Ye Zhen and Qin Ming gathered together at the Dazhou City Museum, preparing to fight against the terrifying withered monk in front of them. The strength currently displayed by the withered monk is terrifying, and just those few supernatural items can make ordinary ghost masters despair.
Not to mention its large-scale ghost realm and its inevitable killing pattern, even a captain-level ghost controller might not be able to please it.
Qin Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at Ye Zhen, and his mind began to recall the information about Ye Zhen in the original work he had seen in his previous life.
According to what he knew in the original work of his previous life, Ye Zhen had a tragic experience. The core scapegoat controlled by Ye Zhen killed his favorite woman and his classmates. It can be said that Ye Zhen indirectly killed her.
Finally, after he successfully controlled the scapegoat, his memory was interfered with and he became like this.
He has three ghosts, namely the scapegoat, the beating ghost and Guiyun. The core scapegoat is the most perverted, and the beating ghost has strong suppression ability. When meeting ordinary ghosts, Ye Zhen is comparable to One Punch Man.
Guiyun is used to show off.
There is also a pair of ghost leather shoes that ignore the ghost realm.
"Ye Zhen is also a poor person. The person he loved most was killed by his innermost ghost, and his memory was even more disturbed."
Qin Ming sighed slightly and thought to himself.
Ye Zhen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he threw the sword aside, clenching his fists, eager to try.
Qin Ming was stunned by his move and asked: "What is that sword for? Isn't it a supernatural weapon?"
Ye Zhen responded calmly: "It's an ordinary handicraft, not supernatural, just for show."
"Uh..." Qin Ming looked at Ye Zhen's serious look, and his face twitched involuntarily.
"This ghost is very scary, especially in its current state. There is nothing we can do about it. I just calculated that five minutes have passed since it turned on this state."
"If there is a time limit, then we have to delay it until the time is up. Only by ending this state can we have a way to imprison it."
Qin Ming said quickly.
Ye Zhen nodded slightly and looked at the Huangtong Zen staff raised by the withered monk. When it was about to hit the ground, he did not react, but waited quietly.
Qin Ming was slightly startled and his eyes narrowed.
"Is he going to resist the attack? No, he has a scapegoat who can deflect the damage." Qin Ming thought to himself, and then began to think of ways to deal with it.
The Huangtong Zen Staff targets consciousness, which is difficult to fight against.
The withered monk was about to knock off the Huangtong Zen staff. Qin Ming took a deep breath and took out an ancient jade pendant from his right pocket. It looked like an object from decades ago. There were still stains on it. If thrown away, No one on the ground would even notice.
Qin Ming took this from a room in Qin Xiaoyu's old house. Qin Ming didn't know what the use of this was, but his intuition told him that it would be useful to have this.
"I hope it will be useful." Qin Ming narrowed his eyes and said slowly.
"Bang~!"
With a bang, the illusory Zen staff hit the ground. It obviously did not exist in reality, but it could have an impact on reality. It was really weird.
Ye Zhen's face instantly turned pale, and even his pupils turned slightly white. He staggered and seemed to be about to fall.
After a few seconds, the whole person's condition recovered. The scapegoat had transferred the damage, but the trauma to his consciousness was still a little bit. Ye Zhen covered his head with one hand, his eyes were a little blurred, and he shook his head hard to wake himself up.
Big sea city.
In a residential building, there was a young woman in her 20s who had just returned home. She was wearing thin close-fitting clothes, slightly moist, as if she had just sweated, and had a light makeup on her delicate face.
Just as he was about to go to the bathroom to take a shower, he suddenly froze and fell to the ground. His pupils instantly turned white, his mouth was slightly open, and there were patches of corpses on his body. His whole body aged rapidly, as if time had been rapidly fluctuated. Decades later.
A lot of the originally youthful and beautiful hair fell off in an instant. The black hair fell off in just a few seconds, and the whole person shrank, like a mummy.
Continental City Museum.
Qin Ming's pupils dilated for a moment when he was attacked, and then he came to his senses. The jade pendant in his hand cracked a crack, almost a third of it.
Then he started breathing heavily.
His own supernatural power and the jade pendant helped him resist nearly 95% of the supernatural attacks. However, judging from the broken state of the jade pendant, it was estimated that he could only block it two more times.
Qin Ming said with an ugly face: "The attacks of Huang Tong's Zen staff are indiscriminate and target the consciousness. If they happen again, our chances of winning will be very low. We cannot sit still and wait for death."
"Even if it is restored to its real state, it is very likely that our attack will trigger the passive nature of the Kasaya Buddha Yi again, and we will be the ones who die by then."
Qin Ming got to the point. This is another problem.
"Qin Ming, what do you think?" Ye Zhen asked with a deep frown.
An idea has emerged in Qin Ming's mind.
Superimpose supernatural powers, surpassing its supernatural powers.
Force it out of this state.
Qin Ming's eyes flickered for a moment, and he turned to look at the tall black figure. He had a crazy idea in his mind. It might be feasible.
Then he turned to Ye Zhen and said, "Ye Zhen, I have a crazy idea. I don't know if it's feasible, but I have to give it a try."
Ye Zhen was slightly startled by Qin Ming's serious look, and then nodded.
Qin Ming looked at the tall ghost. If he added all his supernatural powers together, it might be feasible. This would be crazy, even dangerous and uncertain.
Having made up his mind about this idea, Qin Ming decided to implement it when the withered monk launched his next attack.
Qin Ming began to pull up the tall ghost, which was nearly four meters tall. Its dark and solid body looked very much like the Lord of Ghost Eyes he had seen.
The tall ghost gradually approached Qin Ming, and a mass of darkness began to condense in his body. His expression was a little painful, and Qin Ming gritted his teeth and started to take the next step.
The whole person was gradually eroded by a mass of darkness, and then Qin Ming disappeared, leaving only a tall ghost shadow, and Qin Ming was wrapped in it.
The ghost blood gradually surged and covered the tall ghost figure. The surface of the solid ghost figure was covered with a layer of smelly ghost blood.
Ye Zhen's eyes widened and he looked at this move in surprise. He had never seen anything like this before.
The surging ghost blood and ghost shadows have condensed into an entity, a dark head, and a face gradually appeared on the front, a face that was as flawless as white porcelain.
That was Qin Ming's face.
The face that emerged had its eyes tightly closed, and now it had three kinds of supernatural powers superimposed.
Just when the withered monk was about to knock down the brass Zen staff, the next second.
A pair of closed eyes suddenly opened, filled with blood-red light. His forehead gradually cracked, and with a pop, a huge scarlet ghost eye opened, emitting a dazzling scarlet light.
Ye Zhen was shocked and his eyes widened.
"Incredible." Ye Zhen said
In his eyes, Qin Ming's strength should be weaker than his, or at most a tie, but he did not expect that Qin Ming's supernatural power was so strong, which was indeed beyond his expectation.
