Global Quest: Play As Deadpool at the Beginning, Teammate Kirin

Zhang Qilin shook his head.

Then all this would be bad.

If their conscious bodies are wiped out in this mysterious space by ghost hands and cannot return to their original bodies, they will be equivalent to living dead in the future.

There is no way to wake up in this life.

"Yes, there is a way."

At the critical moment, Qin Feng thought of a good solution.

"Poker bottle, you need to help me delay for a while."

"it is good."

Zhang Qilin nodded in agreement without hesitation, and immediately fought with the ghost hand.

Although it was just a consciousness body with greatly reduced strength, Zhang Qilin still escaped the fierce attack of the ghost hand by relying on his experience.

Qin Feng is drawing a spell.

After a while, a spell shining with pure white holy light appeared.

This is a space spell.

Through this space charm, the consciousness of Qin Feng and Zhang Qilin can jump out of this mysterious space and return to their original space.

"Poker bottle, you come first."

Qin Feng manipulated the space spell and let a beam of light hit Zhang Qilin's conscious body.

Then sucked him in.

On the other side of the ghost hand, a terrifying resentment erupted, rushing towards them.

At the critical moment, Qin Feng drew another spell and hit it on the ghost's hand, temporarily immobilizing the ghost's hand.

Then Qin Feng was sucked into the space spell.

When Zhang Qilin woke up, he found that his consciousness had returned to his body.

The two of them were lying in the previous coffin.

Zhang Qilin glanced at Qin Feng beside him. At this time, Qin Feng was still unconscious.

"Qin Feng?"

Zhang Qilin shouted, grabbed Qin Feng's shoulder, and shook it lightly.

Qin Feng didn't respond in any way.

"Could it be..."

Zhang Qilin frowned, feeling very uneasy.

Could it be that Qin Feng's consciousness has been obliterated in that mysterious space.

In this way, Qin Feng will never be able to wake up again.

"Qin Feng!"

Zhang Qilin called Qin Feng again, but still did not get any response.

Rumble!

Suddenly there was a loud noise under the coffin.

Then Zhang Qilin could feel a terrifying resentment coming.

He didn't need to guess to understand that the ghost hand of resentment would also come out of the mysterious space and continue to hunt and kill them.

Below the coffin is the entrance to the mysterious space, and Zhang Qilin is desperately blocking it.

"Useless oil bottle, this mere coffin can't suppress it at all."

"The only thing that can suppress it is the sealing spell."

Qin Feng's voice suddenly sounded.

Seeing Qin Feng slowly sitting up, Zhang Qilin let out a sigh of relief.

"Are you all right?"

"Of course."

There was a smile on the corner of Qin Feng's mouth.

Only then did Zhang Qilin understand everything.

"You pretended on purpose? You..."

When is this, Qin Feng is still making fun of it.

"Hey... Poker bottle, now is not the time to talk about this, lend me your blood."

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Chapter 140 Five: Joining forces

Zhang Qilin hummed softly in his heart.

This guy Qin Feng knows how to change the subject.

In fact, Qin Feng didn't have any bad intentions, he just wanted to see how much Zhang Qilin cared about him.

Zhang Qilin bit his finger and pointed at Qin Feng.

After his fingers were stained with Zhang Qilin's blood, Qin Feng immediately drew a sealing spell and dropped it on the coffin board.

The Qilin blood plus the sealing spell has an extremely powerful sealing ability.

But the ghost hand below, the resentment is too fierce.

The sealing spells drawn by Qin Feng were trembling, as if they were about to be torn apart.

"What a horrible resentment..."

Qin Feng felt bad, so he quickly took out the ghost flute to express his feelings, and blew the flute.

He wanted to use the sound of the flute to suppress this powerful resentment.

It's a pity that Qin Feng's cunning technique is only at the first stage and has not yet reached the top level.

Can't hold back at all.

Zhang Qilin thought for a while, drew out the ancient black gold knife, and prepared to let blood again.

After all, Qilin blood also has the effect of suppressing resentment.

"Wait!"

Qin Feng immediately stopped him, "Poker bottle, such a terrifying ghost hand, how much Qilin blood do you have to put in enough?"

"I don't want you to drain the unicorn blood."

Zhang Qilin's expression was indifferent but firm, "We can't let it escape."

"It's too late! It's too late!"

Qin Feng's voice just fell.

Click!

A crack appeared in the spell he drew, and then completely shattered.

The ghostly hand full of resentment broke the shackles of the coffin and rushed out from the mysterious space.

Suddenly, an extremely terrifying resentment swept across the entire palace at the bottom of the lake.

"Strange! How could it be so resentful in such a short period of time?"

Qin Feng thought for a while, and soon had a guess.

"This ghost hand has Zhu Ziqing's previous consciousness, which is equivalent to the incarnation of Zhu Ziqing's consciousness. It accidentally entered the mysterious space. It must have seen what we saw. That's why its resentment exploded to the extreme."

Qin Feng took a deep breath, inexplicably feeling a catastrophe was imminent.

Zhang Qilin also drew out the ancient black gold knife at this time, his eyes were solemn.

"This ghost hand can't be killed, I'm responsible for stopping it, and you draw a spell to seal it."

Qin Feng shook his head, "It's not that easy."

"This ghost hand is extremely resentful, and there is no way to suppress it with the power of the sealing spell alone."

The two were talking, and the ghost hand had rushed to them first.

Zhang Qilin cut the palm of his hand with an ancient black gold knife, and let Qilin's blood stain the blade, so that he could counter the terrifying resentment emanating from the ghost hand.

But this can only be resisted for a while.

If no definite solution can be found, Zhang Qilin will gradually fall into the disadvantaged, and finally be completely suppressed.

Qin Feng blew the ghost flute to express his feelings, and in the palace at the bottom of the lake, countless corpses of resentful spirits were summoned to attack the ghost hand.

It's a pity that these wraith corpses are just appetizers to Guishou, not worth mentioning at all.

in the live room.

The audience watched with horror one by one.

"This ghost hand is so powerful!"

"Nonsense! The grievances accumulated for thousands of years are all gathered in this ghostly hand. Can it not be powerful?"

"And the most terrifying thing is that this ghost hand can't kill it at all. As long as there is resentment, it will regenerate infinitely."

"The resentment will not dissipate, and the ghost hand will not be extinguished."

"..."

Over there.

Jiu Ye's face was solemn, and a few drops of cold sweat flowed out from his forehead.

If it were him, he would have to avoid this scene.

He had to admire Qin Feng and Zhang Qilin's courage and ability.