A large amount of gray fog enveloped the surroundings, and there seemed to be a few strange shadows dancing in the fog.
Their movements were stiff, their limbs and joints were not very flexible, they jumped, hopped, hopped, hopped, hopped...
This is an ancient sacrificial dance. Sometimes the dancers perform a bow-legged dance, with their arms wrapped around a watermelon. Sometimes they stand on one leg, one hand in front of the other, imitating the movements of a goose. Sometimes they spin in funny circles...
It looks full of comedic effects.
But no one in the room laughed, everyone became serious.
The dancing movements of these "puppets" became more and more bizarre, as if imprinted in everyone's mind. Even if they turned their heads away, they would still recall them uncontrollably.
Each action scene becomes more and more profound.
It seems to penetrate into the soul.
Until the end.
The hands and feet of the ghost messengers were no longer under control. They started dancing the same dance and strode towards the depths of the thick fog.
No matter how the companion ghosts in their bodies roar and howl, it will be of no use!
"Snap"
A crisp snap of fingers.
All the dancing ghosts froze in their places.
In the crowd, a figure wearing gold-rimmed glasses and with a slight smile on his lips stepped out. With every step he took, the overlapping footsteps of thousands of people rang out at the same time.
It seemed as if he was stepping on countless lives!
"Hell, Luo Ji, I'll teach you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the puppets in the deep fog exploded, and heads and limbs flew everywhere.
And the dazed ghost messengers also returned to normal at this moment.
"Keep going!"
Sun Zhengwen shouted in a deep voice.
From the fog came the terrifying sounds of a grandmaster-level battle.
Not far away, there was a village beside the road. Villagers were hanged on the roofs one after another, all with their eyes wide open, staring at the road.
What’s strange is that although they haven’t turned into ghosts, they give people a creepy feeling, as if they are still alive!
After approaching.
Some figures can be vaguely seen floating in the fog.
There are resentment, evil spirits, fierce ghosts, and blood-stained clothes.
Hundreds of sneaky creatures vaguely formed some kind of ancient formation.
A terrifying, cold and murderous aura suddenly began to spread, dyeing the fog dark red bit by bit, and attacked the team with a heart-pounding breath.
Wherever it passed, all the grass and trees died.
Even the earth was covered with a layer of gray.
Sun Zhengwen frowned and came in front of the crowd, seeming to be very afraid of these evil spirits.
"Corpse, resentment, evil spirit, fierce ghost, blood-stained clothes..."
Wu Xuan took a step forward, counted with his fingers, and murmured, "The Five Souls Chaos Evil Formation, such a sinister and evil formation has been passed down to this day. I must clean up the mess for my Wu Alliance!"
A cold murderous intent flashed across his face. He made a hand gesture and drew a line in the air. A virtual symbol about a meter and a half long and as wide as a human face appeared and blasted into the depths of the fog.
Then look in one direction.
"Old Sun, I'll kill the evil leader and let you guys charge in from here. Head east and don't look back. Kill every ghost you see. Only then can you break the formation!"
Sun Zhengwen glanced around and nodded: "All the ghost messengers, listen to my orders! Kill!"
Led by Jiang Yi, the leader of Group 3, a group of people killed Chu Dian.
They rushed in from the direction Xuan mentioned, and those evil spirits that even the great masters were afraid of actually made way for them.
If it is a formation, you must leave a way out.
Otherwise, if the formation is powerful enough, the person who casts it will be trapped and killed.
Xuan, who usually looks sloppy, actually has such ability that he can see through the opponent's formation's life gate at a glance, and it seems that he has a way to fix the opponent's formation center so that the life gate no longer moves.
This is a complete crushing of Zhen Yu's understanding.
When he rushed into the depths of the fog, an unbelievable voice came from there.
Jiang Chen glanced at the ghosts in the mist, lit a few cigarettes, suppressed his inner impulse, and did not take action for the time being.
Because he understands.
It's too early.
It’s not the time for me to take action.
The opponent's trump card has not been revealed yet, so we naturally have to keep an ace in the hole.
"Alas, Old Wei, I broke my vow for you, old boy, and gave up the duck that was right in my mouth. You will have to pay me one million in compensation later."
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