Age of Terror: I, City God, Start To Sign In

As the boundary seal is completely opened.

The ancient spirit artifacts consumed by the connection between the sealed realm and the human realm have also been left in the world.

After Xiangliu and Zhu Jiuyin escaped from the realm, one lives in Qinghai-Tibet County and the other lives in Beichuan County, hiding their powerful aura as much as possible.

Look for the demon master and others' natal magic weapon and the method to break the seal inside the realm.

These two tasks are weighing heavily on them.

In addition to them, there are also many wild ghost guards who have sensed the aura of these ancient spirit artifacts.

Among them are Ye Yiwansen and Zhang Fan, who have been practicing in the field.

They wanted to go to Shudu to help Qin Zhengtian get rid of the evil, or go to Haidong to defend the coalition forces abroad.

Both were rejected because of insufficient strength and too young age, but Zhan Yu left Ye Yi in Jiangning to look after the two children, but he secretly ran to the capital of Shu.

"Hey... if there is any way to increase our strength to SS immediately."

Zhang Fan sighed deeply, and now he deeply felt the constraints of his weakness.

If you want to become stronger, you can only temper the ghosts in your body through battle.

However, he is not strong enough, and it is difficult to get in touch with those high-rated battles.

A to S-level ghost defenders will always fall into this endless loop.

"Wait a minute……"

Wan Sen suddenly stretched out his hand, blocking their progress.

"There seems to be something..."

Ye Yi also felt a strange breath at the same time.

Wan Sen has yin and yang eyes and has a special natural perception. Ye Yi, as an S-level ghost defender, has a much higher perception than Zhang Fan.

Only Zhang Fan stood awkwardly behind the two, looking at the front in confusion like a blind man.

Zhang Fan couldn't help but his eyes twitched slightly, he must improve his strength as soon as possible.

Wan Sen suddenly stretched out his two fingers, his fingertips haunted, and he swiped in front of his eyes.

A red light flashed, and Wan Sen's eyes suddenly changed.

"To the northeast, there is something with a strong breath."

Wan Sen's gaze turned to the direction of the strange item.

"Is there anything else around?"

The ghost aura in Ye Yi's hands gradually solidified, ready to fight at any time.

Wan Sen shook his head:

"I didn't perceive any other breath, this thing seems to be a spiritual weapon."

"Go, go up and take a look."

As soon as the voice fell, the three people suddenly got wind under their feet, and lightly stepped on the ground, and the surrounding dust was suddenly lifted by the strong wind.

The three of them ran a few hundred meters away in the blink of an eye.

A few minutes later, the three of them came to an object that exuded a faint ghostly air.

"What the **** is this?"

Ye Yi looked at this powerful piece of wood on the ground, and his mind suddenly went blank.

Could it be that the ghost spirit in this world is so strong that any piece of rotten wood is full of ghost energy?

This piece of wood is about two feet long, one end is slightly sharp, and one end has a branch, which looks like antlers.

Zhang Fan stared at this huge peach stick, and grabbed it with a ghost.

"Zhang Fan! Don't..."

Ye Yigang opened his mouth and prepared to stop, suddenly the mahogany stick suddenly released a golden light, and a terrifying breath came to his face.

"what!"

Zhang Fan let out a scream, but the peach stick seemed to be attached to his hand, and he couldn't let go.

With the erosion of a strong breath, the peach stick, which is not strong in its own breath, suddenly exudes an extremely terrifying aura.

Ye Yi and Wan Sen were just about to pull the peach stick out of Zhang Fan's hand, and this aura pushed them both out in an instant.

"Huh-"

A fierce wind lifted Ye Yiwansen and the surrounding gravel and leaves one after another.

Except for the whistling wind, they could not hear anything. They just perceive Zhang Fan's aura getting stronger and stronger, and at the same time gradually move away from their vision.

Wan Sen hurriedly thrust the ghost stick in his hand into the ground.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, a breath spread from the ghost stick to the ground, and Wan Sen finally stopped his retreating figure.

Ye Yi turned his claws with both hands at the same time, and grabbed several deep ravines on the ground.

"What the **** is that?"

Wan Sen looked at Zhang Fan, who had been enveloped in strange energies not far away, and his eyes were full of worries.

As soon as the two stood still, they ran towards Zhang Fan again.

At this time, Zhang Fan was confused, and the peach stick in his hand seemed to have his own consciousness, trying to seize Zhang Fan's body.

If the energy contained in the spirit weapon is stronger than the master, it is very likely to back the master.

Zhang Fan is only an A-level ghost defender, facing such a powerful spirit weapon, there is almost no blocking ability.

Now he still has a trace of sobriety just relying on his own obsession.

But his body is no longer under his control.

"What the **** is going on?"

Zhang Fan felt as if he had escaped into the darkness, and now he couldn't even perceive the existence of his body.

Zhang Fan's soul struggled constantly, trying to regain control of his body.

Ye Yi and Wansen arrived, and saw Zhang Fan standing quietly like a statue holding a peach stick in his hand.

"Zhang Fan?"

Wan Sen gradually approached, and before his hand touched Zhang Fan, Ye Yi suddenly pulled him back:

"Don't move! Zhang Fan's breath of life has not disappeared. The breath of this peach stick is too strong for the two of us to deal with. I suspect that this peach stick has bitten Zhang Fan back."

With that said, Ye Yi quickly took out the City God Talisman on his waist and stroked the City God Talisman with ghost energy in his hand.

A faint golden light flew towards the horizon.

"Aren't Zhan Yu in Shudu?"

Wan Sen was a little anxious.

Ye Yi said solemnly:

"Even if Zhan Yu is here, it's useless. The breath of this thing is not something that an S-level ghost master like us can handle. I'm looking for Chenghuang's help."

"Let's wait and see."

The two stood quietly beside Zhang Fan, perceiving this terrifying breath, and Ye Yi felt a flurry of hair.

The ghosts in the body are too strong, and if the host cannot effectively suppress it, the final result will be backlash.

The aura of this unowned spirit weapon left in the human world is too strong, and it may also backfire the ghost defender who hastily tried to regain it.

When he first sensed the mahogany staff, there was no strong aura, but the moment Zhang Fan touched this thing, his aura instantly rose several times as if the mahogany staff had been activated.

Ye Yi guessed that Zhang Fan was probably suppressed by this spirit weapon at this time, so he couldn't get out.

Not long after the two had waited, a strange breath suddenly appeared not far from them.

Ye Yi looked up excitedly, and a strange figure suddenly appeared in the dark clouds.

A huge snake has nine heads on its body.

The huge body is like a floating hill.

As it moved, the surrounding clouds were all stirred by its body in chaos.

"What's that stuff?"

Ye Yi's complexion suddenly changed, and his eyes suddenly widened.

Suddenly, the monster's nine heads and eighteen blood-red eyes suddenly locked onto the ground, Ye Yi and the three people, and swooped down on the ground.

"Fuck!"