Chapter 285: The Acting Hurricane Faceless, Unexpected Visitors
The little devil Buddha was seriously injured. He had just nursed himself for a while and recovered a little. At this moment, his eyes were red, half of his face was filled with hatred, and the other half was furious. He looked like an irrational demon who wanted to behead his enemy and use it as a wine glass.
Previously, when he accidentally peeked into the wedding dress, he stabbed his eyes, but he was only temporarily blinded. It is not difficult to recover.
However, using the Buddha's bones to become a demon is an almost irreversible process. It is easy to use a Buddha to become a demon, but it is difficult to use a demon to become a Buddha.
From now on, the path I will take will be completely different, my character will also change, and all my past plans will disappear.
Withered Blood Dao Ji's realm has fallen. Even if she practices the method, it will not have a great impact on whether it is her own body. However, with the method of corpse dismemberment and body retrieval, even if she practices a special method, the number of times she can be reborn is limited.
And every time, not only does one's realm fall, but one's own potential is consumed, making the road ahead more difficult.
Ding Dong's blood was sacrificed to flesh and blood. All the flesh and blood around the heart, which was second only to the heart's blood, disappeared. Not only was it extremely difficult to derive flesh and blood, but there was also an inexplicable huge flaw.
Ding Sanmou has entered the age category, and has lost three hundred years of life out of thin air. If he wants to make up for it, he only has some heavenly materials and earthly treasures, or life-extending pills refined from heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
But without three hundred years of life, his blood, his vitality, and even his true energy will be like ordinary old people, falling into the state of old age and physical weakness, and his strength will also drop a little. What's more, he may become
Got lower.
And Duan Changkong lost a stand-in statue. No matter who holds this kind of treasure, it can be regarded as an extra life.
Especially the stand-in idols can be prevented, as well as some vicious curses that are unpredictable, difficult to detect, and difficult to protect against.
Such treasures are extremely rare even among the Li people. Only the strong ones who can count them on their fingers have the ability to make them.
A group of people, each of whom has suffered heavy losses, how can one not hate them.
Qin Yang just pointed out his guess.
Ding Dong and Ding Sanmu only confirmed that they had not seen what their fellow disciples were thinking. They only saw the corpse, and they treated the corpse as a faceless man without hesitation.
The reason is here.
Even if the guess is wrong, the worst result is just to destroy the body of a fellow disciple.
But if it is right, then there will be revenge, and there will be resentment.
Right or wrong, everyone's lives are at stake at this moment.
A group of guys who were fighting to the death just now are probably all on guard against each other even now.
At this moment, they just made eye contact and immediately took action simultaneously with a tacit understanding.
Ding Dong and Ding looked at each other with three eyes, holding soul lamps in their hands. Under the halo of light, they staggered and turned into a circular dirt road around the coffin. As long as they step on the dirt road, they will be trapped in an infinite loop without breaking.
There is no way to escape the secret method.
Withered Blood Dao Ji put her hands on the ground, and blood flowed from her seven orifices, flowing down her cheeks, into her arms, and into the earth. In an instant, the earth under the coffin seemed to be infected with blood, and the pungent smell of blood was escaping.
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Bloody hands that looked like they had been skinned stretched out from under the earth and lifted the coffin. Many claws even penetrated into the coffin and tore the coffin into pieces.
"boom!"
The coffin exploded into pieces, and the corpse inside was held by bloody hands without any movement.
Everyone was a little confused. Could it be that they guessed wrong?
Qin Yang was also a little puzzled. If he wasn't a faceless man, wouldn't it mean that this person was really not dead?
Could it be that he, like that bastard Zhang Zhengyi, possesses some magical powers?
It shouldn't be, this magical power shouldn't be so easy to obtain.
Zhang Zhengyi later told the truth that he didn't even know how he learned it. It was only after he died once that he discovered that he could consume his lifespan and come back to life.
Does this guy named Ding Hui really know a similar technique?
Then why is he still acting like this at such an old age?
Everyone was confused, but withered blood Daoji, an unstable guy, didn't care whether it was true or false.
The withered-blood Daoji's eyes boiled with ferocity, her face was ferocious, and she shouted in a low voice.
The bloody hands that grabbed the corpse suddenly exerted force, trying to tear the corpse into pieces.
If it's a faceless person, you can detect it.
But if not?
She never considered the consequences of tearing a body into pieces.
However, when the bloody hands exerted force, like five horses dismembering a corpse, they wanted to tear the corpse into pieces.
