Here Lies The Wicked

Pfft!

It's like a knife stuck to your heart.

Because you are the weakest...

That's a very entrenched statement...

Indeed, there is no reason for the weak in front of the strong.

Silenced by a hard-hearted middle-aged man.

Because he couldn't find a rebuttal at all.

“Besides, I can't open the White Tiger's coffin, so I'll have to tear you apart. It's called knocking on a mountain tiger! ”

“If you won't let me carry the coffin, I'll smash the door! Knock the motherfucker's family! ”

Pfft!

The middle-aged literary man was once again entrenched.

He felt completely free from delusion.

Lie down and take an arrow.

The more I wanted to hold back the middle-aged literary man, the more I suppressed the angry growl: “What are you waiting for? Are you afraid the pussy will come back for revenge? The boy's been at the door today! You're still worried about what to lose! ”

“Mountain King, you are the king of 72 ghost gates! Help me!”

The angry roaring middle-aged literary man, his body suddenly turned into a pale ghost face with a blush on his face, the ancient literary man on paper!

That's the strongest form of gravedigger!

Just don't wait for the Vincent Paper Man to re-enter the darkness by taking advantage of the plane being smashed by the side... the real gas whirlpool!

A sucking force.

Pull suddenly.

Wen Shi Paper Zhuan had just broken free of the pulling power of the real gas whirlpool, and was delayed for a moment, holding the cold glittering ghost knife in his hand, had been killed.

“Stupid! ”

“Thought I'd give you another chance this time? ”

He has become a warrior like a human stick. He looks at the nearest rectangle. He has a flash of fear in his eyes. It's like, he's not a ghost. Fang is the worst demon!

Without his arms, the clergyman stamped him in place, turning his feet into sharp pieces of paper, kicking him straight to the chest, and intending to escape with the help of a countershock.

“I don't care what kind of gravedigger you are. Everybody get down! ”

Square right hand falsely gripped into a tiger claw, toward the paper to tie the person, made a hollow grip, and then pressed hard against the ground.

True pneumatic whirlpool puts paper on people's bodies and smashes them to the ground.

Boom!

Vincent stuck a man all over the floor.

Stay close!

Pfft!

The paper-tied man's legs were also removed by a ghost knife.

However, he was only a paper-tied man, without pain, watched his hands and feet disappear and stared at Fangzheng with resentment.

There is also a slight fear in the resentment.

“You can't kill me! For generations we grave keepers can't leave 72 ghost gates except for punishment! And because we, the tomb keepers, are going to keep the biggest secret in the 72 ghost gates! ”

“If you kill me, no one will guard the mausoleum of the Mountain God after death here, and then even the pussy will not protect you! ”

Paper-stuck people half-real half-full intimidation square.

“Rest assured, one of you is dead, there are three gravediggers left, you're just the weakest one here.” Fang was not intimidated by the paper-making on the ground.

Vincent-like paperwork suffocated and almost died of spitting blood.

He was at least a night trip to the hall to make it late.

It's also about face.

Do you have to humiliate me one by one because you're too weak?

I'm not too weak! It's you, you son of a bitch! It's been three months since we've seen each other, and we've grown to the end of the night. You can't even ride a rocket!

All he feels right now is boredom! Shame!

My chest's gonna blow!

If he has lobes in his chest...

As soon as the knife moves, just when the party is about to do it, collect it!

A cold breath of terror, like a lake, came from behind.

This breath comes from the direction of one of the two darkest coffins in the cave.

But it wasn't the coffin of the White Tiger King.

A piece of paper stabbed a ghost hand.

A dozen meters long.

Across the darkness.

Stab the darkness instantly.

Grab in the right direction.

That piece of paper is a ghost, Samson Green.

With antiquity.

Seems like a long period of time.

The breath is awkward.

Such a powerful smell! Only one person has ever felt it!

That's the weird corpse pope on the Siam trip!

Feel the threat, the face is finally slightly changed!

He stopped putting paper under his feet, and faced the ghost claw caught a dozen meters long, he didn't want to, directly exploded the maximum fighting power!

Blood sacrifice!

Dawei Dragon Elephant!

Dragon Tiger Double Gold Bell Cover! Hardening!

Then, there is no exaggerated knife trick, it is simple and simple, the simplest and most rudimentary, using all your strength to chop Hua Shan!

Whoo-hoo!

The ghost howled on the head knife, rolled up the shadow hurricane, and one hundred and nine headless ghosts emerged, then temporarily hid into the right arm of the square knife grip.

The muscles of the right arm swelled in a circle, and the blues and blood vessels burst like dragons!

More power in the right arm!

Ben has a big knife move, now! Faster! More powerful! Blade sharper!

Boom!

Because the blade tears the air too fast, even the air is blown out!

The wind whistles around!

Sharp knife sharp like countless threads to cut the surrounding air!

Finally!

The strongest frontal collision ever!

Boom!

There was a big explosion in the cave like a thunderbolt.

This is the strongest collision from day trips.

The immense mountain of corpses, which has remained unchanged for thousands of years, cannot withstand the collision of these two forces, directly causing a massive avalanche.

The worst of all, there's nothing worse than the clerical man on the ground.

It was pushed hundreds of meters away by the aftermath of the battle, and finally hit the mountain wall hard, breaking into a big hole, deeply set in a hard mountain wall.

But at this moment, he did not take into account the wounds on himself, but was shocked, and deep inside he rose to shock, and he looked at the huge battle momentum in front of him.

Because as the dust dissipated, he saw that Fang was standing undamaged, a bite of ancient brake clock covered Fang's entire body to protect him from all dust and shock aftermath.

This young man!

I can't believe I caught a move from the Mountain King!

Zhenshan has always been the strongest king of 72 ghost gates!

A thousand years old!

In ancient times!

It's also a day trip to exist!

In the role of Mountain God, a few surviving antiques exist!

It's only a pity that after entering the exhaustion of spiritual energy, the roots are backward and strong, and the journey degrades to the late stages of the night trip...

Originally this person has been sleeping, resistance to the root of the constant retreat, today is too fierce, this only disturbs the Zhenshan King.

But even so, the strength and depth of this man still far surpasses ordinary night trips to make it late!

The King of the Mountains is too strong! Ordinary night trips make the later stages in front of them without even the strength to resist! But this is the kind of existence, but it was caught by a junior, unharmed!

You scare the shit out of me!

The most important thing is this young man is in his twenties! Three months ago, it was just the beginning of a night trip!

He finally figured it out!

Why is it that a Lao Wang incident can get so many pussy masters to help protect this young man!

Potential!

He saw the birth of the next day traveler!

“Enough fighting, enough anger, young man, enough. ”

“If you would like to stop today, you can have any coffin you like, whoever it belongs to, my Zhenshan King will give it to you. Even if you look at my old bone coffin, I can give it to you. ”

An old voice, in a dark, dark pile of caves, sounded in vain.

The paper on the rock wall was stunned, as if to hear the most incredible words, as if a thunderbolt had been blown in the eardrum and stunned.

Seventy-two ghost gates shut the strongest king, Zhenshan King, in front of a young man in his twenties, compromised?

Knock, knock!

The gold clock cover of the square watch broke open a crack, and finally, the sound of a flutter blew away.

The strongest form of golden clock cover was broken.

The frontal color is stiff.