Two figures stood there in a daze and looked at him, as if they were confirming their identity. After a moment, they rushed towards him with their teeth and claws, and let out a beast-like roar.

Only then did Anyang see its appearance clearly. It was covered with green-faced fangs, with scattered hair and long claws. When an ordinary person encounters it, he will be exposed to the stomach by these claws in an instant. But he is obviously not an ordinary person. He holds a spear and does not retreat but advances, and directly sweeps the ghost.

With a bang, the ghost was knocked away, but he felt his hand sinking. It was obvious that the ghost's strength and body weight exceeded his expectations. Moreover, judging by the recoil force transmitted from his hand, his body was as hard as a stone.

The second ghost rushed towards him, but was held back by the back handle of the same pointed gun. Suddenly, the gun handle was sent, and it ran forward with a roar. A cold light had arrived. The tip of the gun stumbled slightly and pierced its chest. The previous ghost also rushed over and was also pierced by the head of the spear as fast as lightning. The two ghosts were solved, leaving only two corpses.

But only Anyang knows how powerful they are. If it weren't for the eternal alloy spear, ordinary steel would probably not be able to penetrate them easily.

"What the hell is it!"

An Yang said this, put away his spear and walked up before he could see that the bodies of the two ghosts were venting their anger. They turned into two thin pieces of yellow paper, cut into the shape of fierce ghosts, with inverted triangle eyes and mouths and fangs on their faces, their fingernails were cut very sharply, and there were dense dark red spells that they couldn't understand.

It was just a hole in one's head and a hole in the other's chest, which was stabbed out by a spear.

"Are these two ghosts just now?"

Anyang felt a moment of magic, but he couldn't figure out the principle, so he put away the two human-shaped papers according to what Li Changsheng said.

Xiaochan curled up in the corner and looked at him blankly. She couldn't figure out how this person had such strong power. He could easily kill two ghosts even though he had not used any spells. She naturally had seen how powerful the two ghosts were. Not only were they extremely powerful, they were also invulnerable, but how could it be as simple as cutting melons and vegetables in this person's hands?

In the middle of the night, there was another gust of wind outside the house and a stinking smell came.

Anyang jumped up suddenly, and saw a faint green light coming from outside, as if there was a huge figure. He took out a flashlight and saw a big ghost standing outside the house, extremely ugly.

The ghost is at least three meters tall, with green flames burning like a candle. One of his eyes was born on the top door, one on the chin, with strange shapes, one of which was triangle and the other half-moon. His nose was facing the sky and the other towards the ground, like the antennae of a snail, sometimes stretched out and sometimes retracted, one of his ears in front and the other behind...

An exclaim came from behind: "Paper Yasha!"

Anyang glanced at Xiaochan behind him. He seemed to have heard of a creature like Yasha, which is a kind of harming ghost. The male Yasha is extremely ugly and the female Yasha is charming. But I don’t know what the paper Yasha is. Looking at the ugly monster in front, it should be a man. Well, the upper body is not wearing clothes, and the strong muscles exposed are enough to illustrate all this.

He jumped out of the dilapidated window and immediately fought with the visitor.

The body of this Yasha is as hard as iron, and it is huge in size and has infinite strength. Even he dares not fight with it head-on. The Yasha's claws are as long as a scimitar. When they swept across, the wind whistled. However, the Yasha is slow and not flexible, and the fighting technique is even more ignorant. He found the right gap and jumped up in just a few strokes, and a shot pierced through the green flame and penetrated his head.

Bang!

The dull body fell to the ground and began to shrink, and turned into a piece of yellow paper as big as a human.

Back in the dilapidated house, Anyang simply inserted his spear into the ground and looked at Xiaochan in another corner: "Do you know what these ghosts are?"

Xiaochan nodded and shook her head again: "The first one doesn't know, the next one knows, the name Zhiyasha, I've seen it in the book."

“Tell me.”

"Well, the book says that Yasha is a kind of ghost that harms people. Legend has it that male Yasha is extremely ugly, and female Yasha is extremely beautiful. They move quickly, run quickly, have infinite strength, and are invulnerable to swords and guns. They are a very ferocious ghost, divided into a hollow yaksha and a terrain Yasha. One has wings, is small in size, the other has no wings, and is several feet tall. They usually hold a fork and come out to harm people at night..."

"It was a paper yaksha just now, it was fake, far less than a real yaksha ghost."

After listening for a while, Anyang felt very wonderful. He leaned against the wall with his hands in his chest, but he couldn't sleep.

As the early morning approached, another wave of attacks came. This time, there were three yaksha ghosts. He was too lazy to trouble, so he simply took out a single-soldier energy cannon and exploded into scum. Xiaochan was shocked and the wild beasts in the mountains and forests were roaring together, and the night birds were flying around, making it a lot of noise for a while.

As soon as the next day dawn, Anyang took Xiaochan to the Taoist temple again.

