Zongman: Simultaneously travel through time and start a one-person chat group

It can be seen that after the Wang family obtained the power to capture spirits and dispatch generals, they did something to enrich their treasury, which is similar to the act of digging up ancestral graves in the Impure World Reincarnation.

Dig up their bones and dig out the souls of their ancestors.

This also shows that the Wang family is determined to kill Qiao Qiao. After all, if these souls are exposed, the Wang family will become the public enemy of the aliens and will be doomed.

Countless evil spirits appeared in the conference hall, and their illusory bodies gave the unusually bright hall the atmosphere of a horror movie.

It was exceptionally bright but it did not bring any warmth. Due to the presence of the ghost, the voltage of the light in the living room was even unstable and flickered.

"You little bastard! Let me see if you can stand up to these hundreds of ghosts! I've given you face, but you still really think you are Zhang Zhiwei." Now that Wang Ai's face has been torn off, his inner hideousness and cruelty are revealed.

"Haha, let's look." Qiao Qiao glanced at the evil spirits around him. They were surging from all directions like a black wave.

However, as Qiao Qiao uttered the word "detention" lightly.

Although the sound is small, it sounds like a huge bell in the ears.

The sound of the shock formed a wave that swept outward, and countless glass cups on the tables exploded, and the expensive drinks spilled all over the floor.

Hundreds of ghosts let out shrill screams, and the next second they struggled as if they were trapped in the final struggle of the Avici Hell. Then, the howling of ghosts and wolves completely calmed down.

Hundreds of evil spirits floated in the air, like puppets with their strings cut off, except that they were tied with a black chain around their necks, like a dog leash.

Wang Ai stared with wide eyes at the two ghosts of his sons being led like dogs, with their golden teeth bitten until they bled.

“Conscript the spirits and dispatch the generals, conscript the spirits and dispatch the generals, where on earth did you learn this from? Damn it, that dog of the Feng family… OK, OK, OK, the dog bit someone!”

Wang Ai was used to making small calculations in his mind, so he naturally knew who would be harmful to the Wang family. Naturally, he thought of showing goodwill to Qiao Qiao on Longhu Mountain, and he wished he could exchange his three daughters for a top-notch Feng Zhenghao.

"Wrong. It wasn't the Feng family who taught me."

Qiao Qiao said this honestly, while glancing at all the Wang family members who kept shouting "arrest", "arrest", and "come here". He couldn't help but feel a little teasing as if he was looking at a clown.

"Don't try. There are different levels of skill in summoning spirits and sending generals. My level of skill in summoning spirits and sending generals is even higher than yours."

Although this magic of summoning spirits and sending generals is against the will of heaven, even a thousand-year-old demon like Liu Kunsheng cannot do anything to it. However, as long as something is used by people, then something that originally has no limits will definitely vary from person to person.

However, as long as it is used by humans, it is impossible for everyone to reach the same limit.

Therefore, there are also levels of restrained spirits.

For ordinary members of the Wang family, the number of spirits they can capture is usually only one or two, which is already the limit.

The number of excellent points can reach five or six, and higher points are rarely obtained. The size and strength of the spirit will also affect the number of spirits he can restrain.

Now seeing Qiao Qiao capturing hundreds of ghosts easily, and seeing that all the Wang family members also used the technique of summoning spirits and dispatching generals but were unable to take control of the evil spirit, Wang Ai's expression became more and more solemn.

Wang Ai had just tried it, but he failed to seize control of one of the evil spirits. Although they were both summoning spirits, the other party's attainments were far superior to those of the Wang family who had practiced hard for decades.

What is going on!

"Fuck it, those intelligence guys told me that this kid has reached his limit. Is that really his limit?"

He still thought that this kid was just the leader of the younger generation, but now it seems that the younger generation in the entire Longhu Mountain has not been able to force this kid to use his full strength.

"This is not a little devil, it's an old monster in the skin of a young man."

Thinking of this, Wang Ai gave an order.

"Wang family! Help me."

"Yes." Several people stood in front of Wang Ai. It was obvious that they were trying to buy time for him so that he could say something.

However, their current actions clearly underestimated Qiao Qiao.

