Knocking echoed through the Yellow Springs Death Realm! Grandmaster's Luo Sanpao instantly melted by a vengeful ghost's rule
After knocking on the door for the third time, all the glass on the street was cracked with fine lines, but the rainwater hung outside the cracks, and not a drop of it got into the house. The corpses all over the street rolled their eyes, all staring at the face of Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Xiaogang had thick knots on the back of his neck, and his rationality urged him to run quickly. Martial Soul Theory The name of the first person grabbed his legs again. Douluo Continent was watching, and he refused to show his cowardice in public.
The old man in black clothes shuffled closer. His face was covered with dark brown corpse spots, his eyelids were drooped, and his chest did not rise and fall. Every time the soles of his feet fell, a black mark appeared in the water.
"Pretend to be a ghost," Yu Xiaogang bit the tip of his tongue, and the pain gave him some courage, "The illusion is amplified by fear. As long as the will is strong enough, this kind of corpse can't hurt anyone at all."
Liu Erlong slapped Sky Screen, "Run, Xiaogang, you run first, think about it later, don't stand there and compete with a corpse!"
Sky Screen separated the two worlds. Yu Xiaogang couldn't hear it. Instead, he raised his chin and put on the same expression as when teaching Shrek students. The stubbornness in his eyes became heavier and heavier.
Flender held on to the edge of the table, "He's done this again. The more people question him, the more he has to risk his life to prove that he is right. But this time no one will end it for him."
Zhao Wuji circled anxiously, "Dean, don't say frustrating words, think of a way quickly, even just a reminder!"
"If I can remind you, why should I sit here and watch?" Flender smashed the armrest with a punch, and his palms were covered with wooden thorns without even noticing.
The old man in black clothes took another three steps, raised his hand through a store door, and his bony palm touched the door panel. Knockings were heard from all the doors and windows in the long street at the same time, and the sound was squeezed into one layer, suppressing everyone's eardrums.
Boom, boom, boom.
A swollen corpse suddenly stood up, its leg bones were broken, its knees were bent and dragged through the water, it moved to a door, and raised its hand to knock on the door.
More corpses followed, and dozens of blue-gray palms were raised and lowered. Store doors rang, car doors rang, and corridor fire doors rang. The entire block became the door in the old man's hand.
Yu Xiaogang's face twitched twice, and finally he took half a step away. His back hit the wall bricks, and a bunch of wet hair protruded from the cracks in the bricks, wrapped around his neck and then retracted, leaving a circle of bruises.
"The fine Divine Soul technique is combined with puppet control. The range of the technique covers the entire street. Soul Master's body must be hidden nearby," Yu Xiaogang gasped.
Dugu Bo laughed and said, "The caster walked up to his face and was busy making up Martial Soul for others. The theory is that if he could kill ghosts, his mouth would have become Peerless Douluo."
Prince Xue Xing couldn't help but shake his head, "Isn't it difficult to admit that you don't understand? If you know three points, you dare to make up for seven points, but every time you turn your guess into a conclusion."
These words fell into the ears of everyone at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. No one dared to fight for Yu Xiaogang. Even Yu Yuanzhen had a straight face. Seeing the old man getting closer and closer, there was only a feeling of depression in his heart.
Yu Xiaogang Wiped off the rainwater on his face, the cuffs touched his skin and wiped off a thin layer of skin. Dark red blood beads immediately oozed from his cheeks, and three purple spots appeared on the edge of the wound.
The pain finally shattered some of his pride. He turned around and wanted to run away, but the scenery at the street intersection changed its position. The old man who was a hundred steps away just now was now blocked a dozen steps ahead.
Changing direction, the old man was still blocking the front, then changing to another alley, the black gown was still hanging in the rain, and the dead face got closer and closer, but the distance never widened.
The mechanical narration brought up the prompts. The handwriting was half washed away by the rain, and only a few key sentences were still legible.
[Ghost Domain blockade completed, target has been included in Knocking Rule coverage area.]
[Wrong judgment will not trigger death, wrong actions will.]
Yu Xiaogang couldn't see the prompt, but Douluo everyone saw it clearly. Xiao Wu patted the table and urged, "Don't touch the door, don't respond, don't do anything, he might still be alive!"
Grandmaster's set of habits cannot tolerate waiting. He categorizes the unknown when he encounters it, and tests when he encounters threats. This is his way of proving his knowledge, and it is also the most fatal flaw at the moment.
The old man in black shirt stopped ten steps away, raised his head slightly, and his two cloudy eyes crossed the rain line and landed on the Yu Xiaogang mark on Martial Soul's chest.
Yu Xiaogang's chest bulged with purple light, and Luo Sanpao's cry was squeezed out from the mark. It sounded like he was only half alive, but he regained his confidence.
"Soul Power can still be used, which proves that my judgment is correct," Yu Xiaogang opened his arms, "As long as you force out the core of the illusion, everything in front of you will naturally collapse!"
Bibi Dong sat on Papal Throne, her fingers slowly crushing the gems on the armrest. The old memories from her youth came back to her mind. She understood Yu Xiaogang, and because of her understanding, she knew that he would not quit.
