Cthulhu Card Making: Medusa Card Making at the Beginning.

Chapter 123: Chaotic Battle, Hard to Distinguish True from False

"Soul-calling Banner, Shoggoth, Laifu, Medusa, and Demon Sword Princess."

The source power in Lin Mo's body surged wildly, and the five seals emitted light at the same time, dispersing the oppressive feeling brought by the three ghosts.

The three in front of him were also C+ level weird, and they were much stronger than Shen Yun, Xu Bin, and Du Yuwei in his soul-summoning flag.

And that old ghost in the shroud was clearly the one seen on the hearse. When did it get off the hearse?

Lin Mo was frightened and focused more of his attention on the old ghost.

"I'll deal with the one in the shroud, and you three can handle the other two."

Lin Mo whispered to the three people, then he shook his wrist and a scarlet blade appeared in his hand.

With one leap, Lin Mo rushed towards the old man immediately.

The murderous aura is condensed, and the demon sword itself is home to a powerful evil spirit, which should be of some help in dealing with this kind of weirdness.

"Laifu, outflank it from behind"

As the order was given, a huge black shadow emerged from Lin Mo's shadow.

Lai Fu's huge body split into two, and in the blink of an eye he cut off the old man in shrouds' retreat.

The bloody mouth opened slightly, and the faint blue flame in the mouth continued to condense.

"Young man, we meet again. Do you want to come with me to sweep the yard?"

The old man in shroud chuckled, and the dark blue color in his eyes kept growing.

Mysterious place!

This familiar ability allowed Lin Mo to decisively use the card master's talent of unity, and then establish a connection with the soul-summoning flag.

The next second, Lin Mo's figure continued to rise, his face turned gray, and in addition to the weirdness in his pupils, there was also an indescribable mysterious aura.

Open the strange area!

With the blood-red sky as the background, the atmosphere quickly spread with Lin Mo as the center.

I don't know if it's the effect of the concentric talent.

For a moment, Lin Mo was actually fighting against the old man in shroud clothes on equal terms with his strange domain.

He swung the sword down, and the sword collided with a pair of withered hands, making a crisp sound.

The pair of dark ghost eyes turned and looked at Lin Mo with a strange smile.

Feeling horrified, Lin Mo quickly stepped back.

He flipped his fingers and held the two cards in his hand.

Compared to Lin Mo, the others obviously looked a little embarrassed.

The painter circled around the three people with a laugh, his figure floating around, his fingers constantly controlling the paintbrush, and on the drawing board paper, the appearance of the three people gradually became clear.

Every time the painter added a stroke to the painting, the three of them could clearly feel their hearts skip a beat.

"Where's your wine, little brother?" The drunk shook his head and asked with a smile.

The voice was full of temptation, which made Zhou Ziyue confused and he was about to speak subconsciously.

"Whoosh!"

At the critical moment, accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air and a flash of red light, the sharp blade cut through the drunkard's pale cheek.

In just a moment, Zhou Ziyue suddenly woke up. After looking at Lin Mo with gratitude, he flipped the cards in his hand and injected source power into them.

"Tiger Seal, activate!"

Zhou Ziyue roared, and bright yellow source power gathered and took shape in an instant.

The basic form is constantly changing, and the bright yellow source power is also constantly growing and condensing.

"Roar!"

Accompanied by a huge roar, Zhou Ziyue's eyes flashed like lightning and his body slowly floated up.

Behind him is a huge tiger shape formed by the gathering of source power.

The tiger is the king of beasts and the extreme of yang.

It was called tiger in ancient times.

The tiger's head is raised proudly, its eyes are blazing, and its mighty power is frightening.

Zhou Ziyue also clenched his hands into claws, jumped, and pounced on the drunk man in front of him.

The tiger's fangs bit down hard, and wisps of black air continued to leak out along the drunkard's shoulders.

The drunk felt pain, showed his ghostly face, and bit Zhou Ziyue with a ferocious face. Zhou Ziyue clenched his fist and hit the other's abdomen heavily.

"boom!"

The force was so huge that a layer of white smoke rose around the fist, and even a faint buzzing sound could be heard.

The fist hit the drunkard, the ground cracked, and the drunkard's already decayed body visibly shriveled up.

Zhou Ziyue at this moment was completely different from usual.

On the other side, a graceful shadow floated in the air, with red lips slightly opened, pointing at the painter and whistling fiercely.

The sound was like a sea wave, and the paper on the drawing board was shattered to pieces.

At the same time, the painter's figure was completely frozen, and his erratic figure was completely exposed at this moment.

Chu Xiaoxiao naturally would not miss such an opportunity. She raised the six-barreled machine gun in her hand and poured out her source power.

"whoosh whoosh"

The machine gun bullet flew through the air and completely pierced the painter's body in the blink of an eye.

"Golden Hands!" Zhou Ziyu shouted, and her hands flashed like spears, slashing at the painter fiercely.

The next moment, the painter's head flew out and rolled on the ground.

His body fell straight down.

"Ping Pong!" The knife claws collided, making a sound of metal clashing.

During the fight, three figures flashed and stood in front of the old man in shrouds and surrounded him.

"Young man, I see you have a good destiny, why don't you come with me to visit the graves?" The old man in shroud clothes laughed strangely and coldly, not caring about his current situation at all.

Even the ghost did not appear.

Old ghost, I will help you to be liberated today!

Lin Mo thought to himself as he stared at the old man in shrouds. His blood rubbed against the blade, instantly activating the magic sword. The already bright red blade became even more gorgeous at this moment.

The blood-red murderous aura lingers, and the talent of unity is blessed.

At this moment, Lin Mo's aura reached its peak.

As if they had telepathic connection, the other three people standing at the four corners of the old man in shrouds also exerted their strength at the same time and launched their killing moves.

The magic sword was condensed, and just as this powerful sword was about to be slashed out, Lin Mo suddenly felt dazed and Chu Xiaoxiao's voice came to his ears.

"Lin Mo, wake up!"

"Who? I need to wake up?"

Lin Mo's thoughts changed rapidly, and when he looked down, he saw countless bloodstains on his body.

My eyes were blurry and a cold wind was howling in my face.

Lin Mo instinctively lowered his body and hit the demon sword with great force, causing him to feel pain in the palm of his hand.

He slid backwards dozens of steps and then stopped.

Lin Mo raised his head and looked again, the scene in front of him had completely changed.

The drunkard and the painter who had been strangled to death were now standing intact, with sinister smiles on their faces. The old man in the shroud in the middle had not moved at all from beginning to end.

On the contrary, the Zhou siblings fell in the ruins not far away, their life or death unknown.

The cards in hand have been broken.

As for Chu Xiaoxiao, most of the ten mechanical puppets she controlled had been destroyed.

"Lin Mo, we can't stop them. Let's go first."

Hearing this, Lin Mo did not speak.

Instead, he cried out softly, and saw that the bloodstains on his body had not faded at all, but his own source of energy had dried up.

The magic sword in his hand was actually showing signs of wear and tear.

"Old ghost, you really have something."

As his nose twitched, Lin Mo grinned, stood up and slowly walked towards Chu Xiaoxiao, the magic sword in his hand flashing with red light.

"Lin Mo, let's go quickly, it will be too late if we don't leave now." Before she finished speaking, Chu Xiaoxiao spat out a pool of bright red blood and looked at Lin Mo in disbelief.

There was a dazzling magic sword stuck in her abdomen.

"Lin Mo? You."

(End of this chapter)