Qiao Qiao casually went to the side to find some pre-dinner desserts. This action made the Wang family members dumbfounded, and Wang Ai's face turned purple.

Obviously he understood what message Qiao Qiao's action conveyed.

"You actually look down on my Wang family! You little brat! I'll show you the magic of our Wang family!" Wang Ai took out the paintbrush while mobilizing his Qi.

A long scroll was unrolled, and a brush was used to draw the finishing touch, and a surging black dragon sprayed up into the sky. A 170-meter-high black dragon flew out from the scroll in Wang Ai's hand, full of majesty. Wang Ai, standing next to the five claws, stood with his hands behind his back, and was quite confident in his black dragon.

Using Qi as ink, the energy is used to give spirituality to the ink painting, forming a monster with powerful combat power.

Qiao Qiao had also seen this kind of practice in the Ninja World, but he always felt that there was something different.

"interesting."

As soon as Qiao Qiao finished speaking, Wang Ai ordered Mo Long to come out of the mountain.

"Bite him to death!"

"Since this is a duel between summons, I am not to be outdone. Go ahead, Corpse-Anger."

Qiao Qiao stomped his foot, and the shadow behind him suddenly opened his eyes. Then a black mud giant, whose size was no less than that of the huge black dragon, slowly swelled up and slapped the black dragon in the face.

"Bang!" The aggressive Ink Dragon's eyeballs were hit out by the slap, and the dragon's head was shattered directly, and the ink flew to every corner of the hall.

The Wang family stared at the scene in front of them in amazement, unable to believe it.

All the Wang family members know this dragon; it is a magical painting left by their ancestors!

As one of the Wang family's trump cards, it was originally thought that it would be able to turn the tide.

Wang Ai was stunned. In the old man's memory, Mo Long was invincible. He thought Qiao Qiao didn't have much way to deal with him, but now he found out that he was wrong.

Big mistake!

The opponent didn't even make a move. A black mud giant appeared behind him and killed the black dragon with a slap.

"As a result, what's the matter with this slap!"

"What kind of vicious thing is that?"

"What is the origin of this black mud giant? Why is it so ferocious?"

Wang Ai took a closer look and vaguely felt that this black giant that looked like melted black asphalt was the product of some kind of magic in his impression.

But the more I watched, the more unbelievable it became.

214. Yiren Qiao Qiao: What a picture of a filial son and a virtuous grandson!

"How could the three corpses of the Three Demon Sect be raised to such a large size!"

Wang Ai knew what this was, but he didn't quite believe that it was the Three Corpse Gods.

Because the other three corpse gods are so small, the size of the one in front of me is really exaggerated.

However, when Wang Ai was wondering whether it was the Three Corpses, black mud kept pouring out from under the feet of the Upper Corpse and the Anger Corpse, and it spread to the entire venue in one breath.

Many of the Wang family members were slow to react and were covered in mud. Soon they fell to the ground, apparently having lost their will and mind to fight.

"Three, it turns out to be the Three Corpses. Damn it, you bastard boy are not a good person. It turns out that you have been in contact with the corpse demons of Quan Xing for a long time and learned it."

Wang Ai finally confirmed his guess, and based on years of experience, he determined that these three corpses were far from simple apart from their size.

"It sucks the bones and squeezes the marrow, and it cuts the heart and corrupts the will. This originally negative entity, the angry corpse demon, also possesses the characteristics of the Yin Five Thunders."

The more you understand, the more you realize its horror.

"Don't touch him. This guy is already useless. His demonic nature is too deep. Damn it. The erosion speed is too fast. There is no time to pull him out. The devilish nature of this kid is so heavy that it is unimaginable."

Especially when he saw that the corpse was so huge, Wang Ai felt infinite fear in his heart.

The angry corpse represents thoughts, and thoughts include desires. It can be seen that Qiao Qiao's murderous intentions towards the Wang family are heavy enough to give rise to such an angry corpse.

The intention to kill is determined!

"Damn it!"

Wang Ai became more and more angry when he saw Qiao Qiao still eating snacks.

So far, not a single corner of Qiao Qiao's clothes has been torn, but the Wang family has suffered heavy casualties.

