Shen Changqing turned around and looked at Zhang Long, who was holding a long knife and looking horrified, with a look of regret on his face.
"Zhang Captou, you are too impatient!"
He originally planned to play with the weird monsters in the illusion, but Zhang Long's attack directly caused him to retreat from the illusion.
This is also something that can't be helped.
The monsters who cast the illusion are not strong. If there is no interference from outsiders, it will still take some time for Shen Changqing to break the illusion.
There may be external interference.
The illusion will be broken directly.
"How is it possible? How could you not have anything wrong with you?" Zhang Long exclaimed in disbelief. He knew exactly how powerful his sword was.
Even if you are a master of Tongmai realm.
Under the premise of being unprepared, there is absolutely no possibility of surviving if he is stabbed by himself.
Not to mention.
The location he cut was the neck and other fatal places.
only--
What Zhang Long never expected was that Shen Changqing would be one of the Thirteen Taibao who would practice Kung Fu to perfection, no, not just perfect, but break through to an unprecedented fifteenth level.
On the 15th floor, the 13th Taibao practiced Kung Fu.
Not to mention invulnerable to water and fire, but it is also invulnerable.
With a body-forging realm warrior, even if Shen Changqing stood there and let him chop him, there would be no problem except for his eyes and other vital parts.
"I told you, you are too impatient."
Shen Changqing shook his head and walked slowly towards Zhang Long.
An invisible oppression made Zhang Long retreat step by step.
Suddenly.
He slashed out with his sword in the air, and the sharp sword light was attached to the pure Yang energy. With lightning speed, he cut off Zhang Long's arm holding the sword, and the hot breath even burned the wound.
"ah--"
The severe pain made Zhang Long scream, and his face instantly turned pale.
Just when Shen Changqing took the second step, the illusion around him changed in vain, and he returned to the courtyard again.
The appearance of those dark figures could already be seen clearly, and they were clearly short children.
But the difference was that those children's faces were as pale as corpses, their lips were black and blue, and some places were rotten to the point of maggots, and the smell of rotting stench hit their faces.
"roll!"
Shen Changqing shouted angrily, and the pure Yang Qi exploded in vain.
Eight layers of pure Yang Qi, combined with the Seven Killing Sword Techniques, were used to tear apart the people in front of him in an instant.
The body is torn apart.
A scream that didn't sound like a human voice sounded, and several children dispersed like black mist.
The next moment.
The scene disappears.
The severed arm holding the knife was still on the ground, but Zhang Long was nowhere to be seen.
Looking at the blood stains on the ground, Shen Changqing's face turned cold and he stalked after him.
In a deserted village.
Zhang Long was covering his broken arm and was stumbling away. He looked behind him from time to time, and there was still a trace of panic on his face.
Until now.
He couldn't believe that he would fall to this level.
"impossible--"
"I obviously put poison on the cake. According to the time, it should be when the poison takes effect. Why can he still show such strength!"
Zhang Long couldn't believe it.
In order to calculate the time on time and ensure nothing went wrong, he did not take action immediately when Shen Changqing fell into the illusion. Instead, he silently waited for the time for the poison to be released before daring to kill someone.
Rao is so.
I still failed.
and--
It was a real miss.
Cutting off his own arm with a knife, leaving him no time to react. Such strength is definitely not comparable to that of Tongmai.
at this time.
There was a biting wind blowing behind me.
With many years of practical combat experience, Zhang Long pounced to the left. At the same time, he saw the hot sword energy slashing on the ground, leaving deep and shallow marks.
Shen Changqing approached with a knife.
Looking at Zhang Long lying on the ground with little energy left, murderous intent arose in his heart.
"Why?"
He doesn't understand.
Why did Zhang Long want to harm himself?
After arriving in Lin'an City, Shen Changqing understood many things, but he just didn't understand Zhang Long's purpose in attacking him.
"If I tell you, can you let me live?"
Zhang Long was breathing heavily, his eyes revealing the desire for life.
Shen Changqing pondered for a moment: "If you tell me and abandon your martial arts, I can let you live."
"good!"
——
Shen Changqing was still standing there, with blood stains on the unsheathed sword, and the body of Zhang Long who fell to the ground was also separated.
He broke his promise.
Telling the truth in Zhang Long means the end of life.
In fact, back in Lin'an City, Zhao Fang said that when all the villagers were transferred out, Shen Changqing didn't notice anything wrong.
But behind.
He found that the atmosphere in Lin'an City was different, and then he became aware of the problems.
Quiet!
Peaceful!
It doesn't look like something evil has appeared at all.
For ordinary people, the appearance of evil spirits should be frightening, but the people in Lin'an City were not.
Obvious.
The evil news did not spread.
This matter is already inconsistent with what Zhao Fang and Zhang Long said.
and.
Zhang Long gave him the pastry today. When he took the first bite, he discovered that there was something wrong with the pastry.
Unfortunately, although the poison of the pastry is not weak, it cannot compete with its own pure yang energy.
In front of the eighth level of pure Yang Qi.
The poison of the pastry was resolved quietly.
Various reasons.
Shen Changqing was basically certain that the evil spirits in Lin'an City were definitely not just evil spirits. Zhao Fang and Zhang Long both had problems, but he just couldn't figure out what the purpose of Zhao Fang and Zhang Long was.
It wasn't until Zhang Long confessed that he truly understood.
"The people in the village have long since died, all perished in the hands of evil spirits, but Lin'an City just lied about how many people were dead and passed the news on in order to attract the people from the Demon Suppression Division.
For a monster that is judged to be barely at the ghost level, the Demon Suppressor Department will definitely not send a demon slayer who is too powerful.
The most likely possibility is to send a trainee demon slayer over and issue it as an assessment task."
"A few trainee demon slayers, even if they are in the realm of channeling, are definitely not too strong!"
"A powerful ghost-level monster, after devouring several masters of the Tongmai realm, will most likely transform into a resentment level——"
This is Zhang Long's purpose.
Quietly, a resentful level monster was cultivated.
After all, if a resentment-level monster is cultivated normally, it will definitely need to devour a lot of flesh and blood, which cannot be satisfied by the people of one or two villages.
That's when that time comes.
If too many people die, it will definitely attract the attention of the Demon Suppressor.
Once a strong man from the Demon Suppressing Division sets his sights on Lin'an City, he is afraid that the ghost-level monster will be killed in the hands of the Demon Suppressing Division without being promoted.
therefore.
The only way is to use high-quality blood essence and blood to support that ghost-level monster so that it can be successfully promoted before the Demon Suppressor is fully aware of the problem.
