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2 km from the warehouse...

"Dong!Dong!Dong!" A series of strange drum sounded from Zhao Zihan's hand, and her palm was shocked. The broken stones on the ground, the scattered snowflakes, and drops of bright red jade-like blood kept beating on the ground.

Every dong dong sound seemed to activate these dead objects, and then jumped higher and higher with a clear and strange rhythm.

Blood was seeping at the corner of Zhao Zihan's mouth, and his eyes were unprecedentedly determined.

In front of her were three men in strange costumes, each of which was less than 1.5 meters tall, just like a three-person life, with a look on her face. The three of them were holding magic weapons made of black human leg bones in their hands, each of which was longer than normal people, with strange patterns carved on it.

Behind the three people was a huge black skeleton-shaped phantom, ferocious and terrifying, with a chilling aura in the heart.

The Witch of Heart!!

Zhao Zihan didn't expect that there were people in this world who used such evil things!

The sneak attack just now caused me to suffer unclear internal injuries. If I hadn't been protected by the shocking god, I would have been severely injured immediately.

The Jingshen Drum beat the rhythm itself, and it was impossible for Zhao Zihan to command it. It exuded a powerful aura, and Zhao Zihan could even feel the excitement of the Jingshen Drum. A wave of challenging aura spread along the sound of the Jingshen Drum, forcing the three short men in front of him to transform their own deity and feet behind him.

At this time, the sky was very depressed, the wind began to whistle by snow particles, and the clouds were gloomy, making people feel the illusion that the end of the world was coming.

In fact, City C was so like that doomsday at this time! Police lights were flashing everywhere, and fires were dozens of times more expensive than usual. From the height, there were rolling black smoke in hundreds of burning houses in the city.

Zhao Zihan took a deep breath. Since he encountered such a successor who had long been considered extinct, this battle was inevitable. He still remembered the legend of the horse fairy lineage, which was to leave the horse and become a mortal enemy of the witch. In fact, the witch skills in the southern border and the horse in the north were all related to the witch.

In a faint vaguely, the smell of blood floated in the air, and waves of ghost screams came from the huge skeleton behind the three people, giving people the illusion of being in hell.

Zhao Zihan stared at the surroundings, and somehow the space around him was actually enclosed, and he could only go from the outside to the inside, allowing him to enter but not from the outside.

It seems that either you die or I die, it is a foregone conclusion.

The lineage of the horse has a great relationship with the witch. If there is a Taoist sect setting up such a dilemma, it will inevitably close the inside and outside. At that time, the people of the lineage of the horse can only rush to kill and cannot borrow the power of the great immortal. How can they defend the enemy from the outside? But now it is different. If you can enter but not exit, the power of the great immortal cannot be blocked, and the witch itself also needs to rely on the power of ghosts and gods. This can be considered as a balance between the enemy and us.

Is three to one? Zhao Zihan doesn't think of it this way. Lianxin Witch is indeed very powerful, but no one has ever contacted what a witch is in the past few years. How powerful is it? Everything is just a legend.

At this time, Zhao Zihan actually felt excited, and felt like they met on a narrow road.

What made Zhao Zihan even more feel is that the three people from the Lianxin Witch seemed a little... Well, strange?

Yes, it was a strange feeling. The feeling that the three of them had nothing on them could not grasp what it was. However, Zhao Zihan believed that it was an opportunity! As long as he found it himself, he could defeat this seemingly powerful and inconsistent thing immediately collapsed and died of a disaster!

What's more, Zhao Zihan has absolute confidence in Jingshen Drum. As long as he can borrow the power of the great immortal, he can control Jingshen Drum. Whether it is attack or defense, Zhao Zihan has the confidence to protect her own safety. The only thing that made her worried was that if she could stop her opponent, she would definitely not be so three, Yin Dongmei, Little Fox, and the bastard of the Qiao family were safe? Has it happened to such a thing? Zhao Zihan was not worried about the warehouse. So many senior masters and great immortals came in person. Zhao Zihan didn't believe that the place that was as hard as a wall would be attacked.

But there was also a little worry in the middle. These people appeared too flawlessly. It seemed like they had planned it! Take action quickly and end the battle! Zhao Zihan thought so in his heart.

At the same time, the shape of the huge skull behind Lianxin Witch in front of him began to change. First, the surrounding ghost energy suddenly split a hole, replaced by a blood-red vortex the size of a truck, with a huge white skull soaked in it. As the skeleton with white bone texture appeared, the screams of the surrounding ghosts gradually calmed down, and became much quieter, but there was a certain kind of depressing, unsettling atmosphere.

