The Unspeakable Evil God

In the paradise ghost town, numb people were walking on the streets. A bell rang throughout the city. Many people raised their heads slightly. Is there any new way to die? After all, tentacle killing is very popular in the city recently.

Ahem, good afternoon to all struggling people. I am the Lord of the Supreme Paradise City. Today is the tenth anniversary of the opening of this city. I look up to the sky with feelings and compassion in my heart, so I specially held a gratitude and feedback event!

In this event, the Paradise Ghost Town will be divided into five areas. The rule is that 10,000 people must die in each area today. Of course, as a reward, all survivors of this event will receive a Paradise Token!

You heard it right, not 99998, just 9998, take the Paradise Token home, and with just one Paradise Token you can use it to exchange for a chance to avoid death or designate any person or ghost to do anything except death!

And as long as you collect ten Paradise Orders, you can choose to leave the Paradise, or even choose to accept the gift of power and join the management of the Paradise. This will be guaranteed by the integrity of the Paradise! Gagaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay, everyone is getting excited, Oh, let me make a special statement, the paradise order must be earned by yourself to be valid!

Then, cheer and be excited. Such activities will be held regularly. If you participate, you can get the paradise order. This will be a paradise for the strong and a hell for the weak. As long as you can live, power, beauty, strength, and longevity will , everything is available!”

All evil spirits stood in the center of the city, holding a big bronze bell in their hands and clapping it from time to time. The evil eyes on their necks turned and they let out loud laughter. The sound spread through the loudspeaker throughout the city.

The eyes of people who were listening to the announcement with numb faces gradually brightened, and many people's eyes burst with hope and even fire, hope! This is hope, no matter how slim it is!

A cloud of mist rose and died, dividing the entire city into five parts. Most of the people in it had madness and ruthlessness in their eyes. They wanted to live, they wanted to obtain the Paradise Order, and they even wanted to Gain power, so... others must die.

Fear and despair breed greed and madness.

Looking at the ghost town that was starting to come alive, Heath nodded with satisfaction. Not bad, not bad. This approach can not only kill time and have fun, but also select the outstanding ones and turn them into dependents. Why not do it? Woolen cloth?

Hey, another strong person is coming!

After a while, Heath frowned. Under the surveillance of the evil eye, an old guy was slowly walking towards here. He exuded a powerful aura. Was he a strong man from the Chu Kingdom? It makes sense when you think about it. If you hit a small one and calculate the time, it would be normal to get an older one.

By the way, this aura should be that of a so-called ghost-level powerhouse, right?

It's a pity that the guy from Supervisory Sky Pavilion is so dead that his soul has dissipated, and he has no chance to devour his memory. Just in time, let me see what level Da Chu's top combat power is. If the threat is just average, then he doesn't have to No more stubbornness.

Silly man, it's time to start killing!

The evil eye on his neck turned, and Heath gave the order. This time, he didn't want others to destroy the paradise that he regarded as his base camp, so naturally it was better to take the initiative.

The all-spirited evil ghost who was playing with a few mortal flesh balls swallowed the toy in one gulp and let out a roar that shook the sky. There were weird and cruel shrill laughs on their faces. He was extremely excited and stepped on it with both feet. He jumped out high, several times in a row, and jumped out of Paradise City.

boom!

A loud noise sounded in front, and the Ghost Sword Lord stopped in his slow footsteps, tilted his head, listened for a while, and then sniffed.

Is it a little ghost? It's been years since such an evil spirit appeared!

He looked beyond the ferocious spirits and evil spirits and looked at Superstar City from a distance. Even if he couldn't see anything, he could still smell the overwhelming blood and resentment emanating from the city, as well as... a trace of the foul smell of evil spirits.

Sure enough, evil spirits have begun to awaken in the forbidden area... If it is the power of evil spirits, it is no wonder that such a ghost spirit will suddenly be born!

Dark chaos...is coming again!

Speaking of the Ghost Sword Master, Gujing Wubo's face showed a trace of sadness, and his calm tone contained a hint of resentment.

Heath, who had been staring at the old guy, narrowed his eyes. The smell of evil spirits? What does dark turmoil mean? Are you talking about him? Have the natives of this world seen other evil things? Heath couldn't help but think of the evil spirit in this world.

Interesting, does it seem like this old guy knows a lot? Must be captured alive!

The all-spirited evil spirit roared angrily, and its imposing figure rushed forward with a strong murderous aura. This little human dared to ignore it, which made it even more angry. It must crush this old guy into meat balls and eat it. Lose.

Demons and monsters!

The Ghost Sword Master withdrew his gaze, whispered, and stretched out his hand.

Sword...come

The long black sword behind it was shaking crazily, and the sword reflected hundreds or thousands of evil faces. They crowded together, cursed and roared, and the strong death energy of different evil auras boiled, and darkness swallowed up this ghost sword.

With a roar, the ghost sword wrapped in death energy turned into a ghost dragon several meters long, carrying an aura that was as fierce as any evil spirit. It collided with it head-on. The two fell into a hand-to-hand fight for a while, and the ghost sword Zun stood behind, waving his fingers indifferently.

It's this damn Ghost Sword Art again, but the ability to use it seems to be more than one level better than the last guy!

Heath quietly looked at the fight. Although the opponent's moves were different, the essence could not be changed. UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.net He naturally recognized it. The memories of those extraordinary people also have this information. This is Supervisor Tian The famous Ghost Sword Jue in the Pavilion is praised as being extremely domineering, and it seems that it is also said to be the backbone of the human race!

By the way, there aren’t a lot of guys in this world who have practiced this kind of life-threatening sword technique, right? Heath couldn't help but frown. If this were the case, the bones of this world would be a bit difficult to chew.

Aren't you willing to take action? Forget it, today I will kill this ghost first, and then I will kill you, the culprit!

Ghost Sword Jue - Second Style - Step by Step to Hell!

The Ghost Sword Master stretched out his right hand, and the ghost dragon roared angrily, flew back from the fight, and swallowed the old man's arm in one gulp. The next moment, black lines exuding deathly energy crawled out along the face, the same ghost-like appearance. magic.

The Ghost Sword Master's aura surged in an instant, and his appearance also changed rapidly, as if time was reversed, from old age to middle age. He has no regrets about this. When dealing with an evil spirit in a restricted area, one cannot be too cautious. , he is already very old.

If this old bone can drag away an evil spirit before it dies, this old man's life will be worth it!

Everyone can find evil spirits and kill them!

His right arm turned into a deathly ghost sword. The Ghost Sword Master whispered, and the aura of death and decay exploded. His whole body turned into a black sword light, passing through the evil ghost in a flash. The Ghost Sword Master's right arm Dragging the blade, he walked towards the ghost town in silence, without looking back.

All the evil ghosts were stunned in place, and all the ghostly faces had frozen expressions. They seemed to have a little relief. Countless spider web-like cracks were broken on their bodies, and finally they turned into a ball of resentment and dissipated from the world.

This sword of death extinguished all the resentment of this immortal and difficult spirit.

There is no need to complain about the dead!