He yelled at Han Jiangchen who was walking in, and saw the walking dead crowd around him moving. Several strong male workers attacked at the same time, and suddenly rushed out of the crowd with the smell of gasoline. Instead, he picked up the heavy gasoline barrel that had not been completely empty in his hand, raised it over his head, and was about to swing the oil barrel towards Han Jiangchen!

Dong! Dong!

Before the oil barrel was smashed, the muffled sound of flesh fighting was heard. Han Jiangchen suddenly bent down, and the gravity of the sword hilt in his hand pierced their lower abdomen. The person who was hit immediately turned his eyes, and the oil barrel in his hand fell to the ground, covering his lower abdomen, and his whole body arched like a shrimp.

Han Jiangchen suddenly exerted force and stepped over the crowd of people lying in front of him. A few seconds later, the figure had already flashed in front of the person holding the lighter in the center. The three or four people guarding the surroundings came up to stop him, but just as they approached a little, they saw the scabbard lifting up and slapping them on the side of their faces and side abdomen with strong wind. The intercepted figure then fell to the ground like logging wood, covering the wound, unable to scream.

Indeed, it was less than a semester before he entered the school, but during this semester, he was mostly in the three times slow Yunshen. In the blessed land, he was facing the sword light phantom created by Shangguan Yuning himself. Compared with the moves of the school teachers, the movements of these people in front of him were just walking!

The sound of bang came out, and in just a few times, five or six more moaning figures lay beneath his feet. But Han Jiangchen didn't look at them, but just stepped forward excitedly. Without waiting for the people in front of him to resist, he had already put his neck on one hand, twisted his waist, and the rotation force threw him directly to the ground.

With a bang, the man hit the ground, and after falling to the ground, he still held the lighter and seemed to want to poke it on his face, but Han Jiangchen then leaned over and held his arm with one hand, and pinched it gently, and the man started to scream like a pig.

Amid the pain, the silver lighter fell from his hand unconsciously and was caught by Han Jiangchen. When his five fingers pinched his spiritual power, he saw that the metal shell lighter was crushed and fell to the ground and turned into a piece of scrap iron.

He threw the remaining fire core into the corner with one hand, and the man who fell to the ground was still covering his wrists and wailing, but the people around him started to move due to this change.

Blood was bursting in the eyes of more than a dozen workers at the same time. Some foreign thoughts overwhelmed their supposed fear, causing them to pick up the dangerous iron steel frame around them, waved around and drank soundly, and rushed Han Jiangchen from all directions.

But then they saw Han Jiangchen standing up, pinch the scabbard of the spirit sword again with one hand, breathing in and out of his spiritual power, and then his figure suddenly became illusory, and several consecutive heavy blows met the crowd!

Dong! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Every sound was accompanied by a man's muffled groan. Han Jiangchen quickly swayed past the crowd, and then there were sounds of his body falling to the ground. In just one or two minutes, there were no workers in the factory who could still move.

They were lying on the ground one by one, sucking the air conditioner at the only figure holding a sword in front of them with a combat power. The extreme fear in their eyes pierced the original dullness, as if they saw the God of Killing who broke in.

Han Jiangchen was also looking at them, his eyes falling on their heads - the ghost entrenched on it obviously felt the spiritual power he stabbed. The shadows that had not yet been completely possessed immediately swayed, one by one, and rushed upwards into the ceiling like an escape, passing through it, and heading to the upper level.

As they left, the people who fell to the ground turned their eyes one after another, and their minds gradually reappeared. But Han Jiangchen stopped looking at them, and just jumped up, used his spiritual power to rush towards the stairs in the corner, and took four steps in one step, swaying across the stairs like a gust of wind.

The voice control of the stairwell was awakened by his steps, and the broken incandescent light bulb flashed and reflected the stairs. The dark shadow stepped across a floor in a few seconds, and the empty passage quickly returned to silence, but at the end of the stairs, there was a carnival noise.

The warehouse has only three floors, and in a few dozen seconds he has arrived at the end of the stairs. This floor is an unmanned warehouse, with only the only fire door exposed between the piled goods.

The door was locked, and he breathed slightly, then he suddenly exerted force with his palm. With a crisp sound, a little bit of the stimulated spiritual power directly broke the lock core. Only then did he retract his spiritual power, throw the waste lock aside, and then put one hand on the door and pulled it open hard.

The creaking sound echoed in the wide space, but it was immediately covered by another sound.

"Hehehehehehehehehehehehehe..."

It was countless sharp laughter, which came out of the cracks in the door and rang in the skull, like hundreds of children playing here at the same time.

But there was no child in front of me. Or there was no living person in the whole room, only the illusory "ghosts" dancing.

