Recycling Bin In Fantasy World

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The cold black mist of resentment wrapped around the bodies of Xiao Mo and the three of them like gangrene.

They only felt a cold breath coming from all directions, eroding their bodies.

The blood began to become cold, as if it was frozen.

The blood flowed back to the heart, causing their bodies to tremble violently.

The combat effectiveness of the three people instantly dropped by several levels.

The cold atmosphere is getting heavier and heavier!

Xiao Mo and the other three felt that their souls were about to be frozen.

"What...what is this?" Xiao Mo was the youngest and the most likely to get confused.

"This is not hypnosis, this is Yin Qi. He is possessed by a ghost." said the tall and thin man on the side.

The bearded man behind Xiao Mo said: "We have all been deceived. This is the revenge of the evil ghost. This is a supernatural fantasy realm."

As expected of senior apostles with rich experience, they immediately saw something fishy.

"The boss behind this scene has almost exceeded the limit of the boss." Hu Zhanan probably predicted the fighting power of the possessed Huiming.

"How come there are such powerful ghosts in this low-level fantasy realm? They are almost like ghosts and immortals." The tall and thin man exclaimed.

"The Tiankeng Fantasy Realm has everything."

The three of them gritted their teeth and used their own methods to fight and retreat.

They all took out the treasures at the bottom of the box. If they were still hiding it at this time, they would lose their lives.

As veterans, the three of them also possess many treasures to restrain ghosts and evil spirits.

It's just that the level is too low to suppress Huiming, who is possessed by Zhu Yali.

At this time, the official armed forces also arrived:

"Put down your weapons immediately and give up resistance, otherwise we will shoot."

"Are you blind? We are about to be beaten to death, how can we give up resistance?" Xiao Mo couldn't help but cursed angrily.

The armed forces who arrived immediately assessed the situation at the scene, turned their guns, and aimed at Huiming one after another.

The tall, thin man on the left side of Xiao Mo is holding a whisk, and the bell on the whisk is ringing loudly.

The sound of the bell contains powerful purifying power, and the black mist of resentment is dispersed by the sound of the bell, making it impossible to get close.

The bearded man on Xiao Mo's right had an idea flash in his mind and said:

"By the way, popularity, the more people there are, the more popular it will be.

If the blood energy is strong, the evil spirits can be suppressed.

Especially for soldiers, their blood energy can make it difficult for ordinary imps to get close to them. "

Xiao Mo's teammates were not just ordinary people, and they immediately thought of a way to deal with it.

"How much popularity does a fierce ghost of this level need?" Xiao Mo was holding a peach wood sword and muttering something.

Rays of golden light shot out from the peach wood sword, slashing towards the black mist of resentment.

Wherever the golden light went, the black mist of resentment dissipated one after another.

However, the three people's methods were only a drop in the bucket, just drinking poison to quench their thirst.

The black fog that was dispersed and purified was just the tip of the iceberg, and then it rushed up again, following it like a shadow.

The black mist of the evil spirit's resentment continued to flow, like gangrene attached to the bones, always surrounding the three of them.

"Popular?" Xiao Mo said: "If hundreds of thousands of people pile up on top of each other, it won't be effective."

"Don't worry, retreat quickly! He won't pester us when we get to a crowded place."

The scumbag man is holding a magic pestle, and the magic pestle is shining with golden light, exuding a sacred aura.

When the black mist of resentment touches the magic pestle, it melts instantly like ice and snow meeting boiling water.

The three of them joined forces and used endless exorcism moves to block out the black mist of resentment and retreat step by step.

Xiao Mo shouted to the official armed forces behind him:

"We are all good citizens. This guy is hypnotized and wants to kill us."

Damn it, this style of painting is obviously wrong.

Each of these three things has dazzling means.

The black mist controlled by the guy opposite was as if it were alive.

You are telling me that this is caused by hypnosis? Hypnosis is here to take the blame for you, right?

If I had known, I would have to call in the 17th Special Service Group. These guys are obviously people with supernatural abilities.

The official person in charge is not a fool, but he knows that now is not the time to dwell on this.

"That dark guy in front of you, please stop immediately, otherwise we will shoot."

"I'm warning you again..."

"..."

After shouting several times, Huiming remained unmoved, still frantically waving the black mist to attack Xiao Mo and others.

Immediately, the person in charge of the official forces ordered the shooting.

Ta-ta-ta...

Ta-ta-ta...

Intense gunshots resounded throughout the world, and bullets were fired at Huiming like a rainstorm.

The bullets from the heavy machine gun tore through the air, making a harsh whistling sound.

The rocket dragged a long tail flame and roared towards Huiming.

Huiming was instantly beaten to dust.

Before dying, Huiming showed a strange and cold smile:

"See you tomorrow night, hee hee..."

Xiao Mo and others were extremely frightened. This evil ghost definitely had more than just this ability.

The possessed person is getting stronger and stronger. What is it that makes him stronger?

The round of shooting just now actually had no impact on it at all.

Based on Xiao Mo and the other three's assessment of its strength, it could withstand the hail of bullets and kill everyone present.

But it didn't do that.

Maybe it's because this is Huiming's body and it's not worth wasting its energy.

No matter who dies, it just wants to kill people.

"You three, put down your weapons." After dealing with Huiming, the official person in charge turned his attention to Xiao Mo and the others.

The three raised their hands high to show that they had no weapons.

The whisk, peach wood sword and magic pestle just now are all illusions, please don't take them seriously.

"Squat down, put your hands on your head!"

Faced with the reasonable request of the official armed forces, Xiao Mo and others complied with it skillfully and quickly. It seemed that this was not the first time.

at the same time.

Muchuan's insect agent team has invaded the police station and found Gao Shuaifu.

Once Gao Shuaifu is possessed or attacked by others, Muchuan will switch places with the clone and rescue him in time.

Although the Suppression Talisman is only an E-level magical item.

But it is a consumable item and can exert power beyond its own level.

Moreover, it is a talisman specially designed to target ghosts and evil spirits, so the instantaneous burst of power can suppress boss-level evil spirits.

Even Zhu Yali, who has reached the peak of being a big boss, can still control her for a second.

If Gao Shuaifu is possessed, there is still a good chance that the evil spirit will be driven out of his body by activating the evil evil talisman.

However, tonight Super Wings and Huiming were dead, and Zhu Yali also stopped.

At present, it can only kill two people every night when it is against the rules of the fantasy realm.

For this kind of existence that can kill people at will, the danger level is far higher than that of the bloody Wuzhuang Temple.

Qingfeng Mingyue still obeyed the rules at least back then.

Many of the rules for killing people are lies.

The boy in gray clothes controlled by them was also average in strength, and there were rules for killing boys in gray clothes at that time.

Obviously, Qingfeng Mingyue was suppressed by the fantasy realm much more severely than Zhu Yali.

Although the agglomeration of resentment cannot completely subvert the rules of suppressing the fantasy realm, it does have many privileges in the fantasy realm.

resentment...

Luck...

Difficult!

Muchuan also felt a headache.

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