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Chapter 109 Multi-directional trends(1/2)

The inside of the scarlet sedan chair was empty and nothing.

When I looked in, it seemed no different from an ordinary sedan chair.

Qi Yun looked inside, frowned, and showed doubts.

He lowered the curtain again and observed the bloody sedan chair.

Suddenly, he slapped the sedan chair with a palm, and a raging flame appeared, mixed with terrifying energy, and swallowed it directly like an angry beast.

Just then!

The blood-colored sedan suddenly rotated, and the curtain opened, like a scarlet mouth swallowing Qi Yun.

Qi Yun moved his iron rod, covered with fire, and swept his staff down hard towards the sedan chair.

The power of this attack was not very great. The dark iron rod seemed to be resurrected in his hand, and with extremely heavy power, it hit the sedan chair hard.

Bang!

The entire sedan was smashed into pieces by him on the spot and exploded.

Under the heavy rain, a red paper-made man appeared in front of him.

Thick blush, white cheeks, a weird smile on the corners of his mouth, and a cold and terrifying aura lingered in his body, like an evil god.

It stood in the heavy rain, staring at Qi Yun sarcastically.

"Hey…"

Suddenly, my body blurred and disappeared in an instant.

"court death!"

A cold light shot out from Qi Yun's eyes.

Boom!

The blood of the body surged violently, and it instantly increased sharply, and it increased by three times. It burned wildly, and the flame aura appeared, and the iron staff in his hand was directly covered by flames.

His whole body rotated directly and turned into a flaming tornado, with a violent breath.

Judgment!

The terrifying flame tornado instantly rolled towards the Void on one side.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

The force continued to sweep out, colliding with the void on one side, making waves of low and terrifying sounds.

Hurry!

The paper-breaker was shocked again and flew backwards, landed in the distance, made a sharp sound, and turned around and left.

But Qi Yun's body immediately chased after him, about two meters tall wrapped in flame energy and energy, just like a black mountain, with a terrifying aura.

Boom!

He instantly came behind the paper-killer, and the black iron rod suddenly swept past.

Bang!

The paper-breaking man was swept around the waist and let out a shrill cry. His body was almost broken by sweeping, and his whole body flew out directly and smashed heavily in the distance.

But as soon as he flew out, Qi Yun's body instantly chased after him.

Click!

In the air, a golden sword fell from the sky, like thunder falling from the sky, terrifying and unpredictable, containing the power of panic, and suddenly penetrated into the paper-killing man.

Bang!

The paper-breaking man's body was slashed by a golden sword on the spot, exploded and turned into pieces.

A drop of green blood splashed out and was grabbed by him.

Integral value +60.

"Another weak ghost."

A hint of indifference appeared at the corner of Qi Yun's mouth.

Now he is somewhat disliked by this kind of ghost.

But Pingyang City became chaotic because of this kind of ghost.

Even if he killed all these ghosts, those who fled would never come back.

Once you are bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of the rope for ten years.

For them, this Pingyang City has become a veritable ominous place.

The heavy rain was pouring and rustling, making the streets full of water stains.

Qi Yun walked on a rainy night and continued to patrol ahead.

His mental power is now extremely amazing, reaching 28 points, and with the blessing of the Purple Thunder Glove, it is 36 points.

The mental power of 36 o'clock allows him to hear any sound that others cannot hear.

You can also see anything that others cannot see.

He wandered around the city for the whole night, looking for weirdness.



An abandoned ancient village outside the city.

A blood-stained figure appeared in this area, holding the wall on one side of the hand, four or five corpses lying behind him, and many buildings were destroyed.

Four or five people stood in front of this figure.

"The shrine changed its owner again and was taken away by the people from the Nether Palace. Now we can't take action anymore. Nether Palace... we can't afford to offend it."

The blood-stained figure said.

All four people in front of them were nodding.

"Sir, the three hall masters and two backbones we sent were missing in Pingyang City, including Mr. Zhu Bo. Do you think about this?"

One of them suddenly said.

The blood-stained figure sneered and said, "They are dead. There is a gang in Pingyang City called the Qinglong Gang. My mental calculation just happened to calculate this gang, which shows that their death is inseparable from the Qinglong Gang."

"What?"

"Sir, can you figure out who is taking action?"

The few people in front of him asked in surprise.

"He has a strange treasure on him, which blocked my calculations. He is probably also a awakened person. You can check it out and you will know if it is possible!"

The blood-stained figure said.

"Yes, sir."

They bowed.



Another area.

A young man sighed and held a shrine in his hand. He walked out of a village. There was a silence behind him. All the houses fell to the ground, their bodies were shriveled and their blood was sucked away.

In addition to these residents, there are several strange existences.

One was a burly middle-aged man in a black robe, and two pale figures, all of whom were dry with blood.

"It's going to be bad now. They spread the news back. Next, I will be chased by the Nether Palace. I'm in trouble..."

The young man said to himself.

Suddenly, his heart moved and he took out an ancient jade from his arms. He saw that the ancient jade was covered with cracks and instantly split.

"It's broken, and the curse of the bronze bell I set up was also broken. It seems that there are still masters in Pingyang City. For this matter, it's God's will to survive after two of my curses."

The young man said.

He held the shrine and walked towards the distance.



One night passed.

The rising sun rose again.

The heavy rain continued to drift.

Qi Yun walked out of an inn and grabbed a head in his hand.

The head and eyes were closed, and the face looked like paper. It was not cut off and disappeared, but it seemed to have evaporated.

There was no blood under the neck.

This head was discovered in the yard.
To be continued...
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