It seems that the being in the sarcophagus can no longer hide his body after all.
Accompanied by a cold snort.
The sarcophagus suddenly opened, and a strong, bald man sat up from the coffin, staring at the old ghost with cold eyes.
It was obvious that this guy was in a very bad mood.
Wang Ye saw the bald head from a distance and was stunned for a moment with a strange expression.
This guy...
He can't be Xiao Wu's brother.
This figure is exactly the same.
The Buddha's shadow behind the bald head merged into his body, and he slapped the old ghost from the air.
A tiger roared.
The old ghost's body exploded to pieces in an instant, but several streams of blood entangled from the shattered body and quickly merged again.
This time, it seemed that the origin of the old ghost was hurt. The ghost energy in his body was somewhat shaken away, and the blood flow became even thinner.
Soon, the blood flow dispersed and turned into droplets of blood, shooting towards the bald head like thousands of arrows.
The energy fluctuated continuously for a while.
The tyrannical aura is wanton.
After all, the bald monk seemed to be stronger. There was not much blood left for the old ghost to survive. His body was broken in many places and he fled in a hurry.
The bald head stared at the old ghost's departing figure with cold eyes, and let out a long roar, like a tiger's roar. The sarcophagus closed again, and everything returned to silence.
"It's my turn..."
Wang Ye silently drew out his ghost knife and chased after the old ghost's escape.
…
"Another one?"
In the wasteland and ruins, the middle-aged man in white robe seemed to sense something. He suddenly raised his head, looked at a certain location and said.
"Fuhu?"
"Still weak."
The middle-aged man in white robe smiled, got up and walked away.
With every step he took, the figure would instantly move hundreds of meters away and disappear in the blink of an eye.
...
The old ghost was surprisingly cautious and ran for more than ten miles before stopping.
This move...
It doesn't look like a ghost either.
Wang Ye calmly touched it from behind. When he was still a few hundred meters away from the old ghost, he saw a cyan line floating out of the old ghost's body.
Spread far and wide.
It's just that the green line looks very ethereal and fluctuates very frequently, which should be the reason why the old ghost was injured.
Wang Ye raised the Ghost Sword, and for a moment it seemed as if he had left the original venue and was in a strange space. There was nothing in front of him except this green line.
Concentrating all the energy on the Ghost Sword, Wang Ye aimed at the green line and slashed hard!
The line suddenly collapsed.
Then it almost broke.
The figure of the old ghost was trembling violently on the spot, his eyes filled with fear. He kept looking around and finally found Wang Ye's figure.
But when he looked at Wang Ye, his eyes were a little confused.
Obviously, he didn't recognize Wang Ye at the first time.
However, this did not stop him from running away.
"Sure enough, isn't it a ghost?"
Wang Ye sneered: "I'm not a ghost, but you still dare to mess with me in the ancient domain!"
Wang Ye let out a low roar and aimed at the green line again to strike.
The green line swayed.
Only a trace remains, still connected.
The old ghost gradually ran away, and the green line disappeared.
Wang Ye carried the Ghost Sword and followed behind the old ghost, biting him to death.
Seriously injured, the old ghost's speed became slower and slower, but Wang Ye continued to speed up.
One knife.
Another knife.
I didn't bother with the green line anymore.
Wang Ye's ghost sword kept slashing at the old ghost's back.
Under the influence of the unique ability of the Ghost Sword, the old ghost's body would tremble with every blow, and he was already on the verge of a death struggle, and his face became increasingly pale.
finally...
He couldn't help it.
"Who are you!"
He still didn't stop and let out a roar.
"I am your father!"
Wang Ye said lightly, and then stabbed him smoothly, with good control of the force.
do not kill.
Only hurt.
It hurts...
"I have no grudge against you!"
The old ghost's voice sounded a little impatient!
"What, don't you pretend to be a ghost anymore?"
"You act more like me."
"Aren't you eating corpses? Are you still playing with blood?"
"When we were in the ancient domain, you still wanted to eat me!"
"Come on, I'm right here!"
Every word Wang Ye speaks will inevitably be accompanied by the cold light of the Ghost Sword.
At this time, the old ghost's back was already scarred.
"Ancient Domain?"
"It's you!"
"Friend, it's all a misunderstanding!"
"Let me go, and I will be grateful in the future!"
"And if you kill me, the consequences will be serious. The people behind me will not let you go!"
The old ghost screamed and threatened.
"It really scared me to death!"
"Does every person who is about to die bring in rescue troops to threaten others?"
"Since there is no Buddhist Kingdom behind you, there is only Heaven. Why are you pretending to be mysterious with me here!"
Wang Ye slashed hard, and the old ghost finally stopped escaping and was knocked to the ground.
Wang Ye stood beside him holding the Ghost Sword, and said calmly: "Those who are almost dead, please leave a name."
"But to be honest, there are so many resuscitated guys."
"You are the weakest I have ever seen."
The old ghost's face was distorted, and his eyes looking at Wang Ye were full of resentment: "Kill if you want, don't talk so much nonsense!"
"good!"
With a sneer on his face, Wang Ye pointed his knife at the old ghost's head and chopped it off.
"etc!"
result...
The old ghost's expression of one who would rather die than surrender disappeared instantly: "I am a member of the heaven, but from now on, I am not! I want to live."
"give me a chance!"
The Ghost Sword in Wang Ye's hand paused in mid-air, and he asked calmly: "How can you prove your worth?"
"How much do you know about Heaven?"
The old ghost rolled his eyes: "So many, so many!"
"oh."
Wang Ye nodded, then took out the fire lamp from the cloth bag, rolled up the flame, and put it away.
"It's too tiring to argue with an old guy like you."
"Let's leave it to Zhang Ziliang."
"I hope you can live well under his affection!"
After saying that, Wang Ye took back the ghost knife, and the mail truck automatically drove next to him, got in, and left.
The feeling of revenge...
Still cool.
Wang Ye breathed a sigh of relief, returned to the Wasteland Ghost Market, and sold the remaining items in his hands using the old method.
For a time, Wang Ye's stall could be said to be a best-seller.
Just before Wang Ye left, he faintly noticed a bunch of ghosts in the distance, seemingly chasing him, holding in his hands all the supernatural items he had just sold.
Headed by...
It's the mourning ghost in mourning clothes.
"You reacted so quickly?"
Wang Ye was startled for a moment, then quickly got into the mail truck and stepped on the accelerator.
So scary!
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