Human beings are deceitful, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Chapter 120 119. The second piece of jade!
Ji Zimo opened his eyes wide, his expression dull.

"Ghost-faced man!?"

Ji Zimo was not the only one who was surprised.

Many demon cultivators and even monks beside the underground river were all shocked, staring at this ghost-like figure.

Fangcai.

Like a meteor, he crossed a distance of hundreds of meters at an exaggerated speed, breaking into their eyes arrogantly and forcefully.

Shui Ningyan's complexion changed slightly.

In the past few days, she had naturally heard of the ghost-faced man's fierce reputation, and knew how powerful this strange man was.

But why did this person suddenly attack them?
"Your Excellency, please stop!"

Shui Ningyan opened her mouth softly, her voice was cloyingly sweet.

"Is there any misunderstanding?"

"I don't remember that I have offended you."

Her pretty face was full of grievances that I felt pitiful for, and her attitude was very low.

The placket on the chest seemed to be opened unintentionally, and there was an amazing charm.

When the male cultivators by the underground river saw it, they looked away one after another, not daring to look any further.

They recognized that what this woman practiced was the evil kung fu of harvesting yang and nourishing yin.

A suit of charm is extremely extraordinary.

I don't know how many men have been squeezed dry by her, and when they died, they thought they were in the paradise of bliss.

The group of Qianshan Sect happened to be nearby.

After comparing silently, Dry Ice secretly gritted his teeth, a little unwilling: "This witch!"

But she couldn't help feeling worried.

"Ghost-masked man, shouldn't he be bewitched?"

The idea of ​​dry ice just came up.

boom! ! !
Like a cannonball, a black shadow came to Shui Ningyan in the blink of an eye, wrapped in terrifying vigor.

Just one hit!
The feminine figure of the woman flew upside down and hit a boulder behind her heavily.

Smoke is everywhere.

An Le said hoarsely: "There is no misunderstanding, I just came to find you."

There was no sound around, and everyone was as silent as a cicada.

"Ghost! Noodles! People!"

Then, the sound of Shui Ningyan gnashing her teeth came out.

"Don't think we're afraid of you!"

She slowly walked out of the smoke and dust, with no injuries on her body, only a little embarrassed.

It's just that at this moment, Shui Ningyan's beautiful eyes are no longer charming and full of resentment.

It was a femme fatale.

A look of greed flickered in her eyes.

'Such a beautiful body, if I can absorb the essence of this body, my cultivation will definitely be improved to a higher level! '

"Ghost-faced man, you will be my stepping stone!" '

Shui Ningyan is really not afraid of Anle.

She might not be an opponent by herself, but together with her companions, she is no match for Ji Zimo, who is comparable to the perfect foundation establishment.

Just a ghost-faced man...

boom!
Beside Shui Ningyan, the head of a demon cultivator exploded like a watermelon.

The red and white things splashed all over the place.

And what exploded it was a magic weapon that people had never seen before.

It is more than ten meters long, like a giant sword, or a long stick, and a strange smoke spreads around it.

The entire magic weapon is like an ancient dragon in a sea of ​​smoke.

"What is this?"

All the monks present were surprised.

In the past, when the ghost-faced man went to battle, he relied on his unreasonable blood and physical body.

But now this magic weapon...

The size alone is intimidating.

"Only ghost-faced men can control it, right?"

However, many demon cultivators are also not easy to mess with.

"No matter how strong he is, he is alone!"

Seeing the death of their companions, they showed no fear, acted decisively, and acted immediately.

Soon, several streaks of fishy light came over.

Or bloody, the breath is very strange.

Or there are many ghosts, lingering resentment, and the roar of the undead, like the so-called "Hundred Ghost Banner."

Or it carries a fishy and sweet aura, and everything it passes is dyed a green color, which is obviously a terrible poison.

It's all the means of magic cultivators.

It is conceivable how many lives they have killed during their practice.

"Good come!"

An Le laughed loudly, his blood surged, and his joints resounded like a dragon's chant.

Afterwards, he bullied himself and fought against the demon face to face.

******
Ji Zimo, who was in the crevice of the huge rock, stared at the situation in the field with complicated eyes.

"Why did he save me?"

If the ghost-masked man had only come to seek revenge from Moxiu, there was no need to kill the ghost baby just now.

"Could it be... he also wants to take my blood?"

Life in the magic gate made Ji Zimo mature prematurely.

It is difficult for him to trust others easily, let alone think that there will be good intentions for no reason in the world.

