In the process of chasing faces.

Anle's eyes flashed, and the scenery in front of her gradually changed.

"Hahaha... I want to become an immortal! I want to become an immortal!"

The crazy words I had heard once again rang in my ears.

I don't know when, Ke Yan appeared in front of Anle again.

He shouted loudly, his eyes filled with hatred that could not be eliminated.

"It was you who hurt me!"

"You are the one who wants to prevent me from becoming an immortal!"

next moment.

boom!!!

The hammer-like fist, packed with immense power and blood that seemed to be on the verge of burning, hit Ke Yan's face full of resentment.

The entire face was instantly distorted by the huge force.

Two eyeballs were immediately blown out.

His face and skull were all crooked.

Red, purple, black, white... splashed everywhere and scattered all over the floor.

The cruel and bloody scene is enough to make ordinary people vomit.

"What the hell, you're here to become an immortal!"

Anle continued to look in the direction of the face targeted by Xiaoxiaohong.

"A hallucination, right? An inner demon, right?"

"keep going!"

"Aren't you pretty awesome? Why are you running?"

As soon as he stepped on the floor, his figure rushed forward again, like an unreasonable beast, trying to destroy all obstacles along the way.

****

"Hate, I hate it so much..."

"Why do you want to hurt me?"

Zhu Ming, who was surrounded by countless arms behind him, had a ferocious face and blood and tears in his eyes.

Ju Ming crawled on the ground and stretched out his withered hands.

I want to grab An Le's ankle and drag him into hell with me.

Click!

The dark foot fell heavily, and the entire arm broke.

It was like nails driven by a sledgehammer, driven deeply into the wood.

Anle looked around at the darkness.

From the shadows, one figure after another gradually emerged.

Either familiar or unfamiliar.

Xu Sanchi and several qi-training monks from Ziyun Sect.

Then came Zheng Wenhu and everyone from the Qinghu Gang.

Ma Laoliu in the snowy night.

Xiang Ren in red robe...

They all maintained their miserable appearance before death, or their hearts were smashed, or they died of poison, or their heads were chopped off... They looked horrifying.

But even so, the dead still made resentful sounds.

"Why?"

"Why do you want to kill us?"

"It hurts, it hurts so much..."

"Why are you still alive? Why don't you die?"

"..."

Resentful questions and vicious curses soon became one.

Countless words, like thousands of ants, burrowed into Anle's ears and eroded his mind.

The resentment was almost as real as the darkness around him.

Swallowed the tall and ferocious ghost armor.

The blazing blood flames cannot be dispelled.

Everything seems to have returned to deathly silence.

"Why?"

"Hahahahaha..."

Peaceful laughter spreads wildly from the resentment and darkness.

Stimulated by anger, the domineering and violent Qi and blood further heated up.

"You forced me to do this!"

"Since you want to harm me, isn't it natural for me to kill you?"

The muscles all over his body were tense and swollen, like a dragon crouching and a tiger crouching, and the energy and blood roared and poured in violently.

The sound of bones cracking sounded more and more like a dragon's roar.

It spreads out the masculine and majestic meaning of King Kong's subjugation of demons.

The shadow of the mysterious evil tiger covered the whole body and let out a low roar.

Between the roar of tigers and the roar of dragons.

The dark ghost armor broke through the resentment, tore the air, and rushed out brazenly.

"I can kill you once, but I can kill you a thousand times!"

In the blink of an eye, a meteor-like figure suddenly appeared behind "Zheng Wenhu", and a steel fist thrust out, piercing his chest.

With a flick of his elbow, he hit "Ma Laoliu" on the face like a steel whip.

The whip caused his body to twist 180 degrees and fly out upside down.

More and more dead people gathered around.

But Anle's momentum has not weakened at all, and has even become stronger, and the power of his whole body is climbing up step by step.

While eliminating these shadows, his thoughts gradually became clearer.

Past tribulations, enemies...

Whatever doesn't kill him will make him stronger!

In a trance.

Anle once again came into contact with that mysterious and ethereal realm.

It is as if it is being continuously tempered by a sledgehammer, removing impurities and becoming purer and stronger.

He gradually grasped a mysterious and unspeakable thing...

****

boom!

He casually blew up a pretty face that belonged to Wan Yinhua.

Anle grabbed the ankles of this lithe body, rounded it up and smashed it to the ground.

Scarlet blood flowed freely, staining the broken wooden boards, leaving deep pits one after another.

He had wanted to do this for a long time.

Unexpectedly, there is no such opportunity in reality, but it is obtained in fantasy.

The appearance of Anle Ghost Armor's face changed with his expression, and he also showed a ferocious smile.

"thank you!"

He shouted sincerely into the darkness not far away, not even in a hurry to completely kill the person's face.

"Anle, you, what are you doing?"

Suddenly, familiar voices came from the darkness.
To be continued...