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Chapter 186 Pushing the Eastern District Horizontally!

Two shrill screams of ghosts broke through the dead silence and echoed through the world of the dead with a unique frequency.

The East District, where there were no ghosts on the streets, suddenly became gloomy and windy. Ghosts dragged their broken limbs and arms, and walked out of the deep alleyway.

Among them, there are many small bosses from past dynasties.

When Sikong saw this, he was not surprised but overjoyed. He locked his aura to prevent his strong energy and blood from frightening away these ghosts who acted purely on instinct.

Today's Sikong, in the eyes of these ghosts, is just an ordinary person with weak blood and malnutrition.

They are the ones who are used as substitutes and sucked!

One half of its body was left, and its colorful intestines dragged the ghosts all over the floor. It greedily approached Sikong. Only three fingers were left in its cold and icy hand, which had been pierced by iron nails.

When this ghost was alive, he was probably beheaded and nailed to the ground with nails, leaving his body intact.

This ghost's cold hand grabbed Sikong, only to see Sikong grinning, and his whole body began to swell and grow taller!
Muscles piled up, like a little mouse scurrying under Sikong's skin. With a body size of nearly three meters, the skin was blood-red. The surfaces of both hands and feet were covered with a thick layer of horny layer like armor. Roots of blood vessels and muscles, Qiu Jin is densely covered, towering high.

The shoes were directly stretched out, only the wolf servant specially made for the little boss was stretched out of shape, and was still tenaciously fitting Sikong's body.

Sikong in this form is his peak!
The fierce tiger awakened from its slumber began to show its minions!
The ghost hand landed on Sikong, like a piece of ice falling on the stove, amidst the buzzing sound, dense black smoke billowed out.

The ghost was in pain and retreated in horror.

"I'm here, I want to go!"

Sikong grinned grimly, his torn mouth stretched all the way to his ears, like a sickle in the shape of a smile, full of a weird and wonderful sense of arrogance.

Sikong hugged the ghost directly by the waist, and the peak of Qi and blood flowed in front of his chest, burning the ghost with crazy charcoal, the ghost struggled, and its sharp nails grabbed Sikong's body, but under the burning of Sikong's blood, it quickly gasified .

"die!"

Sikong shouted, clasped his hands tightly, and with a bang, like a balloon being popped, the ghost instantly exploded into wisps of ghostly aura, floating in the air.

Jian Zhaoshuang floated over in a hurry, greedily sucking Wuzhu's ghost energy.

Sikong squinted his eyes and looked at the ghostly aura and the ghosts floating towards him one after another.

Ghosts are actually remnants of the magnetic field, and in a sense, they are also spiritual bodies.

Sikong once bought a copy of Martial Arts: The Netherworld's God-receiving Technique from Master Su Ming at a low price.

It can incorporate free spiritual fragments, jade cores and other spiritual substances to self-heal and even strengthen one's own spirit.

It's just that there are two basic requirements for the nether magic method. First, the caster must be in an absolute mental state, that is, abandon the body and only keep the spirit.This point, Sikong, who stepped into the dimensional array of life and death, barely complied.

Second: Incorporating spiritual fragments needs to be extremely pure and free of impurities.

And the mental fragments left by these ghosts in front of them include negative emotions such as resentment, madness, and curses.

Naturally, Sikong didn't dare to easily incorporate these mental fragments.

Even if you want to be included, you have to find a powerful ghost with a huge spiritual body, and then use the magnetic impact of the Xi'ai people in the urn to temper the spiritual body to reach the state of being as pure as steel!
Sikong clasped his fists with both hands, stuck them to his waist, exhaled the turbid air in his chest, and rushed into the group of ghosts in an instant.

'boom!boom!boom! '

With almost a crushing force, Sikong's three-meter-tall figure fell into the group of ghosts. He was particularly abrupt and rushed. He fanned out one hand and hit the ghost. Suddenly, it was like a meteorite rising into the sky. The ghost took off and its whole body burned. Flames, thick with black smoke, exploded in the air like fireworks.

A human pig crawling on the ground with severed limbs, protruding fangs, stained with pus and gore, bit Sikong's ankle fiercely.

However, following a burst of sparks, the ghost's teeth shattered one by one, Sikong sneered, and stomped his foot down!
'boom! '

The whole ground trembled a little, but the ghost exploded in an instant, turning into wandering ghost energy, and became Jian Zhaoshuang's powerful ration.

"Ha, come, come, I will let you die again!"

Sikong laughed loudly and stepped out of the ground, pushing through the crowd of ghosts like he was cutting wheat.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Sikong noticed a particularly cold breath coming from behind, and a thin layer of ice crystals formed on Sikong's skin even through the wolf servant.

"East Ninth District is mine! You stole my leader, give it back to me, give it back to me!"

Sikong turned around abruptly, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a ghost figure that followed him and quickly floated behind him.

"Dead is dead, still hide and seek? I let you hide!"

Sikong didn't look back, he hit directly backwards, flattening the ground and hitting the ghost behind him hard.

As if falling into the deep cold seabed, the boundless coldness came, but Sikong's Qi and blood circulated for a week, and the coldness was dispelled in an instant.

'Boom! '

Sikong took the ghost and directly crashed into the wall, rushing into a stone room among the collapsed rubble.

But they saw that this ghost's chest was sunken, the whites of its eyes were rolled up, and its body was covered with corpse spots. It was the little boss ghost that Sikong encountered for the first time!
But now this little boss is particularly miserable.

The body of the ghost, which was solid like water, is much thinner, and the wisps of ghost energy can hardly form an outline. The face is blurred, and there are still some sane eyes left, but now only bloodthirsty madness remains.

He was worthy of being a little boss when he was alive, but he was still alive after Sikong's blow!
Sikong blew his lips, exposing his white teeth. His shallow crescent-shaped nails slightly scratched the surface of the skin, squeezing out a streak of blood.

Then, punch it down!
'ah!ah!ah! '

The little boss screamed loudly, but as soon as he touched Sikong's blood, the ghost energy immediately melted like snow meeting the scorching sun, and spread quickly. In just a few seconds, it turned into wandering ghost energy.

Can't die anymore.

Jian Zhaoshuang floated out immediately, looking greedily at a cloud of ghostly aura that was extremely dark in color and seemed to be dripping water.

"Humph!"

Sikong snorted coldly, and immediately, Jian Zhaoshuang thumped to the ground, rolled and struggled, the ghostly aura on his body wriggled, and let out a suppressed and deep scream.

The Talisman of Life and Death is not only a key, but also a tool to control ghosts. Naturally, it also has thunder means to control the ghosts it controls.

"You can only eat if I tell you to eat. Do you understand?"

Sikong walked up to Jian Zhaoshuang and looked down condescendingly, his eyes showing cruelty that was a bit colder than Yin Qi.

Then, Sikong didn't care whether Jian Zhaoshuang understood his words or not, and strode towards the ghost energy floating in the air, which was the core of the little boss ghost.

Sikong didn't take him in right away, but instead put him in a small western-style building where the ghosts were not close to him due to the suppression of the boxer chair.

Then, he plunged into the vast crowd of ghosts.

East Ninth District, clean up!

East Eighth District, clean up!

In the East Seventh District, you encounter a small boss ghost, kill it!
East Sixth District, clean up!

Behind Sikong, there were no more ghosts, and the streets were vast and empty.

In front of me, the ghosts from the East Fifth District came in force.

Sikong rushed into the group of ghosts, he wanted to push the Eastern District across the board today!

(End of this chapter)