Chapter 312 I have 15 points of lightning resistance. No matter how high your rank is, you dare to b

Chapter 312 I have 15 points of lightning resistance. No matter how high your rank is, you dare to b

Chapter 312 I have 15 points of lightning resistance. No matter how high your rank is, you dare to be struck by lightning like me.
"What are you laughing at? I'll give you a sliding tackle and make your medical insurance card owe money!"

clown:"……"

According to what Tan Wenjie pieced together, the amusement park was built on a cemetery. In order to save money, the developer simply flattened the cemetery and built the amusement park. Then accidents occurred frequently until the director finally committed suicide.

It seems like all schools have legends about being built on cemeteries, but this time it's true.

Look around.

No one could stand up, so Tan Wenjie could only shout, "Everyone, hold your heads and squat on the ground."

Ah Xin, Pinky and others who had already squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands immediately said: "..."

Needless to say, they do this subconsciously when they see a ghost.

However, what they didn't expect was that they saw groups of ghosts appearing around them, including men, women, young and old, squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands.

It turns out they were talking about ghosts.

The clown suddenly opened his mouth and rushed towards the crowd.

The electric chicken flapped its wings to block it, defensive electric light flashing on its body, and its sharp claws and beak scratched down, tearing off clusters of ghost energy, but to the giant clown, this little damage was nothing.

"Ah! Ken!"

Someone is screaming.

“Hehehe!” Yongqiang? Xiaoshuai? Ken, who had been squatting with his head in his hands, stood up with a strange smile.

The corners of his mouth were crooked.

(￣√￣*)
Tan Wenjie's face blindness struck again. A group of people screamed together and he couldn't tell who was who.

He acted decisively, and the cutting energy disc of the Seven-Spin Slash flew out.

When everyone was squatting, Ken, the only one who stood up, had his head cut off easily, with a crooked smile on his face.

Heads fell to the ground.

"Boom!"

"Ah——!"
The headless corpse fell to the ground before he could show off.

"I told you not to stand up." Tan Wenjie looked at the clown who had separated from the corpse and was floating above again.

Using this group of people to threaten him? Don't be ridiculous. He has face blindness and can't recognize who is who. In his eyes, there are no hostages.

He saw clearly that the moment the clown director entered Ken's body, he had already swallowed up his soul completely.

"Hehehe!" The clown laughed in the sky like a villain, maybe it was a haha ​​laugh, but it was automatically translated into Tan Wenjie's ears.

This way of laughing makes the fight feel better.

Tan Wenjie was boxing on the spot.

You laugh yours, and I accumulate mine.

Soon the clown director stopped laughing. The last moment, only the surface of Tan Wenjie's fists were wrapped in lightning, and the next second, both his arms were wrapped in lightning.

The lightning quickly spread to his upper body, and the ferocious lightning grabbed the ground like an iron rake, turning the land within a few meters centered on Tan Wenjie over and over again, with soil particles flying.

Lightning flashed among the dust.

The murderous intent is boiling!
“——Gah!”

The clown director just wanted to rush directly into Tan Wenjie's body and forcibly occupy his body, but he didn't expect that he would actually take a posture to use his ultimate move on the spot.

He is a ghost, but he is not a fool. There is no reason for him to get struck by a thunder fist that looks very dangerous.

So, run away!

The clown appears suddenly and disappears without a trace in an instant. The entire amusement park is his territory, where he can come and go freely.

Tan Wenjie turned around and looked at the ghosts around him: "Who told you to stand up!"

The lightning and thunder fist blasted out.

He spent 80 points of mana, and his fists blasted out like heavy artillery. Lightning swept across, and a circle of ghosts squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands were cleared out in an instant.

"I hate people who don't listen the most." Tan Wenjie glanced around and thought to himself that it was a close call, luckily it wasn't wasted.

Any ghost who has the courage to get close to him has more or less killed someone. He is fully unleashed, and with the clown director hanging in the sky, ordinary ghosts dare not get close, so there is no need to worry about killing someone by mistake.

The moment Tan Wenjie lowered his arms, a gust of cold wind whistled from behind.

Tan Wenjie's body suddenly dropped and disappeared on the ground.

A cold wind swept across the ground, hitting nothing.

A group of ghosts right in front were knocked to the ground.

Group of ghosts: "..."

I’m too scared to speak. I can’t stand or squat. It’s so difficult to be a ghost.

The clown director's face reappeared in the sky, but he could no longer "haunt" himself.

Time passed by minute by minute.

I didn't find it. Could it be possible that people could hide underground? Who is the ghost?

He remembered the terrifying power of Tan Wenjie's thunder fist. It would be fine if he could see the opponent's punch, as he could dodge in time according to his body movements. But if the opponent hid and attacked, he might not be able to avoid it.

You can also choose to escape, but after daybreak the other party will call 20 excavators to demolish the amusement park.

As a ghost, it was the first time he encountered someone who was unreasonable, refused to communicate, and had no weaknesses.

The most important thing is that you may not be able to win by head-on confrontation.

"boom!"

A flash of lightning broke through the ground and rushed into the sky in an instant.

It was like a pillar of lightning that broke through the ground at an angle and hit the clown's head accurately.

The lightning struck so fast that the clown's head deflated quickly like a balloon with air leaking out.

Tan Wenjie jumped out from the ground following the lightning and quickly picked up his camera to take a picture.

"Snap!" The exposure light flashes.

The twisted clown in the sky was captured in the camera.

Buzz! The Polaroid camera spit out photo paper, and the person in the photo was the clown director.

Tan Wenjie wanted to take out a roll of plastic wrap to strengthen his situation, but then he remembered that his pockets were empty and he had no money.