Zhao Zihan took two steps back, and as the skull appeared, the pressure became stronger. The snow particles wrapped in flying were like a knife, and they all cut white marks on the ground. The shocked drum in his hand emitted a soft white light, wrapping Zhao Zihan firmly. The shocked drum was neither too anxious nor too slow, but the 16th posthumous posthumous posthumous Luansan, Naoluanjun?br />

The more this happened, the skull did not dare to act rashly, as if he was very afraid of the shock drum in Zhao Zihan's hand.

Zhao Zihan was able to take the time to think about the origin of the skull, and at the same time, Zhao Zihan also understood that something was wrong just now.

These three people never said a word from beginning to end, and their dull faces are not the expressions that normal living people should have.

But at the same time, Zhao Zihan couldn't imagine what the hell is this skeleton's head! At first there was a witch's aura, but at this time, it was completely ghost energy, and a large amount of ghost energy appeared here. In addition, it was isolated from external sensing, Zhao Zihan suddenly thought of Yang Guang's previous saying that before the New Year, there were projections of the Ghost Gate everywhere. He felt enlightened in his heart, and seemed to understand the things's feet.

What is certain is that this thing is definitely not a product of the ghost world, nor is it a product of nature. Otherwise, it would be impossible to use a living person as a ghost, so it is artificial! It is something artificially created.

Zhao Zihan squinted his eyes and wanted to find the person who released it, but seemed to find nothing.

"The power of the gods is subdued, and the immortals are endless!" Zhao Zihan took the lead in attacking and killed the ghost thing in front of him first!

Strange sensing came from all directions on Zhao Zihan. But what was strange was that Zhao Zihan, who could have borrowed a lot of immortal power, suddenly felt a wave of emptiness! He didn't borrow too much magical power from the immortal family. Damn it, what's going on?

At the same moment, the ghost that felt Zhao Zihan's mind began to change.

The huge white skeleton gradually shrank, and the three people who were not tall slowly moved me in one direction, and then the one in the middle suddenly jumped up.

The little head was completely placed under the skull, and the falling body was caught by the other two. Immediately afterwards, the white skull exuded a foul smell, and black asphalt-like things rolled down from the bottom of the skull, instantly wrapping up the three people.

In an instant, three people and a big skull formed a very strange "person" without arms. Then, it rushed towards Zhao Zihan with big strides, leaving a black mark on the ground with each step.

Faced with the changes as shown in the picture, Zhao Zihan gritted her teeth and poured all the immortal power borrowed from her body into the drum of shock.

As the power entered, the stern drum suddenly changed tremendously. How to describe it? It was like watching the peach blossoms fall, and white petals of large and small peach blossoms appeared around it. Each piece seemed to be clearly visible, and even the texture could be seen clearly.

Then, a force that could not be said was something that was poured into Zhao Zihan along the drum of shock and the reverse. The snake body on the phantom behind Zhao Zihan had turned from black to white, and his eyes turned from red to blue.

Zhao Zihan felt this change most clearly. It was an indescribable force, which seemed to be more pure than the immortal power borrowed from the master. If the divine power borrowed from the master was like a sledgehammer, then the borrowed power was like an armor-piercing bullet.

Solid, concentrated, powerful!

"The immortal drum, the beautiful man sang, the gods descended to the earth and became evil spirits. The flowers bloomed, the peach blossoms laughed, and no one knew the way of enlightenment. The gods were so shocked that the gods were annoyed, and the drum sounded into my sect!" Zhao Zihan couldn't help but sang out as if he was controlled by the shocked drum, and his body twisted like a snake.

The peach blossoms around her body also made Zhao Zihan feel during singing and twisting. It was a wonderful feeling that she could control and freely merge.

"Go!" Zhao Zihan screamed at the skeleton rushing with his hand holding the shocked drum.

I saw the peach blossoms in the sky whistling over as if swept by the wind.

And the big skull seemed to understand the power of the peach blossoms. He opened his mouth and a black rain emerged from the darkness.

Time la la la la!

It was like a hot stone was poured with cold water, and the sound was amplified ten times.

Suddenly, the black rain turned into black fog, and the peach blossoms turned into transparent curtains.

Zhao Zihan was not afraid. Although she was not as powerful as the shocking drum, she also injected endless confidence into her at this moment.

The drums rumbled, as if the battlefield where millions of people were fighting, with a breath that made the woman pounced out like an indomitable general in the next moment.

The magic power of the immortal family? A joke!

These horse immortals are all animals who have achieved enlightenment. The most instinct is not magic at all, but fighting!

How could Zhao Zihan and other immortals forget this instinct? Without looking at Grandma Yin, how strong is the murderous aura of Uncle Jiu when he is angry? The immortal who comes out to save mortals and helps people solve problems is just to accumulate merit, and does not mean that they are a group of soft-legged shrimps.

The Sword Drum was forged by the White Snake Fairy Feifei back then. The killing aura contained in it and the killing intentions were finally awakened with the silence of thousands of years.
Chapter completed!