Doomsday Begins with a Nightmare

Lin Mo lost his sight this time.

It may be that these corpse hangers are good at acting, and he didn't realize that this group of seemingly simple and honest guys would give him a **** before.

But it's not right.

They have seen their own strength, and they can knock down six corpses. In this case, even if they are thieves, they don't have the courage to be thieves.

unreasonable.

Lin Mo is a reasonable person, but if the other party is unreasonable and gives him a play, he will not be polite.

He tiptoed lightly, and from the shadow under Lin Mo's feet, more than a dozen ghost figures quickly spread out. These ghost figures were strangely fast and swam around. The attention of those around him was on Lin Mo, and they didn't notice a black shadow flashing under their feet.

The ghost is in place.

As long as Lin Mo gave an order, more than a dozen people would be immediately killed by ghosts.

It was almost impossible for the remaining archers to shoot him.

Even if he stood still, he couldn't shoot.

The steel curse is the main defense, and there are gluttons and vampires, even if an arrow shoots through his vitals, he will not die.

Unless they put poison on their arrows.

This is the only thing Lin Mo is afraid of.

But the ghost does not only attack once, that is to say, the remaining archers have only one chance to shoot the arrow, because the ghost will kill them before shooting the second arrow.

This is a completely unequal fight.

"This is indeed a trap!"

A dead man over there said something.

"Why, aren't we friends?" Lin Mo was puzzled.

The other party smiled and said nothing.

It is estimated that it is pointless to talk to a dead person, and it is a waste of words.

"But you can't beat me?" Lin Mo directly asked the doubts in his heart.

The corpse hanging on the opposite side put on a mocking sneer this time.

Still didn't speak.

At this time, Lin Mo felt that the atmosphere here was a little different.

There is something behind.

And it's a very ferocious and terrifying thing.

In an instant, Lin Mo reacted. He knew why these hanged corpses were plotting against him, and he also knew why they dared to plot against him.

Because the other party has dependencies.

Very powerful reliance, so powerful that even if they know their means, they think they can win.

Lin Mo reacted very quickly, without turning his head, he flipped over and took out a paper figurine, and pressed it behind him with his backhand.

He felt something.

Hard, like a piece of wood.

At this time, he quickly dodged and looked back.

I see.

Really a thick piece of wood.

Much like a mallet.

It's the kind of mallet with a thin bottom and a thick top.

The thickest part of the mallet is surrounded by a person, and an exaggerated face is depicted on it, which looks like a certain totem of the indigenous people.

I don't understand how this stick came out.

Not sure what this thing is going to do.

But it should be uneasy.

This is the thing behind the hanging corpses in the house.

But no matter what the other party is, they are now looking at another club that was copied.

The other one was copied by Lin Mo with a paper figurine.

Apparently this mallet looked dead, but it was actually a replicable nightmare, but with a special shape.

Now the two clubs and pestles are there, big eyes staring at small eyes, you stare at me and I stare at you, Lin Mo doesn't know what the power of this club is, and he is also curious.

As for the hanging corpse around, I have never seen such a thing before.

Suddenly stunned.

Lin Mo walked towards them, but the group didn't notice, and everyone stared straight at the two clubs.

Lin Mo patted a hanging corpse, and the other person shuddered.

"Don't be afraid, it's me." Lin Mo asked, "What is this mallet?"

The hanging corpse looked at Lin Mo with fear in his eyes.

"That's our God!"

Lin Mo immediately asked, "Is this what made you deal with me?"

The dead man nodded.

This makes sense.

These people who regard the stick as a god, obey the words of the stick, but they have no grudges with the stick, why should the other side plot against themselves?

At this time, an invisible force field began to appear around the two clubs over there.

With a sudden click, a piece of wood on the face of the replica stick was chipped off.

However, the genuine club on the opposite side also suffered a loss.

It was the same click, and the nose didn't know what to do, and it sank in, as if it had been smashed by a blunt object.

Then there are more mysterious.

A click.

An electric arc emerged from the body of the replica hammer, which was an electric shock.

But the other side also fell well.

With a whistle, a flame emerged from the head of the genuine club and burned directly.

Although the two sticks didn't seem to move, just look at me and I look at you, I didn't expect the fight to be quite brutal.

Vaguely, swearing, shouting, and groans can be heard.

From this point of view, this hammer is really powerful.

Lin Mo also secretly rejoiced. Just now, thanks to his quick response, he used a paper man to make a copy. Otherwise, if he were to face this stick, he would definitely suffer a big loss if he was not familiar with the opponent's methods.

At this moment, a figure appeared from the burning club.

This figure is huge and looks like a kind of holographic projection. At this moment, this figure has a hideous face and curses in a dirty mouth.

At this time, a figure also appeared on the replica stick, and the two sides scolded each other.

No one else could understand what he was scolding, but the invisible attack continued.

The pieces of wood on the two clubs also fell more and more.

Finally a loud bang, boom.

Both clubs split at the same time.

The figure disappeared, and all the visions and things stopped.

Then look at the two clubs split from the middle, then split in half, and fell to the ground with a snap.

The weird thing is that the place where one club was split was full of blood, and the other one didn't bleed a drop of blood. Not only that, the one that didn't bleed quickly disappeared, and finally turned into a paper man.

But the paper figurine was full of scars, and was torn in half by some kind of force.

Is the battle over?

To be honest, as a bystander, Lin Mo didn't know what the two sticks did all the way. Anyway, he only knew that the stick he copied with the paper man and the stick on the opposite side perished together.

The question is why do you want to target yourself, and I haven't had time to ask the club.

Lin Mo walked over to check it at this time, and there was a strong evil aura on the club that was broken in two, but there was not much left now that it had dissipated.

It looked like it was indeed killed.

That can only ask the hanging corpse around.

By the way, the club is their god.

Now that their gods were split in half, the faces of these dead corpses were the same as those of their dead father, and they were all dumbfounded.

Some knelt on the ground and cried.

Others reacted and knelt down ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and said something.

Lin Mo coughed, successfully attracting everyone's attention, and then said, "Give me an explanation, or I will split you all like this."

He pointed to the mallet that was broken in half on the ground.

These hanged corpses no longer dared to have any thoughts of resistance.

One by one spit beans generally say everything they know.

What they told Lin Mo before was completely true. Originally, if they were ordinary people, they would not embarrass Lin Mo, but after finding out that Lin Mo could control nightmares, they could only try to lead Lin Mo here.

That's what the stick told them.

Lin Mo interrupted the group and asked, just now this stick didn't fart to death, are you sure this wood can talk?

"It will be said that only the devout can hear the words of the gods."

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