"Stupid," Bibi Dong spit out one word, "You always take the dignity given to you by others as if you are really capable."
Yu Xiaogang raised his right hand, and two Soul Ring emerged from his feet. The light was dim and a large piece was missing from the edge. Luo Sanpao squeezed out the purple light and fell into the black water with his round body.
Luo Sanpao kicked around with its four short legs, and it took a long time to stand firm. Its belly was soaked in the black rain, and its purple hair quickly turned gray. It clamped its buttocks with its tail and whined at its owner.
"Stand up," Yu Xiaogang raised his hand to stop the old man, "Sanpao, let these pretenders see how many levels they can reach after the theory is combined with Soul Skill!"
Luo Sanpao refused to move, clawing at the road with its four claws and shrinking back desperately. The animal's instinct was much more honest than its owner's theory. Every time the old man took a step closer, it would tremble more fiercely.
Yu Xiaogang couldn't help but said sternly, "There is no waste Soul Skill, only waste Soul Master, Luo Sanpao, fart like thunder, Earth-Shattering Luo Sanpao!"
Yellow Soul Ring flashed twice, Luo Sanpao's belly was rounded, its tail was raised, and a cloud of yellow mist spurted out, wrapped in stench and rolled through the rain curtain, directly towards the face of the old man in black.
Dai Mubai was dumbfounded, "If you use stench at this time, do you really think the other person will cover your nose because of the odor?"
Oscar's clone was still trapped in the mine, but the main body saw this scene and twitched his lips, "I don't know if living corpses are afraid of the smell. Sanpao himself almost vomited just looking at it."
When the yellow mist hit the old man's gown, there was no Soul Power collision or half a circle of ripples. Luo Sanpao's belly suddenly collapsed and his body began to melt from the tail.
The purple hair fell off, the skin collapsed, and the four short legs turned into sticky blood. His head still looked back at the master, and he squeezed out a half-whimper from his mouth before completely falling into the black rain.
"Luo Sanpao!"
Yu Xiaogang rushed to fish it out. As soon as his hands touched the black water, his ten fingers were covered with dark purple corpse spots. The nails fell off piece by piece, and the palm skin rolled up and stuck to the cuffs.
Martial Soul is connected to the soul, and the moment Luo Sanpao melts, the backlash pours into the chest along the mark, Yu Xiaogang spurts out black blood, the muscles of the limbs turn blue at the same time, and the knees can no longer support the body.
Kneeling down into the water with a plop, the material of his pants melted away quickly, and large areas of skin on his legs fell off, revealing purple-black flesh. The blood condensed into smelly and sticky lumps as soon as it flowed out.
Liu Erlong threw himself in front of Sky Screen, "Xiaogang, don't grab them, please, don't touch those spots!"
The more painful it became, the more I couldn't help but scratch. Yu Xiaogang dug his ten bloody fingers into his arm and grabbed a handful of flesh. Instead, the corpse spots followed the scratches and penetrated into his shoulders, and his neck quickly swelled.
"Fake... all fake... spiritual illusions can't hurt the real body," Yu Xiaogang said while scratching, the teeth in his mouth began to loosen, and one fell out every time he said a word.
The old man in black clothes raised his hand, pointed it at Yu Xiaogang's forehead from a few steps away, bent his five gray-grey fingers, and knocked lightly on the invisible door three times.
Boom, boom, boom.
Yu Xiaogang's neck suddenly tightened, and there was a strange gurgling sound in his throat. His hands grabbed his throat frantically, and his fingernails were stripped off, and he could only scratch back and forth with his bare hands.
Flender stood up halfway and then fell back to the chair, "Xiao Gang... give in, give in quickly, don't prove it, no one will compete with you for first place!"
Yu Xiaogang couldn't hear, his mouth was opened as wide as possible, his tongue was purple and swollen, the whites of his eyes were filled with black bit by bit, his chest was bulging and deflating, but he couldn't take a breath.
Suddenly, several blood bags bulged out from his scalp, and black water poured out from his ear holes. His head swelled larger and larger, and his face cracked with tiny cracks filled with purple-black mucus.
With a muffled bang, half of Yu Xiaogang's head exploded, and the broken bones were mixed with black pulp and splashed into the rainwater. He still knelt for a moment before falling down next to the bloody water left by Luo Sanpao.
Liu Erlong rolled his eyes and fainted. Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan No one spoke. Yu Yuanzhen raised his hands to cover his face, and the seams in his palms were filled with tears that could not be suppressed.
Flender collapsed in the chair, his glasses fell to his feet, and his lips trembled as he repeated, "Dead, Xiaogang is really dead..."
Sky Screen didn't move away. Yu Xiaogang The corpse with half of its head missing suddenly moved. He held the black water with both hands and stood upright little by little. The flesh and blood on the two legs were still hanging down.
The remaining half of his face turned numbly, and finally he pointed at a closed wooden door on the street, raised his right hand with only bones left in it, and knocked on it according to the movements of the old man in black.
Boom, boom, boom.
[Ghost Slave conversion completed.]