Image of God.

Another thing Gu Han and Leng Yushu don’t know.

"Get up."

He sighed, "I promised you."

He knows very well.

Whether he wants to or not, he and Leng Yushu are the last hope of this world and the only life-saving straw. He will take action both public and private.

"Thank you, the messenger!"

"Thank you, the messenger!"

“…”

The boy cried with joy, kowtowed in a blink of an eye, and saw blood in the blink of an eye.

"Okay."

Gu Han gently lifted him up with his spiritual power, "Where is your tribe?"

Without further ado.

If you go early, you might be able to save more people.

“On there…”

The young man said the approximate location, but it was actually only a hundred miles away from this place. For Gu Han now, it was just a few more steps.

"Walk!"

Gu Han put on a mask again, his cultivation level rose instantly, and he took the two of them and disappeared in an instant!

Reappear.

I've come outside the mountains.

The boy was very surprised.

For him, Gu Han's ability is a powerful force!

"Meet the evil ghost again."

Leng Yushu suddenly spoke, "Stay alive."

"kindness?"

Gu Han's heart moved, "You want to..."

"Growing a demon."

"Evil ghosts can do it too?"

“Strictly speaking.”

Leng Yushu thought for a while, "All sentient beings can plant demons."

“…”

For some reason.

Gu Han only felt a little chill on his back.

This heart-sized demon.

It's a bit too scary!

"You want to learn."

Leng Yushu said again: "I can teach you, it's actually very simple. With your intelligence and talent, plus me, you can learn it in about a month."

"Don't learn!"

Gu Han's old face was a little overwhelmed, "What are you doing when learning that thing? I am more suitable to be a sword cultivator!"

One month.

He remembered that Leng Yushu learned it in an instant, and under the guidance of the other party, it took him a month to learn it... This was a bit of a big blow.

Leng Yushu said seriously: "I didn't lie to you. If you learn, you can plant demons in my heart, so that I will not pose any threat to you."

The cold girl has a paranoid personality.

For Lingya.

I wish I could kill the other person with the most vicious method in the world.

For Gu Han.

But he was willing to turn into the other party's magic puppet.

"Don't worry."

Gu Han sighed, "We have experienced life and death together. If we don't believe you, then no one in this world dares to believe it."

"kindness."

Leng Yushu seemed particularly happy when he was trusted by Gu Han.

Gu Han shook his head secretly.

If Qianye is there, he will definitely scold him and say something like "being stuck", "screwed the gutter", "can't grasp it".

...

The Shenfang tribe has a population of only a few thousand, which is incomparable to the super-large tribe before. There are no logs outside the tribe. And those men rarely have crossbows and knives in their hands, most of them just hold a wooden stick.

That's it.

Tribe Center.

A stone statue more than ten feet tall stands here.

Still the woman's appearance.

only.

The stone statue had collapsed by one third, and a crack about an inch long stretched from the center of the eyebrows to the left shoulder, shaking, and the range of the faint light was not only small, very unstable, but also much dimmed.

now.

Both men and women in the tribe gathered together, looking at the red-haired evil ghost outside with a look of despair.

"What are you going to be slow!"

The evil ghost glanced at the ghost light and was a little disdainful, "You know the rules, do you want me to say it again?"

"well!"

In the crowd.

An old man with wrinkles on his face sighed and closed his eyelids gently, "Go..."

Hearing words.

In the tribe.

More than a dozen white-haired and skinny tribe members walked out in a barely manner, including men and women, and directly came out of the dark light and came to the evil ghost.

These people, who are old and weak and have little use for tribes, now stand up voluntarily and become the blood food of evil ghosts. They don’t want to, but the people behind them have their relatives and descendants, and they don’t stand up. These people

Will die.

This is also their final value.

Very cruel.

It's also very realistic.

"Hehe..."

The red-haired ghost laughed twice, licked his lips with a scarlet tongue, and walked directly to a man who looked younger and stronger. He stretched his fingers and a lusty bone spur pierced into the man's body instantly, gently down.

Skip.

With a scream.

But in the blink of an eye, the man was already broken open by him. He was still alive and still standing there under the ghost spirit of the red-faced ghost.

Seeing this.

All the tribesmen left the ground and dared not watch it or could not bear to watch it.

No one is lucky.

Because they know that as soon as they get older, it will be their turn.

“Too old.”

“Too hard.”

"Not good, no good."
To be continued...