Su Yu hurriedly retreated to a place more than 20 meters away, wiped the non-existent cold sweat from his forehead, pursed his lips, and couldn't help but think of the "supernatural salvation" that this man had always mentioned.
The scene before my eyes.
It does look like salvation.
If we ignore the broken limbs and body of Zhang Chunyu that were blown out.
Facts prove it.
The man's prediction failed. He said that Zhang Chunyu would die from the explosion of his chest, but his entire body exploded, leaving only some charred fingers and pieces of flesh flying out.
"wrong……"
Su Yu tilted his head, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
Think for a while.
Suddenly, her eyes widened and she seemed to explode.
The petite figure moved and retreated madly at a speed that was no slower than Zhang Chunyu's.
At this moment.
On the rooftop, Zhang Chunyu's body was gone, but the shrine remained, intact even under the bombardment of the terrifying Taiyi Golden Thunder.
The black curse flows slowly.
A resentment that was ten times colder than Zhang Chunyu's emanated from him bit by bit.
The lights in the entire community began to flicker.
It seems like something bad is about to happen.
The breath of despair and disaster descended together.
The resentment and curse emanating from the shrine intertwined and transformed into an old man with a wrinkled face and spots all over his body. Ominous, dark, and terrifying... These words would have to be multiplied tenfold to describe even one tenth of the old man's horror!
Even Jiang Chen took a deep breath.
He had seen this old man before.
The one that attacked the neighboring underworld police station that day was a threat-level A, soul-level knocking ghost!
Just an ordinary small country.
This is a natural disaster of the annihilation level!
The old man's dead eyes swept over, his lips did not move, but an old and low voice vibrated in the air around him.
"If you ruin my king's plan, you will die."
The sound was as quiet as a pool of stagnant water.
There is no trace of threat or deterrence in it.
Anyone who knew the old man's identity would be so frightened that they would break out in a cold sweat, or even pee their pants, after hearing these words.
A soul!
Beyond the existence of the blood-stained clothes.
This kind of horrifying creature could actually curse someone to death with just one word: death!
In fact, after it opened its mouth, the sweat on Jiang Chen's back burst out. He felt a great crisis, as if fate was strangling his throat.
Despair, pain, fear.
The world turned gray and there was no light at all.
His heart gradually stopped beating.
The breathing sound became less and less obvious.
This was the first time Jiang Chen was so close to death.
He suddenly spoke, enunciating each word, his voice shaking the whole area.
"Shenxiao!"
"Purple Mansion!"
"Taiyi!"
Every time a name is called out, a change occurs on the body.
His pupils turned purple, blue lightning surrounded his body, and a golden light lit up between his eyebrows.
The three kinds of thunder magic were performed at the same time, and Beibei dispelled the sense of death from his body.
"Oh?" A hint of surprise appeared on the old man's face, and he took a step forward. In Jiang Chen's eyes, it disappeared directly, and the next moment, he felt a heavy blow on his chest.
Jiang Chen flew backwards and hit the ground heavily, raising a cloud of dust.
Even surrounded by three kinds of thunder, he was still no match for the old man.
But in the big pit, he smiled.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"You don't seem as strong as I thought!"
He had not been in a hurry to use the three-star demon transformation card because he was suspicious. The other party had just done something big and must have been targeted by the King of Hell in Jiuzhou. It was impossible for him to dare to show up in the city again.
Facts have proven that this is indeed the case.
This should be something similar to projection, split soul, or incarnation.
Although he is also very strong, possibly with the strength of Blood Robe, as long as he is not a soul, to Jiang Chen, he is just a whetstone.
It just so happened that he felt that in his current state, it was too easy to kill the Half-Blooded Clothes Ghost, or even a ghost as close to the Blood-Robed Ghost as Zhang Chunyu. He didn't even need to use the complete demonization, which seemed a bit wasteful.
A Blood-Robed-level projection.
Perfect for testing the knife!
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