City C, southwest, next to a square 3:2 kilometers away from the warehouse, three trucks carrying livestock collided in succession. The driver seemed to be asleep at the same time, unconscious on the driving. Several young soldiers with live ammunition were lying or lying on the ground without moving, and even breathing sounds came one after another. They were like nightmares, and their faces were filled with various expressions of fear.

At this moment, only a girl looked at all this coldly, with a pure gray aura rolling on her body, a kind of colder and purer than the north wind formed strange rings surrounding her.

Yin Dongmei, a single disciple of the Yin family, and the direct granddaughter of Grandma Yin.

Represented by the unique ghost immortals among the Northeast Horse Fairy, the pure ghost energy is the most unique aura of this lineage, and even the family where the fat Zhao Lei is located is incomparable to the pure ones. After all, the two are different. One is to control ghosts, while the other is to worship. One master and one servant are born upside down, forming its own unique system.

"The Nightmare Worm, one of the most famous black magic in the West. Will even Westerners participate?" This is not the origin of family education, just because the ghost immortals served by the Yin family have a thousand years of Taoism. After experiencing World War I, they have a deep memory of those Western invaders.

The Yin family is also the only immortal family that "master" must be around. The one who speaks is naturally the ghost immortal who has been practicing Taoism for thousands of years.

Ghost immortals are not ghosts, but life born from faith in ghost energy. They are unique life formed after being carried, absorbed and learned from generation to generation. They are different from ghosts, but they are born from ghosts.

Yin Dongmei and Liu's eyebrows were raised, and her feet were lifted by a gust of ghost wind, suspended above the cab of the car, looking high at the surroundings.

The wind and snow began to rage, as if there was an invisible net that pressed the black clouds over the city. The clouds were getting thicker and thicker. The original day was as gloomy as the night at this moment. The residents around were scared by this terrifying environment early on, so they dared not go out. The leisure squares on weekdays were already rare, and even the swings not far away could only make creaking sounds in accordance with the wind.

A man wearing a long hat and a robe walked slowly from a distance, and every step was so slow, neither anxious nor impatient.

However, with every step falling, it can always cause slight vibrations on the ground, just like an ancient giant, causing clusters of vibrations on the ground.

"Get ready to fight to the death. This is the giant god of death in black magic. Wherever it is there, there are only dead people." A small figure appeared beside Yin Dongmei, sitting lightly on her shoulders like a four or five-year-old child.

"Master, it seems that we are not the only ones who have been attacked." Yin Dongmei raised her head and locked her eyes on the east side. A familiar aura disappeared in an instant, as if it was covered in some kind of barrier.

"Do handle things here with peace of mind, and I believe your friends can handle them well." said the ghost immortal.

"Don't worry, the people in the Zhao family, Qiao family, and Hu family do not have the fuel-saving lamp. But why do these people appear at this time?" Yin Dongmei turned her eyes back to the giant god of death.

"It's nothing more than the desire to perish me. In the war more than a hundred years ago, we found that there was a behind-the-scenes master who was driving all this. Whether it was Western magic or Eastern branches, there seemed to be a vague connection. There must be a secret behind them. Let's prepare Dongmei, we all felt that a trace of opportunity from heaven and earth, and that was a great opportunity to appear."

"Master, let me do this time. I can't be protected by you forever." Yin Dongmei squinted her eyes, but her pretty face had an ice-like expression.

"Okay. This kind of thing is not very strong. If it is the arrival of the Western God of Death, you can make do with it. Strangely, this little thing doesn't have that strong aura. You can exercise well." The ghost immortal flew back half a foot, and his short, thick and chubby arms waved in the air several times.

At the same time, Yin Dongmei held her breath and said in a deep voice: "The ghost world, the immortal spiritual land, borrow my divine power."

The next moment, the ghost immortal turned into a gray smoke ball and merged into Yin Dongmei's body. The voice of the ghost immortal came from her ears: "Little girl, I will not help you until the moment of life and death. Remember that this kind of thing can only be fought close to you. Its clothes are forced to compress the body. Every time it is injured, it will expand, and its injury will grow into one zhang, which is the best time to kill it. But be careful that every time it expands, its strength will increase once."

"good!"

In fact, there is another strange thing in the mind of the ghost immortal. How could such a charge-type human-shaped weapon appear here alone?

The battle began at the next moment, and Yin Dongmei had already spread her arms like a big bird and glided towards the giant god of death.

At the same time, snipers appeared in the transportation team in several other directions away from the warehouse, each of which was closely related to the role played in the war of aggression more than a hundred years ago.

