Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

The dark crosses fell all over the sky. At this critical moment, Jiang Yan summoned the ghost bus and drew a winding yellow mud path with his dark red withered hands.

Then, he started the ghost bus and drove on this path. The ghost bus also restored its true posture at this moment.

At this moment, the crosses also fell, densely piercing the ghost bus, as if there was a feeling of thousands of arrows piercing the heart.

In the sky, Xu Feng also had a heavy face and watched this scene nervously. Although he didn't know what was special about the ghost bus, Xu Feng had fought with Jiang Yan before, and the bullets of his golden pistol had been blocked by the ghost bus.

Although he also hoped that Jiang Yan could avoid this wave of attacks, he didn't have much hope in his heart.

It's good that the ghost bus can block the bullets of the golden pistol, but so many golden bullets just now can't stop those crosses, and now all these crosses are aimed at the ghost bus.

Can this old bus really survive so many crosses?

Soon, a crackling sound like a rainstorm hitting the window interrupted his thoughts. He looked down hurriedly and was shocked.

I saw the crosses hitting the body of the ghost bus continuously, making a muffled "bang bang" sound. The sound was rapid and fierce. It was hard to imagine how many attacks the ghost bus had endured in one second.

However, even though the crosses attacked so fiercely, the body of the ghost bus was not broken at this moment, and there was not even a dent, as if it was not affected at all.

"How could it be possible... What the hell is that bus?" Xu Feng was also a little confused, but he was more afraid of the ghost bus in his heart.

Karl on the opposite side saw that he could not do anything to this black bus with so many crosses, and a hint of surprise flashed across his cold and ruthless face.

However, after seeing the dark body of the ghost bus that looked like it was covered with a layer of dried black blood, he seemed to understand something and his face became even gloomier.

"Damn Eastern monkey, it is unforgivable that you have touched the power of God to such an extent."

After saying that, he stopped the cross sword in his hand, and then put his left fist between his chest, which looked like a salute and a prayer, and said confidently:

"Great God of Darkness, please punish the pagans in front of you!"

His voice was cold and deep, as if it could penetrate the space, full of endless majesty.

As soon as the voice fell, the black sphere that originally enveloped everyone began to change. The thick darkness tilted down, as if it had life, twisting like a venomous snake.

Gradually, the thick darkness turned into the shape of a person.

This vague figure seemed to lean down from the black dome, and a pair of hideous scarlet eyes quietly looked down at the people below.

"What the hell is that..." Xu Feng felt something was wrong, because the strange huge figure was hanging upside down above his head, only a hundred meters away from him, so that the oppression brought by the black figure was so strong, as if an ant faced a beast.

Without hesitation, he immediately urged the Golden Light Ghost Cave to return to the ground. Even so, the fear in his heart did not diminish much.

"Boss Feng, what is that..." Wu Ge also felt a little palpitation, looking up nervously at the descending figure.

"I don't know, but it's definitely not a second-rate thing..." Xu Feng's face also showed unprecedented solemnity.

When the prayer master and the ferryman saw that thing, their faces showed excitement.

"The Dark God has descended, Amen, Amen!" The ferryman shouted excitedly in an old voice.

"Thank God, thank Lord Karl for his guidance!" The prayer master also stopped turning the pages of the book, and began to put his hands together and pray devoutly.

After the black figure appeared, the field suddenly became much darker, and even the red and yellow seventh-level ghost cave and the golden ghost cave seemed to have lost their color and dimmed a lot.

On the ghost bus, Jiang Yan also noticed the scene that appeared in the sky, and he couldn't figure out what the dark figure was.

However, he stared at the black figure's scarlet eyes, because that was the only thing he could be sure of -

That was also a pair of red eyes.

However, the black figure didn't seem to have any signs of activating the red eyes, and its body looked like a sticky mud, which looked very disgusting.

"Is this the dark god that guy mentioned..." Jiang Yan looked at the figure, thinking.

However, he naturally didn't believe that there was any god in this world. Although this thing was called a god by the martyrs, it was actually just a stronger ghost.

"Humph, pretending to be a god."Although he said that, Jiang Yan was still very afraid of that thing, especially the sticky black substance. What exactly is it?

Could it be black blood?

If that's the case, they really have no chance of winning.

Soon, the figure called the Dark God by the martyrs gradually took shape, and the sticky black liquid on his body gradually stopped flowing.

But it could only condense one-third of its body at this time, with only the head, chest, and two arms condensed from the black barrier.

After forming, the Dark God slowly opened his arms, and the two huge arms spread out for hundreds of meters, as if to embrace the earth.

"What does it want to do..." Xu Feng couldn't help but feel a little confused when he saw this.

Wu Ge on the side also felt a little bad, and now that he had lost his Tang sword, he was even more worried.

At this moment, the Dark God's body began to change, as if he had pimples, and a large number of black dots appeared on his body.

Finally, those dense black protrusions exploded one after another, and countless black tentacles stretched out from them.

But when you look closely, you can see that those are not tentacles, but black ropes.

At the end of each rope hangs a dead body, and tens of thousands of dead bodies slowly fall from the arms of the Dark God...