Something strange is coming? Fortunately, I am the King of Hell of the Tenth Palace

Lefa Taixiao.

When Shen Jian said these words.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

Everyone was vaguely aware that the sky had changed.

Heavy dark clouds came down.

A faint roar could be heard, as if there was muffled thunder.

then.

Shen Jian waved his hand, and a purple electric light suddenly appeared out of thin air. An electric arc shot out from his palm and hit the woman who made the sound.

There was a loud bang.

Accompanied by screams that came to an abrupt end.

The red-clad female ghost exploded directly.

The bodies of colored paper were scattered on the ground, and on the burnt black paper, there were purple electric arcs swimming like small snakes, leaving terrifying energy fluctuations.

Only the face-covering man and the ghost baby were affected by the aftermath of the explosion. At this moment, half of their bodies were gone, and they were knocked against the wall of the ancestral hall, crying sadly.

Ahhh!

Whoa whoa whoa!

It was clearly a body made of colored paper, but at this moment it reacted like an ordinary ghost.

It was creepy and a bit shocking at the same time.

this moment.

The scene was eerily quiet, with only the cry of the ghost baby and the wailing of the face-covering, miserable and loud.

Everyone present's eyes widened.

The mouth can almost fit a goose egg.

A look of shock appeared on his face.

My heart was completely covered with horrifying emotions.

We haven't leveled a yet, so you opened it up on the spot?

Oh no.

Are you just fucking cheating?

Looking at this scene, everyone felt like they were dying.

Just because the young man in front of him exudes a surging aura. This aura does not seem to be supernatural and cold, but is filled with brilliant heavenly power. There are faint purple arcs swaying in his hands, and his heart beats powerfully, making a thunderous sound. , like a fairy in the sky.

That is Shen.

Do not look directly.

Everyone was trembling with fear.

You can use your special effects to fuck the God King.

Use it to deal with a group of newcomers like us?

And at this time.

Shen Jian slowly raised his hand.

Tai Xiao.

Another terrifying purple electric arc shot out that was so terrifying that it would disappear if it tried.

The face-covering man who had lost half of his body no longer cried or covered his face. He had a frightened ghost face, and he tried his best to dodge, but was still caught up by the purple arc. The whole body transformed from the colored paper turned into coke.

Shen Jian's face was expressionless.

No heartache at all.

Because these paper-man ghosts are not even complete ghosts at all, they are just supernatural clones of the ghosts and cannot go to the eighteenth level of hell to serve their sentences.

In other words.

Although there are many ghosts present, the only ones who can really provide Yin Qi are the two four-star players in the distance and a few official members.

Another purple electric light shot out...

Thunder flashed and loud noises roared.

For a while.

The entire entrance to the ancestral hall became a mess, and the terrifying aura of the paper-man ghosts was wiped out, and they all started to dodge like crazy.

If anyone fails to dodge in time, they will be blown to pieces immediately.

Run quickly, he's coming this way.

Hide there.

Oh shit, it hurts so much, my hand is broken.

Ahhhhh!

...

at this time.

The scene was completely reversed.

Shen Jian, who was trapped in a certain death situation, was like a god descending into the world. The purple divine thunder that terrified the ghosts was released from his palm, exploding into a large area.

Even the red-clothed paper-man Li Gui couldn't hold on, let alone other ghosts.

Not long after.

The fleeing Tsing Yi-level ghost roared angrily: We can't go on like this. Just hiding is useless.

Yes, fight this human being.

He is too murderous. If this continues, we will all die.

Have you noticed? He can only emit an arc every time, and he has no protection. As long as we can successfully get close to him, we have a chance.

Half of my body was blown away, so I'll be used as bait.

It's up to you, brothers.

The ghosts were furious.

For a moment, the atmosphere seemed tragic.

Shen Jian said while pulling Tai Xiaolei:

I advise you not to be impulsive, so you can live longer.

Boom boom boom——!

Away from seven steps, my thunder is fast. Within seven steps, it is fast and accurate.

Group of ghosts:......

Boom boom boom!

The roaring thunder continued to sound one after another.

The number of paper ghosts is getting smaller and smaller.

It's no longer possible, brothers, I can't stand it anymore, I'm withdrawing.

You withdraw? Then I will withdraw too.

You all retreat? Then why should I stand in the way?

For a while.

All the evil ghosts stopped moving, turned back into human paper, and returned to the new members of the Fallen Angel Organization.

Even the trump cards played by the feminine man turned back into colored paper one by one.

Feminine man:......

His face fell completely.

No one thought that the young man in front of him could be so secretive. The purple thunder and lightning that shot out was definitely not the supernatural power of a ghost.

On the contrary, it is more like the legendary thunder method.

In this world, are there still humans who can use lightning?

Are you a Heavenly Master from the Heavenly Master's Mansion? How is this possible? The Lei Fa thing has been proven to be fake. Longhu Mountain, Maoshan, Zhengyi Sect, Quanzhen Sect, these are all fake. How is it possible for you? Knows the thunder method.

The feminine man drank coldly.

