"Think you're invincible if you put on a king eight shells? I'll see if you can take a few clicks! Zhang Cheng snorted, chased after him in a few steps, and the mourning stick turned into countless stick shadows, raining down on the human Gu.

The human Gu seemed to sense that a catastrophe was coming, and he tried his best to dodge, but how could he avoid it, for a while, it was like a hammer hitting Wang Ba and being beaten to a loud sound.

After knocking more than twenty sticks, Zhang Cheng stopped, and the human Gu was already paralyzed on the ground, unable to get up again, and the demon poison mixed with yellow-green pus poured out from the cracks in the carapace.

Although the shell was not broken, the body inside had been shaken into flesh by the mourning stick.

After waiting for a few seconds, seeing that the human Gu no longer moved, those policemen breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly lifted Captain Wang, and retreated far away.

Zhang Cheng turned his head to look at the old man and said in a cold voice: "If you dare to kill so many policemen, you will definitely die." ”

The old man sneered, "I admit that your strength is indeed very strong, and you can actually destroy the human Gu, but ...... You think you're going to catch me? ”

After speaking, the old man took out a small black banner from behind him, raised his hand and shook it, and at the same time whispered a few words.

A gust of wind blew, and countless evil spirits floated out of the black flags, all of which showed their true bodies and different appearances.

A little rotten flesh all over the body, crawling with maggots, some disemboweled, internal organs flowing out, looking more terrifying than the other, most of these ghosts are white all over their bodies, showing the cultivation of resentful spirits, and there are more than a dozen powerful ghosts with red bodies.

The old man stood behind the group of ghosts, slowly shaking the black flag, and these ghosts also fluttered back and forth, their eyes blank.

Obviously, these ghosts have been controlled by the old man and have lost their minds.

The policemen were already numb with fright, and stood in the distance and watched this scene in a daze, each of them pale, almost like a ghost.

"Boy!" The old man's voice was a little tired, it seemed that manipulating so many ghosts was not a small load on him, but he still said with a hint of pride: "These are the evil spirits I have collected for most of my life, in the face of hundreds of evil spirits, do you think you can win?" ”

In front of him, there was indeed a huge momentum, and the dense demons and fierce spirits looked at Zhang Cheng at the same time, and this kind of psychological impact was needless to say.

However, Zhang Cheng glanced at the old man as if he was looking stupid, if an ordinary mage encountered this kind of scene, it would definitely be more than auspicious, even if it was a heavenly master, it would be enough to choke.

But his soul is a ghost head, and many low-level ghost techniques can be directly ignored, and the highest cultivation in this group of ghosts is only a powerful ghost, which is simply not worth mentioning to himself.

Zhang Cheng didn't bother to do anything, and released a trace of his soul's breath, but to his surprise, the ghost group did not react, and still looked at him blankly.

Just thinking about it, Zhang Cheng reacted, these ghosts are now controlled by the old man, they have no sense at all, and naturally they can't feel the coercion, it seems that they still have to do it......

Holding the mourning stick in his hand, Zhang Cheng snorted coldly, did not speak, raised his feet and walked towards the group of ghosts step by step, full of heroism.

Those policemen saw it in their eyes, admiring and amazed, and they did not change their faces in the face of hundreds of evil ghosts, what courage they were!

However, there are so many evil ghosts, just looking at it makes me feel cold, how can it be defeated, everyone has a feeling in their hearts, and they look at Zhang Cheng's back with complicated eyes.

As soon as Zhang Cheng moved, the black banner in the old man's hand also pointed forward, and the group of ghosts let out a roar at the same time, overwhelmingly pounced.

Zhang Cheng snorted, raised the mourning stick, and hit the first ghost on the head, the shadow of the stick flashed, and the resentful spirit didn't even have time to scream, it turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated.

At this time, Zhang Cheng was like Changshan Zhao Zilong who broke into the enemy formation alone, fighting one person and one stick among the black oppressive ghosts, and every time the stick went down, there was an evil soul flying away.

The old man's black banner danced, and he shouted a few words in his mouth, and the originally chaotic evil ghosts and fierce spirits suddenly became orderly, fluttering back and forth around Zhang Cheng according to some strange law.

Whenever Zhang Cheng raised his stick to hit him, the evil ghosts in the rest of the directions immediately came to the rescue, and he didn't know what method was used, the ghost power of these evil ghosts was actually able to fuse together, and together they actually resisted Zhang Cheng's attack.

And when Zhang Cheng collected the stick and retreated, these evil ghosts dispersed again, surrounded Zhang Cheng by three layers inside and three layers outside, each layer fluttering according to different laws, dazzling.

As a result, the speed of the demon's casualties plummeted, and Zhang Cheng consumed a lot of corpse qi.

Zhang Cheng frowned, temporarily stopped the attack, and wanted to come up with a way to crack it, who knew that as soon as he stopped, the evil ghosts that were originally floating away suddenly rushed up, and the speed was extremely fast, and the ghost forces gathered together and attacked Zhang Cheng from all directions.

If these demons singled out one, none of them would be Zhang Cheng's opponents, even if they were one enemy against a hundred Zhang Cheng, they would have the confidence to slowly grind them to death.

But under this strange formation, the ghost power of hundreds of evil ghosts and fierce spirits gathered together, and the attack formed in the end actually faintly reached the realm of ghost heads, so that Zhang Cheng had to let go of his contempt and treat it carefully.

In the face of dense attacks, Zhang Cheng had no choice but to turn from offense to defense, dancing the mourning stick to the water, fighting hard with his own ghost power and the power of the mourning stick, his soul trembled slightly, and he stumbled under his feet.

it!

Zhang Cheng scolded secretly, with those policemen present, he could only shrink his hands and feet, and he didn't dare to use his real strength, it was really a bit of a headache in the face of this situation.

Zhang Cheng was unhappy, and the old man and Shen Yuanyuan were even more shocked.

In their opinion, Zhang Cheng should have used a lot of strength to deal with the human Gu just now, and he should be defeated soon under the siege of the ghost group.

Unexpectedly, he actually relied on his own strength to resist hundreds of evil ghosts and fierce spirits, and he was not injured at all, although the black iron rod looked like it should be a powerful magic weapon, but Zhang Cheng's strong strength still made them secretly frightened.

"It's amazing! No wonder you can control the Divine Monarch ......" The old man nodded slightly, suddenly bit his middle finger, squeezed out a few drops of blood and dripped on the ground, and at the same time recited a few words in his mouth, and once again cast some kind of evil spell.

Soon, Zhang Cheng felt that his feet were soft, as if he had fallen into a swamp, and when he looked down, he found that the originally hard ground had turned into a bloody mud at some point, and two bloody hands without skin stretched out from the mud and hugged his legs.

Zhang Cheng hurriedly danced the mourning stick, thrust it into his feet, and as the mud surged, the two bloody hands retracted as if they were electrocuted.

But before he could catch his breath, countless pairs of bloody hands poked out of the mud again, grabbed his legs and climbed up, and the bloody heads slowly stretched out.

(End of chapter)