After the dazzling purple light dissipated, an empty flat land appeared among the ruins of buildings.

Most of the simple and prosperous buildings collapsed. The ground in the center of the ruins had a semi-melted texture in the high temperature, and the remains of some statues could be vaguely seen.

Gu Qiutong and others opened their eyes wide, looking for traces of Anle and Duomu Zhenjun.

Soon, their hearts sank to the bottom.

Because above the ruins, there was still a figure glowing with purple light standing.

I saw that the purple robe of the True Lord Multi-Eye had long since disappeared, and his body could only barely maintain a human shape, like a wriggling sludge, with filthy tentacles spreading out.

Most of his eyeballs, big and small, were closed, permanently losing their effectiveness, and he looked extremely miserable.

But Lord Duomu still couldn't help but smile.

"Haha, I haven't won the most..."

Bang!

There was a muffled sound that was neither light nor heavy.

Duomenzhenjun's laughter stopped instantly, he lowered his head and looked at his chest...

A white jade-sized fist that was the size of a normal person pierced his body and came out from his chest.

In his hand, he held a purple-black magic elixir.

"No……"

Lord Duomu realized something, and his remaining eyes widened slightly.

However, how could Anle give him even a hint of kindness? He squeezed his jade-like palms hard, and the strange pill turned into dust.

Katcha…

The evil body began to deform and shatter from the head, the brains exploded, and the remaining flesh, flesh, and bones slid all the way to the ground, shattered, and dissolved...like a pool of rotten mud.

A line of black smoke floated out from the wreckage, but was caught by Anle.

Seeing this, the rational evil spirits around him had a look of horror on their faces, and they didn't dare to stop at all, and fled far away.

Those tall statues of gods returned to their normal state and became a little dull. Without their leader, their danger was greatly reduced.

This moment.

The eyes of Gu Qiutong, Xiong Batian and other monks were all focused on Anle, with surprise, awe and admiration in their eyes.

The ghost armor became tattered under the erosion of Ziyi, unable to cover his whole body, and even the face armor was half damaged.

People stared at him blankly.

The scene in front of them will be unforgettable for them in the next few years or even their entire lives.

Under the dark and gloomy sky, on top of vast swaths of ruins and countless remains of statues, there was only one person standing upright, with an extraordinary handsome appearance, like a man from heaven, like the only light in this dark world.

They were obviously not far away, but everyone felt that they were already separated by an extremely long distance.

****

After the death of True Monarch Duomu, the pressure on the monks suddenly decreased.

The remaining evil spirits and statues only relied on instinct and did not pose much of a threat. Moreover, their purpose was not to destroy all enemies, but to delay as much time as possible so that Hu Chunsheng in the temple could successfully complete the ritual.

Half a day later.

With a tremor, the tall temple collapsed, the earth and rocks disintegrated, and the courtyard walls fell down.

A pale-faced Hu Chunsheng walked out, his eyes full of worry.

'The evil spirit's attack will definitely be fierce. Can the Ghost Faced Man and the others... still hold on?'

'Old Xiong, you must be fine!'

What Hu Chunsheng was most worried about was that his divination was successful, but all his companions were killed or injured.

After taking only two steps, Hu Chunsheng opened his eyes wide in shock.

Outside the courtyard wall, a makeshift camp appeared. People were sitting around a campfire in the middle, and the smell of barbecue was spreading.

Hu Chunsheng: "Huh?"

Xiong Batian was the first to notice his arrival and greeted him quickly.

"Come on, Lao Hu, there is the demon rabbit meat you like to eat!"

Hu Chunsheng looked around in disbelief. If it weren't for the traces of battles everywhere and the monks' bodies being injured in many places, he would have almost thought that the wave of evil things had never come at all.

He asked nervously: "Where is the evil spirit? Where is the idol? Why are they missing?"

"Oh, you mean them..."

Xiong Batian grinned and patted Hu Chunsheng on the shoulder.

"It's over! Don't worry, eat the meat first!"

As he said that, he handed over a rabbit leg as thick as an arm, which was slick with oil and looked extremely attractive.

Hu Chunsheng took the rabbit leg blankly and scanned the crowd, and suddenly discovered something——

That tall, dark, oppressive figure... disappeared!

"Could it be that the Ghost-Faced Man..."

Hu Chunsheng thought of a possibility, and grief flashed in his eyes.

"Lao Hu, what are you thinking about?"

Xiong Batian scratched the back of his head with his big oily hands. He didn't understand what was wrong with Hu Chunsheng, and pointed to the center of the crowd: "Isn't the Ghost-Faced Man right there?"

Hearing this, Hu Chunsheng was stunned for a moment and looked up.

A young man who was free from dust was surrounded by stars and the moon. Apart from Gu Qiutong, there were several monks staring at him intently, wanting to talk to him.

Many female nuns' faces turned red and their behavior became awkward.

This man's appearance was the best among all the monks Hu Chunsheng had ever seen.

Hu Chunsheng's mouth was half open and he could not close it.

"This...is the Ghost-Faced Man?"

In his expectation, the opponent should be a strong man like Xiong Batian, with well-developed muscles and a rough and bold face.

But now...

This understanding was shattered in an instant.

Xiong Batian shrugged his shoulders and took a bite of the barbecue. He didn't understand why they were so surprised by the ghost-faced man's true appearance.

No matter what he looks like, isn't it normal?

At this time, the young man turned his head and his eyes happened to collide with Hu Chunsheng's.

Hu Chunsheng saw the other party stand up and walk towards him.

For some reason, Hu Chunsheng felt a little nervous.

Soon, the ghost-faced man walked up to Hu Chunsheng, stretched out his hand and said friendly.

"I'm in peace."

****

After a short rest, everyone set off again.

The target is the core of the ruins divined by Hu Chunsheng.

During this time, Anle was able to regain her true appearance and name.

Now that he has been exposed in front of everyone, he simply stopped pretending, introduced his real name to people openly, and acted in this manner.

On the other hand, after the previous battles, no matter what Anle looked like, he had established absolute authority among the group of people.

On the other hand, the ghost armor did suffer heavy losses due to the erosion of the strange purple spirit, and needed to rest in the body for a period of time.

However, showing one's true appearance also brings some minor troubles.

The eyes of the female nuns in the team began to become a little fanatical, as if they wanted to eat him alive.

It happens from time to time that people recommend themselves as pillow mats.

Fortunately, An Le had extraordinary determination and knew very well that boys should protect themselves when they were away from home, so they didn't let them succeed.

Along the way, other monks who were alone gradually joined the team. In a place like this, staying together to keep warm was the choice of most people.

Among them, there are many geniuses who hold jade pieces, and some smart people voluntarily handed over the jade pieces, causing the total number of jade pieces in Anle to increase again.

And after they learned that Anle was the Ghost-faced Man, they all showed wonderful expressions.

****

Three days later.

The top floor of a small building.
To be continued...