What is the Wang family?

The Wang family was never made up of just one or two people, but was made up of the Wang family's soldiers who were trained by the family's wealth. Every Wang family member was an elite, with magic weapons, eight unique skills, and family-inherited magic. In the alien world, one could defeat ten.

However, facing Qiao Qiao's three corpses, these disciples were like chickens being killed, one by one, one after another...

"Is this really a battle? This guy is clearly enjoying how the Wang family is being tortured."

……

“Third Uncle…Third Uncle!”

"Grandpa Wang?"

"Teachers...are all dead?!"

"grandfather!"

The Wang family members screamed in despair, but watched helplessly as their relatives were buried in the black mud and lost their minds one by one.

Some people tried to resist, but it was no use. Just a slight touch of the black mud would rob them of their fighting spirit and take over with anger.

The rest of the people fled to higher places to avoid the seemingly endless black mud.

"Enough, enough, enough! Enough.~!"

Wang Ai stood on the table to avoid the spreading black mud and shouted in despair.

He now has a clear understanding of the current situation.

At present, the Three Corpses have not launched any frontal attack, and just the spreading aftermath has caused the Wang family to lose most of their combat effectiveness.

Qiao Qiao is not a leader at all, he is clearly a monster

"This monster! You monster!"

Wang Ai pointed at Qiao Qiao with his trembling finger and vomited a ball of blood.

Seeing that the old man had aged countless years in an instant during his birthday celebration, the rest of the Wang family members all cried out in grief.

"dad."

"it's okay no problem."

Wang Ai clutched his chest tightly and said to Qiao Qiao, "You really want to kill my Wang family? There are people from the entire Wangjia Village here. Do you really want to kill them all? Do you have a black heart?"

Looking at the scene where all the sons and grandsons came together to support Wang Ai in making accusations from a moral high ground, for a moment, Qiao Qiao could not help laughing.

"Hahahaha, what a picture of a filial son and a virtuous grandson. If I hadn't been persecuted by you, I might have really believed it. You use this set of moral constraints very smoothly. Well, let me explain first."

Qiao Qiao stopped laughing and said, "What will I do to you next? Of course, it will be just like what you did to me before."

"My Wang family treats you..."

"..."

"Yes, root out the problem, just like you tried to do to me."

Qiao Qiao sat on the rapidly growing wooden stool with a feeling of deep emotion and said, "If I didn't have some ability, I would have been crushed to death by your little fingers like the others."

These words made it clear that Wang Ai could clearly see the sudden change in the surrounding atmosphere.

"Not good." Wang Ai obviously knew that his moral blackmailing made Qiao Qiao remember something bad, so he became serious instead.

The terrifying murderous intent descended upon the scene, making it difficult to breathe.

His words and eyes revealed a sense of indifference towards all living things.

Even the other ten elders had never made Wang Ai feel as if they were standing on top of the world and looking down on everyone.

The Tao is ruthless, cruel, and resolute.

Wang Ai's heart was cold and terrified. He immediately stopped hesitating, spitting blood, and said, "I'm sorry, Wang family ancestors. Now that the Wang family is in trouble, we can only break our family rules and ruin the feng shui of our Wangjia Village to resist the foreign enemies."

Wang Ai paid an extremely heavy price to carry out this move. Vomiting blood and aging just now were actually the price he paid. What he said and did afterwards was just to make Qiao Qiao careless and delay time.

However, Qiao Qiao was actually waiting to see what other top-notch methods the world of extraordinary people had.

"You old fox. Let me see if you have any tricks left to play."

"Use the Feng Shui of Wangjia Village as a sacrifice, and see the ultimate divine paint prepared by my Wang family for generations. Ah, borrow the mountains and rivers!"

When Wang Ai shouted out these words, a ball of black energy exploded from his body, and the earth suddenly roared.

The earth trembled and the huge city was shaking.

"Hey, there's some tricks."

Qiao Qiao was stunned for a moment and then looked outside the building.

Qiao Qiao once guessed that Wang Jia Shen Tu and the super fake beast painting of the ninja world should be comparable. However, the current situation is that Qiao Qiao understands that he underestimated the technology of this world.