Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

Although Zhu Yan destroyed one of Carl's bodies with the blood sickle, it was not enough to really kill Carl.

A vague figure appeared in the distortion of space and eventually changed into Carl's appearance. Not only that, Carl also made his body proliferate, and eventually changed into more than a dozen identical Carls.

They have the same appearance, the same weapons, and even the same abilities.

Before, one Carl made Zhu Yan feel difficult. Now looking at the dozen Carls in front of him, the pressure Zhu Yan faced was even more terrible.

After all, even if the cross was not used to penetrate, even if each Carl gave Zhu Yan a cut, the accumulation of terrifying numbers could make his spirit fall into silence.

Even if the soul-seeking ghost was very strong, under the attack of so many Carls, two punches could not beat three hands, and it would eventually be suppressed.

What was even more difficult was that under the continuous attacks of so many Carls, even if Zhu Yan had the ability to predict, it was difficult to predict such a large number of attacks, and it was even more difficult to dodge in time.

However, Zhu Yan still did not show much fear at this time, or his state at this time was very close to that of a ghost, and he basically did not show any expression.

He glanced at the numerous Carls in front of him with his scarlet eyes, and a burst of burnt smoke escaped from the gaps in the chain. He said in a cold tone:

"Humph, is it a big deal to have more people? When I was dancing before, I was not afraid of many people coming from the opposite side... It's the same now."

After saying that, he reached into the inner pocket of his suit and unzipped it, as if he wanted to take something out of it.

In the ghost bus, Jiang Yan, Xu Feng and others noticed this detail.

Jiang Yan thought of what Huang Yuan said before, and he immediately understood.

Sure enough, Huang Yuan left Zhu Yan more than just that ghost cigarette.

But what could it be? The inner pocket of the red suit is so small, what can it hold?

While he was wondering, Zhu Yan had already taken out the thing, and everyone stared at it with wide eyes.

"What is this?"

"It seems to be... cement?"

The gray powder in Zhu Yan's hand really looks like cement.

"Damn, why did this shamatte take out cement? Is he going to have a dance battle here?" Xu Feng grinned, feeling a little ridiculous.

Zhu Yan in the distance seemed to have heard his words, turned his head and looked at him, and said firmly:

"That's right, open your eyes and watch, when this Fengwu Jiutian is over, the winner will be me."

These words sounded a little funny, but they contained an indescribable domineering aura. Although Xu Feng and others wanted to complain, they were all shocked by Zhu Yan's momentum.

They all had a clear feeling in their hearts-

This shamatte did not lie.

When the group of Carls on the opposite side saw Zhu Yan take out the cement, they immediately felt insulted. It was a big joke to want to kill him with these broken cement.

The next moment, all the Karls turned into black smoke, flashed in front of Zhu Yan, and swung the cross swords in their hands and began to attack frantically.

The attack of one Karl was extremely fierce, and now more than a dozen Karls attacked at the same time. This battle was really like a large army approaching.

Every time the cross sword was swung down, it would sweep out a spiritual vacuum. After accumulating together, the life-seeking evil spirit in Zhu Yan's body was greatly suppressed.

If he was chopped by these cross swords several times in a row, he might be suppressed on the spot.

However, with the blessing of the Eye of All Things, Zhu Yan was able to turn and move in these overwhelming slashes, perfectly avoiding all attacks.

Not only that, while dodging, Zhu Yan began to sprinkle the cement.

In an instant, gray smoke rose, covering the sky and the sun. Zhu Yan was blood-red and dancing in the cement, as if he had returned to his youthful days when he danced the Phoenix Dance with the elders of the Zangai Family after get off work at the electronics factory.

After so many years, his dancing ability has not declined.

Carl and his ilk, who were fiercely attacking, were also blocked by the cement. At first, they thought it was just Zhu Yan's trick.

But later, they gradually found that something was wrong.

Because the flying cement actually penetrated the defense of the cross sword. Even the spiritual vacuum swept by the cross sword spread the cement smoke without any hindrance.

"What's going on..." Carl had a bad feeling.

Zhu Yan was still dancing, and the cement that had fallen to the ground was also stirred by his dance steps and flew into the air again.

Even though they seemed to be dead and ashes, they gained vitality in the stirring and tumbling again and again, as if they would be reborn in the next moment.

"Chi~"

Just then, several sharp sounds came, and Carl suddenlyFeeling a sense of shock, their cold faces were illuminated by the rosy flames.

The cement that had passed through his cross sword, at some point, began to burn, blooming with rose-red flames.

"Holy shit!"

Karl was shocked and retreated. He finally understood that the gray matter in front of him was not cement at all, but something made of black blood.

That's why these things could penetrate the defense of the cross sword.

Not only that, the moment Zhu Yan threw them out, they had already absorbed Zhu Yan's ghost fire, but they did not burn due to the suppression of the black blood.

It was not until the black blood dispersed after surging in the air for a long time that the ghost fire burned again, and at that time, the cement dust had already arrived in front of Carl.

A large amount of cement flew up and burst into dazzling flames, as if to bloom the lost life at all costs, it was really a resurgence.

Zhu Yan, who was dancing on the ground, was instantly surrounded by flames, his figure fluttering, like a phoenix reborn from the fire.

A large amount of rose-red flames were released like an explosion. Carls immediately realized the danger and turned into black smoke to retreat.

If it was just one Carl, it would be fine, but now there are too many Carls, and they have become living targets for the will-o'-the-wisp. The original advantage has suddenly become a fatal weakness.

Finally, one Carl was unable to dodge, and a spark of the will-o'-the-wisp fell on his shoulder.

In an instant, the rose-red flames bloomed...