Strange Recovery: I Can Become A Big Demon

Outside the Yincao Jiangbei Branch, the old security guard who has guarded here for nearly a hundred years walked with his coffin on his back, bringing the coming disaster far away.

This was the last time he sheltered the precinct.

The four great masters followed closely, their eyes revealing complex and dignified expressions.

The breakthrough of the last ghost cultivator in the world has undoubtedly attracted the attention of various forces. Some people want to prevent such a powerful existence from appearing in Kyushu, some people stare at his evil corpse after failure, and some people have unknown purposes...

All parties gather.

This is a chaos destined to end bloody.

The old man seemed to understand this too, carrying his coffin on his back, unwilling to bring any trouble to this place, he walked out of the city little by little, taking this "chaos" out of the city.

His old body was a little rickety, and every step was extremely difficult.

After the Soul Requiem Coffin was moved, its suppressive power was reduced by more than half.

There was a strange noise in the coffin.

Uncle Wei's waist was also bent more and more, and every step he took was a deep footprint.

Several Grand Masters could not help.

The contest between the evil corpse and the old man had already begun at this moment, and they could not intervene in life or death.

All they can do is stay around and rule out all external factors!

At four o'clock in the morning, the street was empty and cold, and the street lights suddenly began to flicker on and off, and then went out completely. Under the shadows, figures in black fur appeared silently.

"Send off Uncle Wei!"

"Send off Uncle Wei!"

"..."

The old man carried the coffin on his back and walked forward step by step. A shackles roared sadly and joined the team.

Someone spontaneously lit a longevity lamp, which had no special function, but was just a wish.

Someone threw yellow and white money papers to clear the way, begging the Yin soldiers to show up and let the old man live.

Seeing this, the old man smiled helplessly while carrying the coffin.

"A group of brats, this is the etiquette of sending the dead, do you really want to send the old man away?"

"It's also appropriate."

Thoughtful, he stepped on the yellow and white paper money, and his steps were much lighter.

After a few steps, Uncle Wei continued to move forward, but the expression on his face was already dark and difficult to understand.

"Master...or captain?"

In his impression, there are only these two people who are related to him and can do this kind of thing, even though theoretically they are both dead.

Because these yellow and white paper money are all produced in the restricted area!

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to have this kind of help in crossing the catastrophe, and the suppressive force on his body was less relaxed.

It is almost impossible for the king of Chujiang to obtain so many forbidden objects.

Uncle Wei looked around.

The bleak autumn wind blows, and there is no one else on the street.

"Oh~"

In the end, he sighed deeply, and it could only be attributed to his own judgment error.

This is most likely a method that King Chu Jiang prepared for himself at a high price.

On the street at four o'clock in the morning, the underworld team passed by, filled with a chilling atmosphere, like a group of veterans who looked down on death and were going to fight a mortal battle!

Every time Luo Ji took a step, an invisible wave of sound would sweep hundreds or thousands of meters away, and ordinary people who heard this sound would fall into a deeper slumber.

It was deserted on the street.

The old man with the coffin on his back looked resolute and didn't stop taking a step.

Open the way with yellow paper, worship the heavens and worship the gods;

The green lantern hangs the soul, and the life of the people survives!

When the team reached the outskirts, a thin layer of mist appeared around them, and there were waves of mournful wailing from outside the city, as if some monster had already been waiting there.

Uncle Wei's face was pale at the moment, and his spine was almost deformed by the pressure. Every step he took, he had to pause for a while, and his steps became more and more difficult.

The weight of the soul coffin is not just talking.

What's more, the evil corpses inside are still making troubles, and all kinds of scary scratching, crying, wailing, and bumping are making the coffin heavier.

The talismans attached to it fell off one by one and turned into ashes.

The wight is fully awake, stronger than ever.

King, do not suppress!

When the team walked on the road outside the city, it was already nine or ten o'clock, but the sky was always in the state of dawn.

A large amount of gray-white fog shrouded the surroundings, and there seemed to be strange shadows dancing in the fog.

