Just when I was confused and confused, the answer quickly appeared in front of me. It was a guy who actually 'doesn't exist'.

It means that it does not exist, which means that this guy has no real body. The so-called earthquake tremors are just a psychological illusion caused by its too strong soul power.

It's not a ghost king, let alone a ghost emperor. The person who comes is the soul of an unknown monster.

I stared at the monster carefully, and I always felt that it was like the monster that people described as having existed in the Yellow River, but I had never seen it with my own eyes, and I couldn't tell.

The monster's soul floated to the platform along with the tremors of the earth. There was no communication between it and the god. It just stared greedily at the corpses of the green-robed men who had fallen to the ground.

As if there was a tacit agreement, it turned into a strong wind. When the wind stopped, no more, no less, exactly twenty corpses turned into complete mummies. In other words, all the remaining soul fragments, soul power, and vitality were all

Being sucked away by this monster.

This scene is actually very simple to describe, but in fact it is extremely terrifying.

When I was a child, I often heard such legends about ghosts eating people. Later, when I became a Taoist priest, I realized that this was completely ridiculous. Ghosts are ethereal and nihilistic existences, so how could they eat people?

At that time, I felt that my horizons were already very high, as if I had seen through the world and understood everything. But later I experienced a lot, and I also realized that the saying that ghosts can eat people is true, but the kind of ghosts that 'eat people'

, are relatively high-level ghosts that can devour human souls. Any ancient legend is not groundless.

But today, I have gained a lot of experience. I have never seen a being that can swallow up the remaining vitality of a corpse that is not completely dead.

This kind of discovery made me feel horrified from the bottom of my heart. What exactly was Guidawan? I couldn't help but think about it again.

During this process, Master did not say a word from beginning to end, but his face was gloomy, as if it was about to rain. But this was far from the end. As the drums continued to beat, three or five more people came to the platform.

I don't even know who this guy exists.

There was a living monster, all wet, as if it had just climbed out of the water, and it looked even more grotesque than the boat-protecting beast.

There are also pure spirits like the soul of the monster that appeared at the beginning, and one of them is even a human spirit. However, judging from the traces of black energy wrapped around it, it is clearly a ghost that has caused countless murders!

At that moment, I even thought of Yu Cuizi.

Yes, this fierce ghost is no less present than Yu Cuizi, or in other words, slightly inferior, because after all, it is not as strong as the Kunlun Remnant Soul.

But no matter what, the gathering of these guys has made people breathless. I even subconsciously began to measure my ability. Can I defeat one of these guys? If so, what will Master and the others do?

Even so, the life-threatening drum beat did not stop. Gradually, I heard the noisy voice. The voice was so familiar that it made me feel chilled from the bottom of my heart, because they had once shown me the most dangerous thing in the world.

It was a cruel scene. If I guessed correctly, the person coming should be—the gray-eyed man.

Just like bad premonitions often come true, at that moment when the drumming finally stopped, the platform was indeed filled with densely packed gray-eyed people, probably hundreds of them.

Short, ferocious, cold, and bloodthirsty, they stood there, like a collection of all extreme words, which made people breathless just looking at them. Among these hundreds of gray-eyed people, there were more than a dozen who were treated like that.

When the bed made of simple branches is lifted up, it looks like a high-altitude being.

From them, I felt a strong soul fluctuation. These must be the supreme beings among the gray-eyed people - the great witches.

I didn't expect that only a few hundred gray-eyed people were summoned. The probability of the existence of a great witch was so high. It can be seen that the people summoned by God must be the most powerful tribe of gray-eyed people.

Cold sweat broke out on my palms, and I stared at these guys closely. The difference was that these guys didn't care about us at all. They were more interested in the corpses of the men in green robes, and they were carving up those corpses like wolves and tigers.

Corpse.

I once again saw the cruelty performed by the gray-eyed people. Even the mummies that had been sucked dry by those spirits were not spared. They devoured them alive in the most greedy and cruel way. My stomach kept tightening. I wanted to

Vomiting, I even bent over and subconsciously covered my stomach.

When I was feeling so uncomfortable, a sound of "laughing" came from the platform. This sound seemed so arrogant. Among a group of monsters like wolves and tigers, and in such a tense confrontation, I could laugh calmly,

If it's not arrogance, what is it?

The laughter was naturally made by Lin Xiaohua. In the midst of the blood and cruelty caused by the gray-eyed people, she was so nonchalant. She put her index finger in her mouth and bit her nails nonchalantly, looking at me and letting out a chuckle.

I didn't understand what she was laughing at, but I saw the shape of her mouth and silently uttered three words to me: "Coward."

But I didn't have time to argue with her, because the next moment, Uncle Hui, who had been sitting next to me with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. The clothes on his body were torn, but he looked so majestic the moment he stood up.

.

"Uh, I think it's almost time. Xiao Laoba, do you want to fight with Uh?" Uncle Hui's voice was low at this moment, like a low drum beating in his chest.

"Yeah." The man named Xiao Laoba simply responded.

And that Xiao Laoba is the sturdy man who just carried me out of the pile of corpses. Is he also a person who is good at hand-to-hand combat? I don't know.

"Chengyi, I have passed on the secret technique to them, but it is not a complete version. Please hurry up and explain the key points again." The master's voice was a little lazy, but his tone was very serious. It felt like the master's disciple

It was a very easy thing for the secret that had not been passed on to be spread like this.

But I really don't care about this. Master is my father. Whatever he says, I will do.

What really shocked me was that in that mysterious space, how could my master know an incomplete version of the secret technique passed down to me by my master?

Although I was confused, Master was unwilling to explain, so I didn’t ask any more questions. Instead, I walked forward and began to explain in a low voice that this secret technique was actually not too difficult to teach. After all, all kinds of things depend on the individual.

foundation and understanding.

What's more, standing in front of me are two elders who have also practiced incomplete secret techniques before!

So the time between Q&A is only five minutes!

But in these five minutes, all the people in green robes on this platform died, and the corpses were also divided into a clean mess on the ground. The broken bones were filled with strong bloody smell in the air, making the place full of life.

It became a hell on earth.

Those guys are still 'devouring' greedily, but those who have already eaten have already stared at us with cold and cruel eyes.

"Old Chen, here's some medicine." After I finished explaining, Uncle Hui suddenly stretched out his hand and said to Uncle Chen.

Uncle Chen smiled bitterly and took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and poured out two bright red pills. I recognized these pills. They are the pills with the strongest effect and the most severe sequelae. Didn't Master say that there were only three pills left?

?Why does Mr. Chen still have it here? Just like I don’t understand, where did Mr. Chen get the ginseng essence?

"It's not good to take too much of this stuff." Uncle Chen couldn't help but murmured when he handed the pills out.

Uncle Hui simply threw one to Xiao Laoba and said: "Do I still know? But, Lao Chen, when we have reached this stage, will we still care about this? He no longer cares about anything.

All I care about is happiness and some cares that I can’t let go of.”

When he is serious, Uncle Hui will speak standard Mandarin, but for some reason, these words sound inexplicably sad to me.

But Uncle Hui didn't give me a chance to feel sad, and threw the pill into my mouth like a jelly bean.

There was a 'bang', an inexplicable thunder on the ground, and behind me came Uncle Wang's almost maniacal laughter.
Chapter completed!