Reincarnation of Terror: a Hundred Times Reward

And the eyes, the spiritual power flowed, and the heavenly eyes opened.

Seeing that less than a step in front of him, a ghost really floated.

The knocker had ragged clothes, bloodthirsty and madness in his eyes, and his grievances were extremely heavy.

It seems that many people have been killed.

Seeing Lin Chuan take the initiative to open the door, the knocking ghost stopped, his expression was even more painful.

"Do you dare to open the door to die?"

Knocking on the door, ghosts murmured.

He killed dozens of people, and none of them dared to open the door and let him in.

Before death, everyone cried in panic and even knelt down and begged for mercy.

But now, in front of him, Lin Chuan not only didn't see the slightest timidity, but on the contrary, he was smiling and full of confidence.

This feeling is not like an unlucky person who is surrounded by evil spirits, but more like a person who takes the initiative to open the door and greet a friend.

"Hehe, I was scared by you for half a month, how can I not come out to entertain you."

Lin Chuan chuckled slightly.

The evil spirit of the knocker was still below Dong Xiaoyu.

Three years of cultivation, able to beat Dong Xiaoyu, almost lost his soul.

Now he has one hundred and three years of cultivation base, and it is easy to punish this ghost.

"Die me!"

When the knocking ghost saw it, he stopped the ink, stretched out his hands and pinched Lin Chuan's neck directly.

The living person strangled to death by him will not leave the slightest damage to the physical appearance, but will suffocate and die!

Finally, die in pain!

"Extract, Thousand-Year Peach Wood Sword!"

Lin Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his palm, and said a word in his heart.

In the blink of an eye, the palm of his hand had grabbed a sword hilt.

A mahogany long sword exuding simplicity, majesty and masculinity appeared in his hand.

Afterwards, he pulled a sword flower and stab straight forward.

This sword is simple and simple without any fancy moves.

The sword edge stabbed, not yet touched.

The yin air of the knocking ghost in front of you is like cotton that meets a raging fire, boiling and burning instantly!

Zi Zi Zi! !

The knocking ghost produced a puff of white smoke, which was a manifestation of the yin energy being burned.

And the figure of the knocker stopped in an instant.

If this sword passes through his heart, he will surely be gone!

However, Lin Chuan moved slowly but slowly.

But holding a thousand-year mahogany sword in hand, the sword has a sword spirit.

When the sword is out, the sword will burst out!

Just like the heavy stone Taishan, it will suppress the knocking ghost to death, unable to move!

If you want to escape, you can't do it!

"I beg the master to forgive me, I haven't harmed anyone."

"Please beg the master to forgive me."

As the Thousand-Year Peach Wood Sword approached, the ghost and ghost knocked on the door and couldn't help but tremble.

He couldn't help begging for mercy.

His face was full of regret and fear, and repeated nonsense, as if he had really known his mistake and repented.

"Oh, a series of nonsense."

Lin Chuan sneered.

The hand movement remains the same.

Not to mention, this knocker was extremely evil and obviously harmed a lot of people.

Even if you really take ten thousand steps back, this knocking ghost has never harmed anyone, and if you really know your mistakes and repent, you will become a good ghost in the future.

Must also be destroyed!

He is not a virgin bitch. He was frightened for half a month, and he could face it calmly and forgive with a smile.

This knocker can only have one result!

Soul flies away!

As the Thousand-Year Peach Wood Sword approached, the blade pierced into the ghost of the knocker without any hindrance.

Under the influence of the Thousand-Year Peach Wood Sword, the ghost spirit of knocking on the door continued to dissipate.

Ahhhhhhh! !

In just a few blinks, the whole knocker disappeared invisible in a scream of horror.

Look at it again with the eyes of the sky.

In the entire store, there was no longer a trace of knocking on the door.

A sword pierces the heart, and the soul is scattered.

Not even a trace of breath remained.

Thousand-year mahogany sword, really domineering!