He couldn't believe this.

After all, if these sects still have special abilities, how could the authorities leave them alone, and why would supernatural events continue to occur? All the evidence shows that there is no power in this world that can fight against evil spirits.

Shen Jian walked over step by step.

Full of oppression.

Whether it is Lei Fa or not, you will know if you try it.

Another purple arc appeared in Shen Jian's palm.

It is true that there is no power in this world that can fight against the evil ghosts, but what does this world have to do with the King of Hell?

See this.

The feminine man raised his head, his face seemed to be like a paper man, and his mouth made a sound that did not sound like a living person.

I have seen your death. You died...so miserably.

He opened his mouth and made a strange and penetrating sound.

A mysterious force came.

Want Shen Jian to die a violent death.

Shen Jian's face was expressionless: I have also seen your death state. Your whole body was charred and black, and a big hole exploded in your chest. You will die with your eyes open.

The words fell.

Taixiao Lei shot out with bursts of thunder.

Boom——!

The terrifying sounds were continuous.

The dazzling electric light lights up the village.

The members of the Fallen Angel organization who kept retreating were trembling all over and sweating profusely.

He couldn't help but think of the death that Shen Jian had just predicted.

The scene before my eyes.

It is indeed a prophecy.

But only for the first half of the sentence.

He said that he had seen the death of a divine envoy, with his chest exploding and dying. But now, instead of his chest exploding, his whole body was obviously exploding, leaving only some incomplete, blackened fingers, and pieces of flesh flying out.

The angel is dead!

Everyone was frightened.

He wanted to run away, but he was afraid of facing Shen Jian's palm thunder.

They all stood in place, their hands and feet limp.

Little boy, you are still careless.

At this time.

A deep Twilight voice sounded.

I saw another fallen angel organization's divine envoy, the old master, arriving behind Shen Jian at some unknown time, with a strange smile on his face.

He seemed to be walking in the shadows. One hand had already pulled off a piece of Shen Jian's clothes, and he wanted to leave with a strange smile.

The other party seemed to want to use these things to curse himself.

Shen Jian glanced indifferently.

Take a look.

Just grab the opponent's wrist tightly.

The old magic stick's expression changed.

What left him stunned and speechless.

Shen Jian took out something from his body.

next moment.

A copy of his ID card was photographed on his face, along with a small section of hair, a two-inch photo, and a drop of blood that was saved from unknown time. These things were all placed in a sealed bag and thrown away. On the face of the old magic stick.

Come.

Curse me.

Leave this sentence behind.

Shen Jian let go of the other party and began to clean up the fallen angel organization members here one by one.

He said it.

These people will be sentenced to despair in hell.

Of course, we must abide by the agreement.

…

the other side.

After a slight shock.

The old magic stick laughed sinisterly, stepped back, picked up the magic tools in the bag, and couldn't help but sigh, he met a fool.

Although this man is strong, he is a reckless man with no brains.

If you have some strength, you will be too arrogant.

You must know that in the world of supernatural beings, the most taboo thing is for others to get personal belongings, because no one knows what kind of supernatural beings will affect them.

Even a four-star player may die from inexplicable supernatural power.

unfortunately.

This is what he has.

curse.

This person clearly saw through his intentions, but still took the initiative to give away his personal belongings. He really didn't know what to do.

Although, he was also puzzled by this person's behavior of carrying a copy of his identity and hair and blood with him.

But what the heck.

As long as it's true.

The old magic stick took out a little man made of straw, put Shen Jian's hair on the scarecrow's head, dripped blood, and wrapped the corners of his clothes around the scarecrow's body.

Then he wrote six words on a blood-stained yellow talisman.

From the copy of his identity, he could only calculate six characters of his birth date, but that was enough.

He has never had such a rich battle.

After all, the person who can let him cast a curse must be an opponent that he cannot face directly, and the opponent will not let him get these things.

And the little kid in front of me gave these things away.

With such a complete curse, no matter which four-star player falls under it, he will die.

The evil spirit inside the body cannot be saved either.

At this time, Shen Jian, who was busy collecting ghosts, turned around and said, At the second quarter of the day, I only write six good horoscopes. It's not unlucky, so I added them all.

Old God Stick:...

He couldn't help but be stunned for a while.

I still underestimated you.

You are so arrogant.

Hehehe, little brother is so brave.

The old magic stick smiled and praised.

I feel more and more that this little kid is a loser.

The eight characters are perfect.

A bloody yellow talisman is taped to the scarecrow's back.

Supernatural effect.

The scarecrow emitted terrifying supernatural fluctuations, the blood soaked into it, the hair was firmly attached to the top of the head, and the corners of the clothes formed a piece of clothing.

slowly.

The scarecrow looks more and more like a human being.

Although that face is still made of straw, no matter who looks at it, they will exclaim, isn't that Shen Jian!

Obviously.

The scarecrow has become Shen Jian's life-related object.

Once the scarecrow is damaged, the same symptoms will appear on Shen's body.

go to hell.

The old magic stick looked fierce, pushed the scarecrow to the ground, and broke his head off.

