An evil voice sounded, "Who, who dares to destroy my mountain gate?"

"It's your turn." Uncle Huang said calmly, holding the scroll in his hand ready to move.

Xie Qiran's eyes twitched twice and stepped onto the path.

"It's you, you damn traitor, who dared to step into Xieguxuan and destroy my mountain gate. Are you crazy or are you inflated?"

The evil voice was full of anger, and figures emerged from the bamboo buildings and woods one after another, swarming up the path and rushing toward Xie Yiran with staggering steps.

"Kill him, kill him, kill this traitor. Whoever kills him can become the new evil finger!" The voice roared loudly, full of hysterical madness.

Xie Qiran stared at the crowd rushing towards him with cold eyes.

These people were in ragged clothes, skinny, pale, and rushed toward Xie Huran with feverish eyes.

Xie Huran raised his left hand, his fingertips lit up with a faint green light, and pointed out.

Every time Xie Huran pointed his finger, a figure fell down, but more people immediately jumped on him. The people who jumped on him used their teeth and nails to try to attack Xie Huran.

Xie Huran just pointed out silently. Every time he pointed, one person fell down. Most people were already pointed by Xie Huran before they got close. After a moment, the person who was pointed fell down.

It has turned into a pile of bones.

Everyone pounced on and fell silently, except for the evil voice who was still shouting hysterically, "Kill him, kill him for me, kill this traitor for me. Whoever kills him will be killed."

Can become the new evil finger!"

Too many people have fallen down and turned into bones, but no one is afraid and no one retreats. Everyone is like the most fanatical believer, flying towards the light like moths.

The light is the green light on Xie Huan's fingertips.

Xie Qiran's face became paler.

The difference in individual strength could not make up for the disparity in numbers, and Xie Zhenran began to be inevitably injured. Every small wound was glowing with a blue-black light, which was in sharp contrast with Xie Zhenran's pale skin.

Uncle Huang has been standing at the end of the path, watching indifferently, watching more people appear, flying towards Xie Qiran like moths, and some even pounce directly on the green light at Xie Qiran's fingertips, and towards Hua Hua.

For the fate of bones.

He frowned slightly, tightened his grip on the scroll, and a drop of purple-red liquid seeped out of the scroll.

A flush suddenly appeared on Xie Huan's face, and Xie Huran advanced instead of retreating, facing the crowd who showed no signs of losing anything.

Xie Qiran no longer avoided the attack, and the crowd fell faster, and finally began to slowly decrease. No new people appeared on the trail anymore.

…

"Damn trash, you bunch of damn trash. Why can't you even kill a traitor? You damn trash, all of you will die!" The evil voice cursed viciously.

Xie Qiran was already covered in wounds, and the green light at his fingertips was so weak that it seemed that it might go out at any time. But the last person still fell under the green light and turned into a pile of bones.

Xie Huran was swaying, and hundreds of people had fallen under his fingers.

He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and his flushed face suddenly turned pale again. He stood up straight and raised his head, "Can't you imagine that one day I will stand here again?"

"You will regret your choice later."

"I already regretted it."

A figure slowly appeared in front of Xie Yiran and turned around slowly. He was taller, thinner and paler than Xie Yiran.

"How many times have I fantasized about tearing you apart bit by bit, but I didn't expect this opportunity to come to me so quickly." The figure's voice was evil and fanatical, "I will let you slowly feel... No, why are you

I didn’t carry the evil god’s arm bone with me.”

The figure's face was hideous and terrifying. He grabbed Xie Huran and tore open the sleeve of his left arm, revealing his pale and bloodless skin. "You didn't even bring the evil god's arm bone with you. Where did you put it? Where did you put it?"

Now? Tell me, where did you put it?"

Xie Yiran was caught by the figure without any counterattack, and smiled for the first time, "Even if you tear me into pieces, you will never be able to get that arm bone again."

The figure's expression was extremely scary, and the hand holding Xie Zhenran was trembling.

Xie Yiran was shaking violently like a scarecrow, with black and purple blood coming out of the corner of his mouth. Xie Yiran's face twitched because of the pain, but he laughed loudly, "Even if I tell you where the arm bones are, you won't."

The one who has the guts to retrieve the arm bone.”

"Nonsense, no one in this world dares to resist the great evil god." The figure screamed loudly like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Really?" Uncle Huang said lightly.

"Who is it?" The figure suddenly turned around. Uncle Huang was clearly standing at the end of the path, but he seemed not to be able to see it at all.

"It's me." Uncle Huang finally stepped onto the path, and in one step he was in front of the figure, and punched out.

"It's you." The figure's pupils shrank sharply, he screamed, and punched, a pale green light covering the fist.

boom!

The fists struck each other! The bamboo building collapsed, the trees fell over, and Xie Huran flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and fell to the ground unconscious.

I don't know how long it took, but Xie Huran woke up quietly.

The entire valley was in ruins.

Uncle Huang stood quietly, with a pile of white bones glowing with a faint blue light in front of him.

Uncle Huang looked at the scattered bones with strange eyes. Xie Yiran slowly stood up and looked at Uncle Huang and the bones on the ground in the distance with a changing expression.

He could clearly feel Uncle Huang's breath weakening, and Xie Zhenran's fists clenched and relaxed...

After a long time, Uncle Huang looked away from the bones and looked at Xie Huran, "Why don't you try?"

"Senior is injured, I will not be your opponent." Xie Yiran said honestly.

"What a pity!" Uncle Huang sighed, but he didn't know what he was sighing about.

Xie Yiran suppressed the thoughts in his heart and said, "Senior, I have done what I promised."

"Here you go," Uncle Huang raised his hand and threw the crumpled scroll to Xie Yiran.

"Thank you, senior." There was unconcealed surprise in Xie Yiran's voice. He opened the scroll and found a small arm bone wrapped inside. It was the one that Xie Yiran had taken off the scroll.

Carefully retracting his arm bones and carrying the scroll on his back, Xie Yiran said as calmly as possible: "Senior, although he has done many evil things, he is the mentor of this junior after all. Death is a big deal, so I want to collect his bones.

I hope seniors can make it happen."

Uncle Huang didn't speak, he just repeated softly, "It's a big deal that people die," his tone was sad.

Xie Yiran tentatively walked over and saw that Uncle Huang had no objection, so he bent down to pick up the bones.

From an angle that Uncle Huang couldn't see, a trace of flushing and sinisterness appeared on his pale face.

Uncle Huang suddenly stepped down, "This bone won't work."

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