There are no words that can fully describe the abnormality and horror of this face.
Except for his eyes, the other parts of his face seemed to be crumpled into a ball, shapeless, and it was completely unclear where the mouth was and where the nose was.
The entire face was pitted and covered with scarlet scars, as if it was crawling with centipedes, and there was not a single piece of intact skin.
If the man in black wearing a metal mask is like a spiritual messenger from hell, then when he reveals his true face, he is a real evil ghost.
When the ghosts and monsters in hell see him, they will probably be frightened and run away.
Under the astonishing power of the "Sky Eagle Transformation", even though the man in black was extremely fierce, he still fell into a brief daze and stayed in place for a while without taking any further action.
Chance!
Zheng Qiyuan's eyes lit up, his knees slightly bent, and then he kicked the ground violently, his body rose up, and with the power of the real dragon that shook the world, he slashed at the head of the man in black with the long knife in his hand.
"puff!"
This time, the man in black finally had no time to swing his sword to resist. Although he turned his head slightly, he was still struck by the sword, and his strange face was almost split into two pieces.
Even though his head was about to be chopped off, he still had a calm look in his eyes and did not scream. Instead, he raised his right hand and stabbed Zheng Qiyuan's cheek with the long knife.
"Crack!"
However, only halfway through using the sword, Gan Muyun had already appeared beside him, his eyes flashing with hatred, and the two rings in his hands accidentally broke off his right arm.
The severed arm flew in the air, and bits and pieces of black blood spilled down, corroding the ground into tiny pits, and wisps of blue smoke emerged.
"puff!"
Li Qing, who was smashed into the ground, did not sit idle. Instead, he bent down to pick up the sword, threw it with all his strength, and accurately pierced the heart of the man in black.
After suffering repeated heavy injuries, the man in black's movements finally slowed down, and his remaining left arm trembled slightly, as if he still wanted to fight.
"drink!"
Zheng Qiyuan's eyes flashed with light, he poured all his strength into the sword, and pressed down hard.
Suddenly there was a shocking roar of a dragon that cracked rocks and penetrated the clouds, resounding throughout the world.
The man in black's head and left shoulder were chopped off at the same time, separated from his body, and rolled several times on the ground. The whole person slowly fell backwards, and lay flat on the ground with a "bang", and never moved again.
.
With the concerted efforts of four talented young people, the terrifying man in black who killed Xing Potian finally died and no longer has the ability to do evil.
Looking at the mutilated body of the killer's enemy, Gan Muyun's chest heaved and he gasped for breath, but his eyes were slightly red again.
What a scary guy!
Zheng Qiyuan, Li Qing and Jian Jue stared at the man in black on the ground with lingering fear, and such a thought came to their minds at the same time.
"The future life is terrible!"
In the sky above, Master Ran, who was watching all the way, raised his palm and killed a puppet spiritual master, and then said sincerely, "These little guys are young and have not yet truly understood the great way, but they can join forces to kill a spiritual master who has entered the Tao.
Given time, the achievements will definitely be far higher than those of us old guys."
"That's right." The person who answered the call was Qiao Botong, the seventh elder of "Ice Chi Island". "I'm afraid that the strength of that masked weirdo is not inferior to that of you and me. He actually died in the hands of a few juniors like this. It shows that the law of heaven has already stood by.
On our side, the 'Dark Temple' has done many injustices and is not far from destruction."
"I'm afraid you two are too happy too soon."
Suddenly, the sigh of Ye Xingchen, the elder of "Lingxiao Holy Land" came from beside him.
"Brother Ye, why did you say this?" Qiao Botong looked at him and asked in confusion.
"What do you think that is?" Ye Xingchen stretched out his hand and pointed behind the two of them.
Master Ran and Qiao Botong turned around at the same time, and the scene in front of them made their expressions change dramatically.
I saw a series of black shadows appearing in the sky. Everyone was wearing a hooded black open-front robe, and a ferocious black metal mask on their face. They were dressed in the same style as the black men who died in the hands of four young heroes.
The man in the mask is exactly the same.
"This, this... so much!"
Zheng Qiyuan swallowed his saliva and stuttered, unable to speak clearly.
"One, two..." Li Qing ignored the pain in his body and stretched out his fingers to count quickly. His handsome face immediately drooped, "There are thirty-five more?"
"There are thirty-six such weirdos in total?" Gan Muyun muttered to himself, almost unable to believe his eyes.
Jian Jue used the Liu Jue Sword in his hand as a crutch, forced himself to stand up, and looked up at the sky without saying a word, but he could not hide the surprise on his face.
Looking at the densely packed masked figures in the sky, the four young heroes couldn't help but feel a deep sense of powerlessness in their hearts.
