Section 61, strong enemy appears and blood sacrifice [4]

In C city, southwest, next to a square 5.2 kilometers from the warehouse, three trucks carrying livestock collided. The driver seemed to fall asleep at the same time and fell into a coma in the driving position. Several little soldiers with live ammunition either lay on their stomachs or lay motionless on the ground, and the sound of even breathing came one after another. One by one, they were like nightmares, and their faces were full of all kinds of fear.

At this time, only one girl looked at all this coldly, with a pure gray breath rolling on her body, which was colder and purer than the north wind, forming strange rings around her.

Yin Dongmei, a single disciple of the Yin family, and the direct granddaughter of the Yin mother-in-law.

Represented by the unique ghosts and immortals in the northeast, the pure ghost spirit is the most unique atmosphere of this person. Even the fat Zhao Lei's family, which is dominated by ghosts, is unmatched by the purity. After all, the two are different. One is to control ghosts, and the other is to worship. A master and a servant are born upside down and form their own unique system.

"The nightmare bug, one of the most famous black magic in the West. Do even Westerners come to participate? This is not a source of family learning, just because the ghosts and immortals served by the Yin family have thousands of years of Taoism. After experiencing the First World War, they have an unforgettable memory of those Western invaders.

The Yin family is also the only 'master' who must be around. Naturally speaking is the ghost fairy who has been doing Taoism for thousands of years.

Ghost fairy is not a ghost. It is a life born from faith in ghost gas. It is a unique life formed after carrying, absorbing and learning through generations. It is different from ghosts, but born from ghosts.

In the winter, the plum willow eyebrows were upside down, and the feet were held up by a gust of ghost wind, suspended above the cab of the car, looking high and looking around.

The wind and snow began to rage, and there seemed to be an invisible net that pressed the black clouds over the city. The clouds were getting thicker and thicker. The original day was like night at this moment, which was gloomy and terrible. The surrounding residents were scared by this horrible environment for a long time and dared not go out. The usual leisure square has long been rare, and even the swings not far away can only make a creaking sound according to the wind.

A man in a long hat and a robe came slowly from a distance, and every step was so slow, not impatient.

But with each step landing, it can always slightly cause the vibration of the ground, like an ancient giant, making the ground make clusters of vibrations.

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

"Master, it seems that we are not the only one who was attacked." Yin Dongmei raised her head and locked her eyes to the east, where a familiar breath disappeared in an instant, as if it was covered in some kind of boundary.

"Handle the things here with peace of mind. I believe your friends can handle it well." The ghost fairy said.

"Don't worry, the people of the Zhao family, the Qiao family and the Hu family do not have fuel-efficient lamps. It's just that why do these people appear at this time? Yin Dongmei put her eyes on the giant god of death again.

"It's nothing more than immortality. In the war more than a hundred years ago, we found that there was a behind-the-scenes black hand driving all this. Whether it is the magic of the West or the branch of the East, there seems to be a little connection. Behind them must be There is a secret. Get ready, Dongmei. We all feel the opportunity of heaven and earth. It's a great opportunity to appear.

"Master, let me do it this time. I can't be protected by you forever." Yin Dongmei narrowed her eyes, but there was an ice-like expression on her beautiful face.

"Good. This kind of thing is not very strong. If it's the arrival of the Western Death, you can make do with it. Strangely, this little thing doesn't have such a strong breath. It's good for you to exercise well. The ghost fairy flew back about half a foot, and a pair of short, thick and chubby arms waved in the air several times.

At the same time, Yin Dongmei held her breath and said, "The ghost world, the spiritual land of the fairy family, borrow my divine power. Come on."

The next moment, the ghost fairy turned into a gray smoke ball and integrated into the body of Yin Dongmei. The voice of the ghost fairy came from her ear: "Little girl, I won't help you until the moment of life and death. Remember that this kind of thing can only fight close to the body. Under its clothes is forcibly compressed body, and every injury will expand once. If the injury is too serious, it will grow to about ten feet, which is the best time to kill it. But be careful that every time it expands, its strength will improve once.

"Good!"

In fact, there is another strange thing in the heart of the ghost fairy. How can this charge-type humanoid weapon appear here alone?

