Chapter 274 The coming of ghosts and gods

Chaos continues.

The murderous god with a fleshy face and scars on his face was also on the way to escape.

He just wanted to curse in his heart.

He was disturbed by the constant wails, screams, and sounds of fear on the battlefield.

On normal days, he would have torn these people's mouths to pieces.

They couldn't even say a word.

But at this time.

He just hated that he didn't bring enough members of the Fallen Angels organization.

"Damn it, what the hell is going on! Is the underworld the one I know? Isn't this fake news? How could the underworld that has disappeared for so many years be revived at this time?"

The God of Killing murmured.

A red line appeared on their ankles.

then.

The head of the Killing God was also twisted 180 degrees.

And it's not just him.

Collect puzzle pieces of ghosts and gods to piece together the bodies of ghosts and gods. Each time he finds a puzzle piece, he can get a special reward. Until the ghosts and gods are completely revived, he can become the dependent of the ghosts and gods.

Dozens of people walked towards Bixian with stiff steps and pale faces.

Ghosts call people, ghosts kick people, and ghosts hit people.

Each one is like mourning his heir.

She snorted coldly.

It is the ability of the ghost trumpet controlled by Bi Xian.

If you go to a crowded place, escape into it.

It was obviously a beautiful face, but the Killing God only felt horrified at this moment.

Not only because of the death of the God of Slaughter, but also because of the four fierce ghosts in front of him.

The speed of the ghost realm's spread cannot be matched by other ghosts.

You are so duplicitous.

thump.

It was as if it had just been dismembered from the body.

He screamed in fear.

The next moment.

One of the powerful ghosts he controls, Ghost Heart, can temporarily resist this all-pervasive supernatural power.

This is a kind of mortal supernatural being.

"It's dead, and the killing is actually dead."

That was the voice of the God of Poison, and it sounded a bit like the voice of the God of Blood and Tears. He turned his head subconsciously, but the moment he turned his head, he realized something was wrong.

Click.

Said.

A head filled with fear rolled down.

He couldn't guarantee that he could escape unscathed from just one top-notch red-clothed ghost. With four of them, unless the twelve divine envoys of the Fallen Angel Organization were all present, the result would be the same for everyone.

A top ghost king arrived so suddenly.

The unprovoked charming laughter echoed on the battlefield again.

The Poison God Envoy did not hesitate.

It is impossible for the God of Gu Poison and Blood and Tears to cross the battlefield and call him.

The fourth kind of supernatural.

It was what he got when he entered a four-star dungeon.

It is one of the puzzles controlled by Bi Xian: ghosts and people.

"Hmph, shameless, I don't need that person's reward."

"Ghost Bride, let me go, and tell your husbands that I will never step foot here again from now on, and I will not tell anyone about anything here, otherwise don't blame me for dying with you."

No chance.

"Keke, have you seen your own head?"

The God of Slaughter looked horrified.

What is even more frightening is that what is coming to this human body is probably the will of a ghost or god.

Is my head really still there?

As soon as this idea appeared.

Then Bixian put his hand on someone's shoulder, and that person died immediately.

"Zhang San."

As long as you abide by all the rules of the psychic game and finally send Bi Xian away, this supernatural game is not threatening at all.

A shrill scream sounded.

The sound of heartbeats continued to spread, and even Bixian's ghost trumpet was somewhat dispelled.

Another urban legend.

The Ghost Bride watched as her four supernatural puzzle pieces erupted into supernatural beings, harvesting the lives of these people piece by piece.

Done all this.

Suddenly stopped.

He put his hands on the head and pulled it out gently.

Just looking at the present, he saw three kinds of supernatural beings in Bixian.

The Poison Divine Envoy's hand has been subconsciously placed on his head, as if he is straightening and adjusting.

See the situation.

The Angel of Slaughter saw this.

He can only use other people's lives to help him delay time.

She was determined to kill this human being.

The God of Blood and Tears roared.

The voice is like a spring breeze, charming to the bones.

I can't figure it out.

The pen fairy is roaring.

Bang bang bang!

The heartbeat of the Killing God became louder and louder, louder and deeper, with a strange frequency.

Bixian opened his mouth, his voice was shrill and hysterical, as if a ghost was threatening him.

The God of Blood and Tears took out a severed finger.

…

The whole person fell to the ground due to inertia.

However, when he turned around, he only saw Bixian's head.

Others also heard the shouts of familiar people.

"Sister, do you think there is a possibility that as long as we perform the best in this battle, our husband will reward us?"

The expansion of the ghost realm cannot be escaped with human speed.

Lost your head?

When did their heads fall off?

The members of the Fallen Angel organization, who were desperately trying to escape, were stunned in place.

Far more terrifying than other urban ghost stories.

The whole place was dead silent.
To be continued...