overtake me

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He Fengcheng didn't know that Lin Xi knew that he had left his soul, and his spirit was still carrying the shotgun, floating around with the female ghost who had been wandering around him.

The female ghost in white floated into the church, and the church hall under the colored glass was filled with a peaceful and holy atmosphere.However, He Fengcheng sensitively sensed the smell of blood under the floor. He leaned on the statue of the seraph on the second floor and looked at the mural of Genesis on the dome.

"I'm already here, why don't you make a move?" He Fengcheng propped one leg on the marble fence on the second floor, and the other leg dangled.A soul holding a gun that he didn't know how to pull down, if he didn't hear the undisguised murderous intent in his words, he would have come to travel.

Mr. Xiao He raised the corner of his mouth arrogantly, his brows were full of disdain for the opponent's means.Originally, Boss He and Mother He felt that after their son came back, as long as he was safe and did not break the law, it didn't matter to them whether they were raising a rich and rich dude.In the end, I don’t know if He Fengshuang had any obsession with the setting of the domineering president, the little wolf dog. He just killed He Fengcheng’s wasteful and playful life in the cradle, and took He Fengcheng to the cold and arrogant elite. Fan Shang went astray along the way.

The female ghost in white disappeared instantly on the spot, and the white paper figures fluttered in the air twice before falling back into a pale hand.

The bright red Danko on that hand seemed to be coagulated with blood, and it still had the color of rust.

He Fengcheng looked down to the first floor. There was a female ghost in red, wearing a fiery red wedding dress, with black hair hanging down to her ankles.

It turned out that the female ghost was a paper puppet, no wonder there was no resentment at all.

Fengguanxiapei, in a Western-style church, has a strange sense of discord and a touch of bewitching beauty.

The man was covered with a red hijab, and he couldn't see what his face looked like.All I could hear was that weird singing voice rolling over from all directions.

"Marry an orphan...marry an orphan, my lord, go with my concubine. Marry an orphan, marry an orphan...My husband, I will be buried with my concubine."

However, He Fengcheng doesn't care about the grievances of the female ghost under the hijab, he only knows that he can use the paper puppet technique to that extent, and he has to protect himself first.

This ghost's cultivation level is not low - he has to fight quickly.

He changed hands and placed the gun on the marble railing, turning his Yang Qi into bullets.Then he saw that the red hijab was lifted, revealing a gentle and jade-like face - causing He Fengcheng's bullet to subconsciously miss, avoiding injuring "Lin Xi".

Of course He Fengcheng knew that this was the ghost's illusion.But in the soul's reaction, it was done so instinctively.

As a result, the phantom array was activated at this moment, and the bright and holy church was shrouded in a bright red veil.

The church turned into a restaurant that stood here a hundred years ago, with red candles, red cloth and red main beams, a row of festive scenes.The marble is turned into a wooden structure, and the elegant wooden fence is carefully carved with auspicious patterns.The sound of yelling and toasting is only a suona sound.

The lights and shadows of tossing and mingling were staged here, and then a clear and clear sound was directly transmitted to the ears of He Fengcheng who did not dare to act rashly.

"Husband, it's time to worship the heaven and the earth." The female ghost looked at He Fengcheng affectionately against Lin Xi's face.

He Fengcheng curled his lips, completely disdainful of any relationship with a female ghost in painted skin.

"Husband, have you forgotten? You and I have known each other since we were young, childhood sweethearts. It's just that my family has fallen, and you died in battle. I guarded your lonely grave, but was murdered and buried alive! And you! Not even I saw you stay by the Sansheng Stone."

He Fengcheng's red lotus pattern is flowing with light, helping him stick to his heart and not be fascinated by illusions.

He Fengcheng looked behind the scope with a slight smile, "What you said is a story mixed with the things you have devoured in your life, but you used the face of my sweetheart. It's really... irritating big."

Seeing that He Fengcheng was not confused by the illusion, the female ghost raised her gun again.She made a decisive decision and rushed up with her sharp claws.

He Fengcheng discovered that he was in the state of a soul and was not under Newton's care.He took a leap of faith by stepping on the railing and jumped from the second floor.

As a result, the surrounding light and shadow change.The silhouettes of people who were drinking and drinking wine suddenly changed again, and those who should have landed on the bluestone ground stepped on the flames, and the whole wooden restaurant was burning in the flames in a blink of an eye.

