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

Curse the king of hell.

"..."

Extremely anxious.

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

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

And at this time.

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

Shen Jian turned and left.

The old magician's expression changed.

Startled and stunned.

Group of ghosts:......

Another purple arc appeared in Shen Jian's palm.

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

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

Very oppressive.

At this time.

Not long after.

Everyone present's eyes widened.

The other party seems to want to use these things to curse themselves.

Shen Jian's face was expressionless.

After all, the one 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 obediently.

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

"Come."

…

The Taixiao Thunder shot out with bursts of thunder.

Shen Jian took out something from his body.

You are so arrogant.

Correspondingly, the same senses came from his arms.

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

"Run quickly, he is coming this way."

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

Naturally, the treatment cannot be the same.

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

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

He is a member of the Daxia Longque branch.

Qian Kuan said sharply.

Shen Jian said while pulling Tai Xiaolei:

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

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

Are you just fucking cheating?

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

He has never experienced such a wealthy battle.

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

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.

"Ahhhhh!"

"Ahhh!"

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

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

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 dogs.

After a slight shock.

A bloody yellow charm is affixed to the scarecrow's back.

Shen Jian walked over step by step.

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

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

"Do you want her dead?"

As long as it's true.

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

Obviously.

This is too fast.

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 underworld King of Hell?

See the situation.

…

"Whoa whoa whoa!"

The angel is dead!

Everyone was frightened.

The scene before my eyes.

A look of shock appeared on his face.

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

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

Just because the young man in front of me 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.

What made him stunned and speechless was...

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

For a moment, the atmosphere seemed tragic.

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

A deep Twilight voice sounded.

Shen Jian glanced away.

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."
Chapter completed!