In an instant, as if it had been planned, all those who were looking for the offering were attacked of different sizes.

The Hu family, who was the worst at fighting, was chased by the surrender master, while the Qiao family disciple, known as the shooting wolf, was stopped by a mysterious arrow guest. His outfit was like Japan hundreds of years ago.

City C seemed to have returned to the war a hundred years ago.

The warehouse seemed to have become the center of this dense cloud. In this mid-winter season, there was a thunder sound from time to time. No one knew what kind of situation was like on it, and what kind of enemies did the great immortal masters in the horse fairy encounter.

The outside of the warehouse also became a battlefield, with Grandma Yin, Uncle Jiu, and the living half-immortals fighting. Everyone seemed to have temporarily invited some small immortals to possess them, and the shadows were floating behind them.

At this moment, Uncle Jiu is like the turtle fairy in "Dragon Ball". His originally thin figure was covered by muscles. He held a train track that he found from somewhere and was so whimpering. But his opponent was also very strong, his thin body was like a Gundam covered with steel armor. His seemingly fragile arms could block Uncle Jiu's crazy attack every time. The arms and rails interlaced and made a bang collision sound, which was so scary.

On the other hand, Grandma Yin had sparse hair, each of which was raised high, like a steel needle. What was even more terrifying was that there seemed to be an invisible hand beside her, compressing the snowflakes scattered around her, gravel on the ground, and even invisible air together, forming a crescent moon shape, and the sound of breaking through the air came one after another. Grandma Yin's opponents were also not willing to be outdone, and seemed to be hitting back in the same way.

The remaining living half immortals were also besieging one person. The man seemed to Nezha with three heads and six arms. The difference was that behind the person's neck was not the head of the living person, but two skulls the size of a baby, with red light scattered in the eye sockets. Every time a flashed, a ray of black smoke would be emitted, and the panicked living half immortal would immediately avoid it. The four "arms" on the back were not composed of arm bones or leg bones. It seemed to be waving in a mess, but could easily resist the secret attacks brought by the melee.

"Don't think about killing the enemy! All of them are dead." Uncle Jiu shouted loudly while waving the rails.

Grandma Yin also shouted: "These are all sacrifices to miasma. The stronger we are, they will be as strong as we are."

In the warehouse, these ordinary people were shocked and deeply scared.

Secretary Wang whispered: "What should we do if these people destroy the social system?"

Others dare not speak, and no one knows what to do. Only Secretary Wang talked to himself, but thought in his heart that the major event that "destroyed the four olds" that affected the country. Have the founders also seen the destructive power of such people?

...

Zhao Zihan formed seals with both hands and made mysterious figures. Dots of light leaked down between her fingers like quicksand, and then became more and more dazzling, as bright as stars. Finally, as she waved her hands, a brilliance condensed into three-foot long edges in front of her.

In front of her, the guy who had no hands on his skeleton head was trapped by a circle of strange inspiration, and above his head was the shocking drum constantly twisting? br />

Zhao Zihan suddenly slammed his hand into his heart, and then spit out blood with a slight stain on the long tips condensed in front of him, as if he had a lively aura. The long tip shook.

"Sad Sword Wheel, go!" As Zhao Zihan's voice fell, the three-foot long fronts stained with blood appeared on the bodies of the three-foot long fronts, and then the mysterious light almost smashed the skeleton in front of him in an instant, shattering the flesh and blood body.

Under the whistling wind, blood turned into ice particles, scattered all over the ground.

Zhao Zihan leaned back and fell back, as if she had been drained of the last power by such a spell.

"The Zhao family is just like this." A voice came from not far away, and Zhao Zihan turned his head weakly to look.

"Why? A puppet-like thing makes you pay such a price. Do you think you are still qualified to live? Your master is working hard, right? If you can't borrow a trace of strength, how many times can you kill with your natal essence and blood? Once or twice? Your magic weapon is good, I accept it with a smile." That was a woman, with short silver hair, long windbreaker, leather pants, black sunglasses, and her skin is very white. It's not very authentic in Mandarin.

Zhao Zihan tilted his head and smiled bitterly: "Skills are not as good as humans, life and death are based on fate. Who are you?"

"Me?" The woman stood not far from Zhao Zihan and said, "Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, guess which movie I am? You should already know our existence, right?"

"It's you..." Zhao Zihan seemed to accept her fate and turned her eyes to her head, looking up at the sky. The drum of shock slowly flew above her body and fell down.
Chapter completed!