The space behind the fire door was very empty, as if it had been abandoned for a long time, only an old-fashioned oil lamp was placed on the top of the head. The oil lamp floated in the air and emitted a dim halo, with dozens of translucent phantoms accompanying it, floating on the top of this empty and uninhabited warehouse, making a seductive cry.

"If you don't work, go to die..."

"If you don't listen to me, just die..."

"Go to die..."

The screams came to my face, and my spiritual sense seemed to be vibrating because of this. Han Jiangchen quietly stared at the figure in the halo, with no expression on his face.

Others may be confused and terrified when they see this scene, but he has long been used to it.

After all, this is not the first time he has met such a scene. He has seen many similar scenes in the past decade and can see the essence of these "ghosts" at a glance.

——This is the source of the evil aura of this factory, the evil thing that deceives people into destruction. In the concept of killing demons, this is an enemy that has to be eliminated.

Since it is an enemy, there is no need to look at them in the form of a "person" - this was taught by the teacher, and he has already accepted this kind of thinking.

Faced with this existence, the only solution is to kill.

He breathed for a long time and slowly bent down, like the prelude of a predator attack. At the same time, the figures by the oil lamp seemed to notice his entry, and then turned their heads one after another, and their blurred eyes locked tightly on him.

"Why don't you work?"

"Hurry up...go to work!"

"If you don't work...just die!"

The ghosts screamed, and their illusory figures rose up at the same time. A group of illusory shadows roared towards the door, making a harsh buzz in the flight, like a swarm of bees pounced on the uninvited guest who was breaking in. The cold breath instantly filled the entire room.

But at the same time, Han Jiangchen raised his hand and grabbed the hilt of the spiritual sword. The next moment, his figure suddenly rose, and the sharp sword light was unsheathed at the same time, as if he had split the darkness in front of him!

Slash through the sky!

The sword blade swung a huge arc in the air, and the bursting murderous aura hit the first ghost head-on. The sword light passed through the center of its body, and its illusory body was cut open in half, breaking into two pieces from the air, bursting into a scattered romantic flow in the air like a pierced balloon!

"Yiyi...ah——"

The flying shadows screamed. The sword blade made them feel an unprecedented threat, causing them to quickly pull up and fly again. But Han Jiangchen jumped up at the same time, rushed straight between the gathering spirits, holding the sword and suddenly rotated it. The blade light drew a cold full moon in the air. When it touched the cold light, it felt like it was thrown into a meat grinder, screaming and bursting continuously!

The evil spirit blew up the collar of the clothes, and Han Jiangchen fell from the air. He waved his hand without waiting for it to fall. The spiritual sword flew out of his hand, and the evil spirit passed through the chest from the front, causing it to explode and then nailed it into the wall, and it was so deep that it could sink into the depths of a palm.

He fell from the air. As he landed, he jumped forward, pulled out the sword blade from the wall with one hand, and kicked hard on the wall. His whole body instantly rose again, and he rushed towards the evil spirit group in the air like a hunting night owl!

“No…don’t work anymore…”

"don't want..."

"You... don't have to work anymore..."

The evil spirits instinctively pleaded, but this did not make the sword light hesitate at all. The sword shadows were continuously slashing through the air, and the evil spirits bloomed like fireworks one after another. If they were not spiritual bodies but real people, the room would have been filled with intestines!

Any evil spirit, I will punish him!

The sound of breaking through the air rustled, and the children's laughter was twisted into heart-wrenching screams. The evil spirits scattered like they saw the butcher's flock, trying every means to avoid the figure holding the sword, but they could not keep up with the speed of the spirit sword.

He pierced through the body of an evil spirit with a straight stab, then turned the sword blade to slash the one beside him, and then waved his backhand and stabbed the one behind him from behind. Finally, he jumped up again, and the sword blade turned into a reverse grip in his hand. Taking advantage of the force falling in the air, he stabbed the head of the last evil spirit with a sword. The air mass burst and the whole movement ended abruptly.

The last scream dissipated in the air, and the room returned to full silence. Han Jiangchen stood up and stopped and looked around at the same time.

The view was empty, and only the oil lamp was still emitting dim light in place. However, at this moment the flames swayed like candlelight in the wind, and the flashing light made the room light and dark, as if some unknown sign was about to come.

There are traces of spiritual power on it... Is this also the spiritual weapon the school is looking for? It seems that this thing may be the source of the evil spirit.

The existing evil spirits have been cleared away just now, and at least no one will be harmed by it for a while. Then this is what he can do.

There are still people in the factory. If they rashly release the spiritual weapon, they don’t know if there will be any accidents. Then, don’t act rashly and leave it to more experienced seniors to deal with it.

Han Jiangchen made a decision, put away his sword and walked towards the oil lamp, urging his spiritual power to seal it. But at this moment, an abnormal luster suddenly flashed from the oil lamp.
Chapter completed!