Ghosts are essentially different from Chinese ghosts and Western ghosts, although they are both virtual bodies. This is because this kind of existence is a spiritual body transformed by the soul, not a ghost body, and can possess a normal human body. Perfect control, without any side effects, so this phantom is the true body of the Ghost King.
After her body quietly dispelled the possession, she wasted no time and tried to escape directly through the wall.
As a result, what the Ghost King never expected was that just when her body was about to leave the purgatory-like room, the Chinese young man raised his right hand and casually hooked it with his little finger.
"ah!"
At the same time, the Ghost King felt like there was a rope wrapped around him, dragging her back. The difference in strength was so great that he could not resist at all!
In this way, the Ghost Lord, who had the most hope of escaping, was struggling forward in the eyes of the kings of many groups, but strangely retreating back, like an alternative space dance.
"..."
The kings of many ethnic groups called her a fool in their hearts. It was clear that they were about to run away successfully and come back again.
As everyone knows, outside of the ghost, my heart is miserable!
In the end, she was forcibly pressed into the body she possessed in the past. The original owner of that body had long since been expelled and was just a materialized tool.
Zhao Fan acted as if nothing had happened. He closed his eyes slightly and breathed evenly, as if he was asleep.
Gradually, the fourth minute of the deadline came.
The kings of many ethnic groups were completely panicked and started a new round of scrambling to recommend themselves.
Next, the whole room echoed the young man's voice one after another, and the golden sword energy appeared with the sound.
"The sound is unpleasant. Goodbye!"
"Didn't the Dark Lord ever say that you look scary? Chouji!"
"More handsome than me? I beg you."
"What? A bunch of wives and concubines? They are all so carefree, must they be forced to marry you! I will seek justice on their behalf."
"You are extremely skilled at cooking. You want to be my personal chef? I'll cook it in the dark. Do you want to poison me to death? I'll leave you alone!"
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Every sentence touches my heart.
Gradually, fewer and fewer kings of the ethnic groups survived. No matter what they said, the Chinese youth who killed without batting an eyelid always had a seemingly absurd but well-founded reason waiting until the five-minute period expired. , there were only two left in the field who could still breathe, and the others were reduced to cold corpses or directly annihilated.
Chen Chun'er wanted to laugh, but the occasion was so serious and she had to hold it back, so that her beautiful face was almost deformed.
The baby dragon and Ying Ying had little self-control, and their instincts were fully unleashed. For a moment, the room was filled with their chirping sounds, mixed with the strange cries of the Sky-Screaming Demon Eagle from time to time. Those who didn't know it thought they were here. animal world.
Zhao Fan looked at the dwarf king and alien king lying on the ground in front of him, "Okay, who among you will come first?"
The King of Dwarfs and the King of the Alien Tribe looked at each other and said in unison: "I've given you the opportunity, come on my brother!"
They are not stupid. The pile of corpses on the ground is a warning to others. Anyone who introduces himself will be killed directly.
In this way, as long as all the kings of the group except himself fall, he will become the only candidate.
The king of the dwarfs and the king of the alien race were humble to each other, but neither one made a move first, and the situation became deadlocked.
"In that case, don't leave. How about staying with them?" Zhao Fan's voice fell into their ears, like a reminder to pierce their hearts, and they were so frightened that they almost ascended to heaven!
"No matter what, you will die. Just give it a try. There are only two of you anyway. Even if it doesn't work, there is still a half chance."
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