A thick, fishy smell hit his nostrils, and there were still several deep cuts and cuts on the dark, dry blood clots all over the floor.
The cold wind howled and a strange fog loomed.
The pots and pans in the kitchen all exude a strong rancid smell...
Chen Heng looked around and saw several turbid yellow curtains that stretched to the floor, dividing the cramped kitchen into separate areas.
The sound of him breaking into the door caused several people behind the curtain to tremble and look over. One of them was Yu Wansi, who had lost both arms.
"Junior brother?"
When Yu Wanci saw his features, she almost cried with joy, and her voice suddenly became sharp:
"It's done! It's done! You are indeed done! Are those ghosts dead?"
"Senior sister, I have been waiting for a long time, and now I have nothing to do."
Chen Heng wiped his hands, and then broke the ropes on her body through the air, and then followed the same pattern, untying the ropes on several monks in the sect.
These people were originally reserved as "martial arts" at the wedding banquet, that is, they were specially used for Miss Yue to eat them alive to get a taste of fresh flesh and blood.
That's why I was fed until now, and my life has been saved for the time being.
Now I finally escaped with my life. With mixed feelings, apart from bowing to thank Chen Heng, I just covered my face with my sleeves and cried at each other.
All of a sudden.
The howling shook the sky, and the mournful sound lasted for a long time.
Yu Wanxi couldn't help herself when she recalled the past, but after shedding a few tears, she forced herself to suppress the grief in her heart and regain her composure.
At this time, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark shadow squirming and struggling in the curtain on the far left.
Thinking of the identity of the dark shadow and the grudge between him and Chen Hengping.
And after the "Floating Jade Mirage Bead" on Chen Heng's hand that originally belonged to Yan Jia...
Yu Wansi suddenly understood, and there was a hint of understanding in her eyes.
She persuaded her companions who had no idea what was going on and were still hugging each other and crying out of the door. She also remained silent and withdrew with a calm face.
There was a "pop" sound.
The oil lamp on the stove in the corner burst into flames!
In this deep silence, it seems particularly harsh, and there is a different kind of frightening...
"You came to kill me after all? The thing I regret most in my life is that when I saw you for the first time three years ago, I suppressed my murderous intention..."
Inside the curtain on the far left.
The black shadow coughed twice, smiled miserably and said:
"Those things you own should be mine! You robbed everything from me, Chen Heng, you are a thief! You deserve death!"
"It turns out that there are still people vying for it, and they also want to be seen in person?"
Chen Heng raised his eyes lightly, walked over and said:
"Yan Ping, the world is really big, how surprising is it?"
Look down.
Inside the curtain, there was only a "human stick" that was struggling and squirming. His limbs were all severed, and the wounds were so miserable that it was shocking.
Yan Ping raised his head, stared at Chen Heng, and said with an angry smile:
"Don't you still feel humiliated? How lucky you are to be able to be Zhen'er's face and to be able to live with her day and night! These should all be mine! You have robbed my things, but you still dare to talk so shamelessly here?
Damn you! Damn you! Damn you!!!”
That face that was originally handsome now looked more ferocious, like an evil ghost.
Chen Heng came here with the intention of taking his life and eradicating the roots. Naturally, he was too lazy to talk to him. He raised his hand, and a layer of white light appeared between his palms.
"Wait, before you kill me, I have one more thing to say!"
When Yan Ping saw this, he quickly shouted: "Listen to what I have to say, it's not too late for you to kill me again!"
"I just thought of begging for mercy now, I'm afraid it's too late. To this day, do you still want to bring out Yan Feichen to suppress me?"
Chen Heng smiled.
"Uncle of the Fourteenth Clan, Yan Feichen..."
Yan Ping said coldly: "Didn't he tell you when he made peace with you?"
Chen Heng didn't say anything, his face was calm.
Yan Ping shook his head mockingly:
"It seems that there is no more? How funny! Let me tell you! The pill that your widowed mother took back then was changed. It was Yan Feichen who asked me to change it halfway. Do you understand!
The elixir that Zhen'er asked for for you is truly capable of replenishing the essence! It can extend the life of an old mortal woman like your widowed mother!
She treats you sincerely! It was me, Yan Feichen and I who killed your widowed mother, do you understand?!"
In the final analysis.
The deepest knot between my predecessor and Yan Zhen was the death of my predecessor's widowed mother because of taking elixirs.
All the discord between the two people cannot deviate from this.
"Think about how Zhen'er treats you. She loves you so much! If she really just wants your skin, how can you still keep Yuanyang till now?
