Here Lies The Wicked

Voldemort Vajra!

There are three kinds of fire, and three kinds of fire do not invade.

And the three fires shall be extinguished, and the lamps shall be exhausted.

Three incomplete fires can easily cause trance, infirmity and sickness, nightmares are faint, and can easily provoke unclean objects.

At this moment, the air and blood of the squares are gushing like the tide, three fires like a burning stove.

Boom!

Fist marks like facing a train head, heavily bombarding the groom's clothes to pierce the man's chest, pounding, such as the noise of the fabric cracking, the fiery heat on this fist hot blood and true qi, directly through the groom's clothes to pierce the man's chest.

“You…”

The paper-maker looked at the correction in front of him, and even if he was so badly wounded, his face would remain unchanged with a pale face and a strange smile, because he was paper-made and he had only one dead face.

In fact, the paper-taking people were struck by this succession of rapid strikes, which was somewhat shocking.

He never understood.

How can this wild priest ignore the power of the night?

Originally,

He's confident he killed each other.

He's got confidence to kill each other!

But this is the way to calculate the mistake, leading to a loss of merit.

He was unaffected because he was associated with an operator and the wearer was comfortable manipulating the range and ability of the night.

But he wondered why the robe on the square actually restrained the dark side of the underworld.

The tomb keeper in the groom's suit panicked.

But without waiting for the paper-man to say the second word, Fangzheng's subsequent blow, under the true sight of the enemy, has been quickly pursued.

The tomb keeper finally realized something was wrong. Every time he acted, he seemed to be suppressed by the prophet's perception, as if he were predicting.

He couldn't care less. He hurried to gather the people around him and help him siege the right side together.

The next moment, the paper-makers around gave up painting ghosts and killed Qi Qi in the right direction.

They are the first responders.

Huh?

The superficial cicada is beneath the ghost claws, emitting a large number of Mars, tearing out sharp stinging sounds like gold and iron cuts, and a layer of cicada is broken… but regardless of these plain paper-tied people, only the tomb keeper is locked in front of them in cold eyes.

“Two months ago I was able to fuck your son, your grandson, your great-grandson, your great-grandson! ”

“Two months from now, I can fuck you too, you ghost! ”

Pfft!

Hands up and down, and the other arm of the tomb keeper was cut off.

Just as Fang was about to cut out the next knife, several people stabbed the paper, proactively hit the square edge of the knife, delayed Fang Zheng, at the moment of a thousand shots, successfully let the tomb guard escape.

“Everybody get the fuck out of here! ”

Fang is killing the air, the knife is hanging, no paper tier can withstand the edge of the ghost knife, just rubbing to the edge, by the killing industry and burning real qi on the ghost knife, shook into pieces.

Knock, knock!

Both legs tread like elephants on the ground, and the sword is being lifted to hunt down the tomb guard who fled to the wolf.

Boom!

Boom!

Then, along the way, the earth rocks broke, the trees broke, and burst into scraps of paper. Where the ghost knife passed, the various obstacles were smashed.

The razor blade was raging, real breath and a rooftop along the way, all bursting under a ghost knife and incinerating.

Fang Zheng carried a knife, and all the way to kill the tomb keeper, everything in front of him became crushed under the sharp ghost knife in his hand.

Behind it, the hills left nothing but a mess and burning scraps of paper, and… a courtyard wall, a fake mountain, a pavilion, all torn under a ghost knife and torn to pieces, leaving only a bare hill.

Gravekeepers have no expression on their faces, they are still only the dead pale face of the paper-tied man, and the strange smiley face that is not as smiling as the dead man.

Gravekeepers fled to the depths of the hills, where the horrific energy fluctuations were very disturbing, and connectionists and Koshuk paintings were fighting in the distance.

“Help me...”

The tomb keeper called for help from an operator.

At this moment, however, the connectors themselves are difficult to protect.

I saw a mask on the connector's face, but there was blood on it, and it was stained with dust. It looked a little wobbly, and I didn't know what it had been like before.

On the other hand, Gao Shu painted a picture of the leather ghost from the source. She herself cooperated with the ghost sea tactics, and died restraining the connector from moving the mobile space.

On the face of the night, it doesn't seem to work for Ko Sook painting.

If you think about it a little bit, you can figure it out. If Ko Sook is not ready, how can you be confident to go after an operator?

At first glance, the gravedigger was dragged down, afraid that he was all mud and bodhisattva crossing the river himself, and he hurried to change direction to continue to flee.

“You can't kill me here! I am the head of the government, everything here is paper, it is under my control, I..."

Soon, however, the angry voice of the head of the house was as mute as a fire, and suddenly it stopped.

Turns out everything in the hill can attack the building in the right direction, it has all been hanged by the knife in the square hand, Noda Hills, only the bare foundation is left.

And after a lap, he ran back to the high ground.

The only building left is the tall platform.

Gravekeepers have nowhere to go.

“Who the hell are you? ”

“What's wrong with me and you? ”

“You are clearly wearing the robe of the Daoist, but the battle method is some like Buddha's disciple just rushed to the Yang means...”

The only word is indifference: “Noise! ”

For example, the tomb keeper of the troubled beast shouted, but he was powerless to return to heaven, and the cold light flashed and his head fell.

Boom!

As if he had exhaled his breath, he straightened up and fell on his back. The hot real gas at the wound ignited the flame and burned the paper man into black ash.

+1 Normal Soul Qi.

At the same time, the rest of the remaining paper-makers appear to be linked to the lives of the tomb keepers. As the tomb keepers were cut off with a knife, they were all bursting and stiff.

Normal soul Qi +1, +1, +1...

Instantly accounted for a dozen spirits.

Less than a while ago, special soul +1!

It's coming from the direction of Ko Sook's painting and his connector's engagement.

As soon as Fang glanced up, he saw Gao Shu drawing carrying a bloody head and jumping at him.

Looks like the connectionist's dark side has been destroyed.

“You killed the tomb keeper?” As he jumped closer, Gao Sook looked at the ashes of the human figure on the ground, and Dai frowned.

“His resistance was fierce, and I accidentally killed him when I confiscated him.” Square took the knife into the box and understated.

It was cold at the time, and there was still indifference in the battle.

“You could have captured the tomb keeper alive and earned a million and two million dollars.” Ko Sook's words seem a little blameworthy and unhappy.

She was going to capture the tomb keeper alive and study the paper guy.

“Killing is killing, not so many questions.” Fang answered impatiently and walked silently to the thirty-five brides on the high stage alone.

This time, Ko Sook's painting stopped talking.