Their movements are stiff, their limbs and joints are very inflexible, jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping...

This is an ancient sacrificial dance, sometimes with bowed legs, with both hands as if embracing a big watermelon, sometimes standing on one leg, with one hand in front of the other, imitating the appearance of a big goose, and sometimes turning around in a funny way...

Looks full of comedy.

But no one laughed, everyone became serious.

The dance moves of these "puppets" are getting weirder and weirder, as if imprinted in everyone's mind, even if they turn their heads and don't look at it, they can't help but think about it.

The action scenes became more profound one by one.

It seems to have penetrated into the soul.

until the end.

A bad guy named Yin couldn't control his hands and feet any more, and started the same dance, striding towards the depths of the thick fog.

Letting the accompanying ghosts in their bodies growl and scream will not help!

"Snapped"

A crisp finger snap.

All the dancers froze and froze in place.

Among the crowd, a figure wearing gold-rimmed glasses and with a raised mouth walked out. Every time he took a step, thousands of overlapping footsteps sounded at the same time.

It seems that under his feet, he is stepping on the lives of countless people!

"Yincao, Luo Ji, please teach me."

As soon as the voice fell, the dolls in the depths of the fog exploded with a bang, their heads and limbs flying across.

And a sluggish errand also returned to normal at this moment.

"Keep going!"

Sun Zhengwen shouted in a deep voice.

In the mist, there was the terrifying sound of fighting at the Grand Master level.

Not far away, there was a village next to the road, and one villager after another was hanged from the roof, all staring at the road with wide-eyed eyes.

The strange thing is that they didn't become ghosts, but they gave people a creepy feeling, as if they were still alive!

After approaching.

Some figures could be vaguely seen floating in the mist.

There are resentment, evil ghosts, fierce ghosts, and bloody clothes.

Hundreds of sneaky creatures vaguely stood in some kind of ancient formation.

A terrifying cold and evil aura suddenly began to permeate the air, dyeing the white mist into dark red little by little, attacking the team with a palpitating aura.

Wherever it passes, the vegetation dies.

Even the earth was covered with a layer of ashes.

Sun Zhengwen frowned, and when he came to the crowd, he seemed very afraid of these evil spirits.

"Corpse, resentment, evil ghost, fierce ghost, bloody clothes..."

Daoxuan took a step forward, clasped his fingers and counted, and murmured: "Five souls chaotic formation, such insidious and evil formations have been passed down, I will clean up the door for my Dao League!"

With a cold killing intent on his face, he pinched a talisman and drew it in the air with his hand. A half-meter-long talisman with the width of a human face appeared and blasted into the depths of the mist.

Then look in one direction.

"Old Sun, I'm going to behead the evil head, and let you guys enter from here, all the way to the east, don't look back, kill as soon as you see the devil, and then you can break the formation!"

Sun Zhengwen glanced around and nodded: "The servants obey orders, kill!"

Led by Jiang Yi, the leader of the third group, a group of people killed out.

They rushed in from the direction Daoxuan said, and those evil spirits that even the great masters were afraid of, actually took the initiative to give way.

If it is a formation, you have to leave the door of life.

Otherwise, if the formation is strong enough to a certain level, the caster will be trapped in it.

Daoxuan, who is usually sloppy, has such a skill that he can see through the life gate of the opponent's formation at a glance, and seems to have a way to fix the eyes of the opponent's formation, so that the life gate will not change.

This is completely crushing in the understanding of formation.

When he rushed into the depths of the fog, an unbelievable voice came from there.

Jiang Chen glanced at the group of ghosts in the mist, lit several cigarettes, suppressed his inner impulse, and did not make a move for the time being.

Because he understands.

It's too early.

It's not time to make a move by yourself.

The opponent's hole cards have not yet been revealed, so naturally one's own side has to keep a trump card.

"Hey, old Wei, I broke my precept because of you, an old boy. I gave up the duck with my mouth full. You will pay me one million points later."