Even if it is due to her practicing Xuan Gong, do you dare to say that there is no trace of her sincerity in it?"
Yan Ping laughed wildly, as if he were crazy:
"Did Zhen'er tell you more than once? She said she didn't give you the poison elixir, she gave you the real elixir! The elixir was secretly changed, but that's not right!"
Chen Heng glanced at him, thought for a moment, nodded slightly, and said:
"indeed so."
"Hahahaha! That's it, that's it! It's just that you never believed her. You just thought that Zhen'er was teasing you on purpose and trying to touch your back! Are you still quarreling over this?"
Yan Ping's eyes were red, he almost burst into tears from laughter, and said:
"But now that this person has passed away and everything is too late, what will you do?"
The corners of his mouth grew wider and wider, and his smile became extremely comfortable and joyful. He stared at Chen Heng's face, hoping to see a hint of movement or trance from it.
But smile and smile.
Yan Ping's voice gradually became deeper.
Until the end there was no more sound...
After a long while, he spoke in a trembling voice:
"Why did you-"
"What will happen to me? Yan Ping, do you think I am a three-year-old child?"
Chen Heng shook his head, sighed slightly, and said:
"You think that such words can make me regret it, leave a gap in my heart, and delay my meritorious deeds.
When the inner demons arrive in the future, this empty space will become my death, right?"
When Yan Ping was told what was on his mind, his face suddenly stiffened, and he became angry and said: "You——"
"Death is like a lamp going out. In my eyes, whether that pill is real or fake is not as worrying as you think. As for Yan Zhen, let alone death...
Even if she is resurrected, what will happen?"
Chen Heng interrupted him, lowered his eyes and stared at Yan Ping's red and white complexion at the moment, and said in a calm voice:
"As long as she blocks my way, I will kill her myself without Xu Yan having to do anything for her!
Are you satisfied with this answer?"
Although these words were calm, they were as calm as a flat lake.
But there is an unbridled murderous intention inside!
It's like smashing everything in front of you!
A deep chill suddenly arose in Yan Ping's heart, followed by shame, anger, unwillingness, horror and sadness all came up at the same time! The reason why he has lingered in the human pen till now and has not ended his life is because he was sure that Chen Heng would never do it.
He would let himself go easily just to be able to say these words to him.
Now all his plans have come to nothing, making him feel like he is living like a joke!
After roaring loudly, he rushed towards Chen Heng like crazy!
Chen Heng shook his head and flicked his hand, and immediately the fetal breath flew out in the form of a white light. Yan Ping, who was about to die, was beaten to the point where his head exploded and he died on the spot.
Watching the headless corpse only trembled on the ground twice, then lost its breath and stopped moving.
Even the body was swept away by the Yin Qi, becoming stiff and black, cracking like charcoal, and completely dead.
Chen Heng slowly withdrew his gaze and walked out of the door.
Far away.
Yu Wancang and several Taoist priests from the Xuanzhen Sect were standing in the corridor, with their eyebrows lowered and lowered, silent, shivering due to the strong Yin Qi in the abyss.
Seeing that Chen Heng had finished his work, they all did not dare to neglect him and came forward to greet him one after another, bowing and bowing.
"It's just a small effort, you are all too polite."
Chen Heng looked at the miserable conditions of these Taoists who either had their legs broken or had no hands. They all looked depressed. He sighed and said:
"The yin energy in the abyss of the earth is very strong. I have prepared some yang pills with me. Please take them."
"Junior brother Chen, Yan Ping's matter is fair and reasonable. He was angry with you because he was infatuated with Yan Zhen. Even if he died, he couldn't blame others, as well as all the Yan family members, who also sought their own death.
"
The leader, Yu Wanci, was not in a hurry to speak up, but said solemnly:
"We must keep our mouth shut and never leak it. If we violate this, we will be destroyed by heaven and earth, and our souls will be wiped out!"
After he finished speaking, all the Taoist priests of the Xuanzhen Sect were busy swearing and swearing, all of them holding their breath and concentrating.
Chen Heng laughed when he saw this, with a calm expression.
Whether this matter is kept secret or not does not actually have much impact on him. Needless to say, the dangers of Diyuan are quite normal. It is normal for a few people to die, and Yan Feichen can't do anything about it.
Even if he wanted to hold him accountable, he would have to endure it in his heart because of the interests of his family.
After all, the tiger skin from Huashen Mansion is there. Although it has not yet been covered with his body, it is enough to make Yan Feichen worry about it.
"As for the yang elixir, this..."
