final catastrophe

Chapter 338 21. A Peach Chaos Alliance
Wu Shanyun's pupils constricted, and he felt a chill down his back, and the blood suddenly accelerated, making his body tense up.

He was already hiding very well, he didn't even step forward, but retreated step by step.

After all, with that notebook, he can definitely rely on time and opportunity to reach the sky at a certain point in the future.

He is different from these ghosts!
He has found an opportunity to go further!

so.
He has to be quiet.

But, why Mao himself is already so low-key, you still come towards yourself?
"Drink!!" He roared angrily, and the three-sealed ghost mark on his long hair suddenly awakened, and his black hair stretched out, stabbing at the strange woman.

Don't seek to match, just seek to obstruct a little!
But Ye Yan just smiled miserably, all her hair stopped when she was still a few inches away from her, unable to take another half step, she patted it with her left hand, and gently stuck it to Wu Shanyun's abdomen, her sickly pale five fingers stretched out, one after another strange The power rushes out from her fingertips
With great strength, rush to the limbs, as well as the head.

Bang bang bang.
Wu Shanyun didn't resist at all, but his limbs and head shot out, as if being dragged by a fierce horse, and rushed tens of meters away.

He didn't believe it until he died
Obviously the opportunity had come, and he was low-key enough, but he died in this scuffle.

Ye Yan pulled out his left hand, and took out the orange windmill notebook from his arms. He held it up casually with his palm, and the binding of the notebook fell apart. Dozens of pages boiled in the night like snowflakes, and then flew up.

This overwhelming page immediately attracted the attention of the survivors.

However, Ye Yan disappeared again without knowing when.

The door is closed.

The pages of paper whirled and fell in all directions.

what is that?
The survivors did not relax because of Ye Yan's disappearance. The strange woman just killed so many powerful ghosts in just a few tens of seconds.

Although they didn't know why she disappeared suddenly, they still started to back away slowly, away from the door.

Xia Mo lay on the cold ground.

Although it is midsummer, but the ghostly cover makes everything cool, cold to the bone, like a cold night.

A page of paper fell by her hand.

Xia Mo curiously stretched out his hand to hold it, and then saw a line of scrawled patterns, or words.

Every word is filled with the madness of a madman, and the smell of blood oozing, flowing, and dripping appears between the lines of the characters.

"The weak are always innocent, so they are given liberation."

She didn't understand it.

So she couldn't help but read it again. For a while, she felt that her soul seemed to be washed, and new knowledge seemed to be awakened in her mind. The knowledge was engraved in her mind, and she read it slowly and lightly over and over again.

The eight pointed feet crawling out of the back of her neck have been retracted, so she still looks like a thin and weak girl.

Lying opposite her was a big man who was about to die. He had scars all over his body, and his body was in a state of shattering and bursting at any time. Between the wounds, there was swelling and contraction, like a heart heaving, and something was brewing in it. break out.

He looked pained, but seeing the girl sitting up unharmed at this moment, he couldn't help being stunned.

This girl was obviously the first to be sent flying, and everyone who was attacked by that weird woman was shattered to pieces.

Even Wu Shanyun, the leader of that gathering place, did not have any accidents. After being touched lightly, his limbs were separated.

She. How could she be all right?
"You you?" The big man couldn't help but make a suspicious voice.

Xia Mo turned her head following the big man's gaze.

No one behind!

"Why are you... not injured?" The big man finally persisted and asked a complete question.

Only then did Xia Mo suddenly come to his senses, yes. Why do I seem to be uninjured?
In the eyes of the big man, she also showed doubts.

But before she could answer, the big man couldn't hold on any longer, and turned into a scarlet blood mist with a bang, which dispersed in the wind like the crispest red bells.

The blood mist drifted away with the wind, but in the distance, there was suddenly a strange rustling sound, like an unknown poisonous beast, dormant and crawling in the waist-high grass.

If the light is bright at this time, and if you look down from a high altitude, you can find dozens of white figures, either wearing human skins, animal skins, or wearing clothes that don't match the reminder, or all kinds of evil... The ghost is intoxicated by the blood.

But under the pressure, they dare not take a step here.

He only dared to spy and hover outside, with a vicious look on his face.

And the notebook pages flying all over the sky are now dusted, and the person who got the paper reads it carefully, and the acquaintances start to exchange views.

Some subsequent explanations, such as the effect that the material can produce, the assumption of truth, etc., are just to expand the horizon.

But for the first time, the concept of "analyzing all ghosts and realizing the truth", "carving the truth" and "sacrificing ghosts and engraving the fourth seal" appeared in the sight of the survivors for the first time.

It is obvious that the truth is the key to becoming stronger, but is dissecting the ghosts a dead end?
"There's actually a fourth seal! I thought the number of prints was a gift from talent."

"And according to the description in these notes, after the fourth seal, you can get seal soldiers, puppets, and hearts. This is a gap. If you can cross it, you can even fight against ghosts!"

"However, how can this truth be obtained?"

At this moment, a middle-aged man quietly put the paper in his arms, but his hand was not completely closed, and someone grabbed his wrist.

"I saw you took a page of notes, why hide it?"

"Is there any secret in it?"

The man's words immediately attracted the attention of the others, and the group of people who let down their vigilance naturally discovered the importance of this notebook.

The man had no choice but to take out that page.

Then everyone saw a strange flower.
If you take a closer look, you can see that the flower is composed of thousands of graffiti, each stroke is dignified, thick, and gives people a sense of precision.

At the bottom of the page, the words "Moon Corpse One" are marked in beautiful fonts.

"Is this the truth?"

The truth is not hard to guess.

But the hotter the heart is, the more silent it is.

Everyone stared at that page, the key to "evolution".

Suddenly, an extremely burly, tower-like giant separated the crowd, then grabbed the paper and said, "I am the deputy lord of the Heavenly King Sect, Wangtu, everyone must have heard of my reputation, and please give me some help." For the sake of face, let me study it first.

If you gain something, you will share it with everyone. "

He made eye contact with several people in the crowd of survivors. After the exchange of expressions, he smiled and clasped his fists and said, "How are you?"

As soon as the words fell, those people in the crowd stood up one after another, saying: "Sect Master Wang has extraordinary bearing, we have admired it for a long time, so naturally we agree!"

After that, another seven or eight people walked out and stood beside the iron tower giant. The ghost carvings on their bodies have not been put away, like evil spirits, with evil spirits, surrounding the king's apprentice.

(End of this chapter)