However, they saw that the limbs of the corpse were intact, except for the bloody hand that grabbed the hair of the corpse. With a hiss, most of the hair on the top of the corpse's head was forcefully pulled off.
The place where the hair was lost was not as bloody as expected.
There was only bright light, no hair roots could be seen, and even some spotless scalp...
Seeing this scene, everyone was startled.
Was it really a wrong guess?
Or maybe this Ding Hui had practiced physical cultivation before his death?
"He had minored in physical training before his death..." Ding Sanmou sighed.
The poor guy was forcibly turned bald even after he died...
It’s useless for everyone not to believe this situation...
Ding Dong frowned slightly and looked at the Withered Blood Dao Ji with a slightly unkind look...
However, at the moment when Ding Dong was distracted.
But the corpse suddenly opened its eyes, and an ominous aura erupted around it. There was a deathly aura in the coldness, as if a storm had suddenly risen, turning into thousands of sharp blades, exploding in all directions.
Most of the bloody hands that restrained the corpse shattered in an instant, and the corpse stood up straight. Ding Sanmou and Ding Dong were also struck by thousands of sharp knives, and had to activate their magic weapons to protect themselves.
But if they make a move, the original secret method will be destroyed.
At this moment, a vibrant wooden sword hung in the sky above the coffin. After the divine light escaped, it slashed in the air. As far as the eye could see, the space around the coffin seemed to be twisted and divided by faults.
Come.
Thousands of sharp blades invisible to the naked eye rushed past, but as if they had hit a solid wall, they all disappeared, and I don't know where they went.
The corpse looked up at the sky, its body was like a firecracker, it jumped up, and the bloody hands that grabbed his legs exploded and turned into powder.
"My demon has mercy!" the little demon Buddha shouted, clasping his hands together.
I saw a Buddha with a black body, a ferocious face, and even some missing limbs. He suddenly appeared and shot out with a palm in the air.
The divine light turned into a huge canopy that covered the sky, pressing on the head of the dead body.
"boom!"
The palm of the hand shattered, and the incomplete phantom of the Divine Light Buddha shattered again. The little demon Buddha let out a muffled groan and fell to the ground. Most of his breath was weakened in an instant. The injury just now was not healed, but now he has been injured...
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The dead body soared into the sky, but before it hit the ground, his face slowly disintegrated and disappeared. His face was flat and his facial features were gone. The remaining hair on his head also fell off and disappeared...
It looks extremely weird.
"If he escapes, we will have no choice but to give up exploring this place." Duan Changkong shouted in a deep voice, controlled the wooden sword again, and slashed out in the air.
No need for him to say it, everyone knows it in their hearts.
After the faceless man returned to his original state, his aura leaked out, and his strength was indeed not weak.
But at this moment, no one dares to let him escape, so they can only work together. No matter what the final result is, whoever will fall, the faceless man will definitely die.
The faceless man fell down, stretched out his palm, and shook the sky with a single strike.
Half of the palm of his right hand was suddenly cut off as if cut by a sharp blade. The cut was smooth, but not a drop of blood spilled.
The faceless man twisted his body, his head and feet, but as if he was stepping in the air, he ran wildly and escaped from the encirclement.
However, just where he landed, he saw Qin Yang standing there, looking up at him and grinning at him.
The faceless man stretched out his left hand and took a photo in the air.
As the heavy pressure fell, Qin Yang's waist dwindled, and he felt as if he was carrying a huge mountain on his back, and the bones all over his body were making cracking sounds.
Qin Yang hunched over and sighed secretly.
This guy may really not notice anything unusual about the wedding dress...
In the distance, the Little Demon Buddha could clearly sense Qin Yang bending down as if he was bowing, while the faceless man descended from the sky and took a shot with one palm...
The first thing to be photographed is the wedding dress.
For a moment, the expression on Little Devil Buddha's face was quite subtle.
Such shameless people actually do this again!
Fortunately, this lost strong man has long since lost consciousness.
If one day she wakes up and remembers what happened before, she will slap this shameless person to death!
It would be even better if he wakes up when he is being used.
As soon as he thought about this, the ferocious expression of the little devil Buddha became a little calmer.
What's the point of competing with Qin Yang, what's the point of arguing over the length of time? Let him be rampant for a while, and then look at him again after a while.
There will be a tragic day when he dies.
The faceless man was about to be attacked, and the little devil's demeanor became more and more peaceful.
I even feel that the situation where the anger and demonic thoughts continued to arise after becoming a demon has improved somewhat...
