The dark night, boundless heavy ink spreads over the sky, and even the glimmer of stars did not leak out. The streets of the dead town were like a river with flat waves. They were placed straight in the center of abandoned houses on both sides.

The leaves that rustle due to the wind and rain are like memories of returning to their journey, and the fallen leaves return to their roots.

The red coffin is like the one I saw in Zhou Shan's illusion, but it is even more huge. It is carried by sixteen ghost kings, step by step, as stable as Mount Tai.

Along the way, the sea of ​​blood is fragrant and the ghost energy rushes into the clouds.

Those who carry the coffin are eight men and eight women, males die of thirty and females die of twenties and eight women, all of which are carefully selected by this age group. From a distance, they are a group of handsome men and elegant women.

I will never read it wrong, that is, the sixteen ghost kings, their eyes are pure blood color, and they are symbols of the ghost king.

It feels normal to think about it. Grandma's identity is so extraordinary that only the Ghost King can be worthy of her. I don't know where the sixteen Ghost Kings came from, but this lineup is still so powerful that it is far beyond my imagination.

The sad song penetrates people's hearts. The Ghost King carried his grandmother's coffin and walked across the street. Even people with some IQs would not dare to get close to them!

After the coffin, a group of ghosts followed behind, one after another, just like the mourning people. These were ghost generals. Looking from behind the coffin, the group of mourning people were selected just right, they were all close to the level of the Ghost King, and were much younger than grandma. The girl was a little bit too.

Just like the people who send mourning in the world, they must be younger than the dead.

The Ghost King carried the coffin, the ghost generals sent the mourning, and the terrifying team of hundreds of ghosts carried the black soul-summing banner. The white soul-summing banner swayed across the street, throwing white dark paper all the way.

Dong.

Dong.

The sound of the drums of the devil is urging the ghosts to go on the road, crying and shaking the soul.

I don’t know if my wife and sister pulled the corner of my clothes or my black eyebrows pulled the corner of my clothes. In short, I was in a trance for the first time in front of the formation.

"Military advisor... don't! Don't go over! Wake up!" Seeing that I was about to walk towards the Ghost King to carry the coffin, Daimei held me and refused to let go. This was really terrifying. Any Ghost King carrying the coffin could easily kill us.

"Daimei, you run away first. Go to Xiaoyitun. I can't leave anymore... My grandmother was locked in the coffin..." I looked at the team of hundreds of ghosts with tears in my eyes and walked towards me, trembling all over. I watched my hands tremble, and the panic in my heart was hard to resist.

Zhou Shan finally completed the step of living coffin with his own strength.

He used an ancient book to attract countless ghost generals to set up a large formation for the Blood Cloud Coffin, rushing to find suitable offerings, and rushing to fight and fight.

It even attracted the regular army of the City Gods from three counties to fight for the Blood Cloud Coffin, and used ghost energy to lead the coalition forces into the Blood Cloud Formation. Then it launched the formation at a specific time, and used nearly 10,000 ghost soldiers and ghost generals to sacrifice the Blood Cloud Formation!

He developed something unprecedented and unprecedentedly terrifying! In the end, he disappeared without a trace.

I don’t know whether the Blood Cloud Coffin is a thing, a scene, a tragedy, or the same item, but the price is too terrible. These ghost soldiers and ghost generals have more or less developed spiritual intelligence, and are also a kind of spiritual object in the universe. They turn into blood energy and become the nourishment of the Blood Cloud Coffin.

As for the selected suitable coffin carryrs to deliver the funeral, the level has soared to the late stage, and even reached the level of the coffin carrying ghost king.

Wang Yue said that the coffin is alive. Once the person who has locked his soul in it, even if it is thousands of miles away, the dead will run back to the coffin by themselves. When the coffin is opened, the farther it can run. Even if it is placed in front of you, there is no way to deal with it. In addition to the various abilities of the people in the coffin, it can also command the surrounding ghosts and ghosts to attack the people close.

But I don’t know if I still have free thoughts, but if I still have my own ideas, then what else do the person who made him do?

"Grandma!" I couldn't help but shout, and knelt on the spot. Seeing my relatives crossing the street, would anyone not kneel down unfilial? What's more, my grandmother who has saved my life and recreated me!

She has now locked up a blood cloud coffin and carried a group of ghosts through the alley. How can I not be sad and angry?

Even if I can't see her in the coffin, my longing for her remains. Even if I can't touch her cold body, my nostalgia for her remains.

"Grandma! It's my day! I'm here! Come to Fengfeng Town to see you..." I don't know what to say, grandma may not be able to hear it, or it may be able to hear it.

Daimei was so scared that her soul fluctuated and wanted to pull me up and escape from here, but I threw her away. She wanted to use force, but she glared at me.

"Let's go!" I yelled at her, and the coffin in front of me was getting closer and closer. In desperation, Mei Dai could only fly away from here.

Wei Ziling may be dead, Zuo Chen may be dead. His familiar faces are vivid in my mind. These guys have more or less intertwined with me. I don’t want Daimei to accompany me to die anymore.

Dong! Dong!

