Protector Zuo was as numb as Chen Rui eating Sichuan peppercorns!
After all the calculations, he failed to calculate that after the jade seal, the broken knife, and the bone dagger, He Zhao actually hid a sacrificial weapon, which would finalize the grudge between the two of them.
He never thought that one day there would be a man carrying four sacrificial vessels and transforming into a ghost to chase him. How could I be so virtuous!
The scarlet mist drifted all over the city, fell on the huge ice, and then melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Click!"
"Kacha!"
With a bang, the huge ice shattered.
He Zhao's body was completely dark, blending into the night, with only a pale skull floating in the air.
"Cluck...cluck..."
The scary ghost laughter echoed in the quiet alley. Although Guardian Zuo couldn't understand what was being said, he understood that it must be mocking him.
If he had known better, he wouldn't have relied on his cultivation to stimulate the other party.
MD, because of a few words, I didn’t hesitate to resurrect two sacrificial vessels and turn them into ghosts to kill me. What kind of beasts and horses did Hetu Dao cultivate?
Young people are really bad-tempered. What can't be discussed?
"puff--"
With one slash, the invisible blade instantly tore through the dilapidated alley.
But Protector Zuo could only watch helplessly as his body was split into two by the sharp sword energy.
He Zhao endured great pain, looked up to the sky and let out a hearty laugh.
Some soldiers who were heading to the assembly point shuddered subconsciously.
Have you walked too much at night, have you really seen a ghost?
Before they could think more, a strange skeleton suddenly appeared in front of them.
Immediately afterwards, a group of people froze on the spot. On the one hand, they were frightened, and on the other hand, a malicious will suppressed their bodies, making them unable to move rashly.
"puff!"
Dozens of people were cut into pieces on the spot, their heads fell to the ground, and pillars of blood several meters high spewed out from their cavities.
The scarlet mist becomes more and more colorful.
"snort!"
He Zhao groaned, the pain was even more intense than before.
Could it be because of the crying bones?
I just immobilized the Golden Chan to teach the soldiers, and there was severe pain in my mind. Compared with the headache and brain fever in the real world, it was a hundred times more powerful!
As for the painful backlash from the Zisheng knife, it has changed from the previous cutting at the waist to the pain of breaking the neck. If someone cuts a certain part of the person, will the same part of himself receive feedback thousands of times?
'The killing sword can only kill those living creatures, but since the resurrection of the crying bones, the iron law of killing has changed. Immobilize first, then kill. Can the sacrificial weapons complement each other?'
If the Bone Dagger is revived, will a new iron law of murder be added?
Anyone who steps on bloody footprints will be suddenly killed on the spot by an invisible blade!
'well!'
Sighing, his figure disappeared again.
Every time he appears, several people will die tragically.
And He Zhao has experienced tremendous pain and torture over and over again. If he hadn't cruelly experimented with poisonous powder on himself, he has a very high understanding of tolerance, and he would have turned into a ghost long ago.
There were 100,000 people in the city, and the ruthless people watched helplessly as "himself" raised the knife and dropped it, raised the knife and dropped it, and slaughtered lives crazily.
One thing I said made me feel extremely tormented.
He doesn't mind killing people in simulation scenarios, but killing innocent people indiscriminately is a bit perverted.
But, it’s out of control!
He is a tool man at best. What is even more puzzling is that the pain, suffering, and guilt in his heart can only last for a short period of time, and then he turns into a mental guy.
'Am I actually a murderer hiding among normal people?'
Otherwise, it makes no sense to explain why his sanity has not collapsed until now.
'No! There's something wrong!'
‘I have had a mental examination, and my general performance, cognitive activities, emotional activities, volitional behavior, insight, and social functions are all normal.’
'Sacrificial weapon! It must be the two of them, this thing is eating up my negative emotions!'
He Zhao found the key to the problem, but the result made his hair stand on end.
Not only does he have to be a tool man, but he also has to be a feed warehouse?
Just use it to your death!
'Fortunately, it's just a simulation scene, not the real world. Otherwise, there are a hundred thousand people, and I...wait, how can I exit the game when I transform into a ghost?
If I remember correctly, when I became a disciple of He Tu Dao, Huang Laoer once said that evil ghosts cannot be killed by any means. They can only use sacrificial vessels and other things to achieve the purpose of expelling, imprisoning, seizing, confronting, and blocking.'
'So I am immortal? How long do I have to stay in the simulation for? Ten years, fifty years, a hundred years, a thousand years? Or until the world is destroyed?'
He Zhao felt that he had made a miscalculation. Although he turned into a ghost and brutally hacked the Zuo Guardian to death, he seemed to have a bug.
Sometimes, you really can't mess around.
‘…’
It’s over!
While he was slashing people with a knife, he was suffering tremendous pain and thinking about the days ahead.
The scarlet mist was more than ten times brighter than when it had just blown through Wancheng, and the smell of blood was so strong that it was nauseating.
There are a lot of 100,000 people, and under Li Gui's iron law of killing, it is only a matter of time before they all are killed.
Every second, dozens of people would die tragically under the blade, with blood spurting all over the ground.
Three hours later, there was no one alive in the entire Wancheng, all humans and animals were dead, and the ground was bright red.
The black ghost shadow exudes a faint red light, seeming to be undergoing some kind of terrifying transformation.
He Zhao?
Numbness in both mental and physical senses.
From now on, regardless of any torture, if you can make him scream, he will be considered powerful.
"Boom——"
The huge city suddenly shook.
He Zhao reacted and glanced slightly blankly.
"???"
His whole body was agitated and he felt much more alert.
All I could see was that the blood on the ground was seeping downwards, and as time went by, until it was completely clean.
The rich scarlet mist gradually became thinner.
'what happened?'
"Boom!"
The shaking increased, and some dilapidated houses were the first to collapse.
"Boom!" "Boom!"
The ground trembled and cracked, and huge gaps opened.
All the surrounding buildings collapsed and fell.
A sense of fear suddenly spread throughout my body.
The resurrected sacrificial vessel is afraid!
The tall city walls fell like dominoes, and the scarlet mist seemed to be inexplicably drawn, turning into whirlwinds and drilling into the cracks in the ground.
The strong smell of blood disappeared in an instant.
"rub--"
He Zhao's ghostly figure flashed and fled the city.
‘???’
He looked so confused that when he was afraid of ghosts, he even took the initiative to run for his life!
"Crash!"
The smoke billowed like a giant dragon.
With the help of the bright moonlight, He Zhao looked back.
‘!!!’
A monster bigger than the city overturned countless mud and rocks and rose up from the ground.
A pair of huge forelimbs appeared, supporting a huge thing with all their strength.
The original Wancheng was only the size of its lower abdomen.
'Be good!'
"Roar--"
The giant triangular head looked up to the sky and roared, and invisible fluctuations spread rapidly.
The black and red mist that spread all over He Zhao's body was also severely damaged and became thin and dim, revealing human skin.
Under the dark night, a pair of huge scarlet eyes hanging high in the sky scanned.
The next moment, the terrifying monster opened its mouth.
"boom!"
Mud, vegetation, and corpses were all involved.
But He Zhao was out of control and kept falling backwards. The power of the ghost could not stop the terrifying suction force.
'Alas! We are dying together again. It's just different from the past. In the past, we were harmonious with people, but now we are harmonious with sacrificial vessels.'
"Plop!" X2.
Two falling sounds were heard, and He Zhao was surprised to find that his black mist disappeared and he transformed from a ghost into a human again.
A quick glance revealed that the killing sword and the crying bone were lying motionless on the ground.