Guan Ling and Anchang, who had quietly disappeared after the Picture of One Hundred Evils appeared, were now guarding a wild woman with a distorted face.
"You have seen it. Your husband is dead, your children are also dead, and the people who killed them were the people in the town. As long as one person helped you at that time, your children would not have died. Don't you want revenge?
?"
Anchang looked grim and had a strange smile on his face.
In his hand, the iron compass needle kept turning, and the words on the compass twisted like earthworms according to the direction it turned.
Guan Ling's expression was indifferent, and he had long lost the good-natured appearance he had when he was first with everyone.
"careful."
Guan Ling suddenly grabbed Anchang's arm.
The two quickly backed away.
A circle of gray evil mist spread like ripples.
The woman they were guarding before was now levitating. Her eyes were dark, and dense black lines were at the corners of her eyes, spreading along her cheeks and towards her neck.
"It's intensified. The evil spirit is already devouring the host. And you... why don't you let go of me?"
Anchang chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.
Guan Ling's cold eyes suddenly turned fierce.
boom!
An invisible shock broke out between the two of them.
Anchang crashed through a row of wooden houses like a rag doll, and finally his whole body was embedded in the wall of a stone house.
"Wow~"
He spat out a mouthful of thick blood.
He stretched out his hand to pick up the divination compass on the ground, but one hand picked it up before him.
Guan Ling held the Divination Compass in one hand and the soul-calming bell in the other, "Brother An, we have known each other for twenty years. I still remember, outside the Zuifeng Pavilion, you were holding a book and arguing with others, saying that one day you would become
Fortune teller."
Anchang looked ferocious and waved his hands. He didn't hear Guan Ling's words at all. He only wanted to get back the Divination Compass.
Seeing this, a trace of pain appeared on Guan Ling's face,
"That's it, brothers, let me end your... huh?"
Guan Ling lowered his head and found that his chest had been pierced by a bloody palm at some point.
"you......"
He looked at Anchang, who was slowly freeing himself from the wall, with a horrified expression, "You have really mastered the Minggan Curse."
"Didn't I say before, I am a fortune teller."
Anchang's face lost the ferocity and he calmly took the Divination Compass from Guan Ling's hand. Then he glanced at the Soul-Calming Bell, shook his head and said, "I don't need this thing at all."
On the verge of death, Guan Ling figured everything out, "You did it on purpose, everything was in your plan."
"It's not a calculation, it's a destiny deduction."
Anchang corrected.
"I forced myself into Taoism as a mortal, and I paid a huge price for it. But it was all worth it. The art of magic is a Taoist skill that is even more incredible than alchemy and weapon refining."
He looked at Guan Ling's dead expression, stretched out his hand and touched his face,
"You won't understand."
As soon as he finished speaking, the palm that killed Guan Ling suddenly appeared like a shadow and gradually disappeared.
Anchang lowered his head and forced the compass into the bloody hole in Guan Ling's chest.
"Good brother, give me a helping hand at the end."
Anchang recited in a low voice, the compass turned, and Guan Ling's living body quickly withered and shrank.
In a matter of seconds, it turned into a mummy that seemed to have been dried.
Anchang struggled to pull out the divination compass from the blood hole and took a few breaths.
Caressing the more colorful compass, and looking at the unrecognizable Guan Ling, Anchang sighed, "I have deduced everything, but I still don't know where your picture of all evils came from."
"By the way, we haven't found out the news about the evil evil yet."
Anchang shook his head, "In the final analysis, my skills in fortune-telling and Taoism are still too shallow."
"Don't belittle yourself."
"Your appearance has exceeded my expectations."
Behind him, a voice sounded softly.
Anchang froze, suddenly turned around and looked back, and saw a young man in yellow shirt walking around the corner of the stone house holding an umbrella.
The compass in his palm immediately began to rotate, and realizations flashed through his mind.
A look of surprise and horror appeared on his face.
"It turns out you were behind it..."
"Shh."
The boy in yellow shirt put a finger in front of his lips, and the delicate bamboo umbrella suddenly melted.
Wow——
The sound of the bamboo forest being blown by the wind.
Donglong——
A heavy sound spread.
Anchang looked dull, and behind him stood a strange demon whose body was made of bamboo.
The young man in yellow shirt is all smiles,
"The high-grade blood food should satisfy your appetite, Bamboo Demon."
Spiritual weapon.
This was the last thought that flashed through Anchang's mind.
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Chen Qingyan was covered in wind and sand.
Looking at the huge scroll hanging upside down in the distance, I felt a thump in my heart.
"Am I too late?"
He felt a little anxious.
After waiting and watching for a while, he immediately ran quickly.
When he walked into the deserted town and climbed onto the roof, what he saw made his eyes shrink.
The spacious streets of the deserted town were filled with a group of wild people fighting each other crazily with sickles, kitchen knives, chains and stones.
No matter men, women, old or young, all of them look hateful.
Sibling dance.
Weird shape.
Without exception, they all lost their minds.
He stared at the huge picture scroll above his head, and the hot current in his Dantian spread throughout his body, blocking out the whispers that were trying to pour into his ears. He looked at the center of the street again, where the mysterious figure was floating and wrapped in wisps of gray and black air. He felt the depth of his soul. There are traces of a feeling of disgust and cruelty growing everywhere.
Apart from this, he didn't see a single Lingu disciple.
All ten of those people disappeared.
"Hidden?"
Chen Qingyan guessed.
No rash actions were taken.
As he expected, the mysterious man covered in gray and black aura was probably the host of the evil spirit.
It has been intensified at this time, and will completely reveal itself once everyone in the town is dead.
"To sacrifice a whole town, you are really going to do whatever it takes." Chen Qingyan murmured, without thinking about it, he crossed his legs and practiced his kung fu, leaning against the hidden corner of the roof to resist the murmurs and evil thoughts in his heart.
Time passed little by little.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the street.
Chen Qingyan opened his eyes and lay on the roof to watch.
I saw a man dragging a blood-red shadow, brandishing a spear, and burst out of a stone house.
In front of him, a man and a woman were running away in confusion.
"Zang Rongrong, why don't you take action?"
The woman running away in front shouted loudly, but there was no response.
"In that case, don't blame me."
Jiang Caizhu gritted her teeth, took out a fiery red hairpin from her clothes, and broke it violently.
Katsa.
"Ah, you bitch."
Not far away, a beautiful woman hiding in the ruins flew up, landed and fled in a hurry. Behind her, there was a human skin.
"Why didn't it work?"
Jiang Caizhu was also surprised.
Turning around suddenly, he saw the long-bearded man's eyes dodge. He immediately realized something and cursed loudly.
The bearded man did not dare to respond.
The two of them were still being chased by the bearded man, running around.
Zang Rongrong was entangled in the human skin and could not escape.
Chen Qingyan looked strange.
What's going on with this group of people? They're all dog-eat-dog.
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