My life is super hard, nothing is taboo/Ghost Shelter

"On the next street!"

……

On the rooftop, Qin Kun was punched in the chest and lay down in the water.

In front of him was the bald man.

He is now tongueless, angry, and very strong.

Qin Kun was lying in the water, panting heavily. Beside him were five corpses, five corpses in terrible condition.

These five men in black robes were the results of his battle just now. Each of them died of broken limbs, and their heads were almost smashed into the chest cavity. Qin Kun's attack was extremely cruel, stemming from the anger in his heart.

However, although the massacre allowed him to vent his anger, it also wasted precious energy.

"Roar!!!"

The bald man roared and rushed towards the fallen Qin Kun, but Qin Kun showed a smile in his eyes, put his palm on the ground, and kicked the bald man's jaw as if he was standing on his head.

The extremely difficult movements, the absolute brute force, and the castration of the bald man rushing forward, when Qin Kun kicked out, the bald man took temporary precautions to prevent the kick from hitting the Adam's apple, but it also seriously injured his jaw!

Qin Kun stood up and wiped the blood from his mouth: "What's the matter? I remember, don't your Black Soul Cult have spells? The tongue has been pulled out, and the spell can't be recited?"

The bald man clutched his chin, his bones were cracking. He was furious when he heard the words. He joined his palms together and clasped his fingers tightly. Two thick black air came out of his arms and intertwined into a 3-meter-high ghost. He clenched his fists. Beat to Qin Kun.

Qin Kun immediately put away his smile and widened his eyes.

Damn... what the hell is this? !

Don't be kidding, he has never heard of a 3-meter-large ghost! ! !What has changed?

As soon as this ghost appeared, Qin Kun had a sense of danger. In his mind, it showed that this ghost was at level 39, which was still in the category of evil ghosts, but the terrifying pressure made Qin Kun suspect that this ghost must have ghosts General's strength!

"Roar!!!"

This giant ghost had a deformed face, as if there were sheep bones under the skin, he swung his fist and smashed it down on the head.

In front of Qin Kun, a bull's head suddenly appeared.

"Where is the evildoer, dare to hurt my lord!!!"

Cow hooves, horns fighting for the sky, covered in iron chains, eyes red.

Although it was half a body shorter than the giant ghost, its thick arms still received the opponent's angry blow.

Peng——

Niu Meng's hooves sank into the ground, centered on Niu Meng and the giant ghost, the water on the roof was squeezed by spiritual power, and waved away to the surroundings, revealing a waterless circle.

Among the men in black robes, the short-bearded foreigner, the thin, fair-faced, bald man was stunned at the same time.

The short-bearded foreigner's eyes were fierce: "The oriental exorcist who can drive the minotaur... So you are the exorcist who killed Leibniz, Eunice, and Pullman!!!"

Chapter 0387 Wei, Wu

"You mean those three foreign bastards?"

Qin Kun nodded his head with his index finger, and sighed: "One ghost was torn in two, one was made into a kneeling corpse, and one temple was pierced. It's so miserable."

In the library of Linjiang University, in the electronic reading room, the black soul knight named Eunice was torn in half by Qin Kun in the mirage world, and died suddenly on the spot.

On the campus trail of Linjiang University, Leibniz, the priest of the black soul, was beaten to death in the mirage world and made into a kneeling corpse.

In the Ping An Hotel in Sangyu City, in the Black Soul Cult's intelligence organization, Pullman the 'Great Turtledove' in the Huaxia District was killed along with the four evil spirits he brought.

Killing is a painful and exciting thing. The pain lies in the torture deep in the heart when the human nature is not lost.What is exciting is that as an arbiter, he has no shame in ruling life and death at that moment.

Qin Kun no longer worries about whether what he is doing is right or wrong. Putting aside all human restraints, his remaining rationality tells him that these people deserve to die.

This is enough.

that's enough.

So Qin Kun smiled again, pointed at everyone present, and scratched his neck: "You, you, you, and you, you all... have to die today!"

"Madman!!!"

"Under the blessing of Satan, the true God, you still dare to speak wild words!"

Several black soul apostles with substandard pronunciation yelled, and more people spoke foreign languages.

"A group of idiots..."

Qin Kun picked out his ears and ate a Blood King Pill. The soreness in his arms disappeared, and his blood quickly recovered: "Those who want to kill me, come!!!"

The eyes of the short-bearded foreigner are red. Eighteen people came by himself, and eleven were lost. It is already very embarrassing, but now he is regarded as air by this young man from the East!

How dare he shout!Where is his courage!We are all Black Soul Cult!

The short-bearded foreigner was furious, but he was extremely calm. It is useless to get angry. Since the other party can drive evil spirits, he must be the same person as them. He said patiently: "My name is Kaman, the death knight in the Holy Church. , you are the devil's apostle, we can cooperate!!"

