The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 115 Falling Heads

The confrontation in the prison was fierce.

In just one encounter, Luo Wensong's mortal supernatural power directly killed one of the underworlds, but he had ghost eyes and could restart himself or a large area.

And with the supernatural enhancement of Ghost Money, the power displayed by Ghost Eye is not much worse than that of superposition.

Zhang Dong knew that the way to kill him completely was to imprison the pile of money in the secret room, and that was the real hell.

But Huang Quan also knew this, and directly used the muddy path to block Zhang Bohua's supernatural power, and released some invisible souls in the prison to attack Zhang Bohua.

In the nick of time.

Li Qingzhi's hatchet fell, and all these dead souls were torn into two halves without exception, and lay motionless on the ground.

"We have to find a way to get to that storage room. There is a compartment inside, and the source of the underworld is there." Zhang Dong said hurriedly, sharing this information with his teammates who had lost their memory.

He thought about just pushing through, but that would lead to him falling into the muddy path and getting lost in it.

Unless there is some way to get directly to the secret room.

"I'll resist him." Li Qingzhi strode forward, and the superimposed ghost shadows spread quickly, forcing the three tall figures to retreat.

The medium was triggered, and the place where Huang Quan stepped was detected by the ghost, and the illusory figure appeared in front of Li Qingzhi.

He raised the hatchet and slashed horizontally. The extremely sharp hatchet went straight across the three bodies.

Subsequently.

A hideous wound suddenly appeared on the waists of the three Huangquans. The wound expanded rapidly, and their upper bodies fell down weakly.

But the next second.

Red light flashed.

The seven-story ghost domain restarts itself.

The three underworlds once again stood in front of them safe and sound, but each clone had a supernatural weapon in their hands.

It was a nearly two-meter-long Qinglong knife, similar to the one in Guan Gong's hand.

The knife was rusty, with solidified black blood remaining on the blade. There were a few wet hairs wrapped around the handle, exuding an ominous aura.

Obviously, it is also an extremely dangerous weapon.

"Be careful, this knife is very sharp." Zhang Bohua quickly used his ghost brain to detect the information about the Qinglong Knife. "There is a terrible curse on the knife. If you touch it, you will die. The blade is extremely sharp. It can cut through the supernatural and can also kill people." Life passes faster, akin to accelerated aging.”

When everyone heard this, their hearts trembled, and they all cheered up.

"Ordinary means cannot deal with him, we must use suppression ability." Li Jishan said solemnly, looking at the coffin nails in Zhang Dong's hand, but quickly shook his head.

Because there is only one nail in the coffin, but there can be many underworlds.

"The worst is to make him unable to use ghost eyes."

immediately.

He took out a black oil paper package from his arms. After opening it, there was about one tael of black Chinese medicine inside.

Just by opening the oil paper, everyone smelled a bitter smell, as if it had been boiled by a ghost, making people dizzy.

"Find a way to let him drink it. This thing can make him temporarily forget an ability, and it is contagious. If one of the clones is infected, the others will also be affected."

Zhang Dong frowned and glanced at this Chinese medicine.

The ability to forget ghosts?

It's a good choice.

"Then I'll take the lead." Luo Wensong didn't believe in evil, so he walked in front of everyone and continued to superimpose the supernatural powers of death.

The cell doors opened one after another, and then slammed shut, and the cell doors were stained with some kind of terrible rotten curse, making these ancient things look like they had experienced decades of time in an instant.

Zhang Dong took the Chinese medicine and without any hesitation, he immediately used the magic eraser, then quickly stepped forward and quickly approached Huangquan.

The effect of the fatal supernatural power combined with the erasure ability was very powerful, killing two of the underworlds in an instant.

Zhang Dong left one of them behind to infect the supernatural power of traditional Chinese medicine.

After the last Huang Quan had just accepted the fatal supernatural attack, his body was temporarily sluggish, and he immediately wanted to use it to restart himself.

But the restart ability failed.Because Zhang Dong wiped out only one of his ghost eyes.

He didn't dare to erase them all. If the ghost eyes were gone and the substitutes brought by these nine-level ghost realms also disappeared, then the supernatural power of traditional Chinese medicine would not be transmitted.

now.

Huang Quan was obviously a little confused. He raised the heavy Qinglong Sword and struck it straight down.

Zhang Dong frowned, without any intention of evading, and directly carried it down on his shoulders.

The sharp blade directly cut through the tunic, releasing a terrifying supernatural power. The originally smooth material began to become wrinkled, and the color quickly darkened, like a rotten object.

But this supernatural power did not affect Zhang Dong. He just felt a coldness on his shoulders and had no other feeling.

"Lie down for me!"

His face was extremely cold, and his right fist hit the nearly three-meter-tall body hard. This punch came with the ability of the regular ghost to not be affected by anything.

As long as there is a supernatural being approaching, this ability will immediately become ineffective.

Therefore, the supernatural power brought by seemingly ordinary fists is unparalleled.

Huang Quan's body immediately stiffened after receiving this punch, his supernaturally constructed body fell straight down, and the ghost eyes on his forehead closed uncontrollably.

immediately.

The coffin nail on Zhang Dong's left hand immediately nailed him to the ground.

A terrifying repressive force formed, and this underworld fell into complete silence.

There was no hesitation.

Zhang Dong opened his mouth that he couldn't see clearly and quickly poured the Chinese medicine in.

The black Chinese medicine powder looked like ordinary things, but when it came into contact with Huangquan, it instantly turned into a burnt brown, eroding his body like a pool of extremely smelly liquid.

The dark spots spread quickly and soon infected half of his cheeks.

suddenly.

There was a whistling sound.

"Brother, be careful!"

Li Qingzhi behind him suddenly shouted and rushed over quickly. He held the hatchet in front of his face and blocked the attack.

Zhang Dong raised his head with a solemn expression and saw a rusty Qinglong knife stuck upright on the ground.

And out of the darkness ahead came another underworld.

Apparently he was the one who threw the knife.

But his target seems not to be Zhang Dong, but the coffin nail inserted into Huang Quan's body that has been corroded by traditional Chinese medicine.

This attack directly knocked the nails out of the coffin.

No more coffin nails to suppress.

Huang Quan on the ground immediately woke up and ran back in a panic.

But what he didn't know was that the Chinese medicine had taken effect, and several burnt black marks appeared in the pupils of his ghost eyes.

"Want to run?" Li Qingzhi's face became angry, and he subconsciously wanted to raise his knife, but was stopped by Zhang Dong.

"Wait a minute, something is wrong with this guy. The other Huang Quan seems to have noticed that he is infecting the other clones." Zhang Dong frowned and carefully looked at the expression of the Huang Quan behind him.

as predicted.

Before the injured Huang Quan could get closer, a thin wound appeared on his neck.

Then, under the violent shaking of running, Huang Quan's neck fell straight down like an unstable building block.

The tall body lost control and fell down, lying on the ground like a dead dog.

And his head rolled to the feet of another Huang Quan under the action of inertia.

With a cold expression on his face, he raised his dark leg and stepped on the head. He bent down and stretched out his hand to pry out the ghost eyes on the head.
(End of this chapter)