The Yin-Yang Eyes scanned the photo and happened to meet the clown's sudden rolling gaze in the photo. "Not good!"

Tan Wenjie threw away the photo paper, stepped back, and lightly stepped on the ground, quickly retreating several meters.

The clown took his Lightning Thunder Fist and was successfully captured by disguising himself as being low on health. Now he has escaped from the Poké Ball Photo Paper and successfully narrowed the distance between himself and Tan Wenjie.

Face to face, the distance was too close to avoid, and he successfully got into Tan Wenjie's body.

"Ah!" The Screaming Corps never disappoints.

They all saw what happened to Ken and the old man. Ken had his head chopped off, the old man was hit to death, and all of this was related to Tan Wenjie.

"Should we kill him?" someone asked.

Several people looked over and asked: "Are you going?"

"Forget it. I believe him."

Tan Wenjie sat cross-legged on the ground with a distorted expression, sometimes grinning, sometimes expressionless. After several twists and turns,

But a copper coin mask suddenly appeared on his face, and his restless facial features were suppressed, and he slowly calmed down.

"You've been fooled." Tan Wenjie said, "You can't just run away now if you want to. It depends on whether I let you go or not."

His tone suddenly changed, and his voice rose high: "Really?"

Tan Wenjie did not answer. He calmly took out his camera, mobile phone, wallet, etc. and threw them far away to avoid property loss.

Five hearts facing the sky.

Take a deep breath.

Close your eyes.

The five internal organs in the abdomen are beating at the same time.

"What do you want to do!" Tan Wenjie opened his mouth and said sharply, "Are you crazy?"

Tan Wenjie cursed loudly, but his body remained calm. He raised his right hand and pressed it gently on the top of his head.

At the same time, the flock of power-generating chickens in the distance raised their heads and looked at Tan Wenjie.

Electric light surrounded each of the standing feathers.

"Cock-a-doodle-doo!" The chickens spread their wings and flew into the sky.

It turned into lightning balls that flew backwards into the sky.

"Boom!!"

thunder.

The people sitting on the ground looked at the big roosters spreading their wings and soaring in the sky. The birds passing by each other condensed into a ball of dazzling lightning. There was even a little wind and tiny clouds floating by, condensing into inconspicuous dark clouds.

"Crack!"

A bolt of lightning struck down at an extremely fast speed. At the moment when everyone saw the wind and clouds being shattered by the lightning, a twisting bolt of lightning struck down and hit Tan Wenjie's head.

boom! !

The ground shook violently.

The smoke and dust completely engulfed Tan Wenjie.

The sound was silent, no crying or screaming.

"Is he dead?" Pinky grabbed Axin and asked nervously.

All of humanity's fear of nature was reflected in the lightning strike just now.

The lightning strike from heaven and the Lightning Thunder Fist that Tan Wenjie himself threw out were completely different concepts. The speed was so fast that it was impossible to react.

The sound of relaxed footsteps was heard.

In the dust, a figure wearing only a dragon and tiger skirt, bare upper body, and wearing a copper coin mask raised his hand and tore through the dust and smoke, and walked out.

"I have a lightning resistance of 15 points. How dare you get struck by lightning like me?"

While speaking, Tan Wenjie exhaled a puff of black smoke. Fortunately, he was tough, otherwise he would have been beaten half to death.

10 big roosters, with a guaranteed 1000 mana, plus the thunder damage of the Five Thunder Palm and his own thunder damage bonus, the Thousand-Year Zombie King would turn around and run away when he sees it.

The benefit of high resistance to thunder magic was also fully demonstrated at this moment. He was seriously injured by lightning, but he could recover by more than half by hitting himself a few times. The remaining magic damage needed to be slowly healed, but it was not a big problem. He could eat more and rest well, and his internal injuries would recover quickly. After all, his physique was extraordinary. His +11 physique made his recovery ability beyond the level of ordinary humans.

It’s just that the big cock can’t be used a second time in a short period of time.

If you want to explode next, you can only pray to the gods, or wait for a thunderstorm, and then you can use the Tathagata Palm.

He did not use the magic weapon or the super human-ghost fusion technique of the group of ghosts. After thinking about it, he found that he seemed to have a lot of cards in his hand and could not use them all.

Skill anxiety is temporarily relieved.

Compared to him, the clown director is miserable. Even though he is not an ordinary ghost and is not restrained by gods and thunder, the damage he inflicts is only the most ordinary damage, while his thunder and lightning are top-notch.

The soul is gone.

A gust of wind blew, and the smoke and dust finally dissipated completely. Everyone raised their hands to fan the air. Some people were forced to swallow a mouthful of dust because they saw Tan Wenjie coming out, and they were spitting.

A huge deep pit appeared where Tan Wenjie was sitting just now.

"Master, is it over?" someone asked.

"Not yet." Tan Wenjie shook his head.

"What, more?"

"Please take off some clothes and give them to me. No need for underwear." Tan Wenjie casually pointed at a person with a similar body shape to him.

"Yes!" The other party took off his pants without thinking.

With some disgust, he put on the baggy jeans with several chains hanging on them and holes all over the front, back, left and right.

"Ahem." Tan Wenjie cleared his throat, "Where is Yang Tianlun?"

The ghosts at the scene were still squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands, but they looked up after hearing his voice.

"Hand over Yang Tianlun, and I'll give you one chance. From now on, I'll kill a ghost every 10 seconds until you hand over Yang Tianlun."

All the ghosts scattered.

"I seem to have heard what he said somewhere before." Jiahao said in a low voice after taking off his pants.

"It sounds like the lines that the Japanese devils would say when they are persecuting the common people in a TV series."

(End of this chapter)