That guy's potential is so terrifying. If you give him a few years, no one from all over the world will be his opponent. Perhaps only ghosts and gods who have lived for thousands of years can match him.

Such existence must be killed.

Just when Meng Changfeng was about to turn around and leave, a strange voice suddenly stopped him.

On the ground behind him, a series of bones collided with each other, and then the strange female corpse recovered quickly in an incredible way, and then stood up intact again, with a strange look on her pale and numb face.

A smile makes people feel chilled in their hearts.

"Why, not dead yet?"

Meng Changfeng, the Yin God who had lived for five hundred years, roared. He felt inexplicably uneasy and wanted to take action again.

However, when he turned around and raised his fist, his whole body suddenly froze, and then a fear actually grew from the bottom of his heart.

The ghost street in front of you is actually filled with dense figures. At a glance, you can't see the end. Moreover, every figure is exactly the same. They are all that strange woman with a pale face. Moreover, these strange women all have expressions on their faces.

Smiling, a pair of empty and numb eyes stared at herself.

What fell from the sky at this moment was no longer blood, but drops of fishy corpse water.

Looking up again, I saw countless dead bodies piled above my head. These corpses were intertwined to form an endless sky. Moreover, each corpse had a different shape, including old people, children, and others.

Women, some were wearing long gowns, some were naked, some were struggling and twisting in pain with their mouths open, and some corpses even had happy smiles.

Such a scene is beyond the cognition of this five-hundred-year-old Yin god.

Even Meng Changfeng couldn't help but step back at this moment, feeling his scalp numb: "You, you are an inherently evil thing, how many people have you killed?"

However, the only thing that responded to him was countless pale smiling faces and pairs of empty eyes.

With such a large number of strange women, even if Meng Changfeng, the Yin God, pushed them all the way, he didn't know how long it would take to kill them all.

In addition, Meng Changfeng felt that the current ghost street was getting worse and worse.

I didn't feel it at the beginning, but now, the ghost street has changed drastically. I can't find anything familiar at all. I seem to have been pulled into an unknown world without knowing it. Even the ghost street around me has changed a lot.

The ten Yin soldiers were also inexplicably missing a few at this time.

"Yin soldiers, follow me out of here, don't sit still and wait for death." Meng Changfeng calmed down, roared, and whipped up a gust of wind.

He wants to lead the remaining Yin soldiers to fight and return to the ghost street.

However, none of the Yin soldiers responded to him. The remaining Yin soldiers were all frozen in place at this moment. Behind each Yin soldier stood a strange woman. The woman just stretched out a hand covered with corpses.

Madara's pale arm was placed on the Yin Bing's shoulder, and the Yin Bing seemed to have been taken away from his life.

But this kind of thing has not stopped yet. On the street, densely packed strange women all stretched out their hands and walked slowly towards Meng Changfeng, seeming to want to put their hands on his shoulders.

Seeing this scene, Meng Changfeng couldn't help but take a few steps back again.

But soon, he felt something hit behind him and couldn't help but stop.

Looking back, Meng Changfeng's eyes suddenly shrank, and he saw that there was a dense crowd of people standing behind him, with no end in sight. All of these people were peeping at him with strange smiles on their faces.

He couldn't believe that such a horrible thing could happen in the world, and he waved his fists to fight his way out.

But no matter how much Meng Changfeng killed, there were still too many people around him to count, and it seemed that the number of people was increasing as time went by.

Despair and fear grew in his heart.

Meng Changfeng's fist spirit was shattered at this moment. He yelled and wanted to find a way to survive, but what greeted him was a strange crowd that could engulf him.

As arms were put on his shoulders, everything came to an abrupt end.

The ghost street returned to calm again.
Chapter completed!