What kind of monster is this?
Even Gong Xiqiu was almost shocked by so many strange faces.
Is this, is this still a person?
Gong Xiqiu's subtle expression attracted the attention of Chu Yao and others, but the master got the attention first: "Gong Xiqiu, is it very difficult?"
Shen Tang's first reaction when he saw Hei Gu was to frown, and there was an indescribable disgust and anxiety in his heart. He was also a skeleton, Gong Shuwu had a simple death aura, and he would not feel uncomfortable when he was close to him. On the other hand, Hei Gu's Death energy is turbid and evil.
Even being so far apart can have an impact on her.
Gong Xiqiu's reaction did not seem to be confident about Jimo Qiu.
She prepared for the worst.
If Jimo Qiuzhen was not Heigu's opponent, he would have to intervene at the right time to save the people, and he would not let the only high priest of the Gongxi clan stand in front of the battle. At this moment, Shen Tang was glad that he had used the words "Change flowers and wood" to Practice to perfection.
It can also come in handy at critical moments.
Gong Xiqiu said truthfully: "This man has a face all over his body."
When Shen Tang heard this, he looked up at Heigu in shock. The latter was tightly wrapped in jet-black armor, with only the holes under his visor showing. How could he have a face? Or was he still full of faces? Gong Xiqiu had always disdained lies, so I won't joke around at this point. It can only be said that he saw something that ordinary people can't see: "Face? How many? Can you tell me in detail what those faces look like?"
Gong Xiqiu did a rough count.
"There are hundreds of faces, all kinds of faces."
He briefly described the characteristics of these faces.
Nearly half of the facial features are black hair and black eyes. The skin color of the remaining parts ranges from light to dark, the hair ranges from short to long, from straight to curly, and the eye colors are blue, green, black and brown. They are more common in Beizhou and Wuzhou. Accurate. Generally speaking, it is more common on the borders of the Four Corners Continent.
If the entire continent is regarded as a square area, the countries occupy the most livable circular part, and the remaining corners are Beizhou and Wuzhou. He has traveled south and north over the years and visited many places, and found that Most of these people are concentrated in these areas.
What kind of collecting habit does Black Bone have?
Otherwise, how come the faces on the body are so complete?
Gong Xiqiu did not forget to mention an important point: "I don't know if these human faces have their own consciousness, or if they are controlled by the same body. They have obvious hatred towards Big Brother."
Forefathers planted trees for future generations to enjoy the shade.
It's good for them as brothers. Wherever they go, they will encounter the hatred accumulated by their ancestors. If they weren't strong, how could they survive so much?
Gong Xiqiu's doubts were quickly cleared.
Mo Qiu, the black bone listener, admitted that he was from the Gongxi clan. Unusually, he killed without raising a knife. He just smiled sinisterly. For a moment, he could not tell whether he was a man or a woman. Two clusters of jet-black flames in his eye sockets jumped twice.
Under Jimoqiu's vigilant gaze, he raised his finger and pointed at his chest, where there was a face sleeping with its eyes closed.
This face was squeezed by seven or eight nearby faces, so it was impossible to tell its original appearance. It could only be vaguely judged that it was a woman's face from the lower jaw.
"My surname was Wei when I was alive, and my single name was Cheng, and my courtesy name was Yucheng." Hei Gu also reported his family name, and then added, "Since your surname is Jimo and you are a member of the Gongxi clan, you should be the high priest of this generation.
Are you there? Do you recognize this face?"
Wei Cheng knew that the high priest could see these faces.
"I don't recognize it."
Jimo Qiu replied calmly.
"Don't recognize her? Hahaha, High Priest, how could you not recognize her?" Wei Cheng laughed again. The overlapping of hundreds of male and female voices made people's hair stand on end. What was even more terrifying was what he said, "She
Maybe it’s one of your ancestors.”
Jimo Qiu's eyes fell on that face. Due to the restriction of his divine power, he could only see the existence of these faces. He could not see what caused this situation, let alone the situation of the owners of these faces. He chose
Ask the person involved directly.
"Ancestor, what happened to her?"
"Nature is atonement."
"What sin requires such atonement?"
"Fool."
Wei Cheng opened his five fingers wide, and endless black mist spewed out from his palm, condensing into a pitch-black bone hammer. Countless skulls and ghost faces were engraved on the long handle, and the front end was a melon-shaped hammer head covered with obtuse-angled thorns. It was so exquisite, but it was similar to
Wei Cheng's body shape does not match.
The moment Gong Xiqiu saw the Gu Duo Hammer, a flash of inspiration burst out in his mind. He always had a bad memory and immediately remembered where he had seen this thing. He yelled and wanted to go into battle, but Shen Tang quickly caught him: "Gong Xiqiu,
Now is not the time."
"That thing -" Gong Xiqiu tried hard to calm down his restless mood, pointed at the bone and hammered, "it's the high priest's token!"
That's not a bone hammer at all!
But it was the wooden staff of a certain high priest!
