One thousand two hundred and twenty-seven: Cut off your hands, chop your hands off, and be Yang Guo?

On the Chixiao Sword, the dragon soul is majestic, and the bloody aura is surging endlessly.

Like sulfuric acid, the dragon soul blood evil remaining on the ghost king's body eroded crazily.

His white bones, which were as white as jade and exuded a hazy luster, had dark red spots visible to the naked eye, and the area continued to expand.

"How is it possible? In today's world, how can there be an emperor's dragon energy?" The ghost king was in doubt and urged the Yin evil spirits to drive away the remaining 'gifts' left by the Red Sky Sword.

"Guess"

Yan Wan raised his eyebrows, and his peripheral vision inadvertently passed by the long sword in his hand, and his heart skipped a beat.

It seemed that he had the upper hand, but Chixiao Sword recovered its dragon soul by swallowing Dorgon's jade pendant. After the sword strike just now, some energy was consumed, but on the other hand, the Ghost King did not seem to have suffered much trauma.

If this continues, the power in the sword will support him to strike three strikes at most, and Yan Wan will no longer be able to hurt the Ghost King, let alone get rid of him.

Yan grinned wildly and started to talk blindly to Jill: "Ye Ling and the others should be able to finish off your female ghost soon. Maybe they also used some grenades... Hehe, you are about to die."

The ghost king's pale face became even more ugly. If it was really a powerful technological weapon like a grenade, he could avoid it in advance, but the pill furnace behind him...

Moreover, as Yan Wan had guessed before, ghosts are actually not completely immune to attacks from technological weapons.

Whether it is firearms or explosives, their damage is only weakened. At best, it only consumes some Yin Qi, but if the power is strong enough... the ghosts will die.

Especially now that the Ghost King still has a soul, and he has to rely on this skeleton to survive the calamity.

"It just so happens that I also brought a grenade..."

Yan Wan suddenly reached for his lower back, grabbed something, and threw it towards the Ghost King. At the same time, he retreated violently backward and made evasive movements.

Seeing this, the Ghost King couldn't help but gather his Yin Qi and form a thick barrier in front of him. He concentrated and held his breath, preparing to resist with all his strength and protect the alchemy furnace behind him from being affected.

Pia da

The black object was getting closer and closer, and just when he was ready to be injured, he saw that the thing seemed to have encountered sulfuric acid, and was quickly corroded into slag by the strong Yin Qi.

Scammed!

Just as he had this idea, he suddenly felt a breeze blowing beside him, and with a harsh explosion, the alchemy furnace standing on the altar was cut into two by a ray of red light.

"you wanna die!!"

The Ghost King's eyes instantly turned a dark crimson color, bursting with murderous intent. The rolling Yin evil erupted on its own, condensed into hundreds of thousands of sharp thorns, and shrouded Yan Wan.

You must know that from the beginning, the Ghost King did not take full action. On the one hand, he was on guard against Yan Wan's sneak attack and destroying the elixir he had spent so much effort refining.

On the other hand, he was afraid of the increasingly dark vortex in the sky. If he attacks with all his strength, even though he will kill Yan Wan, the thunder disaster will inevitably come early.

If he is not fully prepared by then, his chances of surviving it are really... too small.

Dang Dang Dang...

Yan Wan was prepared and simply used his inner strength to scoop up the golden light falling from the alchemy furnace. He kicked off his feet and held the sword behind his back, concentrating on blocking the Ghost King's counterattack with all his strength.

The sound of fierce collisions was as dense as a sudden rain.

Yan Wan seemed to be wrapped in a layer of shadowy mist, with a shrill sound breaking through the air. Countless black thorns kept colliding with the broad sword. The dazzling sparks were particularly eye-catching in such a gloomy environment.

puff!

The nine layers of protective shields were broken one after another, and Yan Wan could no longer hold on. A sharp thorn penetrated his body. His mouth and nose bleed, and he retreated behind with a muffled groan.

The Ghost King sent his Yin Qi in hot pursuit, and the ground paved with bluestones turned into rubble in just a short moment. The evil spirit was like a giant mouth of a glutton, chasing Yan Wan to eat.

Roar! !

At the critical moment, the soul of the red dragon swirling around the sword let out an earth-shattering roar in vain, and the Zhanzhan blood light burst out, like a whale sucking water, sweeping away the rich Yin Qi in front of him.

At the same moment, the thunderclouds that had been brewing for a long time in the sky burst into a cluster of purple-red thunder and lightning as thick as a bucket. Like a winding thunder dragon, it crossed many distances and fell on the Ghost King in just a moment.

"hiss……"

Without the protection of internal force, Yan Wan felt that the things in his hands were terribly hot, as if his skin, flesh and bones were melting. The bone-chilling pain forced him to suck in cold air.

The Ghost King now has no energy left to chase and kill Yan Wan. He needs to concentrate on dealing with the thunder disaster that is coming in advance.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to breathe, Yan Wan hurriedly spread his hands and wanted to throw the things out.

However... this thing seemed to be stuck to him and he couldn't get rid of it.

"Nah, it's alchemy, not elixir???"

Yan Wang looked intently and couldn't help but curse. Because this hot, half-solidified liquid actually melted his skin and gradually seeped into his body.

He raised the sharp blade in his hand, and the expression on his face became uncertain.

Should I chop off this hand?

What should I do if it is cut off and does not recover when I return to the real world? Will he become a modern version of Yang Guo in the future?

To chop or not to chop.

this is a problem!

Open the system, taskbar.

*Level Quest: Breakthrough·Promotion (4/5)

As a well-known ghost exorcist, you often receive some strange commissions.

Completion reward: Successfully promoted to D-level (including D-) intern.

Failure penalty: Randomly erase one skill specialization.

Mission: Taoyuan? Escape? Run away? (completed)

After getting the detailed location of Peach Blossom Spring, you decided to find out. Find out the secret behind it.

Completion reward: 6*skill points

Penalty for failure: Trapped in a paradise, unable to extricate yourself.

Mission: robbery

If the catastrophe is completed, the world will be in chaos and all life will be in ruins. It is truly a calamity for the common people!

If the calamity fails, the ghost king will die and Taoyuan will disappear. There is nothing extraordinary in this world!

Completion reward: 15*skill points,

Failure penalty: If you can escape to heaven and survive the pursuit, you will naturally survive.

Yan Wan's expression was solemn. This was the last part of the mission. If he couldn't complete it, the ghost king who had greatly increased his strength... no, the ghost immortal would definitely go on a killing spree.

And he was the first to bear the brunt, so he would naturally die without a complete body.

"You're paralyzed, you want to sit on a mountain and watch tigers fight?"

Yan Wan glanced at the motionless Dorgon standing at the entrance, looking for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com, and the looming shadow behind the zombies, and cursed secretly.

No, we have to find a way.

He still had a trump card, and he had made backup preparations to avoid this situation.

Now.

Yan Wan took out his phone and glanced at the time. It should be almost there, but there was still some time, and he had to find a safe place. At least he had to avoid the thunder vortex in the sky and send out flares to locate the opponent.

The furious ghost king in front of him seemed to have made up his mind to kill him. He was so angry that the alchemy furnace was destroyed. He had to divert the trouble to the east.

PS: Chapter five tomorrow.

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