If Qin Ming was right, he would need more supernatural powers to cooperate and balance to imprison this withered monk in front of him.
The withered monk in front of me is more terrifying than S-level. Compared with the ordinary S-level, this one is even more terrifying and inexplicable.
In Qin Ming's opinion, even if the captains gathered together, they would suffer heavy losses.
Maybe Ye Zhen or Yang Jian can handle it easily in the future.
Looking at the roll or shabby dirty cloth with strange patterns next to him, Qin Ming's eyes moved slightly. He had now regained his supernatural control and regained his balance.
With a slight wave of his right hand, several huge stones appeared in an instant. These were the broken stones of the broken Buddha head.
Looking at the things in front of him, Qin Ming's eyes flickered and said: "Those strips of cloth are similar to shrouds, and the few stones in front of me are also supernatural. The ingredients that condensed into this stone statue should be possible. There is a small amount of grave soil.”
Ye Zhen was slightly startled when he heard this.
"Grave soil? Is it just a small amount? Are you sure that with these, you can imprison the old ghost?" Ye Zhen said
Qin Ming nodded, and first crushed a small stone, which was mixed with soil of different colors.
"Ye Zhen, there is a place in Dahai City you manage called Fushouyuan. There is a large amount of grave soil in it. All these grave soil should come from there." Qin Ming looked into Ye Zhen's eyes and said.
When Ye Zhen heard this, he immediately became interested. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth and he said, "Oh? Is there such a place? It's interesting. It seems that I, Mr. Ye, have to go."
Qin Ming narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a low voice: "It's about to start. It is fully ready to move now. It can't be delayed any longer."
After saying that, he quickly stood up, and the ghost shadows under his feet covered the entire space, changing from the original red to black.
Qin Ming's extremely cold eyes stared closely at the withered monk in front of him. The flesh on his forehead surged, and a huge vertical pupil suddenly opened from the middle of his forehead. He felt that he was now more like Yang Jian than Yang Jian. .
In other words, Qin Ming's only special ghost eye is Yang Jian's puzzle piece.
Yang Jian can open nine eyes. The highest limit is to open the ninth level of ghost realm. He will be revived at the tenth level, but he cannot open the tenth level at all.
But if Qin Ming's ghost eye is added, there may be a different result. The two are puzzles for each other, but their supernatural powers come from the master of the ghost eye.
The scarlet ghost eye that suddenly opened from the forehead was very restless, emitting a dazzling red light, and there was disgusting ghost blood flowing from the opened position.
"The superposition of three supernatural powers does not seem to be very dangerous. It seems that the highest limit is four." Qin Ming thought to himself with a shiver in his heart.
The dazzling and shining red light was particularly conspicuous in this dark space. The red light illuminated a withered humanoid ghost, as well as the handsome middle school boy Ye Zhen and Qin Ming himself.
Qin Ming waved his left hand lightly, and a small pile of soil immediately appeared in front of him. The amount was not large, but he could feel that this was no ordinary soil.
This is the grave soil extracted from the pile of stones, and it is also one of the important conditions for imprisoning the dry monks.
Qin Ming smiled slightly and said: "Ye Zhen, it's an honor to work with you to deal with a ghost."
The cloak on Ye Zhen's body slowly lifted up, as if an invisible wind blew his cloak, and he hugged his shoulders with a smile on his handsome face.
"It is your honor to be in the same row as me, Ye Wudi, Qin Ming, enjoy this moment!"
Qin Ming was slightly startled when he heard this, and his face twitched slightly.
"In terms of strength, you have to be Ye Zhen." Qin Ming thought to himself.
Then he took the withered monk seriously. Qin Ming held the coffin nails and the ghost eyes on his forehead were already staring at the ghost closely.
Feeling the supernatural threat, the withered monk turned his body stiffly and looked over with gray eyes. At that moment, the moment they looked at each other, the killing pattern was immediately triggered.
Qin Ming's whole body trembled, and a trace of black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but a sneer formed at the corner of his bleeding mouth.
The ghost eyes that had been suppressed and half-opened immediately began to widen, a dazzling red light flashed, and Qin Ming started the restart.
Just now, at the moment when the restart was started, the seventh level of ghost realm was opened again, causing time to stand still for a brief moment. Originally, it should have stopped at any time except for Qin Ming himself who could move.
But the eyes of Ye Zhen next to him flickered, and he rushed in front of the ghost at an extremely fast speed. He saw a ghost eye mark painted on the back of Ye Zhen's neck.
It was painted by Qin Ming with ghost blood, and the supernatural power of ghost eyes was only temporary.
Ye Zhen wrapped his hands around the dirty cloth and punched the withered monk at almost the speed of light. Surprisingly, the worn cassock did not turn on the illusory state again.
Qin Ming felt happy when he saw this situation.
"It's exactly what I thought. It's successful. It's already half done."
Ye Zhen beat the ghost and the dirty cloth successfully suppressed the withered monk.
The withered monk fell down and fell to the ground like a dead machine. The time stop caused by the seventh-level ghost realm was very short, and it passed in one second. The ghost fell to the ground without moving, but only about two or three seconds passed. , the dry fingers moved tremblingly again.
Ye Zhen's heart trembled, and he immediately frowned, raised his fist, and punched the withered monk one after another. The withered body was instantly punched with grooves one after another.
"Ye Zhen! Hurry!"
Qin Ming shouted loudly.
Ye Zhen also reacted immediately and took out a large amount of moist soil from the cloth wrapped around his fist. This was the grave soil combined with Qin Ming's ghost blood.
This is also the reason why the withered monk can be suppressed. The ghost blood plus the grave soil plus the shabby cloth and Ye Zhen's beating ghost.
It's just that the grave soil is derived from supernatural beings, so its effect is not as great as Qin Ming imagined.
But fortunately, his ghost blood enhanced the effect.
Ye Zhen directly stuffed a large amount of blood-stained grave soil into the withered monk's mouth. His trembling fingers instantly stopped moving. Seeing the effect, Ye Zhen immediately took off the cassock from the monk.
The moment he took off his cassock, a rusty coffin nail about the thickness of an arm whizzed past and headed straight for the withered monk's chest.
"puff!"
The coffin nails were inserted straight into the withered monk's heart. The whole shriveled corpse was like a dead person who had been dead for a long time, and had been completely suppressed.
The withered monk was suppressed completely and silenced.
Dry Monk: "I finally came out once, but you made me lose, so thoroughly, blanch!"
Seeing this scene, Qin Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little tired. He didn't know why.
Then he sat on the ground, took a breath, and waved his hand gently. The dark space around him disappeared instantly, and the black water on the ground also disappeared.
Qin Ming took back the ghost realm, glanced at Ye Zhen who was standing not far away, and smiled stiffly.
Next, it was time to deal with this ghost. As Qin Ming thought, he could first decompose the ghost of the withered monk and then imprison it.
For example, those supernatural items made him very greedy, but it was more troublesome to have Ye Zhen, but he was relatively average and easier to fool.
Thinking of this, Qin Ming couldn't help but smile again.
