Strange Recovery: I Can Become A Big Demon

An ordinary-looking man walked out of the hammer. As soon as he appeared, the surrounding air began to "distort" and "change", and the surrounding roads became blurred, as if he had encountered a large-scale ghost hitting the wall.

This is obviously the murderous spirit that Jiang Chen killed not long ago, under the hands of the Great Elder of the Ghost Refining Sect.

At this moment, the opponent's whole body is covered with death characters, and his aura is stronger than "before he was alive", and he has almost entered the upper level of fierce souls.

"A mid-level fierce soul, this is your arrogant capital?" Weishui River God sneered, the opponent's aura was only a low-level grand master, even if he added a helper, he was not its opponent.

Without saying a word, Jiang Chen swallowed a blood sage pill.

The next moment, another figure walked out of the hammer.

This is a man with a square face in a tattered suit and a righteous face. He is the Great Elder of the Ghost Refining Sect, a high-ranking great master.

The face of Weishui River God finally became serious.

She is just a high-ranking fierce soul. Although relying on the special ability of Jigui, she still has the confidence to fight, but she may suffer losses.

"It seems that I underestimated you!"

The God of the River said in a dark voice.

As soon as she finished speaking, there was another figure in the field.

A smiling Maitreya with a wide body, fat head and big ears, with a ghostly aura all over his body, stood behind Jiang Chen.

With his palms together, a large blood-gold strange Buddha's light illuminated half of the Weishui River.

"What?!" Weishui River God's face completely sank.

Although the middle-aged man in the suit before was also a high-ranking fierce spirit, he didn't pose much threat to her, so she was still calm.

But this monk is different.

The strangeness of the other party's blood-gold Buddha light is not inferior to that of Jigui's lineage!

In a real fight, she might only be on par with this monk, not to mention there are three A-level monks besieging from the side.

The Weishui River God glanced left and right, already thinking about how to take advantage of the river and escape.

"God of the Weishui River, you slapped me in the face of the evil Cao Yanluo, do you still want to run away with your life?"

Jiang Chen looked over and scolded coldly.

"When did I slap you Yan Luo in the face? Ghost Qi +68000!"

The Weishui River God was a little crazy. This young grand master didn't have the ability to fight, but his ability to hold hats and shake people is really a bit strong.

"Don't talk nonsense, I have never insulted you, Yin Cao Yan Luo, but you, do you really want to break the ancient agreement with me to worship ghosts?"

"Aren't you afraid that I will go to the bottom of the Yangtze River and ask the ancestors to make decisions?"

"At that time, in your Kyushu territory, on both sides of the thousands of rivers and seas, there will never be peace!" She threatened with resentment.

"Looking for someone to make the decision, you have to live first. Today, Yan Luo of Kyushu suffered such a big loss under your hands, and I lost all face. Even if I fight them all, it is impossible for you to leave alive !" Jiang Chen pressed the shoulder of the Great Elder of the Ghost Refining Sect and spoke resolutely.

The facial muscles of a group of people on the shore couldn't help twitching.

Good boy, you have a way of fighting other people's lives!

"Ghost Qi+9999...Ghost Qi+..."

"The dean is mighty, just a vicious soul, he can be killed with a single swing of the hammer!" Only 02 was still shouting excitedly, he didn't seem embarrassed at all, he shouted like seven people in a daze.

Jiang Chen cast an approving look.

"Xiaoer, you know me well. If it weren't for the crowds here, I would have to show you how to use an ancestral treasure to annihilate this fierce spirit!"

"Forget it, let's do it."

With a big wave of his hand, Ghost Maitreya and other fierce spirits all rushed forward.

And the God of the Weishui River didn't choose to fight. He gave Jiang Chen another vicious look, plunged into the river, and disappeared without a trace.

Ghost Maitreya and other ghosts lost their target in an instant.

But at this time, Jiang Chen directly pressed the Zhenshen Nail towards the river.

"boom"

A terrifying and absolute suppressing force blocked most of the Weishui River in an instant, and a figure screamed out from a thousand meters away.

The ghost Maitreya, the great elder of the ghost refining sect, and the ghost hitting the wall took advantage of this opportunity to rush forward, and soon, screams spread in all directions.

Wait until they're almost done fighting.

Jiang Chen walked forward with the Yinshen Hammer in his hand, and said slowly, "Five emperors and five dragons, descending light and carrying wind. Spreading moisture widely, assisting Lei Gong..."

A heavy rain fell.

The godlike boy swings his hammer in the rain.

The sky thundered.

The Weishui River God, who was seriously injured, could only stare wide-eyed, and ushered in horror—destruction! ! !

...

The battle was over, and the blood of the fierce soul stained the Weishui River red.

This time was different from before, a message was transmitted unstoppably, flowing along the river and pouring into the Changhe River.

Jiang Chen's hairs exploded for a moment, but he soon returned to normal.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the Changhe River in the distance, and he roughly understood that the true background of the ghost sacrifice lineage might have begun to wake up.

"Got to speed up."

"Brothers, you drive over here. I'll set off first. Before those old things in the Changhe River explode, I will first examine these tributary river gods to see if they are really guilty."

"Although they want to rebel, we can't wrong any good ghost. This is the difference between us and those cruel and evil sneaks. I hope everyone can understand the hard bumps along the way!"

After Jiang Chen finished speaking, he soared into the sky, leaving behind a group of dazed servants.

After a long time, a group of people couldn't help but twitched their mouths.

Don't talk nonsense!

We are not so cruel.

You are no censorship, the ashes are all taken away by others, not one of them is indeed not let go...

...

Along the Yangtze River.

A group of three people appeared here.

Two men and one woman, both young, a short-cut young man with a sharp temperament, wearing a black robe, which rattles and clangs when walking, and various utensils seem to be pinned under the robe.

"Chou Tian, ​​can you stop bringing all the post-mortem tools you made with you every time you go out to exorcise ghosts? How unlucky."

The other young man was a fat man, swinging a chain hammer in his hand. The hammer was round in shape, only the size of a fist. The chain was very thin and jet black. It looked like some rich kids' toys.

However, when he flipped the ring casually, there was a terrifying sonic boom. The weight of this chain hammer can definitely scare people to death.

"Fatty Yu, I haven't beaten you in the past two years, so your skin is itchy again?" The young man called Qiu Tian looked over coldly with a scar on his left brow bone.

Be watched by him.

Emperor Song Emperor couldn't help shrinking his neck, slipping: "Hi! Brother Qiu, see this, not seeing this, my brother is still your brother, how can there be a big Brother?"

"You're wrong, the Emperor Song is the third hall, my teacher is only the fourth hall, don't talk nonsense, I can't bear this responsibility!" Qiu Tian said coldly.

Fatty Yu Qian chuckled and wanted to say something else.

The girl on the side said: "Okay, you two, don't fight here, there is a big deal coming out this time, please contact me quickly, why hasn't the person over there arrived yet?"