
"Hahaha, watermelon bomb!" He Yan grinned loudly, bent down to pick up a watermelon, and threw it at the nearest Yin soldier.

[System enhancement, watermelon bomb, fatal to ghosts, harmless to humans and beasts]

As soon as the words fell, the watermelon that had been smashed into pieces in the center of the ghost group exploded with a loud bang.

A powerful wave of energy surged around, leaving no ghosts behind wherever it went.

All the Yin soldiers who were affected by this air wave, did not even have a chance to howl, and immediately lost their souls.

But Liu Yishou and the others couldn't feel anything, they could only see the Yin soldiers in the courtyard blowing up one after another.

Both parties who were fighting were shocked.

At the same time, Zhang Wentao and his party, who were about to make a move, were also dumbfounded.

"Isn't this fucking too strong? Watermelon can also be used as a bomb?" Zhang Wenjiang shouted.

"It seems that he doesn't need our help." Zhang Wentao grinned slowly.

After tasting the sweetness of the watermelon bomb, He Yan became even more excited.

The owner of the ghost city wanted to kill all the people around He Yan, arrest him, and then make him tortured to death, to be buried with his handsome face. In the end, he killed all the ghosts in my yard with a single watermelon. Soldier?

The ghost king who was restrained by the Yin soldiers was also affected. Fortunately, he had a high cultivation base and cast spells to withstand it, otherwise he would have lost his soul.

This courtyard is full of at least thousands of Yin soldiers. If the venue is not too small, the [-] Yin soldiers under his hand will suppress them. I don't believe they can't be killed!

"Damn it!" The lord of the ghost city was furious. He raised the ghost talisman, and the ghost talisman was suspended in midair, forming a black vortex.

The black vortex seemed to be a bottomless pit, from which countless dark soldiers poured out continuously.

He Yan's eyes lit up, he also wanted so many subordinates, and then he could be the big brother.

Thinking of this, He Yan bent down again, picked up a big watermelon and threw it at the owner of the ghost market.

The owner of the ghost city flew up and kicked the watermelon. He wanted to kick the watermelon back, but he used too much force and kicked the watermelon to pieces.

"Bang, bang bang bang"

The watermelon is falling apart, where the pieces fall, there will be a huge explosion.

The owner of the ghost city was blown upside down, his clothes and pants were blown up, only a few rags were left hanging, looking like a rotten mop strip.

"I'll go, strong!" Zhang Wenjiang's eyes lit up, as if he saw something precious.

Let me ask, who doesn't like He Yan, who is so powerful, cute and awesome?Who doesn't want it?

The yin soldiers who had just come out and rushed to the front just exploded on the spot.

Groups of Yin soldiers behind stood dumbfounded, the air was filled with the smell of compatriots, although there was no blood flowing into rivers, but the souls of compatriots turned into ashes were all over the ground, could this be the legendary skin fragments?
The man in the scarlet wedding robe standing not far away looked harmless to humans and animals, but the powerful aura on his body reminded these Yin soldiers not to fight against him all the time!

And the little friends who just exploded on the spot, the big exploding watermelon!
What the hell!
After thinking for only three seconds, all the Yin soldiers turned around and went straight back into the ghost talisman. The black vortex closed in a second, and the ghost talisman fell to the ground with a snap.

[The system automatically provides technical support when necessary, but there is no way, the host's temperament is worrying, this system has to create the illusion of a powerful temperament for the host! 】

The owner of the ghost city hurried forward to pick it up, but no matter how he summoned it, the ghost talisman remained silent.

"I'll do it, I agreed to assist this king to fight the country, you don't talk about martial arts and treachery!" The owner of the ghost city shouted holding the ghost amulet.

The reason why he became the master of the ghost market, besides his high cultivation base, was also because he had an army of one hundred thousand Yin soldiers.

Now this Yin soldier can't come out of the ghost talisman?Then how can he face these perverts alone?
"Come out, come out, come out to me!" The ghost city master kept slapping ghost charms on the ground, or offering sacrifices in mid-air to summon Yin soldiers.

The ghost talisman was unmoved, and finally, a small white flag was thrown out of the ghost talisman!

"Come out, come out, come out and fight this king again!" The lord of the ghost city was about to collapse.

As a result, ten white flags and a note were thrown out of the ghost talisman one after another.

It read: You are such an idiot, bye bye!

"Treacherous bastards! Don't think that this king can't do without you." The owner of the ghost city yelled, and smashed the ghost talisman to the ground with a bang.

There is no more Yin soldier on the scene, without the jurisdiction of the Yin soldier, the whole ghost market has turned into a fucking mess.

Ghosts, supernatural beings, and monks all looted and smashed the shops, and those who fought and ganged up on the street.

The two men and one woman who had just repaired the faucet fought even more violently. In the end, the two men met each other, and immediately reached a consensus and turned their heads to beat the female ghost to the point of crying.

The whole ghost city was in chaos, and the noise outside came to my ears. It was as chaotic and tragic as if little devils had invaded. The owner of the ghost city had already guessed what happened.

He laughed maniacally, his shoulders shaking as he laughed.

At this time, Bai Ze and Baweihu were standing behind He Yan, and Liu Yishou and Chen Twelve were standing next to He Yan.

The owner of the ghost city was alone, and the ghost king was standing not far away. His old legs were trembling, and he didn't know whether to run or not for a while!
He curled his lips, and thought to himself: Barbie has Q, boards, spreads and covers, ten people to a table, serve the food!

He is finished, from now on this world will not have him as a ghost king, although there are quite a lot of ghost kings in this world.

The Lord of the Ghost City turned his head to look at the Ghost King, and said, "Master Ghost King, if you fight side by side with me today, I will help you break through to the peak of the king."

The ghost king trembled all over, swallowed, and then pointed at the owner of the ghost city without hesitation and yelled: "I am upright and clean-sleeved, even if I am killed, I will not be with you, a scum, no, you are a scum, you Die with this heart!"

After cursing, the ghost king strode up to He Yan, pointed at the owner of the ghost city and said, "Boss, kill him."

With a crisp sound of "pa", Chen Twelve slammed a big pussy on the ghost king's face.

This old thing is good at playing with the wind and the wind.

The ghost king covered his face, and stood aside silently, whether he was beaten or scolded, this thigh must be hugged.