Weird Talk Asylum Center

"Damn, it was discovered."

Wang Jin swung his knife and chopped up the strange looking bird, and couldn't help but curse secretly.

To be precise, what the bird found was the mirror ghost.

But for some reason, Shen Nian looked directly at Wang Jin.

The amber eyes flickered with a strange light, making people's consciousness a little blurred.

Just at that one glance, Wang Jin's hairs stood on end, and his back felt cold.

It was the worst possible situation, and there was no other way but to escape.

"what."

Wang Jin grinned, as if laughing at his own thoughts.

run?Where are you going?

Meng Yu's side hasn't finished dealing with it yet, and if this amount of weird talk is allowed to enter the urban area, the problem will be serious.

Although he seeks money wholeheartedly, he also has his own bottom line.

There are ordinary people behind him, and it is impossible for Wang Jin to bring disaster to them.

Fortunately, he had no intention of running away.

Strong execution and the courage to let go when necessary have helped him make moves.

"I'm fucking crazy."

The medals were lit up, and the prince of Paradise put on the pure white costume again.

The slender nailed sword, accompanied by the fragrance of irises, turned into a shooting star with the prince and flew towards the evil.

If you can't retreat, then charge forward.

With the body of a mortal, he swung his sword at the gods.

This is not a method Wang Jin came up with after being dazzled by fear. On the contrary, he is very calm.

Instead of waiting to be surrounded by other ghost stories, taking the initiative to attack is the best solution to the current situation.

Of course, one thing is indispensable.

Ghost blowing lights.

The light lit up, hiding his forward figure.

Wang Jin never thought that the ghost blowing the lamp could block the sight of the god, but even if it lasted for only a few seconds, it was enough for him to complete the attack preparation.

"Show yourself."

Divine Evil opened his mouth slightly, and his amber eyes flashed.

The flame of the Ghost Blowing Lamp rose violently, as if it was fighting against something, and after shaking a few times, it was unwillingly extinguished.

Ding--!

There was a flash of cold light, and iris petals were flying all over the sky.

Under the feet of the Prince of Paradise, there was a boiling shadow, and the spiked sword stabbed straight at the neck of the evil.

The eyes of the ancient god opened slightly, and death and pollution stirred around him, as if he was supporting his king.

After seeing Shen Nie's ability to speak out, Wang Jin mobilized Death Dream's ability immediately.

With this layer of aura, Wang Jin's personality was forcibly elevated to a level where he would not be affected by the other party.

That's why he dared to act like this.

Every move that seems bold and desperate is actually the product of Wang Jin's careful consideration.

The girl in the red dress gently wrapped around Wang Jin's neck to prevent him from being hurt by the cold death.

The black shadow spread across his arms, giving Wang Jin's sword a terrifying power bonus.

With a slight flick of the wrist, there was a faint thunderous sound.

Falling Cicada!

This is Wang Jin's true full-strength sword.

Although it can't be said to shake the world and weep ghosts and gods, it is still possible to make the face of the gods change slightly.

"die!"

Without the slightest hesitation, a cold syllable full of death spit out from the mouth of the god.

"Say death in front of me?"

Wang Jin grinned, and the blue mist around him suddenly rose.

Business was about to soar into the sky, but the parchment book gathered them all by his side.

This sword didn't stop at all, and it quickly approached the evil.

"Ow!"

Before the god could speak again, the ghost beside him rushed towards Wang Jin without fear of death.

They come in all shapes and sizes, from humans to beasts.

Although the degree of danger is not high, the number is really too much.

"Wood big wood big wood big!!"

"Ola Ora Ora!!"

Two figures emerged from the darkness under Wang Jin's feet, forcibly blocking the miscellaneous fish.

The tip of the sword was getting closer and closer to the evil, and it was just about to pierce the snow-white skin.

"stop!"

As the gods spoke, the space around Wang Jin was filled with waves, as if it was about to freeze like ice.

The breath of the dream of death surged wildly, and the frozen space shattered.

Wang Jin's personality is now even higher than that of the gods, and the other party's words are useless.

Shen Nie looked at the young man in front of him in shock, as if he couldn't figure out why the other party had such strength.

This can no longer be called a human being, can it?

"I am the hunter tonight."

The prince of Paradise smiled and politely asked the god to hand over his head.

The sword light whizzed past, and the petals of the iris fluttered in the air.

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"Cough cough..."

The double knives staggered in front of him, blocking the impact of the boulder.

Zhao Guangming covered his chest and looked at the evil in front of him.

He has no breath of the dream of death to protect him, nor does he have a companion to help him.

This middle-aged man forcefully used his two knives to force back a god.

"Collapse."

God waved lightly, and the building behind Zhao Guangming collapsed without warning, as if to bury the middle-aged man forever.

He couldn't influence Zhao Guangming with words, but he could influence the things around him.

Buildings, streets, and street lamps, all obeyed His arrangement obediently.

Just this is enough to make that decadent middle-aged man suffer a bit.

Looking at the dust in front of him, Shen Aie shook his head and continued to move forward.

"Don't underestimate people."

Before the smoke and dust cleared, the jet-black twin swords silently attacked the god.

Like a bird of death flapping its wings, it brings the wind of death.

It's a pity that this fierce offensive stopped suddenly a few centimeters in front of Shen Nian, and it was difficult to advance any more.

"Fall."

With a divine voice, the earth and rock under Zhao Guangming's feet suddenly collapsed, trying to swallow him into the ground.

Swish!

Zhao Guangming did not dodge, but brandished the two knives in his hands with all his might.

A sharp light flashed in his eyes, and the two swords almost appeared afterimages.

It's a pity that these few centimeters seemed to be an insurmountable moat, ruthlessly blocking Zhao Guangming.

After all, mortals have no way to hurt a god, even if the other party is just the son of a false god.

"Oh shit."

At the last moment when he fell into the ground, Zhao Guangming jumped back and stretched out his hand not far away.

There was a slender black box.

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"Oh? Here we come."

Ma Yao looked at the roaring van and showed a helpless smile.

Before the car came to a complete stop, a fluffy white object flew out of the car window, was held up by the inexplicable strong wind, and fell in front of Ma Yao.

"Stop talking nonsense, where is Wang Jin?"

The little fox looked up at the other party, and asked angrily.

"Don't get excited, he's coming by himself."

Ma Yao raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

thump!

The van had just stopped when two middle-aged men rolled out of the car.

They clutched the jade pendant in their hands tightly, with painful expressions on their faces.

"Little Yu!"

Tian Gou saw Meng Yu with his eyes closed, and raised his legs to rush forward.

"If you don't want to kill her, just wait obediently."

Ma Yao shook his finger to stop Tian Gou's reckless and ignorant behavior.

"You haven't answered the question yet."

The strong man got off the driver's seat and looked at Ma Yao with a straight face.