He had seen it on the wall of the secret room where the longevity lamp was enshrined!
Under normal circumstances, after the death of the high priest, the wooden staff will also be burned and ascended to heaven as a funerary object. It will not be left behind, let alone appear in the hands of outsiders. Shen Tang is clear about this: "But that's not a bone hammer? Really?
Didn’t you admit your mistake?”
"You won't admit it."
Just because he was holding Jimo Qiu's wooden staff at the moment, he could clearly see that the "Gu Duo Hammer" in Wei Cheng's hand was not only lingering with the filthy and evil aura of death, but also entangled with the high priest's unique divine power! These divine powers are ironclad evidence! This guy Weicheng
What exactly was done?
When Gong Xiqiu thought of what Wei Cheng said, he shuddered and was filled with extreme anger and humiliation.
Jimo Qiu's attention was also attracted by the Gu Duo Hammer.
"Ancestors fooled you?"
This question is a bit redundant.
Which of the old men in Wu Kingdom has not been fooled?
Jimo Qiu asked this question knowingly.
Wei Cheng sneered: "Are you just fooling me? Hehe, you might as well go into my belly and ask her yourself about this question."
These words may seem ordinary, but they reveal important information.
"You mean, you also ate your ancestors?"
Wei Cheng seemed to have heard some interesting question, his laughter became more and more shrill, and he finally stopped. He followed the rear master and sighed: "Uncle, we old bones have really been away from the world for too many years, and now young people will actually ask me this
That's a question. Don't you know what I've done before?"
His strength during his lifetime was not outstanding.
At that time, it had not been long since the birth of the Thief Star. People in the world had little knowledge of Wenxinwudan training, and wars between warlords in various places were still carried out in the most primitive way of confrontation with cold weapons. In order to protect their hometown from being slaughtered, he, his uncle and a group of clan members
He also went to the battlefield.
That war was really tragic.
It was so brutal that he ran out of ammunition and food, so brutal that he used the enemy corpses and even the corpses of Pao Ze as food to satisfy his hunger. Even he himself was seriously injured and briefly came to his senses, begging his uncle to give him a knife: "Ah, uncle, give me the best piece of meat."
You can keep it. If you survive, a hundred years later, don’t forget to tell your nephew how that piece of meat is different from other people’s meat.】
His experience was probably the first of its kind.
When he regained consciousness, he sat up suddenly, turned around and saw his own flesh and blood organs tumbling in the pot, and the others were scared to death. Only he touched his empty abdomen, leaned close to the pot and sniffed for a while, and then
Bury your head in.
【It tastes sour and not delicious.】
In the end, they won that battle.
In every battle he fought from then on, he had to make meat from the corpses of enemy soldiers and captured enemy soldiers. Only in this way could his soul gain temporary peace. The First Lord felt that his behavior was too cruel and cruel, so he admitted that he had gone out
If he did not carry these special meats during the battle, his soul would have to endure the pain of being cut into pieces with a thousand knives. The location of the severe pain coincided with the location of the dismemberment during his lifetime.
The First Lord could only take one step back.
Let him harm the corpses of fallen enemy soldiers.
[Keep the living ones. You can chop melons and vegetables and kill them in the blink of an eye. It will take ten or twenty years for your parents to raise them. The future prosperity of the Wu Kingdom will require living people. I heard your uncle say that you still have some in your treasury.
The butcher shop from sixty or seventy years ago.]
When Wei Cheng gave gifts to his colleagues, he also gave them dried meat of different years.
Especially when a colleague celebrates his birthday, he will give him a gift of the same year as he is.
The whole country of Wu is unique!
His name could stop children from crying at night.
Nowadays, the world has changed, and it is really ridiculous and lamentable that an ignorant child would ask him such a question: "I not only ate your ancestors, but every face you see now is food."
Wei Cheng commented on the taste of the ingredients with a sly smile.
The meat of most of the people he ate was sour, smelly, and woody. Eating them was almost like chewing wood, or rotten wood covered with moss. His uncle didn't like him eating it raw, so he could only cook the ingredients.
It smells like boiled gold juice.
Wei Cheng died with only a set of bones, and naturally did not have the digestive organs of a living person, so the food he ate would not be digested, but would only turn into soul nourishment and fuse with him. His "belly" is a fighting beast.
The souls of these ingredients will be trapped here forever by him, and they will feel the torment of immortality with him.
There are also some special things among the hundreds of ingredients.
That is the owner of the face on his chest.
The culprit who deceived him and trapped him in this place!
Her meat was very refreshing, with a woody fragrance. It was the most satisfying ingredient that Wei Cheng had ever found. Her soul, which had been in pain for more than a hundred years after her death, was soothed. Unfortunately, she has never seen her again since then. Many years have passed.
, still makes him think about it deeply.
As he spoke, he stared at Jimo Qiu with two clusters of black flames in his eyes, as if staring at prey, and his tone seemed to be recollecting: "You are also the high priest of the Gongxi clan. The texture of your meat should be similar to hers, right?"
