Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

"Fight or flee?"

Xu Feng's eyes were as sharp as those of an eagle, tightly locking onto the figure in the black smoke. Although they were far apart, he could still feel the terrifying pressure emanating from Carl.

At this time, Jiang Yan and Wu Ge on the ground could not help but hesitate. Although the man in front of them had not taken any action yet, he just stood there and exuded a kind of majesty that was hard to look at.

It was like a skinny rabbit facing a lion that was about to wake up. No one dared to take risks easily. Jiang Yan frowned and thought to himself.

Although Carl in front of him looked frightening, if he ran away like this, it would be even more difficult to attack again in the future. He knew that this opportunity was rare. If he missed it, he might never find such a favorable opportunity again.

Now was the time when they had the most manpower. He, Xu Feng, and Wu Ge, three upper-level captain-level combat forces were here, and the chief captain Zhu Yan was also on his way. Such an opportunity might not come again in the future.

If we give up like this, I'm afraid that the future of Longguo will really be dominated by martyrs.

Of course, although these are all important, for Jiang Yan, the most important thing is his own life. If he leaves Qingshan, he will not be afraid of running out of firewood.

Now he is still in Ren Jing's death prophecy. Calculating the time, it is not yet that time, which means that whether he fights or escapes, he will not die here.

At this moment, Carl made a cold low shout, the voice was hoarse and low, and it was not like the sound that a human could make:

"Escape? Wishful thinking!"

This terrible sound fell into the ears of the three people, like a bolt from the blue, hitting them hard.

In an instant, they felt a sharp pain in their heads, as if tens of millions of steel needles were piercing their heads at the same time, and this pain almost made them lose consciousness.

"No, it's a consciousness attack!"

Xu Feng's face changed drastically, and he immediately realized the seriousness of the problem. He quickly activated the headphones to erase the sound he just heard from his memory, and barely escaped.

However, Wu Ge and Jiang Yan below were not so lucky. They could not resist this powerful attack of consciousness, and their faces showed pain, and their bodies began to tremble.

Jiang Yan was better off. Because he successfully controlled the ghost bride, although he had previously over-consumed the ghost bride's power, causing her to be unable to invade the real world again, when his consciousness was threatened, the ghost bride quickly pulled him into the courtyard in the dream, thus avoiding this attack of consciousness.

However, Wu Ge was not so lucky. When he heard that voice, his face showed an extremely painful expression, and then his eyes and ears began to ooze blood, looking very miserable.

Of course, he also had means to protect his consciousness. Jiang Yan had understood it in the dream before, but even so, he still found it difficult to resist Carl's attack.

Just one sentence made Wu Ge lose more than half of his combat power.

After saying this, Carl took a deep breath, then raised his left hand, and gently tapped his shoulders, head and chest with his fingers.

As he moved, a faint light flowed from his fingertips, gradually outlining the shape of a cross sword like ink.

Carl murmured in a low voice:

"Amen~"

His voice was low and loud, as if the bells in an ancient church echoed in the air.

As Carl's prayer fell, the world around him suddenly fell into darkness.

Everyone was shocked and widened their eyes, trying to adapt to the sudden darkness. After a while, they found a shocking scene in front of them-not far away, a circle of black matter was slowly rising, spreading rapidly like ink, completely covering the entire forest with a diameter of one thousand meters.

These black substances rose silently like a huge black wall, trapping everyone in it.

When the black substances finally gathered above their heads, they formed a huge black hemisphere, exuding a strange breath, making people feel an invisible pressure. It seemed to contain endless power, tightly encircling everyone present, unable to escape.

"What is this...?"

Xu Feng, who was far away in the sky, was the first to feel the threat of this black barrier. He looked up at the strange barrier above his head, frowned, and felt uneasy. He immediately realized that the situation was not good, and with a thought, he quickly activated the Golden Light Ghost Cave.

As he activated it, a layer of brilliant golden light bloomed from his body.

However, when the Golden Light Ghost Cave came into contact with the black barrier, something surprising happened - the Golden Light Ghost Cave was likeLike an egg hitting a stone, it shattered instantly!

Countless golden light fragments fell like raindrops, flashing dazzling light in the air, but soon disappeared without a trace. Xu Feng widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief:

"How is it possible... my ghost den..." He never thought that his ghost den would be easily shattered by this mysterious black barrier.

Xu Feng's heart sank. He originally planned to try whether he could use the ghost den to escape from this dangerous place, but now it seems that this idea is not feasible.

Jiang Yan on the ground also discovered such an abnormality and was a little surprised that Xu Feng's ghost den was shattered.

Generally speaking, even a more powerful ghost den will not directly shatter a low-level ghost den.

A more likely explanation is that there may be some spatial characteristics near the black barrier. After all, spatial turbulence can distort the ghost den. If the gradient of the space is more terrible, it is not impossible to tear the ghost den apart.

But no matter what, after Carl unfolded this spherical field, they could not escape at all.

Regardless of whether they wanted to fight or not, or what their chances of winning were, they could only fight to the death.

"Damn it, you dared to smash my ghost cave, I'll kill you!" Xu Feng quickly urged the golden pistol and immediately fired several shots at Carl.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

After a burst of gunfire, several golden bullets shot at Carl at an astonishing speed.

However, these bullets quickly disappeared within a range of about one meter from Carl, as if they were smashed into pieces by a more powerful force, turning into a few insignificant black smoke.

The three of them stared at this scene in a daze, with an expression of disbelief on their faces.

Xu Feng's face was gloomy, as if he had been poured with a basin of cold water, and his fighting spirit just now was instantly annihilated.

Obviously, his golden bullets were not enough to cause damage to Carl. He even began to doubt whether the three of them could really hurt Carl together?

Now he could only hope for Jiang Yan and Wu Ge, after all, one of them had the Black Blood Sword and the other had the Tang Sword that could stack attacks.

If even they can't hurt Carl, then this time it's really over.

Facing Xu Feng's attack, Carl didn't take it seriously at all, and even didn't take the three of them seriously at all.

The surrounding black smoke surged, and the next moment he disappeared from the spot. When he appeared again, he had come to the vicinity of the black fog.

In the black fog, the prayer master and the ferryman were hiding inside. When he saw Carl coming, the prayer master said excitedly:

"Lord Carl, Joseph is dying!"

Carl didn't say anything, he held the cross sword in his hand and waved it lightly, and the black fog in front of him dissipated.

Seeing this, Jiang Yan and others looked even more embarrassed. The black fog couldn't be completely eliminated by Xu Feng's bullets and Jiang Yan's black blood slash, but now it was dispelled by Carl lightly. How could they not be shocked.

After the black fog dissipated, the prayer master and the ferryman were also exposed to everyone's sight.

The prayer master was in good condition, but he was still nervously flipping through the black notebook in his hand, obviously still planning his next attack.

But the ferryman was not so lucky. He had been cut in half by Jiang Yan's black blood sword just now, and his upper body collapsed on the boat. His face was covered with dense corpse spots, exuding a dark and dead atmosphere. It was obvious that he was close to the resurrection of the evil spirit...