The reason why it is strange is that the person is because there are many different things than ordinary people.

The man was very short. From the outside, Nanke was just a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, but that man was two shorter than Nanke.

That person was ugly. No matter how beautiful the morning light was, it became disgusting when it fell on the ears, mouth and nose that seemed to be stitched casually.

The man raised high behind him, and it seemed that he was a hunchback.

The man was wearing a black dress, and the clothes were washed clean, but for some reason, he could always smell a fishy smell.

When seeing such a short, disabled person, and stinky, most people will feel disgusted and wait for calm down or feel pity and sympathy.

Chen Changsheng didn't.

The first time he saw this person, his vigilance became extremely strong.

Just like the feeling when I saw Zhou Tong under the crabapple tree in Beibingmasi Hutong.

He felt that he had seen the ultimate, unreasonable, unconvincing, and inequality.

There is a slight difference between this person's evil and Zhou Tong's evil, which is even more filthy.

"Who are you?" Chen Changsheng asked at the weird man.

The man's ugly face showed uneasiness.

Because the morning light was too bright, he forgot to cover his face with his hat.

He was seen, which made him feel inferior again, and he once again developed the desire to destroy the world.

When the monster thought of destroying this world, he felt much calmer and laughed.

The weirdo's smile was also very strange. When he smiled, the corners of his mouth were completely opened, revealing those confused, sharp teeth like beasts, which looked very scary.

"Since you can't kill you secretly, I have to try to see if I can kill you on the spot."

The man's voice was also very ugly, just like two defective pieces of porcelain were constantly rubbing, which was very harsh.

After saying this, he stretched out his hands and made a hand gesture towards Chen Changsheng.

In the bright morning light, it was clear that his hands were covered with hair and scales, which looked a little disgusting.

Chen Changsheng's attention was not on this, but on the hand gestures he was posing with his hands.

In reality, he had never seen such a hand gesture, but he read through the Taoist sect and had seen similar scenes in a very ancient Taoist Scripture.

This is the most authentic Taoist array handprint, an ancient martial art that has been lost in the national sect for a long time.

Whether it is Li Palace or Saint Maiden Peak, there is no inheritance of the sect martial arts.

This person exudes a calm and peaceful atmosphere, even sacred and solemn atmosphere.

There was a faint black air condensed between his hands, lightning was generated in it, and there was an infinite smell of filth.

What kind of monster is this using the most authentic and ancient magical techniques of the state religion, but using the most evil means?

Chen Changsheng's pupils shrank slightly, and he held the hilt of the sword around his waist with his right hand.

Seeing that the sudden battle was about to begin, no one expected that a new change would take place.

The hunchbacked monster suddenly looked up and said furiously: "Why do you have so many helpers!"

After saying this, his figure suddenly faded and he was about to retreat out the window.

It is not so easy to escape in front of Chen Changsheng and Nanke.

Countless sword intents appeared and disappeared around the kitchen, blocking all the way.

A clear light, Nanke disappeared from the spot.

Chen Changsheng was not worried that this weird person could run away. In such a short distance, few people could be faster than Nanke. Even though her wings disappeared bizarrely, what happened next was completely beyond his imagination.

Just as Nanke disappeared, the weird guy also disappeared.

Countless winds whistled, and the fog steam generated from the iron pot was brought out countless threads, and the morning light that fell outside the window kept flashing.

It was obvious that the two people were walking through the room at a high speed that they could not see clearly with their naked eyes.

Yi Nanke's nearly lightning speed was unable to catch the other party in a short time.

Chen Changsheng's warning became stronger and stronger, and his right hand holding the hilt of the sword was slightly pressed.

After several wiping sounds, several extremely clear sword marks appeared on the beam of the room. Several swords broke through the morning light and stabbed somewhere.

A roar of pain and anger rang out.

The weird man was forced to show his body, and a sword wound appeared on his right shoulder, and blood with a fishy smell slowly overflowed.

Several green lights broke out into the air and grabbed the strange man's throat, which was Nanke's finger.

Hiss! The weird man's clothes suddenly broke.

Two gray shadows appeared behind him, driving his body to move to the other side at an unimaginable speed, avoiding Nanke's attack.

It turned out that he was not hunched at all, and the bulge behind him was actually a pair of wings!

The wings had no feathers, and they looked more like gray meat balls, which were a bit disgusting, but they waved very quickly.

The gray shadow was roaring, with a fishy wind blowing through the stove and a roar!

Under the chaotic sword, the stove disappeared instantly, but there was no trace of the man.

Chen Changsheng and Nanke stood beside the ruins of the stove, looking at the black hole on the ground, silent.

Nanke withdrew his spiritual consciousness and said, "It leads to the underground, full of filth, and I don't know how he can pass."

Looking at this scene and listening to Nanke's words, Chen Changsheng felt thoughtful.

It was still in that extremely ancient Taoist scripture that once described similar pictures.

That was in an extremely long-standing story.

Tens of thousands of years ago, in order to pursue the realm of great freedom, a pope once realized an extremely sinister way of practicing Taoism, which is to separate the common thoughts of one's body from desires, create a corresponding self outside the main soul, and understand the ultimate truth of heaven and earth by observing one's body, and then slash it with one sword to achieve true tranquility.

The pope made very sufficient preparations in advance, but he did not expect that the evil soul was more filthy and terrifying than expected in advance, and the speed of growth of the turbid air in the world was even more unimaginable. When he finally wanted to kill the mind, he could not completely succeed, and was almost retaliated by the evil soul. He had no choice but to be completely polluted. At the last moment when his soul was completely polluted, he could only use the twelve sages borrowed from the main hall of Light to force himself and his evil soul to kill him.

The knowledgeable and profound pope died like this.

This Taoist law called "Deading the Corpse" naturally became a forbidden law of the state religion and gradually disappeared into the long river of history.

Who would have thought that this kind of Taoist Dharma would appear again in front of him today?

Before the pope left, he told the archbishops in the palace that if the corpse was not killed, it would be that the underworld would appear.

Could this monster be the Yellow Spring?

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