Kaman gritted his teeth, almost enduring humiliation when he said this.When they came to Huaxia, they spent so much energy and blood sacrifices, and set up a five-star blood array, in order to trap that cunning old man, but failed. On the roof of this broken building, they met another person who gave them a headache.

Kaman's mentality is going to explode, these two people are comparable to the core members of the Ghost Council!I came here to win back 'Xing Duo', not to desperately.If you want to go all out, you might as well go to the ghost council to snatch that 'star snatch' and bring it down!Why do you have to come to the East?He felt that it would be foolish to fight any further.The other party has proven their strength and is qualified to negotiate terms with them.

However, Kaman didn't know that in Qin Kun's eyes, their actions had already 'stepped the line'.

Qin Kun was puzzled. This group of foreign homosexuals didn't know what they liked about him. As long as they saw that he was using ghosts, they would propose to cooperate with him?What devil's apostles are all farting!

Walking 3 meters in front of Kaman, Qin Kun raised his hand and raised his middle fingers straight up: "Sorry, I don't cooperate with masochistic idiots!"

Kaman was in his 30s and nearly 40 years old, and he was at his strongest as an exorcist. He was wearing torture tools all over his body and pierced into his flesh. He was obviously an exorcist who cultivated his physique.

In the Black Soul Cult, as a Death Knight who is one level higher than the Black Soul Knight, he is as serious and prestigious as a true big disciple in the sect.

But now he feels that his prestige has been demolished, and he hates himself so much that he can speak Chinese, the word 'silly hang', which makes the muscles on his face twitch.

"Kill him!!! Immediately, immediately!"

Kaman put his arms around his chest and ordered loudly that he didn't want to take action himself, but wanted to see how Qin Kun knelt down and begged for mercy in front of his subordinates.

The bald man obeyed the order and quickly rushed over. This time, Qin Kun did not hide, and the other party punched Qin Kun in the stomach. Qin Kun held back the severe pain and hugged his head.

Collide!

Qin Kun likes the move that hurts the enemy one thousand and hurts eight hundred.In his opinion, fighting skills are like fighting. You can’t settle everything with great strength. If you want to intimidate the opponent, no matter how high the Taoism is, how fast you can dodge, and keep the enemy from touching the corners of your clothes, it’s useless. You have to fight head-on and let them know you I didn't come to fight, but desperately, that's enough.

After taking a heavy punch from the bald man, Qin Kun bumped his head on the opponent's head, like two bronze bells hitting each other.Qin Kun was prepared. After the shocking dizziness, he immediately came back to his senses. The bald man was still a little dizzy, so Qin Kun took the lead in the second round.

Qin Kun clenched his fist and punched the opponent's cheek with an iron fist.

The punch in the face was instinctively blocked by the bald man. It was a false move. Qin Kun's second move was to hit the bald man in the stomach.

The strong abdominal muscles withstood most of the strength of Qin Kun's fist, but the bald man still bent down.

So... the third trick, an awl suddenly appeared in Qin Kun's palm.

Chisel out!

Only smashing coffins, not killing ghosts, but killing people!

The bald man was tall, Qin Kun stabbed upwards, and the awl pierced his lower jaw, blood spattered, the bald man opened his mouth, and in the mouth, it could be seen that the awl had pierced the upper jaw.

However, two iron-like hands grabbed Qin Kun's arm tightly.

The bald man strained his hands, and blood flowed from the wound on his jaw like running water. Seeing that Qin Kun's awl couldn't penetrate any more, he smiled grimly.

Kaman said coldly at the side: "Devil of the East, although you have means, you have already angered the Knight Commander Cragg of the Black Soul Knight. I want to see with my own eyes that he will tear you to pieces!"

Qin Kun has lived for 23 years. In terms of strength, only a few people from the Dou Zong can fight. Now that Qin Kun has grown in strength, he has not competed with the people from the Dou Zong. However, he has felt the full energy of the bald man. Blood, I think he is not much different from Nie Huzi.

In this kind of brute force competition, under the same circumstances, the life-killing awl in Qin Kun's hand couldn't penetrate an inch, and the bald man couldn't move Qin Kun's hand away.

Qin Kun didn't dare to move his feet. He was much lower than the bald man. If he moved, the opponent would quickly find a loophole and get rid of his deadly attack. Qin Kun didn't want to lose this opportunity.

The bald man didn't dare to move either. If he distributed his strength to his legs and launched an attack, Qin Kun must have a way to stab the awl into his head before the attack.He doesn't want to die yet.

In the heavy rain, the two suddenly stalemate.

"Cragg! I'll help you!!"

Thin white face and Cui Wuming fight together.

But suddenly another self came out of his body, and the heavy rain drenched his hair. He reached out and brushed his hair back, wiped off the rain on his face, smiled and waved goodbye to Cui Wuming, and turned to Qin Kun walked over.

Eighteen people came this time, twelve black soul knights, four black soul priests, the bald man was one of the four chief knights of the black soul knights, and the thin white face was the high priest among the black soul priests.