However, it is also true that the other party saved his life.

Not far away at this time.

Blood and smoke dance together.

The ghost shadow flew together with the air waves.

The gravel "Sachsuo" fell from the underground passage, and the ground trembled.

On the surface.

Under the siege of the demon cultivators, the ghost-faced man was at a disadvantage, as if suppressed by a series of powerful spells, it was difficult to fight back and unable to approach.

Seeing this scene, Ji Zimo couldn't help feeling a little worried.

"Even if it's a ghost-faced man, it may not be Shui Ningyan's opponent."

He was born in a magic family, so he is more aware of the difficulty of the enemy.

This group of demon cultivators are the elite of the demon sect.

In terms of the lethality of spells alone, it may not be as good as traditional monks, but various insidious and weird secret techniques emerge in endlessly.

"Ghost-masked man, I'm afraid more bad luck than good..."

******
Among the monks watching nearby, there are not a few people who have such thoughts.

The ghost face is not the only one with a strong reputation.

Soon they recognized that all these demon cultivators were murderers who killed countless people.

The aftermath of the spell made people shy away.

"It seems that the ghost-faced man is going to be planted here."

A Foundation Establishment from the Moving Mountain Sect sighed, with a slightly regretful tone.

Anyway, the ghost-faced men are all monks from their territory.

On weekdays, there is quite a bit of honor.

But that's all.

Dry Ice gritted her teeth lightly: "Senior brother, I..."

"no!"

Before she could speak, she was stopped by the people around her.

"Junior Sister Gan, don't be too willful."

"We are here for the pieces of the Jade Cauldron, there is no need to participate in this kind of battle."

The senior brother said seriously.

"Besides, the ghost-masked man may not be a good person if he hangs out with the Demon Sect."

Dry Ice wanted to speak again.

Suddenly, I heard hoarse laughter coming from the smoke.

"I have seen through all your spells!"

A demon cultivator with pale green beard and hair snorted coldly, and a piece of green spiritual power swayed away.

All the rocks and sand that came into contact with it were corroded into potholes.

This is a toxin that ordinary people will die when they touch it.

But this time, the ghost-masked man in front of him didn't run away, but walked into the range of the spirit poison without dodging.

"idiot!"

The poisonous cultivator had a smile on his face: "He actually asked for his own death."

But in the next second, his face changed drastically.

A puff of dark green and bright red mist sprayed from the ghost armor.

The two or three demon cultivators closest to him were immediately hit.

His whole body began to be corroded by toxins, and soon turned into a pool of rotten flesh.

"You! How is that possible?"

Even without personal contact, the poison cultivator can still feel that the toxicity in the smoke is stronger than what he released!

"Didn't I say it?"

An Le said with a sneer.

"I have seen through all your spells!"

The reason why he fell into a disadvantage just now was because he wanted to use the power of the demon cultivator to forge the ghost armor a little bit.

By the way, he was also a little hesitant, whether to show some abilities that he had never used before.

After all, the weirdness of those entries is not much better than Moxiu.

But after thinking about it, he didn't seem to be a decent character in the first place.

So let go of your hands and feet completely.

As soon as the words fell, bloody flames burned beside An Le.

Blood resentment flames!
This flame seemed to ignite the resentment accumulated in the underground river, and it seemed particularly vigorous.

Groups of blood flames surrounded him.

Rotate quietly.

The body was reflected more and more ferociously, and the split corner of the mouth looked terrifying.

It's like a... demon god who came out of hell!
As soon as An Le stretched out his hand, the flames engulfed several streaks of scarlet streamer.

Even the whistling ghost image melted away in an instant.

The spells used by other demon cultivators fell on him, like a mud cow falling into the sea, with no effect at all.

"Then, what is that flame?"

Shui Ningyan couldn't help being surprised.

"I don't know, but my Hundred Ghost Banner was destroyed!"

The magic weapon in the hands of a magic cultivator was completely scrapped if it was stained with a little blood flame.

he yelled in horror.

"Could it be that he has mastered our kung fu in that short period of time, and even...reached a higher level?"

"how can that be?"

Many demon cultivators find it ridiculous.

But beyond that, they couldn't find a more plausible explanation.

And at this time, a black shadow had already arrived in front of him!
Blood flames attached to Shen Long, sweeping towards him unstoppably.

Directly smash a person into two pieces.

Shui Ningyan was also terrified by this situation, she had no fighting spirit, and said in a hateful voice.

"We withdraw!"

