"when!"

A sudden metallic attack sounded, and Mars scattered, and the sudden sound scared everyone present.

"who!?"

Everyone was startled and immediately became alert.

The bloody March sickle in Hidun's hand paused, and his face suddenly became very bad. He squinted his eyes and looked around, finally fixed his eyes on a shadow in the hall, with a grim smile on his face: "Damn it, you have destroyed my sacrifice, I want to use your blood to calm the wrath of Lord Evil God."

The bloody March sickle was thrown out by him and attacked the shadow like a sharp arrow. Then there was a flash of black light in the shadow, followed by a "dang" sound, and another sound of metallic attacks, sparks splashed everywhere, and then a figure flashed out of the shadow.

"Ah hahaha... I'm coming out, you're very strong, the offering, you're the most perfect offering to Lord Evil God."

Hiduan laughed wildly, and swung the long handle in his hand, and saw the bloody March sickle that was about to land suddenly attacking the figure again. The Bloody March sickle is a very tricky weapon, with three sickle-like blades arranged in sequence, and there is a long steel cable between the front end and the long handle. It is very convenient whether it is a long attack or a close attack.

"when!"

"when!"

"when!"

With several crisp sounds, the figure was forced to the wall on one side of the hall by the bloody March sickle, standing on the wall, with one hand blocking her, covering most of her face, and the bloody March sickle next to her was inserted into the wall, emitting a chill.

"Hehe, who are you?" Hiduan's laughter was incisive.

"I am your uncle." Ander's voice was dull.

Hiduan laughed a little, and then his face became gloomy: "Which village is you a ninja?"

"Hey, you actually ask this. It seems that the IQ is online. Then why do you believe in some bullshit evil gods?"

"Shut up, don't insult the evil god. You, a person without faith, I will sacrifice your blood to the evil god so that he can see my piety, hahaha."

Fei Duan laughed and was very crazy. As he spoke, he pulled the long handle, and the bloody March sickle flew back and reconnected with the long handle, and then he rushed over.

At this time, the others had come to their senses, and the leader hurriedly said, "Take it together, don't let him escape!"

The rest scattered and surrounded Ander.

Seeing this, Ande did not go up directly, but retreated along the wall.

"when!"

"when!"

With a few more crisp sounds, Ender blocked the attack of the bloody March sickle and fled from the entrance slowly. He was extremely fast, and Hiduan chased after him without thinking. The same was true for the others, only the leader remained in place.

He looked at several villagers on the ground, raised a handful of kunai from the waist, closed his eyes and sang very devoutly, roughly some words praising the evil god, such as omniscient and omnipotent, and then a prayer, which meant that he would offer a few sacrifices today, hoping that the evil god would be satisfied.

The man used Kowloon to cut his hands, and blood dripped on the villagers. Then he saw him squat down and lifted Kowloon high.

"puff!"

With the sound of sharp weapons entering the flesh, the man trembled, he lowered his head indifferently, and a sharp blade penetrated out of his chest. Blood flowed out with the blade and fell to the ground. When he looked up, there were no figures of the villagers in front of him.

"What, how is that possible?" Blood gushed out of his mouth, and he was stunned.

"After all, it's my first A-level mission, so I can't let you make trouble, be obedient, and die obediently."

A voice sounded in the man's ear. The man turned his head stiffly and saw a pair of blood-red eyes looking at him with a smile.

"Write, Sharingan..."

The man widened his eyes, spit out a large mouthful of blood, and said reluctantly: "Is it an illusion? Yes, when?"

"That's right, B-level illusion, secret body-locking technique, and with my eyes, it will be more powerful. As soon as you see me, you have already entered the technique. The five senses will only notice the feeling I knitted for you." Ander slowly pulled the knife out of his chest.

The man's eyes were wide open, his face was in disbelief. As the blade was pulled out, his body twitched a few times, and then he felt as if he had lost all his strength and fell to the ground with a thud.

Ender shook the blood stains on the blade and turned his head to look at the exit.

"It's really surprisingly easy. If the A-level tasks are all this difficult, wouldn't I be rich?"

"Who are you underestimating?"

Suddenly a voice sounded in Ander's ear, and he suddenly flashed, and a cold light brushed his cheek and flew over, but a shuriken was inserted into the wall with a tingling sound. Just as he thought he had avoided this attack, a long sword pierced from his chest and came out from behind.

"puff!"

Ande's body was frozen in place, and blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth.

"How could it be, you have obviously fallen into my illusion."

The man in front of Ende was standing, holding a long knife in his hand, and after seeing the intact skin on his chest, Ende showed even more shocked face.

"Hehe, Uchiha, isn't your clan killed? Are you the remnant of Uchiha clan? You are such a pair of eyes that make people feel scared. I couldn't help but feel numb when I saw these eyes. Unfortunately, your methods are too immature, and I have an immortal body, so I accepted your eyes."

Ander frowned and said in a deep voice: "How can there be an immortal body in this world?"

"The secret technique of our evil god sect, Death Corps, can make people suffer fatal injuries without death with blood. This is my secret, because in the sect, I have also mastered this secret technique." The man had a smile on his face, and he liked Ander's terrified expression at this time.

"The soul of ninja, the Evil God, is the most popular. Our Evil God Cult has been dormant. One day, we will kill all the people in this world and sacrifice all the souls of these unbelievers to the Evil God. By that time, our Evil God Cult will become the only one in the whole world, hahaha."

The man was so crazy that he looked at Ende's expression with a little distortion, and Ende gradually restrained his expression in his smile.

"Uh, are you playing so big?"

"Um?"

The man frowned. In his eyes, Ende did not die, but instead looked at him with his head tilted, which made him suddenly have a bad premonition.

"Are you surprised?" Ender asked.

"puff!"

The man pulled out the long sword without saying a word, and then cut off Ende's head with one knife.

After a few rolls of his head, he stopped, his eyes still looked at him, his mouth opened and closed: "It's just an immortal body, of course I know. Thank you for telling me about your evil gods' plan, so that I can go back and hand in the work."

It was the man's turn to be horrified. He quickly turned around but did not find anyone. Then he quickly turned around, and the head and his lower body began to scatter like gravel.

"puff!"

There was another cold light. The man felt a pain in his neck, and then he felt someone grab his hair and pull his head off. A corpse was lying on the ground, and his clothes looked familiar to him.

"untie!"

When Ande made a seal with one hand, the man felt a daze in front of him. Then he saw Ande who was intact in front of him and the villagers lying on the ground behind Ande.

"How...will?"

"The secret technique is just blood-related. I am very familiar with it. I also know that even if you cut off your head, you will not die in a short period of time. Are you very angry? Oh, you probably forgot. I told you just now that your five senses will only notice the feeling I knitted for you. In fact, from the beginning, you have not come out of the illusion."
Chapter completed!