Now five people have been lying on the ground, and six people committed suicide by jumping off the building.That young man is very powerful, and this old man is even more unfathomable. If you want to save them, you can't rely on other minions, you can only do it yourself!

Chapter 0388 bald man, dead

A gust of cold wind blew by, heavy rain hit his face, Cui Wuming was a little dazed.

what's the situation?Are you dazzled?Two identical people? !

Cui Wuming was of the same generation as Chu Laoxian and Jing Huhu, and belonged to the first-class ghost hunters. After all, he was the true biography of the "Madman Zuo" of the Pan family, but he had never seen such a weird sorcery.

Breath, spiritual power fluctuations, and even appearance are all exactly the same!It seems that that person was copied out of nowhere!He was clearly fighting with himself, how could there be a clone? !

Dazed for a moment, Cui Wuming seemed to think of something, and quickly lowered his face: "Hmph! How dare you play me?! Let's see how this old man can break you!"

Cui Wuming chased after the thin fair face in front, and the thin fair face behind him quickly chased after him.

The next moment, Cui Wuming stopped suddenly, quickly bit his big mother's finger, turned around and swiped in the air behind him, muttering: "The golden hook Yanyue eliminates a hundred ghosts, the blue sky bleeds into a copper knife!"

In an instant, it seemed that the air suddenly became tense, like a quilt being scratched and crumpled. In the crumpled air, a stream of blood flew out, smearing the appearance of a big knife, and slashed at the thin, fair face behind him!

In front of him, the thin and fair face walking toward Qin Kun froze for a moment, and couldn't move anymore. When he turned around, he found that the other self was out of focus and fell to the ground with his body and head separated.

Cui Wuming's eyes regained clarity. In front of him, there was another thin and fair face. It was clear that the other party just used the 'phantom technique' to confuse him.

The thin white face was a little surprised: "Old exorcist from the East, every time I meet you, I will find that your strength is improving. Have you been hiding your strength?"

When he first came to Shanghai, he had met Cui Wuming, and even almost caught him several times. He thought that Cui Wuming was an old man with ordinary strength to exorcise demons, but he didn't expect that this old man would become stronger every time. !

This time, even his proud 'Fallen Mirror Image' could be broken, and it was broken in seconds! !

"Do you want to entangle the old man with this trick? It's too contemptuous."

Cui Wuming snorted coldly, grabbed the rain robe on his body, and threw it aside.

The thin white face found that the moment the rain robe was thrown from Cui Wuming's body, the surroundings were no longer rooftops.

It's a yamen!

fantasy? !The same illusion? ! !And so realistic...

The thin white face smiled in surprise: "Old man Huang, I am also a psychic who is good at spiritual power, this little illusion, also want to trap me?"

After the thin white face finished speaking, he put away his smile. Suddenly, a vertical line appeared in the center of his cheek. The vertical line spread straight down from his forehead, blood overflowed, and his whole body, including his coat, was split in two.

The vertical line became thicker, blood gushed out, and the skin of the skinny and fair face peeled off, and inside stood a man with only muscles and no human skin standing in the middle of the yamen.

"O omnipotent God, I, Roy Fisher, would like to dedicate my all and worship at your feet! Please grant me... the glory of the devil!"

The yamen continued to crack, and the dust on the plaque above Cui Wuming's head shook off.

The four characters of "Mingjing Gaoxuan" suddenly began to bleed, and the whole yamen was also bleeding.The yamen servant standing in the yamen began to look like a demon guard, with teeth growing, wings growing, and the water and fire stick in his hand turned into a steel fork.The wooden pillars in the yamen also began to petrify, changing to a Western style.

A Western-style temple is coming quietly!

"Old man, since it's fighting skills, I'll let you see whose home is here!" Roy Fisher, with only his muscles left, looked at Cui Wuming who was seated with a smirk.

Cui Wuming's facial features were blurred, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but from his eyes, it was not difficult to find that he completely ignored the changes in the Yamen, and his old eyes showed indifference and disdain.

Cui Wuming shook his official robe, sat down on the big chair, and slammed the gavel: "Ascension!!!"

The ear-exploding shout seemed to be magnified a hundred times by the horn, and it caused severe eardrum pain.

With just two words, the blood stains on the plaque were evaporated, and the pillars turned into red lacquered wood again. Those demon guards, with stones peeling off their faces, turned into government servants again, beating water and fire sticks, and echoed:

"Wei-"

"Wu-"

Seeing the changes around him, Roy couldn't believe it. He endured the pain of skin peeling and summoned the Temple of Satan, but he was knocked out by the old man and returned to his original state! !

"Your spiritual power... your spiritual power is actually..."

Roy trembled, his eyes filled with fear and uneasiness. A person who can destroy the Temple of Satan with a single sentence is at least as powerful as the priest of death! ! !No, it may be half a level higher than the death priest!

He turned out to be a death priest!

This old man who has been hiding his strength is so terrifying! ! !