The Mysterious Resurrection of the Past of the Republic of China

Chapter 205 Deaths one after another
The destruction of the island country's forces made the God-killing Cult's operations much smoother. Although the priest didn't know how the swordsman learned of his plan, it didn't affect anything.

The God-killing Cult is nothing more than spending some effort to pull out these two nails.

But the sudden appearance of the supernatural bus changed the expressions of the four people present.

Several extremely powerful ghost controllers got off the bus one after another, including Luo Wensong who was mortal, Li Qingzhi who dismembered everything, Meng Xiaodong who invaded infinitely, Luo Qian who buried everything, and Zhang Bohua who knew everything.

The mere appearance of these people made the pastor's heart sink, not to mention that these people stood aside wisely, respectfully waiting for the last person in the car to appear.

This last man is simply the priest's inner demon, no, everyone's inner demon.

Zhang Dong's face was full of majesty, and his pair of deep eyes showed murderous intent. Just looking at him, everyone in the God-killing Cult felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"Do you want to retreat?" Le Jia came up behind the pastor at some point and muttered, "Let Night Crow and the two restrain them, and we should be able to retreat smoothly."

Obviously, he had lost his fighting spirit and imagined the outcome of failure in one face-to-face encounter.

"No! So what if we can escape for a while? If we don't kill them, we will never have a day of peace in the future."

The priest said through gritted teeth, his voice cold and sharp, and his eyes showed a look of madness.

"We will settle matters with them today, either we die or they die!"

The feeling of powerlessness when facing Zhang Dong again and again came to his heart, making the pastor's emotions close to madness.

He didn't want to become a street rat again. He could only run away in despair when he saw Zhang Dong. Today was an opportunity. After he got the strength of the wish ghost, he would not be able to kill Zhang Dong.

If it doesn't work today, there will never be any chance in the future.

Although the four of them understood that there was a big gap in strength between the two sides, the pastor's words still played a certain role.

The three Le family members no longer cowered and walked behind the priest one after another, activating the supernatural power in their bodies.

Zhang Dong's expression didn't change much when he saw this, and he still had the same calm expression.

The God-killing Cult is getting impatient.

But this is better than running away when they meet, and it saves a lot of trouble in chasing them.

"Since you don't intend to escape, I will consider keeping your whole body."

Zhang Dong said coldly, his body suddenly moved, and he walked forward. At the same time, he raised his right hand to activate the erasure ability.

Any further talk is a waste of time, just do it.

Luo Wensong and others' expressions condensed, and they immediately followed, and various supernatural powers appeared instantly.

The dark cemetery suddenly appeared like a slide show, replacing everything around it, and a thick fishy smell instantly filled the air.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of grave soil at some point, and strange old graves stood like nails in the darkness, causing the temperature in this area to drop to the extreme.

"Dong dong dong!~"

Intensive knocking on the door sounded, and old wooden doors suddenly appeared on the tomb. The wooden doors closed slightly, and then opened instantly, and the supernatural phenomena of death quickly piled up.

Not only was there a wooden door on top of the tomb, but many deep square pits of the same size were evenly sunken into the tomb, just like bottomless door frames.

The two supernatural beings had an incredible fusion.

Upon seeing this, the faces of the God-killing Cult and others changed drastically, and they immediately mobilized their supernatural powers to fight.

The first person to feel threatened was the clown. A large amount of smelly grave soil kept coming out of his black body. The grave soil was mixed with thick black blood, which stuck to his body and made him feel cold.

The terrible suppression appeared instantly. Before he could be frightened, he felt that his supernatural power quickly fell silent. At this moment, he was like an ordinary person who could only be mercilessly buried in the grave.

less than a second.

An old grave appeared.

But in the shadows of other old tombs, a denser darkness began to squirm, and soon formed a human shape, rising slowly from the ground.

A new clown appears. As long as there are shadows nearby, he can continue to be reborn.

Unless Luo Qian can bury all the shadows instantly, he will not be able to achieve a one-hit kill.

But before the newly reborn clown had time to react, he felt another death threat.

"I won't let you run away this time."

Li Qingzhi's voice sounded, and his burly body stood behind the old grave. The hatchet had fallen from mid-air and struck straight at the clown's body.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, the clown immediately exploded spontaneously, splashing a large amount of black liquid, and countless tiny clones immediately escaped from the danger area.

These black shadows did not move very far. The grave soil in the cemetery rushed up like greedy insects, burying them in an instant.

The number of clowns in the clown was decreasing rapidly. At this moment, he was only thinking about escaping and had no idea of ​​resistance at all.

But the grave soil is like an impenetrable high wall, suppressing most of the clown's supernatural powers. He can't get out of this dark cemetery at all, and he can't even hide his footprints.

This gave Li Qingzhi an opportunity.

I saw the ghost shadow on his body flowing to the ground like ink, and began to detect the remaining traces of the clown.

Subsequently.

A thin figure wearing a round hat and covered in black appeared in his field of vision.

Not just a shadow, more and more clown figures emerged.

There are hundreds of them.

"Death to me!"

Li Qingzhi shouted angrily, holding the knife with both hands, holding the blade flat, and without any hesitation, he cut off all the shadows straight away.

in view.

The shadows of hundreds of clowns were easily cut into two sections. The terrifying supernatural power suddenly erupted, and the tragic wails of the clowns immediately came from the dark cemetery.

Then the wailing stopped suddenly, leaving only the sound of the grave soil crawling.
at the same time.

Luo Wensong's mortal supernatural being was already close to Lejia, and at the same time, Zhang Dongwujie's erasure ability directly shut down Lejia's piano.

He is now an ordinary person who has lost his supernatural power. Before he could escape, he was blocked by an old wooden door.

"Boom boom boom!"

The knock on the door caused his expression to change drastically, and his body quickly lost the breath of life. Dense patches of corpses appeared, and his skin was as pale as a corpse that had been dead for many days.

Zhang Dong waved his right hand at him with a gloomy expression, and Le Jia's body quickly disappeared as if it had been wiped away. It only took two or three times before it was completely annihilated.

Where Le Jia died, an old, almost scrapped piano emerged.

Simultaneously.

The wish from the priest has taken effect, and the wish contains a terrifying supernatural power. The missing musician stands next to the piano again as if he has gone back in time.

It's just that his body is still incomplete. Only his lower body has appeared completely. One arm and half of his head are still missing, and it looks like he was eaten by something.

The wish seems to be no longer valid.
Because Zhang Dong was turning the dial on his right wrist, using range restart to block the power of desire.

at the same time.

A huge, boundless and strange hand descended from the sky, its five fingers gathered inward, as if it was trying to grab something, and wanted to crush everyone on the ground.

When the priest withstood everyone's attacks, he used the palm that could shake the supernatural land to attack everyone.

However, if you look carefully, you can find that the huge palm in the sky is covered with dense wounds.

The wounds were not big, about one or two meters at most, but there were so many of them, and the wounds seemed to be connected to each other, that the hand looked like it was about to be torn apart from a distance...
(End of this chapter)