Chapter 123 Chaos, Hard to Tell True From False
"Soul-calling Banner, Shoggoth, Lai Fu, Medusa, Demon Sword Princess."
The source power in Lin Mo's body surged wildly, and the five engravings emitted light at the same time, dispersing the oppressive feeling brought by the three ghosts.
The three in front of him were also C+ level weirdness, much stronger than Shen Yun, Xu Bin, and Du Yuwei in his own soul-calling banner.
And the old ghost in the shroud was clearly the one seen on the hearse. When did it get off the car?
Lin Mo was frightened and focused more on the old ghost.
"I'll deal with the one in the shroud, and you three deal with the other two."
Lin Mo whispered to the three people, and then shook his wrist, and a red blade appeared in his hand.
In one step, Lin Mo rushed towards the old man at the first time.
The murderous aura condensed, and the demon sword itself was hosted by a powerful evil ghost, which should be a bonus to deal with this kind of weirdness.
"Lai Fu, outflank its back road"
The command was issued, and a huge black shadow emerged from Lin Mo's shadow.
Lai Fu's huge body split into two, and in a breath, he completely cut off the old man in shroud clothes' retreat.
His bloody mouth opened slightly, and the blue flame in his mouth was constantly condensing.
"Young man, we meet again. Do you want to go with me to sweep the yard?"
The old man in shroud clothes laughed, and the dark blue in his eyes continued to expand.
Strange Domain!
This familiar ability made Lin Mo decisively use the card master's talent of unity, and then established a connection with the soul-summoning flag.
The next second, Lin Mo's figure continued to rise, his face was gray and green, and in addition to the weirdness in his pupils, there was also an indescribable mysterious atmosphere.
Open the strange domain!
The blood-red sky was the background, and it spread rapidly with Lin Mo as the center.
I don't know if it was the blessing of the unity talent.
For a while, Lin Mo actually fought the strange domain of the old man in shroud clothes in front of him to an equal score.
Swinging the knife down, the demon knife collided with a pair of dry hands, making a crisp sound.
The pair of dark blue ghost eyes turned and looked at Lin Mo with a strange smile.
Lin Mo quickly stepped back in horror.
He flipped his fingers and held the two cards in his hands.
Compared with Lin Mo, the others were obviously a little embarrassed.
The painter circled around the three people with a smile, his figure was erratic, and his fingers kept controlling the brush. On the drawing board, the appearance of the three people gradually became clear.
Every time the painter added a stroke to the painting, the three people could clearly feel their hearts jump.
"Where's the wine, little brother, where's your wine?" The drunkard shook his head and asked with a smile.
The voice was full of bewitching, which made Zhou Ziyue look confused and subconsciously wanted to speak.
"Swoosh!"
At the critical moment, accompanied by a burst of air-breaking sound, the sharp blade cut the drunkard's pale cheek with a flash of red light.
In just a moment, Zhou Ziyue woke up instantly. After looking at Lin Mo with gratitude, he flipped the card in his hand and injected the source power into it.
"Mountain King Seal, activate!"
Zhou Ziyue shouted, and the bright yellow source power gathered and formed in an instant.
The basic form kept changing, and the bright yellow source power kept growing and condensing.
"Roar!"
With a huge roar, Zhou Ziyue's eyes were like lightning, and his figure slowly floated up.
Behind him, there was a huge tiger shape gathered by the source power.
Tiger, the king of beasts, is also the extreme of Yang.
It was called mountain king in ancient times.
The tiger head was raised proudly, the tiger eyes were radiant, and the might was frightening.
And Zhou Ziyue also clenched his hands into claws, and in a leap, he pounced on the drunk in front of him.
The tiger's teeth bit down heavily, and the wisps of black air continued to leak out along the drunk's shoulder.
The drunk felt pain, revealed a ghost, and bit Zhou Ziyue with a hideous face.
Zhou Ziyue clenched his fist and hit the opponent's abdomen hard.
"Bang!"
The huge force caused a layer of white smoke to appear around the fist, and even a buzzing sound could be heard.
The fist hit the drunkard, the ground cracked, and the drunkard's already corrupt body shrank visibly.
Zhou Ziyue at this moment was completely different from usual.
On the other side, a graceful shadow floated in the air, with red lips slightly opened, aiming at the painter and whistling.
The sound wave was like a sea tide, and the paper on the drawing board was shattered.
At the same time, the painter's figure was completely fixed, and the erratic figure was completely exposed at this moment.
Chu Xiaoxiao would naturally not miss such an opportunity, holding a six-barrel machine gun in her hand, and the source power poured out.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh"
The bullets of the machine gun broke through the air, and in just a blink of an eye, the painter's body was completely penetrated.
"Golden Hands!" Zhou Ziyu shouted, his hands flashing like spears, slashing fiercely at the painter.
The next moment, the painter's head flew out and rolled on the ground.
The figure fell straight down.
"Ping pong!" The knife claws collided, making a sound of metal clashing.
During the fight, three figures flashed and stood in front of the old man in shroud clothes, surrounding him.
"Young man, I see that you have a good fate, why don't you go to the grave with me?" The old man in shroud clothes laughed coldly, not caring about his current situation at all.
Even the ghost appearance has not appeared.
Old ghost, I will save you today!
Lin Mo said in his heart, and when he looked at the old man in shroud clothes, his blood rubbed the blade, instantly activating the magic sword, and the already bright red blade became more gorgeous at this moment.
The blood-red murderous aura lingered, and the concentric talent was blessed.
At this moment, Lin Mo's aura reached its peak.
As if they had a telepathic connection, the other three people standing at the four corners of the old man in shroud clothes also exerted their strength at the same time and sacrificed their killing moves.
The demon sword was condensed, and just when this unparalleled sword was about to be cut, Lin Mo suddenly felt a trance in front of his eyes, and Chu Xiaoxiao's voice came to his ears.
"Lin Mo, wake up!"
"Who? I wake up?"
Thoughts changed rapidly, Lin Mo looked down, and there were countless blood marks on his body.
There was a trance in front of his eyes, and the cold wind whistled in his face.
Lin Mo instinctively lowered his body, and a huge force hit the demon sword, shaking him with pain in his tiger's mouth.
He slid back dozens of steps and stopped.
Lin Mo raised his head and looked again. The scene in front of him had completely changed.
The drunkard and the painter, who had been strangled to death, were standing intact at this moment, with a sinister smile on their faces. The old man in the middle, who was wearing a shroud, had not moved at all from beginning to end.
On the contrary, the Zhou brothers and sisters fell in the ruins not far away, and their lives and deaths were unknown.
The cards at hand were broken.
As for Chu Xiaoxiao, most of the ten mechanical puppets she controlled had been destroyed.
"Lin Mo, we can't stop them. Let's go first."
Hearing this, Lin Mo did not speak.
Instead, he whispered softly, and saw that the bloodstains on his body did not fade at all, but his own source of energy dried up.
The magic sword in his hand was actually worn out.
"Old ghost, you really have something."
As his nose twitched, Lin Mo grinned, stood up and walked slowly towards Chu Xiaoxiao, with the red light of the magic sword in his hand flashing.
"Lin Mo, let's go quickly, it will be too late if we don't leave now." Before she finished speaking, Chu Xiaoxiao spat out a pool of bright red blood and looked at Lin Mo in disbelief.
A dazzling magic sword was inserted into her abdomen.
"Lin Mo? You."