******
The onlookers fell into a long silence again.

"Is he... so strong?"

someone muttered.

"With one man against so many demon cultivators, you still won?"

"Is there such a spell? It's completely unheard of!"

"He really has the ability to learn in battle? This is too incredible..."

in the crowd.

Dry ice stared at the warring parties from beginning to end.

After seeing blood flames all over An Le's body and blocking all the spells, her eyes lit up and she murmured.

"It's amazing...and... so cool..."

The ghost armor and blood flames shine together, giving it a strange beauty.

Gan Bing thinks of the frightening but righteous chivalrous man in the novel, even if people don't understand him, he still sticks to the morality in his heart.

"Ghost-faced man, should he be such a person?"

"I will understand you!"

The senior brother at the side sighed, distressed in his heart.

"This little junior sister is getting more and more worried."

******
not far away.

The shock in Ji Zimo's heart was like overwhelming the river.

"Blood resentment?"

"How could it be a flame of blood resentment?"

His knowledge is far wider than that of ordinary monks, so he recognized this kind of flame.

But the problem is, this is clearly an ability only possessed by Xie Chong!

"Could it be that...the ghost-faced man is not actually a living person, but just a wandering ghost?"

Before he figured it out.

The dark river around him suddenly began to become choppy.

The water became extremely turbulent.

In the river, the baby's skeleton was swept up by the current.

More and more dark red shadows appeared at the bottom of the river.

It looked like the dark river was dyed red.

An Le stopped, frowning.

He temporarily ignored the remaining fleeing demon cultivators and shouted loudly.

"Everyone, watch out for the leeches jumping out of the river!"

"They will control the monk's mind."

After saying this, An Le picked up Ji Zimo who was beside him, and headed towards the depths of the dark river.

******
Whoa- whoa-

Whoa whoa... whoa...

The sound of the water gradually became noisy, interspersed with disturbing crying.

After taking a few healing pills, Ji Zimo's condition improved a lot.

He couldn't help asking.

"Why did you save me?"

"smoothly."

An Le is concise.

Although the dark river still had a mutation.

But compared with the deduction, it is obviously much weaker.

He also wasn't sure if Ji Zimo's death would have any impact.

Simply bring it with you first.

Of course Ji Zimo would not believe this answer.

After a long silence, he turned his face and choked out a sentence extremely coldly.

"Thanks."

Ji Zimo added.

"But don't get me wrong, I won't be grateful and obedient to you just because of a life-saving grace."

"If you have any purpose, you might as well say it as soon as possible."

An Le didn't bother to pay attention to him, and crushed two quietly wriggling leeches to death.

By the way, I observed it.

Compared with the similar ones outside the dark river, their aura is much stronger, but compared to those in the deduction, they are still in the category that can be easily solved.

"In this way, those monks should not lose control too much."

According to the memory in the deduction.

It didn't take much effort for An Le to reach the root of the dark river.

An extremely fat and bloated "big snake" is entrenched here.

"Is it the Dragon Lord in the mouth of the villagers?"

Ji Zimo, who got off An Le's shoulder, was in a strange mood.

This is not a dragon, it's not even a big snake, it's just a huge leech.

Ugly, bloated, and foul-smelling.

It splits into tiny offspring all the time and flows into the dark river.

But under its body, countless heads piled up together.

All are babies under one year old.

Apart from this small village, couples from other places in Yuntianyu will also come to the Songzi Bridge to offer sacrifices.

Thinking of this, Ji Zimo smiled ironically.

An Le jumped up, Shen Long fell, and the leech was cut open immediately.

"hiss--"

It whimpered feebly, but its body was unable to move.

There are only many descendants rushing forward, but all of them are turned into nourishment for the blood flame.

The combat power of the leech itself is very weak.

Not even comparable to the group of demon cultivators just now.

At this distance, the Jade Cauldron fragments in the Anle storage bag vaguely responded.

"Will the fragments attract each other?"

An Le was thoughtful.

He quickly found the fragment inside the leech.

It was stuck in a puddle of rotten flesh, but it still exuded a unique aura.

An Le was excited: "The second one."

He took out the fragment, and then the one in the storage bag.

put it together.

As soon as the two jade tripod fragments came into contact, they merged together, regardless of each other, and the aura flowed.

There are no cracks on it, which is very magical.

Ji Zimo was envious when he saw it, but he had no intention of fighting for it.

After getting the fragments, An Le turned around and set fire to the rotting corpse, before leaving quickly.

(End of this chapter)