How could Gong Xiqiu hold back after hearing this?
Impulsively, he forgot that he was no longer a brave warrior, but a literary scholar with a three-legged cat. He didn't remember, but someone always remembered - Jimo Qiu's target was not Wei Cheng.
A pair of red shackles pressed down on Gong Xiqiu's shoulders.
The iron chains at both ends of the shackles are connected to the ground.
Gong Xiqiu: "..."
He was immediately dumbfounded. The shackles weighed a hundred pounds!
Jimo Qiu said gently: "A-Nian, don't cause trouble."
After beating his brother severely, Jimo Qiu turned to Wei Cheng and said, "I have never eaten my own meat, and I don't know how it tastes. As long as you have the ability, please help yourself."
"As expected of the Gongxi clan, he is indeed stubborn."
At this point in the negotiation, there is nothing to continue talking about.
A sharp whistle pierced the sky.
Puff puff puff——
Densely packed bones broke out from the ground, forming the skeleton of the war horse in less than a breath. As the last bone returned to its place, the war horse raised its neck and neighed. Four flames spread rapidly upward from under the horse's hooves, and wherever the flames passed, they formed
A ferocious-shaped horse armor. This war horse is twice as big as the war horses of ordinary brave warriors. When the horse's hoof kicks, a black afterimage is left in the air, and majestic waves of air rush in all directions.
Instantly approaching Jimo Qiumian Gate.
The horse's hooves were raised high, trying to trample him into a pulp.
It fell hard with all its might.
Jimo Qiu resisted with a horizontal spear.
The two collided, and the gun body showed an obvious concave arc under the huge pressure, and an inconspicuous breaking sound was made in the middle.
puff--
A black flame ignited on the horse's back.
Wei Cheng emerged from the flames, with his arms raised high, and all his strength concentrated on the Guduo Hammer in his hand. The target was Jimo Qiu's head. Even though the hammer head of the Guduo Hammer was very small, it didn't look lethal at first glance, but it was such a small one.
This thing can easily break through the armor of brave warriors, and has the magical effect of breaking the face of a brave warrior. If Jimo Qiu was hit head-on, even if his helmet was still intact, the Tianling Cap under the helmet would be smashed to pieces.
Jimo Qiu used his skill to pull away and retreated violently.
As he pulled away, the horse's hoof suddenly lost its target. When it hit the ground, dust rose high, and the ground beneath its feet cracked. Cracks spread in all directions like spider webs. With the kick of the war horse, a two or three-foot dent was made. At the same time, the bones were also missing.
hammer.
Jimo Qiu raised his hand and made a move.
The broken spear under the horse's hoof turned into martial energy and flew towards his palm.
"Haha, you can fight better than your ancestor."
Wei Cheng's words were filled with contempt and teasing.
Not only does he have no sense of urgency, but he is like a hunter who has a winning chance, and he is very interested in admiring the embarrassed appearance of his prey saving itself in desperate situations. Jimo Qiu said: "You shouldn't use your ancestors to measure my strength, it will only put you in a desperate situation."
middle."
The brief contact he just had made him confirm one thing.
The strength of Wei City in front of him is far less than that of twenty-level Chehou.
It is weaker than the incarnation formed by Yunda.
However, this also happened to prove why the Immortal Cult did not let Wei Cheng take action directly. You must know that a twenty-level Chehou who is between life and death and completely unkillable is more difficult to deal with than Yunda who is at the peak of his strength.
Werder would be seriously injured if he lost his arms and legs, but this guy in front of him would not. He has always only used his strengths to avoid weaknesses, how can he use his weaknesses to avoid strengths? There must be something fishy in this!
This tricky thing should have been solved.
Because of Wei Cheng's strength.
Most of the power was used to suppress something. Jimo Qiu guessed that it should be the more than a hundred souls swallowed by Wei City. Most of the national masters also knew this problem, so they used a method of inverting civil and military forces - suppressing the enemy is equivalent to improving oneself!
Limiting the strength of the two armies and suppressing the ceiling of the top combat power of the two armies to the level of tenth-level Zuo Shu Zhang is undoubtedly the most beneficial method for Wei City.
Wei Cheng stood on his horse and played with the bone hammer in his hand.
"Yeah?"
After the words fell, the squeezed face suddenly opened its eyes.
Her eyes were facing Jimo Qiu.
Wei Cheng smiled gloomily and said, "Then let's compare?"
He raised the bone hammer in his hand high, and the face on his chest that belonged to a certain high priest moved his lips slightly. Jimo Qiu knew lip language, and he could tell what the other person was saying at a glance. That was - the prayer of magic!
Gong Xiqiu: "...how could he succeed -"
He was like a goose that had been strangled by the neck, unable to make a sound.
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I have been really busy recently, and the pace of the plot is too slow. The course at Lu Academy is almost over. I will sort it out after I go back in two days.
This chapter has been completed!