The female ghost in the wedding dress was still wearing the fiery red wedding dress, but she did not know when she came to the stage and babbled and sang:

"The little girl sings a song for the young master. I have seen that the jade trees in Jinling are singing at dawn, and the waterside pavilions in Qinhuai are blooming early. Who knows that the ice will disappear easily! Seeing him get up from Zhulou, seeing him entertain guests, seeing his building collapse."

He Fengcheng searched for a foothold back and forth in the flames, and was raising his gun to aim at the female ghost whose footsteps were changing, he was fascinated by the stern voice, fainted for a moment, and then immediately came back to his senses.Just because of that momentary distraction, a layer of He Fengcheng's clothes was burned off.The outfit of the soul body changes with the soul, and the burning of a layer actually exposes the soul completely.Under the tattered clothes, the red lotus behind He Fengcheng became more and more beautiful, so gorgeous that it could bleed.

"This pile of moss and blue tiles, I have slept in a romantic sleep, and watched the rise and fall of 50 years. The bird clothes alley, the surname is not Wang; Mochou Lake, ghosts cry at night; Phoenix Terrace, owl birds! The dream of the remnant mountain is the most real ...It's hard to lose the old environment. If you don't believe it...the map is changed,...singing sadly until old age."

The female ghost sang more and more terribly, mixed with the sound of the wooden building burning and cracking, it became more and more strange.In fact, her illusion has a total of three layers, and now she has reached the second layer-it's just that the use of the third layer will hurt the enemy one thousand and one hundred eight.

After the meeting, she saw the lifelike red lotus behind He Fengcheng, and her singing voice rose again, almost losing its beauty, like the wailing of a cuckoo crying blood.However, the bullet still broke through the barrier of singing and pierced through the female ghost's left shoulder.

The guests of Zhulou returned to silence along with the tune of "Peach Blossom Fan", the fire was extinguished, and the antique building turned back into the hall of the church.

But the illusion didn't end there.Thick blood bubbled from the marble.Along the walls, glazed windows, murals flow from all directions.

He Fengcheng raised his gun again and pointed it at the female ghost in a white wedding dress in front of the cross.She was wearing a white wedding dress with her back facing He Fengcheng. The gorgeous wedding dress leaked her back, mixed with the bluish white skin and the half of the shoulder that was shot by He Fengcheng just now, it already had a somewhat ferocious meaning.

The flames were burning under He Fengcheng's feet. The flames were not hot but slightly cool.Every time he takes a step, he turns back into a fire red lotus.

"You are not a ghost, but a demon, right?"

The "woman" in the wedding dress turned her head slowly. If Lin Xi was present, she would have recognized Cheng Cheng's face.Then that face quickly distorted and changed into various looks, beautiful, pure, arrogant, and pitiful... Afterwards, even the whole body was changing, men, women, young children, old people, etc. Miscellaneous twists into weird changes.

Finally, she broke away from the shackles of the human form and turned into all kinds of grotesque monsters and ghosts.Holding the gun, He Fengcheng thought to himself: Does he think he is a Boggart?Should I call Riddikulus (funny funny).A burst of white mist centered on the unknown substance, and instantly exploded and spread to the entire auditorium.

A river of thick blood bound his legs, and white bones floated on it.

"...Yebo...you are back!" The black mist on the blood river curled up the bones and clung to He Fengcheng's bare shoulders.

"You killed us, you killed us!"

"Why! You are still alive! We have nothing left!"

He Fengcheng stood where he was, the guns from the soul began to dim, and the sharp claws from the white bones penetrated into his shoulders, bleeding red gold blood.

"It's the same trick again, and it's trying to call out my inner demon again. You are with the black mist ten years ago. I probably know what kind of monster you are." He Fengcheng stood in the sea of ​​blood. In the church, his eyes flickered, "You—are you a stage?"

The laughter of men, women and children can be heard in the space. If you listen carefully, you can hear the accents of all kinds of characters.

He Fengcheng looked indifferent, indifferent to the surroundings, dressed in a non-violent and non-cooperative manner.However, the almost surging anger filled his heart from the moment the third-level environment was opened, making him feel that his soul was being shrouded in a black net.The black net began to tighten despite his wishes.

