Chapter 291 Kill Is Kill

Voldemort King Kong Seal!

There are three fires in a man's body, and if three fires are strong, all evil will not invade him.

If three fires were extinguished, the oil would run out.

The three fires were incomplete, and it was easy to be absent-minded, frail and sickly, nightmares with weak qi, and easily provoke unclean things.

At this moment, Fang Zheng's body was filled with blood and qi, which was like a tidal wave.

Bang!

The fist print was like a locomotive facing the groom, and it hit the groom's chest with a heavy blow. Poof, it was like a strange sound of cloth breaking. The burning blood and true qi in Fang Zheng's fist pierced through the groom's chest.

"You..."

Paper pricking looked at Fang Zheng in front of them. Even though he was so badly injured, his face was still pale and strangely smiling. Because he was the Paper pricking, he only had a dead face.

In fact, the Paper pricking was a little shocked by Fang Zheng's quick succession of blows.

He couldn't figure it out.

Why could this wild monk in front of him ignore the power of the dark side?

Originally,

He had the confidence to kill him.

He had the confidence to kill him!

But it was just a miscalculation that led to a complete failure.

The reason why he was unaffected was that he was an accomplice with the operator, and the wearer could freely control the range and ability of the dark side.

But he couldn't understand why Fang Zheng's robe could restrain the dark side of the underworld.

The grave-watcher in the groom's clothes panicked.

But before the Paper pricking could say the second word, Fang Zheng's follow-up attack, under the observation of the enemy, had been quickly pursued.

The grave keeper finally realized that something was wrong, and every movement he made seemed to be suppressed by the other party's foresight.

He couldn't care less and quickly gathered the remaining Paper pricking to help him besiege Fang Zheng.

The next moment, the Paper pricking around them gave up on the Painting ghost and pounced on Fang Zheng in unison.

Their first aid.

Clang! Clang!

Under the ghost's claws, the cicada's outer membrane burst into a large number of sparks, tearing out a sharp and piercing sound like a cut of gold and iron. The cicada's outer membrane was broken layer by layer... But at this moment, Fang Zheng, regardless of these ordinary paper pricks, only locked his eyes on the grave guard in front of him.

"Two months ago, I could have killed your son, your grandson, your great-grandson, your great-grandson!"

"In two months, I can kill you, too!"

Poof!

The other arm of the gravekeeper was cut off by Fang Zheng.

Just as fang was about to cut off the next knife, a few Paper pricking took the initiative to hit Fang Zheng's knife, successfully delaying Fang Zheng, and in the nick of time, successfully let the gravekeeper escape.

"Get out of here!"

Fang Zheng was in a murderous mood. With a twist of his knife, no paper prick could stand the wiping edge of the Ghost head knife. Just a little bit, he was shocked into pieces by the killing and burning anger on the Ghost head knife.

Knock! Knock!

With his legs on the ground, Fang Zheng ran after the fleeing grave guards with a knife.

Boom!

Boom!

Along the way, the earth and rocks broke, the ancient wood broke, and the paper crumbled all over the sky. Everywhere Fang Zheng passed with his ghostly knife, all kinds of obstacles were broken.

The light of the knife was fierce, and the true atmosphere was crisscrossing. Along the way, all the lofts that rose from the ground were smashed and burned under the knife of the ghost head.

Fang Zheng held a long knife in his hand and chased after the tomb guard like a tyrannosaurus. Everything in front of him was shattered under the sharp knife of the ghost head in his hand.

Behind him, the villa was left with nothing but a mess on the ground, burning confetti flying in the sky, and... The courtyard walls, rockeries, and pavilions were all cut and shredded under the blade of a ghost's head, leaving only the bare villa.

There was no expression on the grave keeper's face. It was still the lifeless, pale face of the Paper pricking, and the strange, smiling face that looked like a dead man.

The gravekeeper fled to the depths of the villa, where there were chaotic and terrifying waves of energy, and Operator and Gao Shuhua were fighting in the distance.

"Save me..."

The gravekeeper called Operator for help.

However, at this moment, Operator himself was in danger.

Operator wore a mask on his face, but he was covered in blood and dirt. He looked a little embarrassed and didn't know what he had been through before.

Gao Shuhua, on the other hand, kept throwing out pieces of Painting ghost. She cooperated with the ghost sea tactics and tightly bound Operator's moving space.

The darkness seemed to have no effect on Gao Shuhua.

It only took a little thought to figure it out. If Gao Shuhua wasn't prepared, how could he have the confidence to take the initiative to kill Operator?

When the gravekeeper saw that Operator was being held back, he was afraid that he would be stuck in the mud. He quickly changed his direction and continued to run for his life.

"You can't kill me here! I'm mansion owner. Everything here is papered and controlled by me. I..."

But soon, mansion owner's angry voice was like a mute fire, and suddenly stopped.

It turned out that everything in the villa could attack Fang Zheng's buildings, and had been all chopped up by the long knife in Fang Zheng's hand.

After a lap, he ran back to where the platform was.

The only building left was the high platform.

The gravekeeper had no way out.

"Who the hell are you?"

"What do I have against you? What do you have against me?"

"You're obviously wearing a taoist robe, but the way you fight is a bit like a Shi Jia disciple's ferocious methods..."

Fang Zheng only had five words: "To kill your people!"

Like a trapped beast, the grave keeper let out a grudging roar, but he had no strength to return to the sky, and the cold light flashed and the head fell to the ground.

Bang!

The Paper pricking fell flat on its back as if it had been deflated. The fiery real gas from the wound ignited a flame and incinerated the Paper pricking into black ash.

Ordinary spirit + 1.

At the same time, the rest of the remaining Paper pricking seemed to be linked to the grave keeper's life. As the grave keeper was beheaded by Fang Zheng, they were all thumping and stiff.

Ordinary spirit + 1, + 1, + 1 ...

He instantly recorded more than ten wisps of soul energy.

Not long after, special spirit + 1!

It flew in the direction of the battle between Gao Shuhua and Operator.

Fang Zheng looked up and saw Gao Shuhua with a bloody head in his hand, leaping and running.

It seemed that Operator's dark side had been destroyed.

"Did you kill the grave guard?" Gao Shuhua frowned when she saw the human ashes on the ground.

"He resisted fiercely. I accidentally killed him when I lost my hand." Fang Zheng put the knife back into the box and said in an understatement.

At this time, Fang Zheng was very cold, and there was still the cold air of battle on his body.

"You can catch the grave keeper alive and earn 1.2 million yuan." Gao Shuhua's words seemed a little reproachful and displeased.

She had intended to capture the grave keeper alive and study the Paper pricking.

"Kill is kill. There are no such questions." Fang Zheng replied impatiently, then walked to the thirty-five brides on the platform alone and silently.

This time, Gao Shuhua stopped talking.

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