The battle began the next moment, and Yin Dongmei had glided in the direction of the giant god of death with open arms like a big bird.

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

In an instant, as if planned, all the people looking for sacrifices were attacked by different sizes.

The Hu family, who was the least good at fighting, was hunted down by the head master, and the disciples of the Qiao family, known as the shooting Sirius, were stopped by a mysterious archer, dressed like Dongying hundreds of years ago.

For a while, City C seems to return to the war a hundred years ago.

The top of the warehouse seems to have become the center of this dense cloud. In this winter season, there is a thunder from time to time. No one knows what kind of situation it is, and what kind of enemies the immortal masters in the immortals have encountered.

And the outside of the warehouse has also become a battlefield. Mother-in-law, Uncle Jiu, and those living semi-immortals are all fighting. Everyone seems to have temporarily invited some little immortals, and the virtual shadow behind him is suspended.

At this moment, Uncle Jiu is like a turtle fairy in Dragon Ball. His originally thin figure has long been covered by muscles, holding a train track found somewhere. But his opponent is also very strong. His thin body is like Gundam full of steel armor. The seemingly fragile arm can block Uncle Jiu's crazy attack every time. The arm and the track are intertwined to make a banging collision sound, which is not scary.

On the other side, the yin mother-in-law is originally thin hair, and each one is raised high, like a steel needle. What's more frightening is that there seems to be a pair of invisible hands around her, compressing the scattered snowflakes, the gravel on the ground, and even the invisible air together to form the shape of crescents, and the sound of breaking the air comes one after another. The woman's opponent is also unwilling to show weakness, as if she is fighting back in the same way.

The remaining living half-immortal is also besieging a person. The man is like Nezha's three heads and six arms. The difference is that the back of the man's neck is not the head of a living person, but two baby-sized skulls, and there is red light in his eyes. Every time it flashes, there will always be a black smoke, and the panicked living fairy will immediately dodge. The four 'arms' on the back, which can't be said to be composed of arm bones or leg bones, seem to be waving disorderly, but they can easily resist the secret attack brought by the melee.

"Don't think about killing the enemy! It's all dead here." Uncle Jiu waved the rails and shouted loudly.

The yin mother-in-law also shouted, "These are all sacrifices. They will be as strong as we are."

In the warehouse, these ordinary people were stunned and scared.

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

Other people dare not speak, and no one knows what to do. Only Secretary Wang said to himself, but he thought of the major event that affected this country. Have the founders ever seen the destructive power of such people?

......

Zhao Zihan printed with his hands and made mysterious graphics. A little light leaked between her fingers like fasting sand, and then became more and more bright, as bright as stars. Finally, with the wave of her hands, a brilliant one condensed into a three-foot long front in front of her.

And in front of her, the guy with no hands and a skull head is trapped by a circle of strange spiritual light, and above its head is constantly beating with a thrilling drum.

Zhao Zihan turned his hand and suddenly hit his heart. However, he spit out blood and stained the long light-like front condensed in front of him, which seemed to have a flexible atmosphere all of a sudden. The long front shakes.

"Sad sword wheel, go!" As Zhao Zihan's voice fell, an image of a beating heart appeared on the three-foot long fronts stained with blood, and then the mysterious light almost smashed the skeleton in front of him in an instant, together with the flesh and blood body.

Under the roar of the strong wind, the blood turned into a grain of ice, crackling and scattered all over the ground.

Zhao Zihan looked up and fell back, as if he had been drained by the last force by such a spell.

"The Zhao family is nothing more than that." A voice came from not far away, and Zhao Zihan turned his head weakly.

"What? A puppet-like thing makes you pay such a price. Do you think you still have the right 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 own blood? Once? Or twice? Your magic weapon is good. I'm laughing at it. It was a woman with short silver hair, a long windbreaker, leather trousers, black sunglasses, and white skin. Mandarin is not very authentic.

Zhao Zihan tilted his head and smiled bitterly: "The skill is not as good as human beings. Life and death are up to fate. Who are you?"

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

"Sure enough, it's you..." Zhao Zihan seemed to accept his fate and turned his eyes to his head and looked up at the sky. The thrilling drum slowly flew over her body and fell down.

"Don't you have the mind to resist? What a vulnerable person." The woman said lightly, her tone full of pride.