Li Changsheng sighed around the paper man for a long time before taking out the paste to repair the damaged area. After studying it for a long time, he asked Xiaochan for some essence and blood and changed the above spells. Until night fell, he lit the altar of incense wax. After a mysterious ceremony, the paper man gradually stood up in Li Changsheng's spell, his body was full, and he instantly returned to his appearance of fangs and claws last night.

Anyang stared at Li Changsheng without blinking, his facial features and sensing were fully opened, and the biochip in his body was recording his magic fluctuations at this time, as well as the syllables of spells, and even the scented wax objects on the table. Each position and orientation were stored in the database very accurately.

"Name the information as the Paper Man Puppet Technique to actually use it to reference it, and wait for it to be called in the future."

"Storage is complete."

Li Changsheng withdrew his hand, patted his sleeves, and pointed to the blue-faced ghost who was running out quickly.

"Fellow Taoist, go, it will take you to the caster."

Anyang nodded, bowed his hand to thank Li Changsheng, then turned around and followed the Qingwei Ghost, walked into the city from a small road south of Bingzhou City, and then through the streets and alleys, almost scaring a warrior to death. The Qingwei Ghost crawled into a low fenced house, and he naturally followed closely, and happened to see a monk holding a pen to graffiti on a piece of yellow paper.

"It's you!"

The monk immediately looked horrified, took a few steps back, took off a piece of wooden stick hanging on the wall, and at the same time he quickly thought of mysterious syllables and pinched the magic seal with his hands.

But Anyang's speed was faster than he thought. He threw out the spear in his hand. He was aiming at his head, but was blocked by a golden light in the air. Although he tore it apart in just a moment, he turned the direction.

With a puff.

The spear pierced through the monk's left shoulder and nailed it firmly to the fence wall.

The monk's face suddenly turned pale, and the spell just now broke. Seeing An Yang approaching him, he gritted his teeth and issued a few syllables, and pinched his fingers.

Suddenly, several yellow papers on the table filled up like anger. The facial features drawn with a pen became clearer and more terrifying. They instantly turned into several blue-faced ghosts and rushed towards him. One of them had a facial features that was not complete, which was the one that the monk was still drawing just now.

Anyang turned around and suddenly appeared in his hand a silver-white electromagnetic rifle. He turned on the electronic switch and safety and drove the power to the maximum. There were a few shots in front of him. There were a few dull sounds. Bullets with strong kinetic energy suddenly penetrated into the blue-faced ghost's head as hard as a stone, knocking them to the ground one by one, and then turning them into yellow paper.

After turning the gun, he pointed at the demon monk who didn't look like a monk at all.

The monk suddenly pinched his fingers and shouted: "Tell me the Polo monk Jie Di, Buddha's light protects his body!"

An Yang pulled the trigger without hesitation, and a series of bullets ejected, with endless bangs, directly smashing the golden light that had just lit up on the monk's chest into pieces, and then bursting deep pits on his chest. He did not put down his gun until the bullets of a magazine were more than halfway out. At this time, the monk had become a corpse nailed to the wall, and his chest was covered in blood.

"It seems that you can't practice your skills."

Anyang said this, and began to fumble on him, searched the room again, and found a Buddhist scripture and a puppet technique. He looked down on other Buddhist beads and other Buddhist beads, nor did he have magical tools. I think these wandering Taoist monks are the lowest, so he pulled out his spear and walked out.

And then the monk's body fell down.

There were a lot of officials outside the door, each wearing torches and many men holding shoulder poles and hoes. The leader was the scared guest.

"Sir, I'm here. When I saw that ghost, I entered here. At this time, it was probably hurting this resident!"

"Okay, let's rush in together and we will definitely scare him away!"

But until Anyang walked out, their eyes suddenly stopped and they couldn't help but stop on the spear.

"This is... the wanted criminal, who killed several wanted criminals!"

"I heard that this man was originally a scholar in the city, but now it's amazing. Several kids with knives were killed in his hands like playing."

"Let's stop talking, let's see what the man should do."

A leading official officer looked at him carefully and suddenly laughed: "Haha, okay, this captain said to catch a ghost, but he didn't expect to see you a murderer. So many people came to deal with you, and he would add more heads to the promotion of this captain!"

But as he said this, he did not move, and the people around him did not move either.

Anyang had no good feelings for these officials, but he didn't bother to pay attention to them, so he directly pulled out his armor.

A group of officials and men saw a layer of silver-white armor beginning to spread on the man, and soon wrapped it all up, like a legendary heavenly soldier and general. The spear in his hand was shortened with two clicks, and he inserted it into the slot behind him. With a sudden snorkeling, a light blue light appeared under his feet, and a white yellow light was also ejected from the palm of his hand, and the whole person soared into the sky.

There was only a small dot in the night sky, like a star, and the silver armor figure was no longer seen.

Facing this figure like a heavenly soldier, who dares to chase after it?
Chapter completed!