Human beings are deceitful, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Chapter 148 147. Ghost Venerable, Why Are You! (22) (Ask for a monthly pass!)

"I am fine."

An Le shook his head and said to the people around him.

His mind has not yet fully awakened from that mysterious and mysterious situation, and he is a little erratic.

at this time.

The space around many monks trembled suddenly, and then began to shake violently. Not only the ground, but also the air, spiritual power, and gray sky were shaking.

When the shaking subsided, everyone was staggering, only An Le and Yun Wuhen were still standing there.

"Huh? This ruin..."

The expressions of the cultivators with sharper spiritual senses changed slightly.

They all noticed that this space didn't seem to be as stable as before, and there was a feeling of instability.

"It's done!"

Hu Chunsheng pumped his fist excitedly and shouted with excitement.

"The core of the altar has been destroyed, and the space here has become much weaker. We have a chance to escape!"

He stood up and bowed respectfully to An Le: "Friend Daoist An, thank you!"

There is no promise in this thank you, but it seems very sincere and heavy.

Hearing this, everyone came to their senses and thanked An Le.

"Friend Daoist An has contributed a lot!"

"I still have a spare piece of jade in my hand, and I hope Fellow Daoist An will accept it with a smile."

"The grace of saving life cannot be repaid, the little girl is willing to promise with her body..."

Regardless of whether it is true or false, and regardless of whether it has any other purpose, at least on the surface, they have shown sincere gratitude.

Seeing Yun Wuhen was quite envious.

On weekdays, although Yun Wuhen is sought after by people wherever he goes, he can also see that most of them are just followers of power, and they only say things that he is tired of hearing.

He has never experienced a scene where everyone is grateful like An Le.

At this time, Yun Wuhen heard An Le speak lightly.

"Everyone, don't be too happy, we are not out of danger yet."

"Besides, this is not due to me alone. Without Friends Daoist Yun and the others, it would be difficult for me to succeed alone."

When Yun Wuhen heard this, his face turned red.

The family knows their own affairs.

Just now, he and the others were clearly deceived by the Gorefiend, and they hardly played any role.

If it wasn't for Anle's action, they would all be killed here.

Both Chen Xiaoya also showed shame.

Although Lin Shan was a little displeased with Anle's attitude towards Yun Wuhen before, she was sensible anyway. After waking up, she realized that it was Anle who saved Young Master Wuhen, and her impression changed again.

'I didn't expect him to be such a broad-minded person. '

'Ghost-faced man's reputation really makes sense. '

Looking back on Yun Wuhen's behavior compared to An Le's, he only felt that his previous experience of manifesting the Holy Spirit was as pale as white water and tasteless.

'This ghost-masked man's way of manifesting his holiness feels slightly better than Lu Bin's, and it's worth learning from me! '

He silently wrote down An Le's expression and movements, and prepared to use them next time.

******
Click!

The bone cup in Gui Zun's hand instantly shattered into several pieces, and the brown-green dark tea spilled all over the ground.

He has long been an evil spirit, but he still maintains many habits he had when he was still a human, drinking tea is one of them.

At this time, Gui Zun's face under the black mist was a little dazed: "That altar...was destroyed?"

His expression is very complicated.

There was anger, loss, panic, and a touch of relief.

Gui Zun remembered some memories that he thought he had forgotten, if it wasn't for him, if it wasn't for that altar... Luo Hunzong might not have become what it is now.

It was precisely because of the special significance to him there that Gui Zun didn't let other evil spirits and statues guard nearby.

Unexpectedly, the altar would be destroyed one day.

As those memories flooded into his mind, Gui Zun's facial features gradually became distorted, and the black smoke around him was restless.

Some evil spirits noticed this and silently moved towards the distance.

"My lord, what should I do now?"

Next to it, a newly born evil creature spoke cautiously.

With the successive deaths of judges and multi-eyed lords, Gui Zun had not too many ghost generals available for his subordinates.

And the key point is, since the other party can kill these two, wouldn't the other ghost generals be sent to die if they went to exterminate them?

laugh!
Black smoke instantly enveloped Xie Chong's body, eroding continuously, and even the elusive pill was pulled out in an instant.

The evil spirit widened his eyes in astonishment: "Guizun, why are you?"

"Noisy...too noisy..."

Gui Zun spoke hoarsely, his voice was like the roar of a wild animal, implying pain and madness.

At this moment, countless howls drilled into his mind, they were so familiar and strange, evoking episodes of the past.

"Quiet! Quiet!"

"I don't want to remember! Give me... get out!"

His ghostly energy gushed out crazily, sweeping and spreading like a storm, and several nearby towers collapsed under the impact.

However, many evil spirits stayed away from this area as soon as they noticed the clues, as if they had expected it in advance.

"Ghost Venerable... what's wrong?"

An evil spirit who didn't understand asked in a low voice.

"It's nothing, I just went crazy again."

A ghost general responded flatly: "It's not once or twice, just get used to it."

******
this evening.

In a temporary camp.

Many monks controlled the magic weapon and ascended into the air to investigate the surrounding situation. When encountering single monks, they stepped forward to negotiate.

After the altar was destroyed, the most obvious change that everyone noticed was that the previous special air ban effect of the ruins was eliminated, and they were able to fly the imperial weapon more easily.

For monks, flying is undoubtedly a very important ability. Naturally, they can observe the situation in farther areas, and they can also escape from the sky at critical moments.

In this way, they are much safer than before.

The only problem is that flying is just as easy to attract the attention of evil spirits and become their target.

If it weren't for the ghost-masked man, Yun Wuhen, and Bai Xianyou in the camp, people wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous.

The lonely human monks may be very weak, and they are no match for evil spirits and god statues.

But when the number of people gathered increases, it gradually becomes a force that cannot be ignored.

Some of them set up formations on the spot to ensure that evil spirits could not sneak in and hinder the erosion of evil energy.

Some went out in groups to wipe out nearby enemies.

Others call for friends and lead others here.

In just one day, the size of the team expanded a lot again.

But what worries many people is that since the altar was destroyed, the ghost-faced man has been staying alone in a hut and never showed his face.

Gu Qiutong paced back and forth beside the hut, looking up from time to time.

"Friend Daoist An, it should be... nothing will happen, right?"

There was worry on her pretty face, and those weird and terrifying illusions still remained in her mind, making her heart tremble.

And that's just the aftermath!

Although there was nothing abnormal on the surface of An Le, she might have suffered some hidden injuries that could not be seen, but she tried her best not to show it.

Thinking of this possibility, Gu Qiutong's mood became worse and worse.

(End of this chapter)