"Be bold!"

Zheng Wenhu was not weak and shouted loudly.

When the spiritual power surges, the head coming from the darkness will explode.

However, when he saw the face on the person's head clearly, his arm trembled and he almost missed the target.

There is no other reason.

This head clearly belongs to the Qinghu Gang's foundation-building Ke Qing named Li!

There was still fear on his face.

boom!

The dirty liquid splashed from his blown head fell sporadically on his robe and many of his accomplices, causing a burst of exclamations.

At this time, others lit up the fire one after another.

People were finally able to see the figure walking slowly from the snow.

Weird armor stained with blood.

A ferocious ghost face that I have never seen before.

It’s not like the weird temperament of human beings.

An indescribable evil aura rushed towards his face.

At this moment, the gang members seemed to be in an endless hell, surrounded by a mountain of corpses, a sea of ​​blood, and numerous bones.

And this person is the Rakshasa ghost who dominates their lives!

No, that might be more like...the Lord of Yama!

Awakening from that absurd and terrifying hallucination, people recognized each other's identity.

"Ghost-faced Rakshasa!"

"It's him! The Ghost-Faced Man!"

"Why did he come?"

Although the rumors about the Ghost-faced Man were temporarily stopped due to the spiritual disaster, most people in Akabane Village still remember his existence.

Whether it was killing Xiang Ren of the Red Feather Sect or accurately predicting spiritual disasters, they all left a deep impression on people.

In the hearts of many people, it has a special status.

The image is mysterious, terrifying and powerful.

But the question is, why does he appear here?

The members of the Qinghu Gang saw warm blood slowly dripping from the Ghost-Faced Man's armor.

However, it obviously did not belong to him, but came from the people he killed.

Thinking of the other party's vicious reputation, Zheng Wenhu's heart trembled, but he still raised his hand and said.

"What do you want to do, Your Excellency?"

"I, the Qinghu Gang, have never provoked you, right?"

He tried to communicate with the ghost-faced man, and everything that could be discussed was easy to discuss.

However, the Rakshasa ghost-faced person has no intention of communicating at all.

Just walking silently step by step, stepping on the snow, walking towards them.

Once a monster shows the characteristics of being able to communicate, it will have the prerequisites for understanding and persuasion, and it will no longer be so unknown.

And the unknown and terror are closely connected.

For a while.

No one in the crowd dared to step forward, staring at this strange figure in fear.

In the dead silence around me.

They could only hear the numbing footsteps, their own heartbeats, and heavy breathing.

The uncomfortable silence didn't last long.

Zheng Wenhu shouted loudly as veins popped out on his forehead.

"It doesn't matter what the ghost-faced person or the horse-faced person is, anyone who dares to kill my Qinghu Gang, I'm really tired of living!"

"Brothers, come on!"

His whole body was filled with spiritual energy, and he was about to move forward.

But there was a sudden dull pain in his abdomen, as if he had been hit hard by a heavy punch.

Zheng Wenhu's eyes widened.

"It's poison!"

"when?"

Many members of the gang who were being boosted in morale also realized that something was wrong, and the spiritual energy in their bodies was restless.

The more spiritual power is activated, the more obvious the pain in the Dantian becomes.

The few people who had rushed in front of the ghost-faced man were inexplicably horrified.

But the arrow is on the string and must be fired.

You can only shout loudly to be brave, activate the magic weapon, and hit the opponent like a stream of light.

"Ahhh! Go to hell!"

But in the blink of an eye, the figure that was still in front of him disappeared.

The next second, their fragile protective skills were shattered by a single blow, and a line of blood appeared at their throats.

Then, the head flew up.

In the sight of these people, they could still see their own bodies standing upright.

Anle's footsteps did not stop, and his body looked like a startling dragon swimming through the crowd.

Every time he takes a step, someone from the Qinghu Gang will die.

There are quite a few people around here, including many monks who are in the middle and late stages of Qi training.

Normally, they would be the ones who could dominate this area.

But now, they are being slaughtered by Anle like little chickens!

There is no way to fight back.

In the distance, the severe pain in the dantian of those who used spiritual power to attack became more and more obvious.

What's more, the meridians were swollen by the directly incoming spiritual energy. Under the stimulation of poison, the seven orifices bled to death.

Anle took a colorless and odorless poison called "Breaking Spirit Grass."

It is one of Su Dai's inventories, and he has been keeping it in his storage bag recently.

If you don't use spiritual power, you won't notice anything strange at all.

The toxicity will only show up when it is violently stimulated.

If he had been exposed to a deadly poison, he would have been exposed and discovered long ago.

However, the effect of Broken Spirit Grass on advanced immortal cultivators is limited.

At this time, Zheng Wenhu had suppressed the toxicity.

He looked around and saw that many of his brothers were dead and wounded, and his expression was gloomy.

"Cunning villain! Despicable villain!"

"Die!"

The shadow of a green tiger appeared on the big man's body and rushed towards Anle.

But Zheng Wenhu himself, relying on the power of this blow, fled towards the shadow of the cold night without looking back.

He has no will to fight and just wants to survive.

Although he was in the middle stage of foundation building, he would never dare to say that he was stronger than Xiang Ren.

In addition, all his men were poisoned and lost most of their combat power.

The only function is to temporarily delay the opponent's pace so that he can escape further.

Zheng Wenhu's escape caused an instant uproar among the Qinghu Gang and their morale collapsed.

They never expected that when faced with the Ghost-faced Man, their gang leader would not even have the courage to fight and chose to run away.

boom!

Just when Zheng Wenhu had just escaped a few steps, his whole body was covered with cold hair, his scalp was numb, and he dodged slightly to the side.
To be continued...