Human beings are deceitful, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Chapter 77 77.【Sitian Zhili (Purple)】

With Zheng Wenhu's death, the morale of the Qinghu gang completely collapsed.

They all dispersed like birds and beasts.

They were just a mob put together impromptu.

Talking about "loyalty" and "friendship" is just a trick of self-deception.

An Le didn't stop her, and silently picked up Zheng Wenhu's storage bag.

Then he walked among the crowd, and whenever he encountered a murderer who dared to attack him, or who was very bloody, he killed him casually.

Of course, none of the core members of the Green Tiger Gang like Cui Gaofeng were spared.

The whole process is as easy as chopping vegetables and melons.

In the eyes of everyone, this ghost-masked man is as terrifying as a Rakshasa ghost, with bloody flames.

Its murderous aura is chilling!

Just looking at him, they couldn't help but panic and just wanted to run away.

When these members of the Qinghu gang are temporarily unable to use their spiritual power, they are no different from ordinary people.

I saw those women who had been numb and desolate before, gradually had a gleam in their eyes, picked up the weapons next to them, and began to take revenge.

Not all of them are mortals, there are also casual cultivators.

Under the group, they actually killed many members of the Qinghu Gang.

Some women wept bitterly after their vengeance was avenged.

The cry is desolate and miserable, which makes those who hear it sad.

Then, they knelt and kowtowed in the direction of the ghost-faced man.

An Le ignored them and quickly disappeared into the cold night.

******
I don't know when.

Snowflakes fell from the sky again.

During this period, An Le went to the headquarters of the Qinghu Gang again.

Collect as many valuable items as possible from Zheng Wenhu's home and take them away.

All the rebels encountered on the road were killed.

The cultivators under Foundation Establishment are no longer a threat to him.

Some mortals who were treated like slaves were thus rescued.

"Zheng Wenhu is dead! The Green Tiger Gang is gone!"

"The Blue Tiger Gang was wiped out by the Rakshasa ghost face!"

In the darkness, someone yelled loudly.

The surrounding neighborhood gradually became restless and noisy.

More and more casual cultivators came out of their homes to clean up the remaining members of the Qinghu Gang.

It's been a long time since the gang of loose cultivators and bitter green tigers!

Still, people may have fought for vengeance at first.

But when they saw the piles of food, animal meat, and the artifacts and belongings left by the Qinghu gang, the casual cultivators would also fight for their own interests.

The sounds of fighting and screams sounded one after another.

It didn't subside until the second day.

******
The next day.

"It's snowing again."

Pushing open the door, looking at the vast expanse of whiteness outside, An Le sighed softly.

"Yes, but it's much warmer than when the spiritual disaster first came."

Su Dai stretched out her hand to catch a few white snowflakes falling from the sky.

She smiled, and her tone was inexplicably excited.

"In a few days, you can start alchemy!"

An Le actually didn't quite understand it.

Su Dai is obviously a monster made of plants and trees, but she has a special liking for alchemy, even to the point of obsession.

However, she likes it.

Just these days, the waste pills saved by Su Dai are almost eaten up.

Time to restock.

Last night, An Le's harvest seemed to be quite a lot, but in fact, there was not much.

There are only eight middle-grade spirit stones in total.

There are five pieces of first-order instruments, as well as some scattered pills and talisman papers.

For ordinary people, it is already a huge sum of money.

But compared with the relics of Chibanezong Xiangren, there is still a certain gap.

The accumulation of the orthodox Xiuxian sect can't be compared with the hundreds or thousands of years spent by casual cultivators.

Thinking of Akabane Sect, An Le felt a little dignified.

Obviously, after the spiritual disaster, the people from the Akabane Sect would probably arrive soon.

He looked at Bai Xue in front of him and thought to himself.

"It's time to get ready."

At this time, the game panel popped up, and a line of text flashed across.

[Unlock entry: "Seek the devil" - Rakshasa's fierce name (blue)! 】

[Your reputation has been known by many people, and people call you... Raksha Ghost Face! 】

[With the spread of this nickname, it may have some impact on yourself. 】

"This is……"

An Le frowned slightly, vaguely guessing.

Probably after a night of fermentation, his deeds spread and left a deep impression on the surrounding casual practitioners.

Thus, this entry similar to the title appeared.

On second thought, he relaxed.

"What you are looking for is the ghost-faced man, what does it have to do with my Anle?"

"Also, I always feel that Rakshasa doesn't sound very good."

An Le stared at [Raksha's Fierce Name] for a while, and found that there seemed to be some blurred writing behind it.

He could barely make out one word in it, it seemed to be... "Yan" or something.

Probably an advanced version of this entry.

Speaking of entries, Anle cared more about another entry that was unlocked after the murder last night.

["Seeking Demons" - Si Tian Zhili (Purple)! 】

[Hold yourself in the white blade, kill in the world of mortals. 】

[Killing keeps you accumulating fierce aura. 】

[When you actively show your killing intent, there is a certain probability that the enemy will fall into a state of panic, stiffness, and confusion. 】

【Every wisp of dead soul under your hand will strengthen the effect of Si Tian Zhi Li. 】

The "killing of a hundred people" and "killing of a thousand people" that An Le expected did not appear, but they were all similar in nature.

"Before I knew it, I had so many lives on my hands."

He sighed lightly, but didn't sigh with emotion for too long.

Slowly, he has also gotten used to this kind of life.

******
Just two days.

The Green Tiger Gang, which had been cooking with fire before, completely disappeared.

It was completely divided up by the surrounding casual cultivators and nearby gangs.

However, when the Green Tiger Gang is down, there will still be White Tiger Gang, Red Tiger Gang, and Black Tiger Gang... As long as there are people alive, the struggle will never stop.

An Le doesn't care that much.

His thinking is simple.

I will kill anyone who wants to kill me.

Whoever gang dares to stretch out its claws will be chopped off.

An Le also often turns into a ghost-faced man, picking out brutal murderers to slaughter, reducing the possibility of them harming her.

In order to prevent him and the people around him from being harmed, he had to eliminate the source of the harm in advance.

After going back and forth, he accidentally saved many people.

Coupled with the deeds of the Qinghu gang being destroyed, the legend about the Raksha ghost face spread more and more widely in Akabane Village.

Others say that it is "caring for bodhicitta and performing Rakshasa deeds."

When some casual cultivators do evil things, they have to think about the existence of the ghost-masked man.

There is quite a feeling of "there is a rakshasa in three feet".

As a result, the security conditions in the nearby neighborhoods have improved a lot.

On the Anle panel, the font color of the entry [Shengzao Pagoda] became darker and darker.

******
Just this afternoon.

The wind and snow stopped for a while.

Su Dai sat aside, looking a little nervous.

An Le sat cross-legged on the bed, his [melting furnace]-like stomach rapidly digesting a large bottle of Huiqi Pill.

The pill melted like ice and snow.

The power of the medicine burst out, continuously transforming into warm spiritual power.

Rising from Dantian.

The meridians flowing through him, which are obviously wider than ordinary people, are running one after another.

However, there is still one step away from breaking through the invisible boundary.

"not enough!"

He opened his eyes and said.

Su Dai immediately handed over a small jar of waste pills, which she newly practiced today.

It is also the last pill that can replenish spiritual power.

An Le opened her mouth and swallowed.

Under the stimulation of the elixir, the tide of spiritual power surged again, rushing to the next climax.

boom!
His body shook, and he let out a mouthful of foul air.

After opening her eyes, her black and white pupils were astonishingly bright.

The temperament of the whole body changed faintly, revealing a bit of nobility and refinement.

Nine levels of Qi training!

(End of this chapter)