Human beings are deceitful, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Chapter 76
"Bold!"

Zheng Wenhu's strength is not weak, he shouted loudly.

While the spiritual power was surging, the head from the dark place was about to be blown off.

However, when he saw the face on the head, his arm trembled, and he almost missed it.

There is no other reason.

This head belonged to that Keqing Li from the Qinghu Gang who had the surname of Li!

There was still horror on his face.

boom!
The filthy liquid splashed from the blown head fell sporadically on his robe and many of his followers, causing a burst of exclamation.

At this time, others lit the fire one after another.

People were finally able to see the figure walking slowly from the snow.

A strange armor stained with blood.

The hideous ghost face that has never been seen before.

A strange temperament that does not resemble human beings.

An indescribable fierceness rushed over.

At this moment, the gang members seemed to be in an endless hell, surrounded by mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with many bones.

And this person is the Rakshasa ghost who dominates their lives!
No, that might be more like... the Lord of Yama!
Waking up from that absurd and terrifying hallucination, people recognized each other's identities.

"Ghost-faced Rakshasa!"

"It's him! Ghost-faced man!"

"Why did he come?"

Although the rumors about the ghost-faced man have temporarily stopped due to the coming of the spiritual disaster, most people in Akabane Village still remember his existence.

Whether it was the beheading of Akabane Zong Xiangren or the accurate prediction of spiritual disasters, they all left a deep impression on people.

In the minds of quite a few people, the status is special.

The image is mysterious, terrifying and powerful.

But the question is, why is he here?
The members of the Qinghu Gang saw warm blood slowly dripping from the ghost-masked man's armor.

However, that obviously did not belong to him, but from the people he killed.

Thinking of the other party's vicious name, Zheng Wenhu's heart trembled, but he still cupped his hands and said.

"What do you want to do?"

"My Green Tiger Gang has never provoked you, right?"

He tried to communicate with the ghost-faced man, and everything that can be discussed is easy to talk about.

However, the man with the ghost face of the Rakshasa has no intention of communicating at all.

Just silent step by step, stepping on the snow, walking towards them.

Once the monster shows the characteristics of being able to communicate, there are prerequisites for understanding and persuasion, and it is no longer so unknown.

The unknown and the horror are closely linked.

a time.

No one in the crowd dared to step forward, staring at this strange figure in horror.

In the dead silence around.

They could only hear the scalp-numbing footsteps, their own heartbeat, and heavy breathing.

The uncomfortable silence didn't last long.

The veins on Zheng Wenhu's forehead popped up, and he shouted loudly.

"Whoever he is, a man with a ghost face or a man with a horse face, if he dares to kill people from the Qinghu Gang, he's really tired of working!"

"Brothers, give it to me!"

His whole body was filled with spiritual energy, and he was about to push forward.

But suddenly there was a dull pain in the abdomen, like being hit by a heavy fist suddenly.

Zheng Wenhu's eyes widened.

"It's poison!"

"When?"

Many gang members who were being boosted in morale also noticed that something was wrong, and the spiritual power in their bodies was restless.

The more the spiritual power is mobilized, the more obvious the pain in the dantian will be.

The few people who had already rushed in front of the ghost-masked man were inexplicably horrified.

But the arrow was on the string and had to be sent.

He could only yell loudly to build up his courage, urge the magic weapon, and smash it at the opponent like a streamer.

"Ahhh! Go to hell!"

But in the blink of an eye, the figure that was still in front of him just now disappeared.

In the next second, their fragile self-protection technique was crushed by a blow, and there was an extra line of blood in their throats.

Then, the head flew up.

In the line of sight of these people, they could still see their dead bodies standing upright in place.

An Le's footsteps did not stop, and his figure seemed to be frightened, passing through the crowd.

Every time he took a step, members of the Qinghu gang died.

There are quite a few people around here, and many of them are monks in the middle and late stages of Qi training.

In normal times, they are all people who can dominate this area.

But now, they were slaughtered by An Le like chicks!

There is no fighting back.

In the distance, the severe pain in the dantian of the people who used their spiritual power to attack became more and more obvious.

What's more, the spiritual power that came directly from the reverse burst through the meridians, and under the stimulation of toxicity, the seven orifices bleed to death.

An Le poured a colorless and odorless poison called "Duanling Grass."

It is one of Su Dai's stocks, and he has been putting it in a storage bag recently.

If you don't use spiritual power, you won't notice the difference at all.

Toxicity will only appear when it is violently stimulated.

If it had been exposed to the deadly poison, it would have been exposed and discovered long ago.

But the spirit-breaking grass has limited effect on the advanced immortal cultivators.

At this moment, Zheng Wenhu had suppressed the toxicity.

He looked around and saw that his brothers had suffered many casualties and their faces were gloomy.

"Cunning villain! Despicable villain!"

"Death to me!"

A phantom of a green tiger emerged from the big man's body, and it rushed towards An Le.

But Zheng Wenhu himself, relying on the power of this blow, fled towards Han Ye's shadow without looking back.

He has no will to fight, just wants to survive.

Although he was in the middle stage of foundation establishment, he never dared to say that he was stronger than Xiang Ren.

In addition, all his subordinates were poisoned, and most of their combat power was lost.

The only function is to temporarily slow down the opponent's pace so that he can escape further.

When Zheng Wenhu fled, the Qinghu gang was in an uproar and their morale collapsed.

They never thought that facing the ghost-masked man, their clan leader didn't even have the courage to desperately choose to run away.

boom!
Just when Zheng Wenhu took a few steps away, his whole body was bristling with cold hair, his scalp was numb, and he dodged slightly to the side.

His spiritual sense's keen perception of the crisis saved his life.

A bright, not too thick beam of light pierced straight through the night, shattering the phantom of the green tiger.

It barely brushed against Zheng Wenhu's waist.

It landed on the snow and made a hole.

Even if he dodged the attack, there was still a burning pain in his waist, and he suffered severe skin trauma.

But at this time, An Le's legs exerted force suddenly, and his speed skyrocketed again, like a ghost.

In two breaths, he came to Zheng Wenhu's body.

Seeing that there was no escape, the leader of the Qinghu gang also became ruthless.

Spiritual power poured into the knuckles on the fist.

The phantom of the blue tiger reappeared.

He lunged forward with both fists, then opened them to the sides.

Previously, Zheng Wenhu used this move to tear open the monster's chest.

An Le remained unafraid, with the same qi and blood surging, bursting out of strength, and the strength of his whole body merged into one.

boom!
Four fists face each other!

The surrounding snow danced wildly under the leaking energy, and there were faint cracks on the ground.

"Crack" sound.

Zheng Wenhu's forearm shattered under the huge force.

His eyes widened in astonishment.

I am a foundation-building cultivator who has achieved success in body training, and the "Green Tiger Kung Fu" that he cultivates focuses on nourishing the spirit with flesh, and his strength is hard to come by.

But this ghost-masked man is actually stronger than him?
Zheng Wenhu didn't have time to be surprised for too long.

An icy cold and tingling sensation began to spread quickly through the whole body through the place in contact with the black armor.

Then, a sharp horn emerged from the armor, piercing his chest.

Zheng Wenhu opened his mouth, wanting to ask the other party why he wanted to kill him.

Isn't there no enmity between them?

Blood welled up his throat, his voice was stuck in his throat, he could only stare at An Le in grief and indignation, and died.

　"Once the monster shows the characteristics of being able to communicate, it will have the prerequisites for understanding and persuasion, and it will no longer be so unknown. The unknown and horror are closely connected."

　　This sentence comes from my favorite "Devil Conqueror Expert", woo woo woo... tea, my tea.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)