Although He Fengcheng was not sure, he had a feeling in the dark that he put down the gun—to be precise, he transformed the gun into his body, and his hands naturally fell to his sides, without resisting or struggling.

Blood River and White Bone became excited for a while and began to devour his soul, but in an instant—the terrifying scene seemed to be paused, and it returned to tranquility in an instant.

He Fengcheng, despite being covered in bones and flesh, looked forward, not knowing where his eyes fell, and sighed softly: "Ask why Bodhi is sitting upside down, and sigh that all living beings will never turn back."

"What is your name?"

Dozens of voices sounded at the same time, "Xiange."

He Fengcheng continued to ask: "What is the king?"

The voice was silent for a while, and the complicated voice turned into a quiet male voice, "Xiange."

He Fengcheng smiled, it was his own voice. "Think again! Who are you?"

"An ancient stage." The voice changed again, and no man or woman could be heard to answer.

He Fengcheng shouted again: "You are a man-made creature, without flesh and blood, without sorrow or joy, without joy. You were destroyed by the flames of war, why do you still exist in the world? Why are you Fang Hongchen!"

The voice sounded like he was in a state of exasperation, but he didn't dare or couldn't control Bone Blood River to take a step closer to He Fengcheng. "I am a sentient being! Who are you?"

In the phantom, on the stage, joys and sorrows, sorrow and sorrow, sonorous and Lingran are staged one after another.Then came the flames of war, and the world was full of vicissitudes.The soul devoured by the stage turned into a ghost and rushed towards He Fengcheng, but was blocked by the fire in the shape of a big red lotus!

He Fengcheng smiled instead of anger: "You said that you are the appearance of a living being, so where did your appearance of a living being come from, but you cultivated it yourself?"

After finishing speaking, He Fengcheng raised his sword eyebrows: "You are a spiritual weapon, and the Tao says that there is no high or low, and the Buddha believes that all living beings are equal. Taste the joys and sorrows in operas to produce spiritual wisdom, but you do it perversely and devour the seven emotions of people. I don't know now. Why are you still used by monsters? You still think you are a vengeful spirit and want to turn into a ghost! Absurd and ridiculous! Your resentment is not your grievance, why do you turn into a ghost! You still call yourself a living being! It’s just a puppet of others.”

The sound turned into a loud bang and set off a sea of ​​blood, and the red lotus fire under He Fengcheng's feet gradually became extremely cold, and the frost spread on the walls and colored glazed windows.

"Naraka. Mahapatmo. Or the burning flames of the burning hotness of the throat, or the ice of the big red lotus that closes the red lotus."

The surrounding blood sea was instantly frozen in the red lotus hell, and the small blood-colored crystals instantly burst into small blood-colored crystals and disappeared randomly.Hell returns to earth.

Words break the barrier.If it is seen by ordinary practitioners, regardless of Buddhism or Taoism, they will probably turn pale with shock.

The illusion was shattered, and he degenerated into a stage for demons. His already weakened intelligence was swallowed by the Mind Eater possessing him.Then the demon fled outside along the gap in the sea of ​​blood.

He Fengcheng restrained his glaring eyes and lowered his eyebrows.Looking at the broken ghost that stayed in place after the stage collapsed.He clasped his palms together and said slowly: "Maybe there are sentient beings who are near the end of their lives, and the appearance of death appears in front of them with all kinds of evil colors. When they see all kinds of appearances, they make their hearts terrified and have nothing to rely on; "Probably because the practice is mainly the technique of killing, the skill of superseding is not enough, and the obsession with the devoured ghosts is too strong, and there are still a few of them staying in place.Among them are Miss Cheng and her children.Afterwards, He Fengcheng heard a clear voice from behind him, the voice was very soft, but the lingering rhyme was long: "The world is natural, the filth is scattered, the cave is mysterious, and the Taiyuan is shining. The majesty of the eight directions makes me natural.... Slaying the demon Bind the evil spirits, save thousands of ghosts.... The evil and filth dissipate, and the Dao Qi remains forever. Urgently, it is like a law."

The last few ghosts dissipated, and the sun shone in again along the stained glass of the church.

Then, I caught a glimpse of Lin Xi waving to him on the prayer pew in the church hall with a half-smile, and then patted the seat beside him: "Master, please sit down."