…
"Brother Mo, is this the 'Dark Spirit Ghost Attendant' you call it?" Above the high-altitude clouds far away from the battlefield, the Seven-Star Saint said in wonder, "The foundation of the 'Dark Temple' is really amazing."
"Yes, our 'Dark Spirit Sacred Book' has a separate chapter, which talks about the cultivation method of this 'Dark Spirit Ghost Warrior'." Mo Disheng did not hide it, but nodded and admitted directly, "It's a pity.
This method requires too much of the physical body, and the success rate is less than 1 in 10,000. After so many years, only thirty-six people have survived."
"But each of these thirty-six people has the strength of a top spiritual master." The Seven-Star Saint smiled, "I really envy my little brother."
"After all, it is an extraordinary measure." Mo Disheng said calmly, "Of course it is impossible to be exactly the same as the Taoist Spirit Master. There are always some flaws, but it will not affect the outcome of this war."
"Defect? What defect?" the Seven-Star Sage asked curiously.
Mo Disheng smiled faintly and stopped talking. It was obvious that he had no intention of exposing his background.
"It seems that as long as the saint doesn't come out." The Seven-Star Saint did not ask further questions, but said excitedly, "There is no suspense in this battle."
"Where is that white-haired boy of yours?" Emperor Li Tiandi on the side said dissatisfiedly, "After all, it is an alliance between two families, but only so many people came to the 'Seven Star Pavilion', so perfunctory, where is the sincerity?"
"Master Li, please calm down." The Seven-Star Sage explained patiently, "Beidou is mobilizing manpower and should be here soon."
"Really?" Li Tiandi said doubtfully, "This kid is weird, I always feel a little unreliable."
"Beidou was brought up by me, and no one knows his abilities better than me." The Seven-Star Sage replied firmly, "Master Li, you can rest assured."
"I hope so!" Emperor Li Tian no longer hesitated, looking straight down through the clouds, nervously watching the changes in the situation on the battlefield.
From beginning to end, Feng Qingyu stood aside silently, not moving or speaking, like a beautiful and exquisite statue.
…
"It seems that this is the trump card of the 'Dark Temple'."
In the sky on the other side, Saint Wen Dao's eyes flashed with light, and he said slowly, "Mo Disheng has indeed been planning for a long time, and he has secretly cultivated such a force."
"More than thirty top Taoist spiritual masters are enough to affect the situation of this war."
Saint Lingxiao remained expressionless, but glanced at the other two Holy Land Masters with the corner of his eye, and said calmly, "At this point, if we continue to hide it, we will regret it when we are defeated.
"
"Well said."
Saint Bing Chi sighed and said with a wry smile, "It would be a bit stupid to hide our strength any longer."
I don’t know how these saints conveyed the news. In the battlefield, there were suddenly more than ten Taoist spiritual masters. Judging from their attire, they were from "Wendao Academy", "Lingxiao Holy Land" and "Bingxiao".
The master of "Chi Island".
Obviously, Merdisheng is not the only one who knows how to be forbearing. Several other Holy Land Lords have also been holding back, and they have not shown their true heritage before.
In this way, the three holy places of "Dark Temple" and "Wen Dao Academy" showed their trump cards at the same time, and the battle on the field was unprecedentedly fierce.
The masters from both sides used their unique skills to throw countless transformed spiritual powers in the high air. They were colorful and dazzling, almost making the sun shine.
The strength of the Taoist Spirit Master is so powerful that even the aftermath of a single gesture would often cause disaster to many ordinary practitioners and result in the loss of innocent lives.
As time goes by, the number of people on both sides is decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, while more and more corpses are piled on the ground. The scene is tragic and heroic enough to be recorded in the annals of history.
In such a large-scale melee, the performance of Yan Beigui, the strongest elder of the "Wendao Academy", was particularly eye-catching.
I saw him rely on the magical skill of "Apparition" to constantly shuttle back and forth across the battlefield. With his extraordinary fighting talent, he has deceived many masters of the "Dark Temple" and "Seven Star Pavilion", and he is actually quite talented.
The power of one person can overturn the entire battle situation.
Seeing that the situation was gradually being reversed by the "Wen Dao Academy", a strange "ding bell" sound suddenly sounded in the sky.
Immediately afterwards, black figures jumped out from nowhere, hanging in the sky one after another, gathering into an astonishing army of spiritual masters, and quickly entered the battlefield.
"Is there any back-up plan?" The saint Wen Dao in the distance exclaimed, "How many puppets does Mo Disheng have?"
"That's not right!" Saint Lingxiao's eyes were stern, "There's something wrong with these puppets!"
Hearing this, everyone around them turned their heads to look at the puppet army that had just appeared.
Upon seeing this, several people suddenly shouted in unison, shocked.
It turns out that everyone in this army of puppets actually has long white hair.
Pure white as beautiful as snow!
This chapter has been completed!