Here Lies The Wicked

Chapter 867: Raging Ghost Out of the Cage

Watching daylight travel makes it as destructive as a tower.

It's just a trick.

Just roll your hands over the rain.

It's already out of the reach of manpower.

Square face suddenly soared.

He finally understood why the international community had reached a tacit agreement not to allow daylight travel to strike but to use it as a strategic nuclear weapon of his own country, a deterrent far greater than its actual destructive power.

By allowing this human air-to-surface missile to travel on a day trip, it is easy to wipe out a village with no less than a few hundred people and thousands more. It is also highly mobile, has almost zero interceptibility and has no less destructive power than dozens of nuclear bombs dropped in the country.

That's why countries are holding each other back and reaching a tacit agreement.

No one can put day trips into war and aggression.

This is a global convention.

Whoever undermines the global conventions is at war with the world.

This is the first time Fang is looking directly at the power of the daytime tour to overturn the rain. At the same time, he is serious about the divine color, but he is not passionate about it.

It is the blood that is deeply implanted in every man's heart and his desire for the strong.

“I feel like my whole body is boiling and I can squeeze two nukes at random! ”

Fang is looking at the village of severed head, high spirits, the whole body of blood is burning, boiling.

However, at this time, we have not forgotten the current situation.

Boom!

Before the ghost knife came out, the weight box made of solid wood, such as a steel shell, carried a red tail flame and heavily smashed the coffin at the foot.

“Since the Crown Princess has been held hostage by day travel, let me see what's in this coffin! ”

Under the red yang and evil sword box, the coffin of the yin gas could not be carried at all, the split explosion exploded, the broken wood splashed 20 meters out.

Yet!

The coffin is empty.

There are no so-called corpses, no so-called fierce ghosts, and even less Liu's daughter-in-law.

At this moment, there is a glimmer of glance.

No wonder Genghui Real People didn't look at the threat of this coffin from the beginning. It seems that Genghui Real People have seen some endings since the beginning?

Watching Fang suddenly tear the coffin apart, the young and middle-aged women beside him looked at the sudden rectification.

But I don't know.

They just turned around and looked, and the next second, their eyes were all staring straight behind them.

Fang noticed that the eyes of the two people were different. At this time, Fang noticed the shadow wind formation in the back, and the back strength was a little cooler.

He caught a glimpse of a phoenix cape in the corner of his eyes, such as the fabulous woman that everyone's girlfriend Xiu had just married, with her body almost stuck together quietly standing behind him.

It's a ghost bride!

Knock, knock! Knock, knock!

As the coffin exploded, flying far away, the few lines that fell to the ground broke their waists.

+1 Special Soul Qi.

Take a look at the four special spiritual Qi absorbed by the human skin scripture, the first was happiness and then surprise.

There is a problem with this line of fragrance that corresponds exactly to the four people who lifted their coffins.

Fang Zheng's first thought was that this line of fragrance is so evil, can it not be the ghost fragrance in "The Seventy-Two Fragrances of Disha" again?

But we are not waiting to think about it, and the deceased decapitated villagers are collectively scammed around.

An individualized headless fiend covered in vast shadows.

Ho, ho! Ho!

A series of wild beasts roared, the bodies of these headless villagers, as if they had finally broken free from the shackles of a group of wild beasts, revealing their original faces, all of which were caught in the direction of the three men.

The young and middle-aged woman, not waiting for the ghost bride who was showing up behind the horror, faced the raging ghosts coming out of the cage, the two hurried to respond.

Only the young man's nails are sharp as daggers, poop!

Quickly cut the flesh off your stomach with your nails.

Reach for it.

A white-bottomed blue flower porcelain bowl pulled out of his stomach.

What kind of person sews a bluegrass porcelain bowl into their body? It doesn't affect physical movement or vital signs at all?

Strangely enough.

The bluegrass porcelain bowl did not appear to be an ordinary bluegrass porcelain bowl. When the young man pulled it out of his stomach, it was not stained with any blood.

The situation is critical, and young people have completely ignored the long wounds cut out of their stomachs.

In fact, there is no blood in the wound at all, the intestines spill out, as if, the stomach is hollow, so young people who do not deal with the wound will not bleed to death.

After the young man took out the blue and flower porcelain bowl, he looked at hundreds of dense and numb fierce ghosts around him. Among them were Zheng family members and Liu family members of Zhangtou Village. Even Zheng Tongfang, whom Fang was familiar with, was among them. The young man raised his hand and drew hard at the edge of the blue and flower porcelain bowl.

The bright edge is round, not a sharp bluegrass porcelain bowl, but like a sharp knife, the palm of the hand is cut open and the blood suddenly pours.

A large chunk of blood runs into a blue flower porcelain bowl.

It disappears again soon, with no drop left.

It's like... that blue pottery bowl is drinking human blood in a big mouthful.

Pfft! Pfft!

For every sip of human blood, the ancient blue patterns on the surface of the cyanochrome bowl burst into a blue glow, then turned into a swordsilk-like blue filament thread, cutting the body of a headless villager directly into thousands of pieces of meat.

In just a few moments, three or four headless fiends have been cut into pieces by the blue thread.

One more blink.

Another three or four headless fiends were cut to pieces.

But the death of these headless villagers did not raise a spiritual momentum, and the change was quickly noticed.

Blue and white porcelain bowls, though wicked and powerful, appear to consume hosts equally well.

It's like paying the price!

The young man's palms were bleeding rapidly and quickly, and his face grew pale.

After killing another twenty or thirty headless fiends, they were no longer pale, but rather grey-faced and climbed a lot of death.

“I'm losing too much blood to support, and I need a sacrifice of equal value for this bowl to sacrifice it. To kill ghost-level ghosts, you must sacrifice night trips to make your flesh a sacrifice. ”

“There are too many of these fierce ghosts. I can't handle my own blood. Come and sacrifice your own blood! ”

Young voices, one voice more than the other.

A middle-aged woman who had seen young people cleaning up the fierce ghosts very quickly, kept her eye open and was not in a hurry to make a move. At this time, she could not stand by and watch as she heard the young people were dying to support her.

However, she did not take her destiny into the hands of outsiders.

Nor did he put his destiny in a bowl of dead things.

She looked at the painstakingly supported youth and those who had remained calm, and the middle-aged woman had begun to use desperate means.