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Chapter 372 "Game of the Ancestral God" pierces

The blood red blood flowed down the middle of the boy's face, and the lights flickered, which was shocking enough.

The answer from Ayiguli's voice completely coincided with Jiang Qian's inner guess:

"Sha Jin!"

Ayiguli said angrily: "It's Sha Jin! There is also a scar on his head!"

At this time, Jiang Qian's mind was showing the image of Sha Jin when he first fought with him: he had a khaki headscarf tied on his forehead, and his clothes were like monks. He was strong and his exposed arms had tight muscle lines. He was a diligent martial arts practitioner.

Now that I think about it, the yellow headscarf covered a scar that was almost fatal...

Seeing the young Sha Jin shaky, Jiang Qian and Ayiguli finally understood the cause of the cause and effect mirror here. Of course, even if they knew, they couldn't interfere.

The body of the young version of Sha Jin softened, and he was easily pushed away and collapsed on the side of the road.

At this time, his father had instantly woken up from his grief, and rushed towards Xiao Zhuo like an executioner with a ferocious face!

Xiao Zhuo casually threw away the hoe that chopped down Sha Jin.

And took out a more handy weapon from his back: a scimitar.

This scimitar was not the first time Jiang Qian had seen it. When he fought with Sha Jin, he almost fell into his scimitar maze.

Now it seems that the origin of this weapon is like this.

Since the scimitar later fell into Sha Jin's hands, it means that Yuan Xi and his son are in danger... Jiang Qian's eyes were fixed on the chaos, but he reached out and patted Ayiguli's shoulder, whispering to her about the conflict that would happen later.

According to the rules of conquering the vice chess, Jiang Qian needs to defeat Sha Jin once more to complete the conquest.

But at the moment, the rhythm of the chaos is rising steadily.

The father, who is eager to protect his son, directly opened his strength to the third state, and with high-speed movement, the killer move fell on Xiao Zhuo's head!

In the face of danger, Xiao Zhuo was surprisingly calm.

He did not retreat but advanced. The scimitars were split into two and then four by the twist of his fingers. He quickly released all three of them! One after another, they flew and chased the Centaur leader from different directions and angles.

The leader in mid-air glared at him, but a sneer rose at the corner of his mouth, sneering at the scimitars that were flying around him.

It can be seen that dodging these flying knives is not a difficult task for him.

Therefore, his attention is still completely focused on the target prey - his nephew Xiao Zhuo.

However, in the blink of an eye, Xiao Zhuo disappeared!

In the leader's astonished eyes, the scimitar chasing him from behind suddenly broke, and the young man's palm stretched out from the crack, carrying another scimitar.

The sharp curved blade reflected the moonlight, showing a dazzling blood color, and stabbed directly into the leader's spine.

With a "clang", the long sword and the scimitar collided, and the sharp weapons broke!

The leader blocked the fatal blow from behind, but also damaged his weapon...

He landed and turned around in a defensive posture, and the sharp blade held by Xiao Zhuo was already in front of him.

At that moment, the knife light reflected on the leader's face, illuminating his stunned face and slightly panicked look.

Perhaps the opponent's strength was completely beyond his expectation, or perhaps it was the stimulation of the imminent weapon. He could no longer maintain the calmness of being the leader of a village, but tried his best to avoid the edge and look for another opportunity.

But this avoidance, but stepped into another trap.

The figure of Xiao Zhuo in front of him suddenly disappeared, and the familiar scimitar appeared again from the crack on the side of the leader!

The blade cut the leader's left rib, and blood splashed in an instant, throwing the leader's huge and strange centaur body dozens of meters away.

The heavy body rubbed against the dirt road and slowly stopped. Before the leader had time to catch his breath, the short body was close again.

Xiao Zhuo raised his scimitar expressionlessly...

"Don't move, kid! I'm your uncle!" the leader suddenly shouted.

This begging really made the attack hesitate for two seconds.

Xiao Zhuo's numb face showed a puzzled look and frowned.

However, it was this moment of stagnation that gave the leader a chance to counterattack. He tightened his four hooves and aimed at the boy's chest and attacked suddenly!

With the sound of cracks, the horse's hooves that were about to rise suddenly stopped at a position only a fist away from where Xiao Zhuo was standing.

Then, the thick horse legs spasmed faintly and fell to the ground.

A hidden crack appeared above the head of the centaur leader, and the boy's hand holding the scimitar stretched out from it and cut off the leader's neck.

His still short figure slowly stretched out from it, and then threw the head in his hand to the ground.

Jiang Qian and Ayiguli Guan watched this scene silently, and they couldn't help frowning.

