The huge fist expanded rapidly in the judge's ghostly eyes.

At this moment, it seemed that the whole world was covered and his entire field of vision was filled.

The wind of the fist blew wildly at his facial bones and eye sockets, as if it was going to extinguish the will-o'-the-wisps in his eyes in one breath.

The judge has not experienced this feeling of destruction for hundreds of years.

The will-o'-the-wisps in his eyes flickered, and he waved the big pen in his hand.

The figure seemed to dissolve and disappear into the air.

An Le's punch failed again.

"That pen can not only attack, but also teleport over short distances?"

"What a troublesome little bug..."

He stood up straight again, his eyes cold.

The face on the ghost armor looked even more ferocious and terrifying.

During the deduction, An Leke was like being played by a judge, helplessly watching the people around him die tragically one after another.

He has already remembered this grudge!

Peaceful revenge, always from morning to night.

A dark path vaguely appeared in his underworld ghost eyes.

This is the breath left by the judge.

To him, it was as clear as fire, as clear as a glance.

Anle sneered: "You can't escape!"

****

at the same time.

In a dilapidated small temple.

Hu Chunsheng was pacing back and forth uneasily.

Xiong Batian couldn't help but frown.

"Old Hu, what are you wandering around there for? You're wandering around so much that it makes my eyes dazzled."

Hu Chunsheng helplessly raised his forehead and explained.

"I was worried that something might happen to the ghost Taoist friend after being gone for such a long time."

Xiong Batian patted his chest, looking confident.

"Don't worry, he is so strong, why do we need to worry?"

Hu Chunsheng frowned.

"Of course ordinary evil spirits are no match for fellow ghosts, but if it's that guy from before..."

He thought of the tragic deaths of his companions one after another, and while resentment flashed in his eyes, he couldn't help but feel a bit of fear.

The unknown brings terror.

Until now, Hu Chunsheng doesn't know what kind of existence the other party is.

An invisible killer hiding in the dark is far more dangerous than a beast showing its fangs.

Peng Ziming was worried about another thing.

"Senior Ghost won't abandon us and go alone, right?"

Wang Nian immediately retorted: "Impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible."

Peng Ziming asked with a strange expression.

"How long have you known him? Why are you so sure?"

Wang Nian did not answer.

However, many people do have such concerns.

In addition, Hu Chunsheng noticed that the protective power of this small temple was rapidly weakening.

So I decided to leave the temple on my own initiative, searching for the Ghost-Faced Man and exploring a new shelter.

But there were two people who made different decisions.

"Do you really want to stay here?"

Peng Ziming asked Yu Liang.

Yu Liang responded: "Yes, this place is quite safe. We plan to hide in this temple for two or three days."

Shi Yanyan also nodded.

"It's fine just living here."

Seeing the attitude of the two people, Peng Ziming opened his mouth and stopped trying to persuade him.

Good words can't persuade the devil to die.

His previous reminders were all based on the friendship of fighting side by side along the way.

It didn't take long.

The group left the small temple, with only Yu Liang and the Taoist couple remaining.

In fact, some monsters have also wavered a little.

However, under Hu Chunsheng's order, he decided to act with the large army.

People walk along the smooth old streets.

Whether it was an illusion or not, everyone felt that the clouds above their heads seemed to be darker than the previous two days.

There is a feeling of being watched.

In the shadows in the corners of the building, it seems as if there is always evil following behind.

Those who are less courageous will feel frightened just by walking here, with cold sweat oozing out from their bodies.

"Have the number of evil spirits increased?"

Xiong Batian asked uncertainly.

Hu Chunsheng frowned.

This is undoubtedly an ominous sign.

The ruins are already very dangerous, and now a new mutation has occurred?

Soon, a sharp-eyed demon exclaimed.

"Look! That's..."

Another tall statue with two heads and four arms broke into their sight.

The depressing and dull atmosphere covered the surroundings invisibly.

Everyone chanted incantations and prepared to face the enemy.

At this time, Xiong Batian said unexpectedly.

"It seems...dead?"

People looked closely and found that the statue was not moving at all.

If you look closely, you will see that there is a huge hole in the chest that is shrouded in shadow.

The core was forcefully dug away, exposing the ordinary wooden body.

It looks a bit miserable.

"It was done by the Ghost-Faced Man."

Hu Chunsheng said definitely.

He looked near the corpse of the statue. The solid ground was full of cracks, and many houses collapsed. It was like a natural disaster swept through.

Who else could use such violent and rude methods except the Ghost-Faced Man?

Everyone was secretly shocked.

Keep walking forward.

Along the way, we saw several dead statues of gods.

The death of the statue was quite heroic.

Most of them have big holes in their chests, and the core strength that supports their operation is taken away.

Some were torn apart, and even the complete shape could not be preserved.
To be continued...