Here, one of the faceless man's hands did not fall on the wedding dress after all.
It seems that she has exceeded a certain threshold and has been quietly being a lady, without even the slightest breath leaking out of her wedding dress.
Suddenly he raised his hand and waved his sleeve gently.
The large sleeves embroidered with vermilion and gold were simply fluttered up as if blown by a strong wind...
Throw it on the faceless man's arm.
"Click..."
The faceless man's left arm exploded and turned into powder!
The big sleeves continued unabated and gently swept onto the faceless man's chest.
Time seems to be frozen.
The faceless man's chest collapsed on the spot, and after a brief pause, his body suddenly disappeared in front of everyone.
The next moment, I saw a muffled sound coming from a high wall three miles away.
The faceless man is like a mural, inlaid on the wall, his limbs are twisted into weird shapes, and there are cracks like spider webs around him, densely scattered.
When everyone saw it, it was obvious that all the bones in the faceless man's body were shattered into pieces.
Drops of cold sweat fell, and everyone looked horrified.
At this moment, inexplicably, everyone felt empathy for the Little Demon Buddha.
The little devil would rather be seriously injured than touch the wedding dress. It is simply not too wise.
Qin Yang is now a hedgehog, carrying a humanoid killer weapon that can passively fight back. Whoever touches it will die!
"Is he dead?" Duan Changkong swallowed and fell to the ground with a drop of cold sweat on his temples.
"This place is the Taoist palace of a titled Taoist Lord. It is integrated and can be compared to a treasure. With our strength, it is extremely difficult to leave even a trace here..." Before Little Demon Buddha could finish his words, everyone understood.
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The faceless man was mounted on the wall, and even the wall was on the verge of collapse.
But they couldn't even leave a white mark on the wall.
If the Faceless Men don't die like this, then there's nothing they can do about it.
"Let's go and have a look." Qin Yang stepped out and walked over there.
For some reason, my hands were itchy. Looking at the faceless man, I felt inexplicably better.
Qin Yang's heart skipped a beat, am I a pervert?
Do you find it pleasing to the eye when you see a dead body?
He closed his eyes for a moment, opened them again, and looked at the faceless man again.
Sure enough, it's all an illusion.
The Faceless Man still looks disgusting and really ugly.
Along the way, the faceless people were silent, but Qin Yang did not let down his guard.
This guy has a criminal record, and his acting skills at pretending to be dead are even better than pretending to be alive.
But before Qin Yang could get closer, he suddenly heard a sound...
"Buzz..."
As the voice fell, two bloody crescent moons appeared in mid-air.
The headless Blood Moon Deadpool appeared out of thin air beside the wall. He grabbed the faceless man's shoulder with one hand and broke all the bones in his body like a noodle. The faceless man, who did not know whether he was alive or dead, was torn from the wall.
Come down...
Blood Moon Deadpool faced Qin Yang, paused for a moment, swayed, and disappeared in an instant.
The two bloody crescent moons that appeared in mid-air also disappeared.
Qin Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he clearly felt that Blood Moon Deadpool just glanced at him...
No, it’s not that. I just took a look at the wedding dress and it’s not quite right...
Why is Blood Moon Deadpool here?
What does he mean?
Is he saving the Faceless Man? Is the Faceless Man completely dead?
Are the faceless men also the guards guarding the tomb?
Where had he been before? Could it be that instead of stopping everyone, he went to find his own head and put it around his neck?
A series of questions suddenly appeared in my mind.
Others were also shocked by the sudden changes.
"Why did Blood Moon Deadpool appear here?" Duan Changkong exclaimed, his face full of surprise.
Qin Yang turned around and looked at the others. Everyone seemed surprised.
"Brother Xie Pants, what happened before?" Qin Yang frowned, his head turning into a mess.
Blood Moon Deadpool was obviously saving the Faceless Man, which meant that the Faceless Man most likely didn't die.
It’s not for the faceless man’s head, right?
From the moment I entered here, it was completely different from what I expected.
Bald ancestor, wedding dress, faceless man...
These are all unexpected.
And now, the only one who has not jumped out of expectations is the Blood Moon Deadpool guarding the entrance to the mausoleum.
Logically speaking, it is absolutely impossible to enter here.
Why did he appear here?
Why?
Qin Yang looked up at the depths of the Dao Palace, looking at the shadows there.
I always feel that there may be something unexpected there.
I'm afraid it won't be easy to shake hands with Mr. Zanghai Dao.