The surviving residents and guards in the village also watched this scene, and fear was spreading in their hearts...

Many people here have not yet recognized Xiao Zhuo's identity. They only saw this fact:

A half-grown child was killing people in the village. He killed many people like a beast, killing people non-stop, and even killed the leader they supported and trusted!

Now it seems that no one can stop this killing.

"Devil, monster... Help!!"

A mentally collapsed resident shouted and turned to run in the opposite direction, and the next moment he was cut in the back by a machete.

He fell down with a scream, crawled, and finally died.

Everyone at the scene froze.

The threat of death made people dare not act rashly.

A cold light flashed in Xiao Zhuo's free hand, and a new scimitar appeared. Then, he looked around as if he was looking for something.

His nostrils quivered in the air, sniffing like an animal.

When facing the thatched hut where Yuan Xi was imprisoned, he stopped and walked forward.

But at this moment, a hand grasped his ankle tightly.

Xiao Zhuo's cold and numb face froze again. Looking down, he saw the headless leader whose head had been cut off.

Jiang Qian, who was hiding in the dark, was also paying close attention. He saw a strange luster flowing somewhere on the leader's body. The location was obscured by clothes, making it difficult to see clearly for a while.

Until the flowing luster quickly traveled through the headless leader's skin, rushed along the arm holding Xiao Zuo's ankle to the nerve endings, and touched Xiao Zuo's skin through his fingers...

Suddenly, a puff of smoke rose along the skin where the two of them were touching!

Xiao Zuo howled miserably and hurriedly broke away from the headless leader's grip. He swung his scimitar and struck back again and again, instantly cutting the headless leader's body into pieces!

In an instant, the blood mist dispersed, and the fishy smell hit their nostrils. Everyone was frightened.

"So disgusting~" Ayiguli muttered in disgust, then looked at Jiang Qian and couldn't help but be startled.

Jiang Qian was still staring at the scene of violence, taking in all the pieces of flesh falling down. At this time, his eyes were faintly flashing with an almost greedy light.

What excited him was not the fragmented and bloody scene, but the strange circular mark on a certain piece of meat, like an open lamprey's mouth.

--ash!

The leader is actually a person from Ashes, so is his behavior also affected by Ashes? In this case, who would "that person" be... When Jiang Qian was filled with doubts, Xiao Zhuo, who had climbed up from a pool of his uncle's blood, was already walking staggeringly towards the hut where Yuan Xi was.

Of all the people present, no one tried to stop him, and no one even tried to escape from the scene. The deep fear of death kept them firmly in place.

"mom, Mom, Mom……"

Xiao Zuo staggered closer to the hut, with a faint black air lingering around his ankles. His whole body was like a leaky container, and his strength was being lost from the gap bit by bit.

At this time, no one was stationed in front of the hut. The sparks splashed in the chaos were igniting the hut. The fire was growing and the house was in danger.

Xiao Zhuo quickened his pace, rolling and crawling towards the hut!

Jiang Qian and Ayiguli's eyes followed his short figure. It was obvious that killing was not his intention, and that he was entirely focused on his mother.

"mom--"

As the hut collapsed in the light of the fire, the short staggering figure suddenly fell in front of the hut door, with a painful and ferocious expression.

The next second, Xiao Zhuo was stunned.

The dark door shook, and a familiar figure appeared in his sight.

That person was the extremely weak Yuan Xi.

She looked around, her expression dull, and she was silent for a long time.

Until Xiao Zuo struggled to get up from the ground, hugged her body, put his arms around her shoulders, and called her name over and over again, urgently!

Mother.

This title allowed the lost mother to regain some consciousness.

She finally withdrew her sight from those tragic scenes, from the faces of people whose faces were full of fear, grief, and even resentment, and tried hard to focus on her own son.

Xiao Zhuo raised his face, focusing entirely on his mother's face. Although Jiang Qian couldn't see his expression, he could guess how excited he was about getting his wish at this moment.

Yuan Xi stretched out her hand and caressed her son's blood-stained face, with complex emotions in her eyes:

"I'm sorry...Mom, I'm sorry for you..."

But her child doesn't seem to be good at expressing. He just hugs and looks at his mother, as if he can let go of all his guard as long as he is by his mother's side.

So when the dagger was inserted from behind, he was just stunned, still staring at his mother, his mouth slightly opened, as if he subconsciously wanted to express a question...

Two lines of tears fell from Yuan Xi's face, staining the blood-stained clothes.

At this point, she could no longer restrain her collapsed emotions. She pressed the arm behind her son's back with more force, and the dagger penetrated her chest and pierced her body at the same time.

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