From the advent of the mountains and seas

Chapter 14 Never Compromise!

The dark energy dissipated.

An Jing took two steps forward and picked up Nuan Dong first.

His gaze immediately turned to another artifact next to him.

Its surface is blue-gray, with a little dark brown rust, like an ancient bronze.

Why is there such an old thing in the body of the ghost?
There must be no such antiques in this kind of mountain inn, let alone something that was "collected" by the ghost.

Treasures in Lingnan ancient tombs?

Realizing a certain possibility, An Jing raised his eyebrows, and squatted down to look carefully.

Taking advantage of the light leaking from the roof of the inn, An Jing noticed that the appearance of this one-foot-tall bronze vessel was extremely strange.

The shape is actually a posture of a squatting tiger embracing a person, with complicated decorations. At first glance, it looks like a ferocious performance of a tiger cannibalism, but if you look closely, you will find that the people surrounded by it do not have too much panic. On the contrary, it shows a somewhat harmonious posture between humans and animals.

"Tiger, cannibal"

Looking at the bronze ware in front of him, An Jing only felt a slight numbness in the back of his head like an electric shock.

When Liu Fu's father returned to Lanyang City, he was already a useless person. According to the doctor's words, his foundation was damaged and his soul was lost. In addition, he tried his best to inquire about Yuyue County's news.

The treasure that made him transform into a tiger demon and kill all directions has disappeared from his hands.

The behind-the-scenes messenger of Ghost Moth was looking for him, probably because he also wanted to get news of the treasure. Judging from the latter's tragic death, his inquiries about Yuyue County during that time were fruitless.

Otherwise, the tiger demon will definitely show up in Lanyang City!

His gaze was fixed on the bronze vessel on the ground, and his breathing was a bit heavy even for Ping An.

The ghost of sorrow is formed from the resentful souls who died under the claws of the tiger demon.

As a servant of the tiger, the fact that Chang Gui protects this bronze ware so much and even puts it in his own body to warm it up is enough to prove its specialness!
Is it possible that the strange life object in mission two is it?
An Jing reached out to pick up the bronze, and at the same time paid attention to the system to see if there would be a reminder that the task was completed.

However, the moment his fingertips touched the bronze vessel, the entire palm was directly attracted to it.

An Jing, who sensed something was wrong, wanted to withdraw, but found that his own blood was pouring into the bronze vessel at an alarming speed, and then the bronze tiger entrenched on the ground spat out several streams of blood from the mouth, rushing towards the collapsed corpses around.

The loss of Qi and blood made An Ning's whole body visibly weakened by the naked eye.

The originally bulging muscles shrank, and the sturdy body lost a lot of weight in just a few seconds.

At the same time, several corpses scattered around stood up again. The broken torso was repaired by the blood gushing out of the bronze vessel, and it returned to [-]% to [-]% of its appearance before death. Tiger pattern, evil spirit overflowing between eyebrows and eyes!
There is no doubt that the bronze ware in front of him is the key to Liu Fu's father's transformation into a tiger demon.

It's just that it's obviously extremely unfriendly to anyone who tries to have it!
Seeing the surrounding corpses approaching again, the absorption of Qi and blood by the bronze vessel finally ended. An Jing who successfully retracted her hand found that she was already surrounded, and her body functions were greatly weakened, somewhat weaker than ordinary people.

Miao Dao Nuan Dong, who was originally instigated like an arm, has now turned into a burden in reverse!

A strong sense of weakness impacted An Jing's mind, and his enemies changed from the ghouls controlled by the ghost to these monsters transformed from the bronze ware with his blood.

There is a huge difference in strength between the two.

They are no longer just sluggishly waving weapons.

After getting close to An Jing, each of them put on a martial arts technique, as if the souls of those people in the rivers and lakes had returned!
Looking around, An Jing couldn't find a gap to break through.

bang~
The Miao Knife fell to the ground, kicking up some broken mud.

An Jing took a deep breath and gritted her teeth.

The tiredness in his eyes disappeared, replaced by an indescribable ferocity.

Like a badly wounded beast, never compromise!

The wind and rain outside the house suddenly rushed.

Thunder and monster screams interlaced.

The nearest monster rushed forward, raised its hand and hit An Jing's face with a cannonball.

Spreading his hands to block his fists, An Jing turned around and clasped his elbows to hit the monster's chest.

The moves that should have been able to knock him back easily, but now they can only shake his body due to the large loss of power.

This made An Jing's prepared back move difficult to use, so he had to take half a step back, leaning over to avoid the fist behind him, and at the same time use his sweeping legs to forcibly break the balance of the monster in front of him.

An Jing didn't even have time to check the result of his attack, so he turned around again and raised his arms to block.

Two fists hit the forearm.

Losing the cushioning of his muscles, the severe pain Anjing came to his mind, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Before he could recover, he was hit by a whip on his back, and he was forced to lean forward.

He took a sudden step with his right leg to stabilize his figure, and punched with both hands, forcing the monster in front of him to be pushed away.

Standing up straight, An Jing's throat rolled with a flushed face, and he raised his hand to wipe the blood stains from the corners of his mouth.

Melee ensued.

The five-headed monsters surrounded An Ning in the center in a circular formation.

Relying on the strength and physique beyond him, he completely beat the latter with the injury-for-injury style of play.

It didn't take long for An Jing's injuries to reach his limit.

Messy hair stuck to the forehead.

The brow bone was broken, and the blood couldn't stop hanging down the bridge of the nose, and the bluish-purple traces filled An Jing's arms and chest.

At his feet, the corpses of two monsters were already lying.

A throat was pierced at the cost of stabilizing the fracture of the three fingers of the right hand.

A neck was twisted, at the expense of a broken right leg.

But even so, An Jing still slanted to support his body, facing the three-headed monster in front of him with a strange posture.

"Come on! You are not qualified to kill me!"

An Jing growled ferociously,

The eye sockets were soaked in blood, as if the blood eyes of a ferocious beast were looking directly at the monster, and the body that was already at the end of its strength was still rising with a violent momentum.

The three-headed monsters who also suffered from different injuries flew forward again.

An Jing stood up and punched, but was easily blocked. His broken right leg flew up and kicked the monster's waist.

The body was pulled forward uncontrollably, the monster opened its mouth suddenly, its fangs pierced An Jing's neck, and his chest was pierced by sharp claws.

The blue veins on his forehead popped up, feeling the life flow in his body, An Jing opened his mouth like crazy, biting towards the monster's neck, and let out a roar that didn't sound like a human voice.

That is the purest wildness of life!
Even if he died, An Jing didn't intend to die as a prey!
In an instant, the surrounding monsters seemed to have been pressed the pause button, their movements froze, and their figures turned into fly ash and dissipated in the next second.

An Jing still stood upright.

Suddenly, as if he had a premonition, he turned around to look at the bronze vessel, and what appeared in front of him was a ferocious tiger with wings on its back.

It squatted at the place where the original bronze was, its eyes fixed on An Jing whose breath was exhausted like a candle in the wind.

Suddenly got up and swooped.

The two tiger claws swept towards An Jing.

　there will be later

　　
　
(End of this chapter)