The nailed sword swept the iris petals towards the neck of the god, and brought up a gust of wind.
Wang Jin stared at the god, his heart beating fast.
He just seemed to be doing it with ease, but in fact he was scared to death.
Only he himself knows that this slight advantage is actually obtained by using all his trump cards.
Xiaohei and Mirror Ghost can't block so many ghost stories for a long time, and his escape route will soon be blocked.
The lamp blown by a ghost is almost useless in front of the gods, and it can be made malfunction by just two words.
Using the Dream of Death and the Medal of Courage at the same time would consume incredible amounts of inspiration, and Wang Jin couldn't hold on for long.
The Great Mystery of Zaratul also has its limits, and it cannot hide too much aura.
In other words, this sword that was too handsome to have any friends had actually consumed almost everything Wang Jin had.
Wang Jin also knew this, but he still chose to bet everything on this sword.
He wanted to use this sword in exchange for a variable.
The nailed sword slashed hard at the god's neck, but stopped only a few centimeters away from the skin.
"Ahhh!"
Wang Jin shouted loudly, and the aura of the Death Dream rolled back crazily and wrapped around the nailed sword, forcibly improving its status.
The next moment, black and red blood spattered, and a large gash was cut on the god's neck.
Wang Jin grinned and showed a proud smile.
He did not rush to suppress this evil being.
Instead of spending all your energy to suppress the evil being for a few seconds, you might as well chop off his head with your own hands to find out the truth.
Black-red foul-smelling liquid flowed out from the left pupil, and no trace of divinity could be seen.
"It works."
Wang Jin muttered softly.
He knew that it was impossible for the evil being to be hacked to death by himself.
What Wang Jin wanted was just this moment, this moment when his body was destroyed and he had strong emotional fluctuations.
Wang Jin had discovered this before when Shen Sin looked shocked.
The other party's ability to speak freely seemed to require a stable mood to maintain, so he kept a straight face.
As long as you can temporarily cut off the connection between the gods and believers, everything will be easy to handle.
At the moment when the evil being is chopped, strong emotions will definitely surge into his heart.
At this time, those who are bewitched will take action.
And according to Wang Jin's observation, the length of their pauses is different.
Perhaps because of different resistances to pollution, human beings will be bewitched by divine evil again in an instant, so the pause time of ghost talk is the longest, and that of ordinary people is the shortest.
Wang Jin relies on this to distinguish between ghost stories and humans.
This is his only chance.
Ah Zi rose into the sky and looked at everyone from a high position.
"Wang Jin! It's true!"
The little girl shouted softly, seeming to confirm Wang Jin's conjecture.
"That's right."
Wang Jin nodded, raised his hand and grabbed the copper whistle hanging around his neck.
It's difficult to define the speed of Weird Tales and Unclean Ones, but ordinary people will definitely not be able to keep up with them.
On long journeys, they will definitely be left behind.
Because of this, the one who attacked Wang Jin first was Guitan who was at the forefront.
And with the two mood swings of Shen Sin, this dividing line began to become obvious.
The copper whistle was blown, and the simple and sharp sound echoed in the air.
The next second, flames shot up into the sky, as if they had been waiting for a long time.
He contacted Annie by phone on the way, and the little girl was already ready.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
Wang Jin smiled and nodded. Anne looked at the Prince of Paradise, who was dressed in white, in a daze, and nodded hesitantly.
"stove."
The blond girl raised her arm, and one finger turned into charcoal.
The boundary between humans and the unclean is easily ignited, and the blazing fire separates the two ruthlessly.
"Roast goose."
The second finger turned into charcoal, and the fire phoenix swept out, burning the ghost story behind Wang Jin into ashes.
Although they will regenerate soon, at least they won't be able to cause trouble to Wang Jin now.
"Christmas tree."
The three fingers turned into charcoal, and the giant flame tree exploded in the air, forcing the unclean one and the remaining ghost stories back together.
“How considerate.”
Wang Jin looked at Annie and couldn't help but smile.
"Extinguish."
Shensi opened and closed his lips and pointed at the flames beside him.
The next second, the air seemed to be sucked out, and the fire gradually weakened.
"grandmother."
Annie frowned, and her fourth finger turned into charcoal.
A raging heat wave spread out from her body, and the flames surged again regardless of the rules of physics.
"You are such a disgrace to the devil."
Wang Jin curled his lips and looked at the god of evil with a mocking look on his face.
Even so, he was still on full alert.
What can be called a god cannot be that simple.
"Tsunami."
The corners of the god's mouth were slightly raised, and the red lines on his face emitted a strange light.
Wang Jin didn't know that the power of the gods was not just to speak words, but also to speak words of disaster.
All disasters that come from the mouth of evil spirits will surely come true.
Even if it causes a tsunami in Shangjing City, which is not near the sea.
"Fuck...are you kidding me?"
Wang Jin was stunned for a moment, and the next second he realized something was wrong.
It's dark.
Not because night has come, but because black clouds cover the sun.
For the first time, Wang Jin felt that he was so close to the sky, as if he could reach out and touch the clouds.
He had never seen such thick and dark clouds in his life, as if the end of the world was coming.
The next second, strong winds blew up, and the color of the sky and the earth changed.
The strange thing is that this gust of wind did not blow away the thick clouds, it was just preparing for the next disaster.
There was a loud thunder and it started to rain.
Calling it rain is not quite appropriate. This level of rainfall can be regarded as a natural disaster.
The huge raindrops hurt people, and the ground was completely wet in an instant.
Anne's flame seemed insignificant in the heavy rain, but it was still burning tenaciously.
Lightning pierced the clouds, illuminating Wang Jin's dull face.
"Are you kidding me?"
Wang Jin grinned, he really couldn't think of how to resist.
The real god has always been nature, and human beings are so small and conceited.
"Wang Jin."
Annie spoke again. The little girl did not give up.
She stretched out her other good hand and gently touched Wang Jin's chest.
As if the sun had been stuffed into his chest, Wang Jin felt as if his whole body was on fire.
"ah!!"
Boundless pain hit him, and Wang Jin's whole body was slightly emitting a strange light.
"Oh, that's so exciting."
He gritted his teeth and endured the pain.
He knew that Annie's move was the only chance to make a comeback.
Even if it hurts to death, I have to endure it.
The firelight flickered, and Annie seemed to be pulled by something. She glanced at Wang Jin reluctantly and then disappeared.