Chapter 325 The defeated missionary

The missionary's face was expressionless, the old books in his hands were flipping silently, and pages of illustrations in the books flashed by.

These illustrations are depicted with terrible figures, some are rotten, some are incomplete, and some are lost. They are all supernatural beings sealed.

"Don't you explain your identity? In fact, our Kings Organization is very welcome to the top ghost drivers. As long as you join and release the owner of the manor, we can leave the past without any blame and have the chance to save the lives of your two companions."

The voice of the warrior was filled with intrigue.

Until now, he still couldn't understand what the other party's motive for hunting the manor's owner was, but he never thought that the real goal of Liang Xingyang and the other two was actually Kelly who controlled the nightmare ghost. The death of the manor's owner was just to go with the flow.

After all, Kelly and the owner of the manor are not at the same level, and the missionary's thinking direction is in a misunderstanding.

"There are only me and I here. I will play with you. I hope you don't die accidentally."

Liang Xingyang finished speaking indifferently, his white and cold palms swayed, and gray-white paper ash floated down the sky, blocking this area, allowing everything in the ghost to be clearly exposed to his perception.

He understood that the painter hid in the dark and summoned other kings, and the missionaries were reluctant to do it, just to delay time.

The dark red ghost heart in the mouth of the heart beat rapidly, and the three layers of heartbeat sounds were superimposed. Along with a violent sense of vibration, the dull and depressing sound spread out in the ghost world.

The crawling voice spreads so quickly that it was too late to wait until the other party reacted.

The missionary's face suddenly changed, and a faint chill fell out of nowhere and enveloped him. After becoming an alien, the heart that had already stopped beating in his body was beating uncontrollably at this moment.

The murderous pattern of overlapping heartbeats was triggered at this moment.

Accompanied by a huge pain in the palpitations, a rich gray color began to appear on his face, and an inexplicable sense of weakness filled his whole body.

"It's a destiny supernatural!"

The missionary did not dare to be careless and quickly used emergency measures.

The old book in my hand quickly flipped silently, and stopped when I turned to a certain page.

The illustration on this page shows the appearance of the missionary himself.

The next moment.

The missionary in the illustration changed, with a shadow covering the mouth of the heart. After gradually becoming deeper, it turned into a pitch-black hole, and it was obvious that the heart inside disappeared.

This is a supernatural attack that missionaries endured in reality, but is now transferred to the illustrations in the book.

The missionaries in the illustration become incomplete, while the missionaries in the reality recover from their injuries.

Seal.

This old book can seal up all forms of supernatural powers to recover from its injuries by losing a part of itself.

The more this kind of supernatural movement is used, the sooner or later a certain boundary of the alien will be broken until the consciousness of the living person is weak enough to be suppressed by the instinct of the evil ghost and becomes a new consciousness of the evil ghost.

"You can't kill me!"

The missionary was angry and afraid, but when he saw the pages of the open hand rotting rapidly, a huge fear immediately drowned out the anger.

The old pages seemed to be unable to bear it, and they were rotten and weathered. The shrill wails of evil spirits came from the withered pages, sounding creepy.

As the pages of the book were rotten, the wailing gradually disappeared, and this situation stopped until the sixth page.

Liang Xingyang, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but look at Gui Xin's attack was actually transferred by the other party.

But at this time he could still feel the existence of a curse, but it did not belong to the ghost heart, but the ghost blood.

Ghost blood has had a serious interference with supernatural powers. The old books did not take Ghost blood away from the missionaries. This was an imperfect transfer.

The missionary was contaminated with the curse of ghost blood! But he seemed to be unaware of it.

Now old books seal the heart, but the missionaries did not notice any strangeness in their hearts.

A stream of darkness spread out, and the missionary did not hesitate to use his ghost creature to transfer positions.

He ran away.

Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly, but did not stop the other party from escaping.

A large amount of gray-white paper ash was covered, and he also moved his position among the ghost creatures and followed.

The entrance and exit of the world of ghost paintings is a picture frame, which has been hidden by him.

Nowadays, unless the down-and-out painter takes action to respond, the missionaries will never be able to escape.

The missionary is equivalent to the bait he released. Before the black line of the curse of ghost blood disappeared, he just needed to wait quietly for the big fish to take the bait.

As long as the painter dares to appear in front of him, he will definitely make a ruthless move to clean up the king and take away the other party's supernatural powers to make up for the shortcomings of ghost paintings.

However, this fishing also has time limits, and it depends on how long the missionary can last under the suppression of ghost blood.

Half of the manor is not big.

The missionary's ghost creatures rammed left and right in the ghost painting world, but were always stopped. In the rush to escape, he did not even notice a wisp of scarlet blood flowing out of his heart.

Ghost blood is reviving.

A strange sense of weakness has become stronger and has been raised to a point that cannot be ignored.

The missionary paused suddenly, opened his eyes wide, looked down at his bloody chest, revealing an incredible expression.

"Ho ho ho, weird blood is the curse of the evil spirit."

It was like the last breath of a dying person, accompanied by the terrible suppression of supernatural oppression, and the body felt stiff and slow.

The missionary showed a frightened expression and looked around, but did not find Liang Xingyang's figure. He quickly flipped through the old books in his hand, trying to seal the supernatural attack on his heart again.

The next moment.

The paper ash around him was floating more, and Liang Xingyang appeared not far away, staring at the missionary who was breathing indifferently.

Like a terrifying ghost following closely behind him for life, the missionary roared, interrupting the supernatural powers of the old books and disappeared from the spot without hesitation.

Liang Xingyang didn't care, and silently controlled the approximate time in his heart.

The time cannot be delayed too long, otherwise the fishing party may be surrounded and attacked by a group of piranhas.

Three minutes later.

There is more and more paper ash floating in the ghost painting world, as if there is no endless.

"Tick."

In the sky covered by illusory darkness, a few drops of scarlet blood suddenly dripped out from it. After three or two seconds of falling, it fell into a pool of blood on the ground, making a few crisp sounds.

Immediately afterwards, an old book covered in scarlet blood fell out of the increasingly dimmer darkness, and also smashed into a pool of blood, and soon sank into it and disappeared.

After a few seconds, the ghost creature could no longer maintain it and collapsed and dissipated.

It was as if the ghost's shrill wail sounded, and the blood-covered missionary fell from the sky, also fell into a pool of blood, and his body sank little by little.

"Tell me, are the painters gathering the kings to deal with Yang Jian?" Liang Xingyang looked cold. The red ghost creature outside the ghost painting world suddenly disappeared a minute ago, making him guess the other party's plan.

A few dozen seconds ago, he sensed that Liang Wensong had left the stage early through the Ghost Gate and left the world of ghost painting.

This is the previous agreement, nothing unexpected happens.

Only Yang Jian’s safety has not been determined yet.

Half of the missionary's body sank into a pool of blood, and a stiff and bleak smile was pulled on his face: "His name is Yang Jian? It seems that you are from the Asian headquarters! It's better to do this. Anyway, killing me will not do you any good. Use me to trade it.

, Maybe I can get back to that Yang Jian.”

Several kings joined forces to siege a ghost driver, and he did not think that unexpected situations would happen.

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