Yu Wanxi pursed her lips, smiled bitterly after a long time, and said slowly:
"Junior Brother Chen, after discussion with a few others, we have just decided to abandon this dilapidated body and switch to the ghost path, but we no longer need any Yang-type pills."
Chen Heng was slightly surprised and said, "Have you guys thought about it?"
Yu Wansi said sadly: "With missing limbs and a decayed body, we are destined to have no way forward on the orthodox immortal path. Instead of being a useless person to save our lives in the future, we should take a risk and try our luck in the ghost path.
Isn’t it possible that there will be a new world?”
In the practice of orthodox immortality, the physical body and limbs have the reputation of "treasure rafts for crossing the world" and cannot be damaged easily, otherwise there will be no hope of the path.
Especially under the realm of golden elixir, this is even more obvious.
Not to mention that the limbs are destroyed, even if the limbs are innately damaged, they will also lose that vital "innate divine nature", which makes it extremely difficult to practice Taoism.
No matter how hard you work, you will only get a third-grade golden elixir at most, and your soul will be hopeless for the rest of your life.
If the severed hands and feet of Yu Wancang and others are still there and have not been corrupted and lost, it is impossible to say that they can be restored with precious medicine, the severed limbs can be reborn, and the "innate divine nature" can be slowly nurtured, and there is still a chance of enlightenment.
But their severed limbs were chewed alive by ghosts and turned into pools of blood long ago. How could they be restored?
At this time.
Yu Wanxi raised her head and took a deep look, and said: "Junior Brother Chen, even if we turn to the ghost path, we are still following the path of Jingxiu. We will never forget each other in our previous lives!"
Chen Heng nodded and said with a warm smile:
"The turbid yin in the earth's abyss is indeed a blessed place for ghosts to practice. Now that you have made up your mind, I won't give you any more advice. I just wish you a smooth journey and eternal blessings."
Yu Wansi and others thanked each other with their hands, looked at each other, then supported each other and walked into a house.
As soon as the door was closed, as several people began to use magic to transform, there was a strong wind and a rumble.
Within three feet of that house, cyclones were dancing wildly, shaking the eardrums, and the undercurrent was raging.
Chen Heng watched from the side with his hands behind his hands.
After half a stick of incense, a muffled sound erupted, and in the house where Yu Wanxi and the others were retreating, several vague ghostly shadows slowly flew out in the air.
Judging from their brows and facial features, they were clearly Yu Wanxi and others.
"Junior Brother Chen, I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. You are freed from the sea of suffering today, and you will be rewarded in the future!"
Yu Wanxi's voice was vague, as if coming through layers of curtains:
"All of our Qiankun bags have been confiscated by the ghosts, and they are only hidden in this mansion. Junior brother, please take them for yourself. It's up to us to show our concern!"
Say it.
She looked at the stiff and motionless body below with infinite nostalgia.
He covered his face with his hands and sighed, which instantly turned into a black smoke and rolled away.
After the other people paid their respects to Chen Heng, they all followed and left.
"Netherworld ghost way..."
Chen Heng's eyes flashed slightly.
And this time.
Song Rupu also brought nearly a thousand people in the crowd to the main hall. They were miserable and miserable. Looking around, everyone was covered in blood and flesh, which made people unbearable to look at them.
Chen Heng inquired about it, and found that except for a few six or seven monks who were still conscious, the rest were all stupid and stupid, which damaged their souls.
"Brother, there is no need to worry. The method created by our senior is very simple. It is just a sixteen-character formula! As long as you recite it orally, you will be able to sense it automatically."
Seeing that Chen Heng was speechless for a moment, Song Rupu quickly stepped forward and said with an apologetic smile:
"Let me leave these trivial matters to my younger brother, and don't bother my brother! Lou Fu has been summoned. He will be able to get here within five days. I have to trouble my brother to wait here."
"It's only five days. I can afford to wait. Please forgive me."
Chen Heng looked at the few monks who were still sane and said:
"If these senior brothers have somewhere else to go, they can just go there. If they want to stay here and wait for Loufu together, I won't do anything to save them."
Those people all bowed and saluted, and spoke their thanks repeatedly.
After scattering some small Baiyang Pills for emergencies.
Chen Heng called Song Rupu aside and asked how ghosts like Ziying could control the evil ghosts in the market at the entrance of the village.
Now I got Song Rupu’s explanation.
After pondering for a moment, he gave him some instructions.
Chen Hengcai went into a secluded room to meditate and regulate his breathing.
About two hours later.
He was full of energy and full of energy.
At this time.
Then he shouted loudly, flew up from the ground, and turned into a pure white light that flew across the sky in an instant.