If it were any other opponent, he would torture him in various ways.

But this little boy is too reckless. No one can guarantee that if he is not killed immediately, the other party will try his best to use his thunder method and pull him along to support him.

In the dark, a terrifying supernatural force descended.

The old magic stick was smiling proudly.

next moment.

Ahhhhh!

He let out a hysterical scream.

The moment he broke the scarecrow's head, the skin on his body began to crack, and his head was squeezed and deformed by an invisible force. He knelt on the ground and scratched his chest, as if he wanted to claw out his heart and lungs.

He screamed with all his strength, as if he had been tortured from the eighteenth level of hell.

Monster, you monster.

The dignified four-star player seemed to have seen something terrifying and abnormal at this moment, and he was shouting like crazy.

Shen Jian glanced over.

Ridiculous.

Shen Jian was not surprised by all this.

Curse the king of hell.

Since the other party wants to die, he will naturally make it happen.

So far.

All the members of the Fallen Angel organization who gathered here were caught in one fell swoop.

Hundreds of ghosts were escorted by Yin messengers and sent to the underworld.

Shen Jian took his scarecrow, let go of resistance, and pinched himself.

Correspondingly, the same senses came from his arms.

Moved somewhere again.

Hiss, I actually feel it.

Shen Jian was thoughtful.

Thought of a new usage.

It's such a waste to use this kind of scarecrow that can be connected to the senses to curse people and kill people.

This is obviously an excellent tool to improve the life of a couple.

He also wants the supernatural power of this fierce ghost.

…

at last.

Shen Jian looked specifically at the thin woman he bypassed, Zhang Yumeng's friend, Tang Zi.

The reason why he was able to find this place was thanks to this woman.

Naturally, the treatment cannot be the same.

Do you want her to die?

Shen Jian touched the old yellow dog's head and looked at the little girl on the old yellow dog's back.

The little girl stared blankly at the scene in front of her.

Bewildered.

She knew that the demon in front of her had killed her family, but she didn't understand what hatred was, nor what revenge was.

She only knew that seeing this demon begging for mercy gave her a sense of pleasure.

Uncle, does everything disappear when a person dies?

The little girl was confused and confused.

No, death is the beginning.

Shen Jian said casually.

Uncle, please send her away.

laugh.

Before Tang Zi could ask for mercy, Shen Jian took the broken dancing sword and chopped off her head without looking back.

The sword was so fast that after cutting off the head, the blood did not spurt out immediately, but flowed down the head.

During the whole process, Zhang Yumeng remained silent.

Come on, I have a place just right for you.

Shen Jian turned and left.

This fierce old yellow dog is very special.

Although he has become a fierce ghost, he still maintains the instinct of loyalty. This instinct has even suppressed the law of killing.

And the little girl in front of her has become a ghost controller in another sense.

It is not affected by the resurrection of the evil ghost, but can also rely on the supernatural power of the evil ghost.

This kind of case is too rare.

He needs to be included.

…

at the same time.

Qingshi Expressway Intersection.

A convoy passed quickly.

These people were wearing uniform black coats, and under their peaked caps, their eyes were cold and catchy, making people shudder.

He is a member of the Daxia Longque branch.

In particular, there were three men sitting in one of the cars.

All are Samsung players.

Not only is he a ghost controller, he is also responsible for the security issues of Qing City.

Inside the intercom.

Qian Kuan's voice sounded: Don't be careless. According to the information we have received, members of the Fallen Angel Organization have gathered in a small village on the outskirts. The situation is very dangerous and we need your support as soon as possible.

Instructor Qian, where is that Yama? Didn't you notify us? This group of fallen angel organization members will hold a blood sacrifice, and a divine envoy will probably arrive by then. We cannot withstand a supernatural attack from a four-star player.

One of the ghost masters said.

We have to stop it even if we can't. If we escape from their blood sacrifice today, those mad dogs smelling blood will come again, and Qingshi will be completely finished by then.

Qian Kuan said sharply.

At the same time, he looked at his phone anxiously.

He had just tried calling Shen Jian, but there was no response.

It's okay if I just don't have time for the time being.

He was afraid that the other party had already entered the thriller game, and in that case, he would not be able to get out in a short time.

I have tried to contact Yama and will tell you as soon as there is any situation, but you must step up now. Even a divine envoy cannot ignore your attack. I do not ask you to catch each other, as long as you Just force them back so they can't escape smoothly.

Qian Kuanzheng said.

I heard an exclamation coming from the intercom.

No, there's something wrong.

A ghost car is coming at a high speed, and there is an old yellow dog following behind it. It's a ghost.

Be alert, be alert, we may be discovered.

Listening to these exclamations, Qian Kuan's heart tightened.

Distraught.

Did you meet the members of the Fallen Angel Organization so soon?

This is too fast.

This group of ghost masters is the future pillar of Qingshi.

Once it breaks, Qingshi will suffer heavy losses.

Think of this.

Qian Kuan was even more anxious.

Mr. Shen, where are you? Qingshi needs you.