The sound of mourning drums was getting closer and closer. I knelt beside the street, watching the coffin reaching in front of me, with only sadness for my relatives left in my eyes.

"Grandma!" I called out again, and seeing the coffin keeps stopping, I was also a little anxious. Can't I see this coffin?

My wife and sister did not have a warning, which means that the Blood Cloud Coffin does not seem to be dangerous to me, but if you say this terrifying thing is not dangerous, who believes it?

Maybe Daimei stayed for a while and would eat it.

The coffin continued to be lifted, almost in front of me, and the powerful sense of oppression made my head lower. My blood and energy rolled, and it was as difficult to control myself as if I had fallen into a demonic obstacle.

"Stop the coffin for me!" I yelled!

The coffin has not stopped and continues to walk towards me.

My whole body was trembling, my body was shaking, and I was almost pressed to the ground.

"stop……"

"stop!!"

And when I felt my spine was broken, a faint sound came, and the sound was followed by another loud and terrifying sound.

When I heard the former, I burst into tears. Grandma! Is grandma still alive?

But the latter shocked me so much that I couldn't suppress myself. This sound was not human at all. Who was issuing the order?

"Grandma! I'm one day! I know you're still alive! Grandma! You're still alive, right?" I shouted quickly and crawled towards the coffin desperately.

"If you have gratitude, say mercy, say mercy." The terrifying voice jumped out without any emotion, scaring me to sweat on my forehead.

"What the hell are you? You locked up my grandmother!" I glanced at the coffin, but couldn't find half of the figure.

"If there is no wish, the person who blocks the coffin will die!" A terrifying voice came again, and the ghosts around began to turn their heads and look at me. A strange smile appeared on the corner of their mouths. The male ghost's fangs stretched out, and the female ghost's mouth was split to the corners of their mouths, but all their eyes were still angry.

My expression was stiff, and I was laughing at a group of ghosts. Isn’t this a bit too shrill?

"You dare!" Grandma shouted in the coffin and heard a thud in the coffin, as if grandma was getting angry.

When I heard this, I was extremely excited. Grandma was so powerful that she could still make a decision in the coffin.

The terrifying sound was probably made by the Blood Cloud Coffin. The Blood Cloud Coffin wanted to kill me, so my grandmother was not happy. Grandma was really not dead? But why can't she come out?

My wife and sister did not have a warning, because my grandmother was alive, wasn’t I in danger?

After a series of considerations, I have gained infinite attention to the Blood Cloud Coffin. Its strange appearance and patterns are the same as in Zhou Shan's illusion at that time. I suspect that Zhou Shan had seen the Blood Cloud Coffin before, otherwise it would not be able to simulate it. The place where it hides is also the place where there are walls all around. The Blood Cloud Coffin is guided by the blood array to flow into the Blood Cloud Coffin.

At the critical moment, the blood and energy of nearly 10,000 ghost soldiers and ghost generals would also be transferred to the Blood Cloud Coffin through the formation and finally activated.

But what did Zhou Shan get? Although I don’t know, the other party can undoubtedly get huge benefits from it, because only in this way can he be [    www.biqugeso.me], the head of the Zhou family, an old fox who is step by step, take the risk of starting the Blood Cloud Coffin.

"Is Xuan...coming?"

When I stood up to observe the coffin, my grandmother suddenly heard a faint sound from the coffin.

"Zhou Xuan? Zhou Xuan is not dead? Grandma! Where is she? I didn't see her." I was shocked, Xuan? Zhou Xuan? Didn't Zhou Xuan become a resentful corpse, and his soul body was sealed with a soul seal talisman? Why did my grandma suddenly ask me about Zhou Xuan?

"Didn't come? Forget it..."

I listened and knew that my grandmother was very sad, but actually I was also sad. Zhou Xuan is Zhang Yidan’s wife and my cousin. She made a resentful corpse for someone. Grandma was sad enough. If she knew that the child in Zhou Xuan’s belly became a ghost baby, how could her grandmother handle herself?

"A lot of trivial matters should be stopped!" A terrifying voice came again, and a ghost suddenly rushed towards me!

The Blood Cloud Coffin said it directly and killed it. It was too fierce. I took a few steps back quickly. Of course, I couldn't sit and wait for death. I touched the cowhide shoulder bag.

"Bloody clothes!"

What surprised me was that when my grandmother read two words, the ghost king carrying the coffin was suddenly stunned at this time, and then his whole body became red, as if he was put on a bloody dress, and he flew out. With a big hand, a long red whip was swung over, and a crackling sound directly swept the rows of ghosts sending death to ashes!

The ghost king roared, his whole body exploded, and finally got rid of his grandmother's forced control!

There was one less coffin carryer, and the coffin couldn't help but tilt down. I could imagine how depressed the Blood Cloud Coffin was, and at the same time I was speechless by my grandmother's magic.

She instantly forced the Ghost King to control the Ghost King and added the bloody clothes. With this move, I don’t know when I will learn it! I didn’t expect that she was also a ghost path, and she played many times better than me, and even the Ghost King could control it.

"One day, run."
Chapter completed!