Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 430: The offensive and defensive situations are different, and the music box curse returns!

On Cao Yang's side, the priest who was knocked silent by the carrying pole was not dead. In fact, another priest appeared on the field, fully endowed with all the previous supernatural powers, and did not look injured at all.

"I have already sacrificed myself to gain eternal life. You cannot kill me."

The priest wore a strange bone mask on his head, covering half of his face, leaving only two dark eyes and a mouth, and made a cold and hoarse voice like that of a dead person.

"It's funny."

Cao Yang snorted coldly. He roughly guessed how the other party became an alien. It was most likely that he was like Gao Zhiqiang, code-named the Deceiving Ghost in the original novel, and switched his identity with that of the evil ghost at the level of consciousness.

This can indeed make one become an alien, but it is extremely fragile. The memory and consciousness that are completely maintained by supernatural powers will easily collapse and be annihilated if disturbed and affected by other supernatural forces.

The priest stopped talking and silently made several strange gestures, as if he was starting some mysterious and extremely terrifying ritual.

"Give me your life and I will grant you eternal life."

The deep and ethereal voice, like a ghost, echoed in Cao Yang's ears, seeming to arouse people's deepest desires.

On the ground near Cao Yang's feet, dark traces appeared out of thin air, as if someone was using a large brush to draw something on the ground. These traces intertwined and twisted, gradually forming complex and strange patterns, like some kind of symbol.

And under this symbol, there seems to be a very terrifying evil spirit brewing, which may devour Cao Yang, who is at the center, at any time.

At the same time, the coffin bearers opened their mouths and seemed to be muttering something in a low voice. However, it was not any language at all, but a terrible curse that could attract evil spirits and affect reality.

The next moment, everything around Cao Yang suddenly became distorted and blurred, and even various supernatural phenomena emerged: moving ghost shadows, strange growls, and lifeless bodies and limbs visible to the naked eye.

Cao Yang closed his eyes tightly, as if he was enduring great pain, but the fact was that the real Cao Yang had already invaded the painter's consciousness with his huge world of memories. In his opinion, the painter was the most difficult one, so he had to deal with him first.

The painter's conscious world is very unreal, revealing a lifeless feeling everywhere, without any signs of life or living people. It is more like an old oil painting, and everything seems a little blurry and hazy.

"The person in the painting?"

Cao Yang was just slightly stunned, but soon reacted. The gray and white colors unique to the memory ghost quickly began to permeate the painter's memory. The cold and damp breath soon soaked many oil paintings. A human figure quickly moved through these paintings, as if avoiding Cao Yang's invasion.

In reality, the two supernatural methods of the priest and the coffin bearer cooperated with each other, and a huge skinny hand suddenly broke out of the ground, and was about to grab Cao Yang in its hand.

The next second, a green light flashed, and the huge ghost hand broke into two in an instant. The dark and complex patterns on the ground were instantly washed away by the surging blood lake. The coffin bearer noticed something was wrong and wanted to escape as soon as possible. However, his sight was immediately occupied by an old and thick carrying pole, and then the whole person was knocked away and fell to the ground unconscious.

"You are the only one left, priest."

Cao Yang looked back indifferently. At this moment, he was holding a coffin nail in his left hand, an ancient bronze sword in his right hand, and an old shoulder pole on his shoulder. There was no emotion in his eyes, as if he was the judge who ended life at this moment.

"Sell me your life and you'll get the right to choose how you die."

At this moment, the offensive and defensive momentum is different!
The priest swallowed his saliva. It was not until now that he truly realized that the information provided by the pianist was not credible at all. This Cao Yang was the big boss, and the deployment of the King's organization had been problematic from the very beginning.

But it was too late to react now. Four kings besieged Cao Yang, and no one could have imagined that the final result would be the annihilation of these four kings.

"I'll fight you!" However, the priest did not give up. Instead, he chose to risk everything at the last moment. He did not ask to kill Cao Yang, but it would be worth it as long as he could hurt him.

Unfortunately, the priest's plan ultimately failed. If he didn't choose, Cao Yang would help him choose.

A flash of green light appeared first, and then the pole became like a dragon.

In one go, the rusty coffin nails pierced deeply into the priest's head. To be on the safe side, Cao Yang also asked Shen Lin to invade the priest's consciousness, which completely wiped him out.

On the other side, the peak showdown between Lin Bei and the gladiator seemed to have entered the final stage.

Lin Bei's body was pierced by the gladiator's helmet, and several hideous holes were left, with black blood constantly gushing out. The gladiator was also in a very bad condition, as Lin Bei had broken off one of his arms. He even had difficulty standing steadily, his feet were shaking, and his head was extremely dizzy.

"You are indeed very strong, a worthy opponent!"

There was hardly any intact part on the gladiator's body, but it was this thrilling duel that made him feel extremely happy.

"Come on, I can only attack once more at most, and I guess you can do the same. I really want to know who can walk out of the arena alive between you and me."

The gladiator panted and launched a final challenge to Lin Bei.

"Come on! I'm also a real captain, how can I be afraid of you?"

Lin Bei's face was covered in blood. Behind him, the dead and boundless world in the mirror revealed some outlines. A terrifying old corpse was constantly moving in the mirror world, and there was even a faint sign that it was about to invade the arena.

"With the help of this evil spirit, I can recover to my best condition in an instant, and I will definitely be able to kill the king."

Lin Bei narrowed his eyes slightly, and had already thought of a countermeasure in his mind. When he was in Dazheng City before, he forcibly imprisoned Lu Jingxuan's body in his mirror world, constantly stealing the other party's supernatural power to improve this supernatural place.

And now is the time to take advantage.

Yang Jian's situation at this time was not good. The addition of the top king warden made his situation even more difficult. The process of trying to control the projectionist was subject to strong spiritual interference. Coupled with the attacks on the consciousness level by the manor owner and the drunkard, Yang Jian became drowsy again for a while.

At this moment, a clear, ethereal sound echoed in Yang Jian's mind, as if there was a child with a very good voice singing beside you, and this sound might sound pleasant and beautiful to the ears when you first hear the individual notes, but when these notes are combined together to form a piece of music, it gives people an indescribable sense of weirdness and emptiness, making people feel desperate and horrified.

"The curse of the music box has returned to me, which means that Li Yang's spiritual confrontation should be over. With the ghost child I left behind and the plan to deal with the music box curse, he should not fail."

"In that case, Li Yang will arrive in Dahai City in five minutes at most and add a captain-level ghost rider for us."

Under the protection of the ghost dream dog and the music box curse, Yang Jian's consciousness became clear again, and the feelings of heaviness, fatigue and coldness began to dissipate.

The warden's chains and hammers hit the tall ghost again and again. The originally dark and thick ghost became a little dim under the continuous attacks, and even showed signs of falling into silence.

"It's almost there. I'll be able to successfully control the projectionist soon..."

(End of this chapter)