Here Lies The Wicked

Everyone was shocked.

They all started to stop it.

But at this point, all the thousands of bloody threads sewn in along the wall, they came in.

These bloody threads start by pushing together.

Rotate.

Like a red spiral.

Then the spiral blew up.

Woman in a long bloody dress.

However, the red dress in front of the female ghost, the area below the waist belly, has disappeared. Look at the spots on the wound, it looks like the area below the waist has been torn apart by the hardliner.

Even if the body is incomplete.

The strength of the Red Skirt woman Ghost is still undiminished.

Those who joined forces to kill one of the ghosts who had already come in to carry the incense to the five ghosts, were stripped of the red thread that erupted on the woman in the red dress, sharply cut, all exploded in the void.

Not a scratch.

It was just a moment of delay, and there were two ghosts of fortune, and they went into this space.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The impact of the shaking mountains on the outside.

Exploding flaming columns.

Still hasn't stopped.

Just like a war beast, one relentless strike at the boundary barrier of this space, the sound is so loud, it's like a thunderbolt, it's bloody and it's numb.

The real core masters of San-yi and Li Yi-hui are all in their own nests, or they are still stuck in the unrecovered, afraid of breaking to their roots.

Though there are a lot of great players at this high family engagement party, none of them are truly the top core players in the family.

Even the higher echelons of the family couldn't take their heads off, so let alone the people present.

Some of them are good, but others are strong and weak!

The night tour makes a difference between the late and the day tour!

So many masters, so stuck in the heavens and the earth.

“Kill the Underworld Grieving Spirit first! ”

Don't wait to remind me, someone has already attacked the Red Skirt woman the first time she appeared.

A shadow that is also red, fast enough to carry a phantom, has been flushed up.

Some high-ranking family members were surprised when they saw it clearly: "It was her sister, Gao Zhong Li, who was refined by Sook Painting into a Skinny Ghost! ”

It's Ko Sook. Come out!

Ko Sook is here too!

At this time, the big enemy, Gao Shu Painting and the high family members did not know what agreement was reached temporarily. After the forced relatives Gao Shu Painting killed Gao Jie, both sides were safe together to defend the foreign enemy.

Perhaps it is because the enemy is blind.

As soon as the two ghosts met, they became white fever.

The two daughters are ghosts. They are fiercely killed. When they see that victory and defeat are about to be separated, people dare not think about the result, and eventually it happens.

The Five Ghosts of Fortune eventually all entered this crowded space.

“The five ghosts are coming in! ”

“Quickly, stop those five gods of plague! ”

It was too late for everyone to make the first move.

Five ghosts fortune, can not see any signs, a volume of ancient painting, has fallen into the hands of the five ghosts of the plagiarism.

Don't open the portal, don't break the cage.

At this moment, the phrase is lived in front of everyone.

When you see the junction barrier open, behind the mysterious third person of the four or five meters high flame armor giant, with the ancient painting in his hand, the moment he enters this space, no one can resist the fear and trembling inside anymore.

Thus, the Third Eye became a nightmare in the hearts of all.

The third eyed man held the ancient painting, manipulated the ancient painting of the mountain god skin film, opened the junction barrier and came in, first his eyes were faint, and he looked around the rest of the people lightly.

Those three eyes, they don't have any human emotions.

Just ruthless, flimsy cold.

“Sanqiao and Li Yihui, no one deserves to die in my hands. ”

“Ghosts, kill everyone here. ”

Powerful!

The Third Eye is too strong!

In his eyes, as if he were the invincible existence of the world, he actually spoke wildly, so many experts of San-Yi-Yi-Hui, not even a person worthy of his hand.

This man is not crazy.

Someone who has no confidence.

Confident he is invincible.

Too strong.

No one in my eyes! I can't live!

But the Third Eye does have such strong capital!

“Rampant! ”

“Crazy! ”

Some people were provoked and jumped out, only to see the body of a Tao clan and Li family copper foetus.

Pfft!

Without a shadow, everyone felt that there was only a circle of fire explosion in front of them. The speed of the knife could not be seen at all. The Tao and Li families had been cut into four pieces and burned into coke black.

Die on the spot.

It's the giant armored ghost who's going to do it.

Neither one of them was able to see the trajectory of the ghost before he died, and died without meditation.

The ghost will have the knife too fast.

Knock, knock! Boom!

Like a giant ghost attacking a giant beast, with a pō knife, every step of the way, if the giant beast steps to the ground, it seems that even the earth is trembling beneath its feet.

Four or five meters of armor.

Drop the shadow of death on the ground with a sense of oppression like the top of a mountain.

Everyone feels threatened by their lives.

The Third Eye is too strong!

He's too strong!

No one has seen him do it from the beginning, but he has shown the means, like the shadow of death, to suppress the confidence in the hearts and minds.

Perhaps he is truly an invincible god?

The third vertical eye of the third eyewitness spins, twitches, seems to be searching, and finally is rated on Koshuk's body.

“At a young age, he was deep in the capital, harsh in heart, and even his own fiancé was mercilessly killed, refined into a painting ghost. On you, I see a little shadow of my past. ”

“I spent so much time and energy on Gao Zhi, and you killed him. If he had half your capital and wisdom, he would have been killed back by a little girl. ”

The third eyewitness's tone of speech seems to have an appreciation for Koshuk's paintings.

“I heard that you refined your half-brother and sister-in-law into a painter? ”

“You've been the first person in so many years to interest me. ”

The tall, strong and unusual figure of the Third Eyed Man, the sound of the talking jar was breathtaking, low and dull.

“But it is also limited to some interest. ”

“Just in time to refine you into a submersible, to make up for the loss of my blood underwear. You are more fierce than blood and more cunning than blood, and you are the second left-wing ghost under my command. ”

The third eyewitness walked one step, one step towards Koshuk painting with no oppressive force.

All the rebels along the way died under a heavy, sharp blade from the mouth of a ghost general.

From start to finish.

None of the third sights made a move.

But it is often this invisible sense of oppression and mystery that is most frightening and chilling.

“You can choose to resist and not submit to me. I have some expectations. Do you have a second ancestor to save you? The three ancestors who saved you once before are now trapped in the alien space created by the most proud undercover device of my life. ”

“But I guess those old guys, one by one, are more afraid of dying than anyone else, and they won't make it easy as long as it's none of their business. Psychic resuscitation hasn't been fully turned on, and every time these old guys do, they're breaking the roots, burning for less life. ”

“The five ghosts fortune incense in the" Seventy-Two Fragrances of the Deadshaw ", I once read a history that said that the last time it appeared was in the southern Cantonese area. Just give me a moment, and I'll follow the luck of the five ghosts in your hand, and I'll be sure to trace your true history.” Gao Shu painting is still that indifferent character, even in the face of life and death, she still faces death calmly.

She faced death so calmly.

As if.

Death, for some, is a complete liberation and letting go…

“You're a plug, I'm getting admired. ”

The third eyewitness just dropped.

Whoo!

The snowy white and cold light sparkled with a sharp cutting of the air whistling wind, a simple sword chopped to Koshuk painting.