Chapter 877

Jiang Hao just wanted to speak, he was covered by the cold hand of Mo Zhu. Seeing that Mo Zhu shook his head vigorously, Jiang Hao understood, but he did not dare to activate aura, so he could only jog carefully.

Two papermen came down from the carriage, looked at each other, and jumped into the arena. The appearance is very funny, the face in the red dot, but people can not laugh.

After catching a glimpse of his eyes, his soul touched and his body began to twitch. Instinctive fear, which is a kind of behavior hidden in the subconscious and deeply rooted in instinct.

It seems that fear is a normal, right and proper behavior.

The paper man jumped high, and his huge body fell to the ground, but there was no sound. The paper shoe touched the ground and made a howling sound.

This is how ghosts cry and howl.

One step, two steps, three steps

They are approaching Jiang Hao and them step by step.

There is a guard whose psychological quality is not good. He makes a sound. The paper man's green eyes locked him and burst in place, turning into a black shadow. The shadow crawled towards the guard like a spider's appendage.

The shadow locks the guard's shadow and draws it out directly.

The guard's face was bloodless, his eyes were empty and his mouth was slightly open. It seems that he didn't know the message that he was dead at the moment before he died.

The black shadow of spiders is silent and reaps life cruelly.

After a while, another guard died just like before.

Jiang Hao didn't use his aura, but he didn't dare to use it. If you can rely on aura to urge the body to leave, I'm afraid that Mo Zhu has already done it.

Since Mo Zhu doesn't do it, there must be his reason.

One by one the guards died.

A room more than ten meters away is now the furthest distance in the world, and it seems that it will never be finished.

It may never arrive in your lifetime.

All the guards died inexplicably, and the bodies were assimilated into the cold environment, so hard. A guard mouth out of saliva, not falling, but a frozen.

They dare not use aura, they can only rely on their own body to resist.

Cold air around Jiang Hao, like a steel needle, into each pore. At the moment of penetration, it can bloom, blood coagulates instantly, cells condense, and nerve endings are numb.

Jiang Hao still did not dare to use aura. He could only force his divine sense to order him to leave with those rigid bodies.

More and more heavy steps, more and more rigid body.

However,

the green eyes of the two papermen locked, and they uttered a strange voice: "delicious!"

Jiang Hao's hair was creepy and he could not help but quicken his pace.

His body has been quenched by the power of the undead and has the power of fire, so it doesn't freeze so fast.

As for Mo Zhu, Jiang Hao saw that he ran very fast. If you dare to stay here for so long, you must have some means.

He didn't expect Mo Zhu to save him.

After all, it's just acquaintance. Why let others take their lives to save themselves.

The shadow came after all.

He turned into a spider like black hand and grabbed Jiang Hao's shadow.

He's going to die like everybody else.

He scolded a rude word, called on the power of the undead bird, whispered: "red lotus industry fire, purify everything!"

However, Reiki bombardment in the shadow, no effect. The flame lotus was swallowed by the black shadow and grew stronger. The temperature around it fell lower.

The claws caught his shadow.

He felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, as if he had been hit by an awl, and he was dizzy.

No,

he can't die yet.

He wants to live.

Strong will to survive supported him, soul power shaking, want to get rid of the control of the shadow.

However, the shadow seems to have a million pounds of power, no matter how he tosses, there is no effect.

The "awl" on the back of his head was deeper. He felt his brain slowly flowing out and his eyes were swollen. He wanted to jump out of the orbit.

What to do?

What to do?

There is no way.

Jiang Hao took a breath of cool air, and once again felt the earth calling himself, trying to fall into endless sleep.

He pulled out the heartless knife, the flame lotus blossomed, let the dark shadow toss, bite his lips, taste sweet, restore a little strength.

Jump out of place and cut at another paper man.

The evil spirit was enveloped in the sky and condensed into substance. The murderous uprising connected the evil spirit into a whole. The flame lotus blooms again, the red lotus blooms, and the flowers wither.

The paper man's body is light and floating, moving with the wind, avoiding Jiang Hao's attack.

However,

Jiang Hao's knife technique is not vegetarian.

"Don't Mo Zhu shouts.

But Jiang Hao did not hear, even if he heard, he could not stop. Cut off the paper man's head with a knife.The funny head of the paper man rolled to the ground, and his body began to burn violently, turning into countless black powder and floating into the air.

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