"Yo, you think you're a gray wolf" Zhang Cheng laughed, "In this situation, you still want to go" Chaos smiled disdainfully, "You think that you can trap me by setting up a big array and drawing these spells on the wall, you are too underestimating the four ancient murderers?"
"The cow is not blown, since you don't surrender, then you can only do it" Zhang Cheng took a step back and waved his right hand.
The mage next to him had already prepared, and when he saw Zhang Cheng's order, he immediately made a move, and the spell weapon rained towards Chaos.
Hua Long didn't make a move, and took the Jiuyang whisk to protect Wang Dafu and Lin Wan'er from being injured by mistake.
Ye Xiaoman has the Yin and Yang Bagua Mirror to protect his body, so he is naturally not afraid of these attacks, and guards the position at the door to prevent chaos from escaping.
In the face of overwhelming attacks, Chaos snorted, his body suddenly became tall, and the clothes of his whole body fell off with his skin and flesh, and finally turned into a two-meter-tall giant, his soul body was shining with golden light, his muscles were knotted, and his momentum was amazing.
Fortunately, Zhang Cheng's villa is high enough, so the ceiling was not broken.
"Corpse King" Everyone was shocked at the same time as they saw the golden giant in front of them.
The process of dealing with the Corpse King before is still vivid, and I feel chilled when I think about it.
"Don't be afraid," Hou Jingshan shouted: "This is an illusion created by chaos, continue to attack" Seeing that he couldn't frighten these mages, Chaos roared angrily, and suddenly with a wave of his long arm, a white air stream was released.
The air flow surged and turned into dozens of powerful ghosts with red light, rushing towards those mages.
When the mages saw it, they didn't care about attacking Chaos, and hurriedly withdrew their magic weapons to resist these hideous-looking ghosts.
But when the magic weapon hit the powerful ghosts, it actually passed by in a string, and those powerful ghosts also turned into a ball of white gas and disappeared without a trace.
Another illusion The mages were so angry that they were about to continue attacking Chaos, but Chaos had already taken this opportunity to regain his original appearance, rushed to the window, and punched the glass.
After taking a punch from Chaos, the window pane was not broken, but the rune light on it dimmed a little, and it was estimated that it would not be able to withstand it if it came a few more times.
Chaos was just about to continue, when suddenly there was a wind in the back of his head, and he didn't think much about it, so he quickly rolled and flashed to the side.
"Phew" A pitch-black iron rod struck Chaos just now, smashing the marble floor tiles to pieces.
The corners of Zhang Cheng's mouth twitched, his eyes were full of distress, this is natural marble, a piece is thousands of years bigger, this battle is over, it is estimated that it can only be redecorated.
"Bastards come and die" Zhang Cheng lifted the stick and looked at Chaos angrily.
Chaos didn't fight hard with Zhang Cheng, and instead pounced on the group of mages, wanting Zhang Cheng to throw a mouse bogey and not dare to make a heavy hand, and then look for an opportunity to escape.
When those mages saw Chaos rushing over, they immediately shouted and quickly dispersed around.
Hou Jingshan rushed over, and the Qingfeng Sword in his hand slashed through the air, leaving a ripple-like pattern and slashing towards Chaos.
"Carving insects dare to show off their little skills," Chaos snorted, opening his mouth and spewing out a breath of white air.
The Qingfeng sword slashed into the white qi, like a quagmire, unable to advance an inch, Chaos grabbed and waved, and his right arm suddenly swelled, grabbing towards Hou Jingshan's chest.
"Little monkey" Hua Long shouted angrily, and the Jiuyang whisk in his hand hit Chaos, trying to force the other party to stop.
But Chaos didn't pay attention to it at all, his body rippled like water waves, and he easily avoided Jiuyang Fuchen, and at the same time pressed his right hand on Hou Jingshan's chest.
A stream of chaotic qi poured out from the palm of his hand and poured into Hou Jingshan's body, frantically devouring the true qi in his body, and at the same time, the meridian muscles began to wither rapidly.
Hou Jingshan's appearance became old at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the man who was originally about thirty looked like he was fifty or sixty years old.
"Not good" Zhang Cheng's face changed, although Hou Jingshan is his servant, but it depends on the master to beat the dog, you hurt my person in front of me, where to put Lao Tzu's face Zhang Cheng flew over and stabbed Chaos with a stick, Chaos didn't dare to be careless, so he could only let go of Hou Jingshan, and then raised his right hand and grabbed the tail of the mourning stick.
"Fool" Zhang Cheng sneered, his mind moved, and the mourning stick immediately trembled violently, and a stream of golden light rushed from the stick into the chaotic body with the momentum of lightning.
Chaos's face changed drastically, and he quickly let go of his hand, and at the same time took a few steps back, and the white qi surging all over his body.
"Machine Spirit, your ghost weapon gave birth to a machine spirit" "Isn't it a surprise?"
Zhang Cheng sneered, didn't rush to pursue, raised his hand and patted Hou Jingshan's shoulder, forcing the chaotic qi in his body out, and then crossed a trace of yang qi to repair the withered meridian muscles.
Hou Jingshan's appearance slowly recovered, nodded to Zhang Cheng, and said gratefully: "Thank you, master" "You're welcome, follow Brother Cheng Chao, you won't be hit by flying knives" Zhang Cheng smiled, turned his head to look at Chaos, Chaos snorted angrily, and opened his mouth to exhale a breath of white air.
After the white qi left the body, it gradually took shape, turning into a vague man's appearance, with red light flashing all over his body, and the ghostly aura was compelling.
"If you still make illusions, don't you have any other tricks" Zhang Cheng laughed shamefully, ignoring the ghost at all, and rushed straight towards Chaos.
But what he didn't expect was that the ghost attacked and actually scratched his soul with a claw.
Zhang Cheng's defenseless three souls and seven spirits suddenly trembled faintly, if he hadn't been promoted to the ghost head, his soul would definitely be damaged now.
Surprised, Zhang Cheng waved his hand to block the ghost, looked at it, and suddenly changed his face.
Although the face of this terrible ghost in front of him is unknown, it clearly has no hair, and after careful identification, you can vaguely see the appearance of the dream mage.
Zhang Cheng suddenly realized that the real Dream Mage had already died, and because he was afraid of being discovered by himself, Chaos hid the soul of the Dream in his body.
Just now, he claimed that he had crushed the soul mark of the last dream was also deceitful and chaotic, and he would not easily disregard human life until he was sure.
"Master, save me" The soul of the Dream Mage roared as he kept attacking Zhang Cheng.
Zhang Cheng saw that the dream must have been controlled by chaos, and he couldn't help himself.
Although he can make it fly away as long as his mind moves, he is a little unbearable.
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After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Cheng gritted his teeth and took the blow of the Lost Dream, and at the same time stretched out his right hand to pinch the Lost Dream's neck and stuffed him into his mouth, hoping to cut off the control of Chaos.
"He's my puppet now" Chaos smiled, and with a movement of his hands, a suction force rose out of thin air, wrapping around Dream's feet and pulling him back.
"No" Yumeng screamed, stretched out his hand, and looked at Zhang Cheng with a pleading face.
"The paralyzed person who is not allowed to touch me" Zhang Cheng scolded angrily, and the mourning stick came out of his hand, turning into a black shadow, and the latter came first, slamming into Chaos's chest.
The chaotic figure shook for a while, and a hole the size of a bowl appeared in his chest, and before he could speak, the mourning stick suddenly flew back on its own, slashed half a circle in the air, and smashed on the back of his head with a scream: