long night walk

Chapter 1163 Immortal Character
The relaxed mood of the immortals did not last long.

There are no more than a hundred Beichen immortals, and there are no more than a thousand ordinary monks in the city who are harassed by the slender ghost.

With the innate ability to defeat and suppress the enemy by blood, the descendants of the Beichen Immortal Clan should be incomparably brave no matter how you look at it.

Although Ghost Shadow wins by numbers, it should be as easy to deal with as a bunch of ants in front of the Beichen Immortals.

Why those Beichen descendants were still being scattered by those ghost-attached monks one by one, and turned into a siege, surrounding those scattered Beichen descendants.

Start to defeat the slender ghosts one by one, and the immortals are still able to do a job with ease.

Now being surrounded from all directions, they gradually panicked, not knowing how to deal with it.

Those slender ghosts attached to the brains of the monks perfectly controlled the emotions of the monks to be extremely irritable and aggressive.

The slender ghost was afraid of the moon orchid branch in the hands of the Beichen fairy clan, and that fear and fear naturally assimilated to those attached hosts.

In addition, the Beichen Immortals were fully armed and attacked the slender ghost behind them, intending to save these monks, but the monks couldn't see the slender ghost lying on top of their heads.

So it looks like they are being attacked and expelled by the hostility of the Beichen Immortals.

In this way, the object of conflict between the monks was unanimously directed at the immortals.

The slender ghosts are not aggressive, but 'they' possess the power of evil gods, but they can squeeze out the potential and strength of those monks infinitely.

make it more violent.

The descendants of Beichen, who had never been baptized and killed on the battlefield, were deeply shocked by the killing appearance of those monks. They went to the battlefield with timidity, but now their arrogance is even weaker.

Resisting their trembling arms and numb nerves, they tried to use Lanyue to disperse the ghosts, but who knew that this action angered the monks even more.

The cultivators surged with energy, roared and drew their swords, chopping off the Lanyue branches that were waving lightly to pieces.

Although the Lanyue Star Grass is an immortal weapon, due to its special attributes, its own defense is not very strong. This sword slashed the aura, causing the immortals to cry out.

The Lanyue Star Grass spiritual brilliance collapsed, its spiritual power suddenly faded, and the slender ghost figure lost its threat, lying on top of the monks, suddenly opened a big pale mouth, and laughed ferociously and silently.

The immortals' scalps were numb from the laughter, and the fear and fear in their hearts surged up densely.

This is really a flaw.

Those slender ghosts lying on the human skull seemed to smell something extremely delicious.

Beichen Immortals are bitter to them, but in the same way, if their fear is extremely deep.

After that critical point, it will be fermented into a sweet fruit pulp, but for 'they', it is an extremely nourishing desire!
The cracked crescent moon mouths of those slender ghosts are getting bigger and bigger, and they are circling around the immortals almost greedily to absorb.

The poor immortals were obviously fighting against the enemy killers, but at this moment they were trembling and surrounded by these monks carrying ghosts, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, being sucked in fear by those ghosts.

As those slender ghosts opened their mouths to suck and suck, the fear seemed to be broken, and it poured out crazily like a bank burst.

So, the next scene happened...

The Beichen Immortals who were originally ordered to disperse the ghosts created by the evil gods were driven away by those mortal monks like flocks of chickens, ducks and sheep.

They may have kept a little bit of clarity in the fear, knowing that they should not be too cowardly and fearful in front of the immortal.

In the end, they still knew how to maintain their dignity, so they roared a few times in a symbolic way, trying to resist with their weapons and break out of the encirclement.

But they were just taking the lead, and the monks' hostility increased by another three points, with a fierce look in their eyes, and they screamed and swung their swords mercilessly, slashing at these celestial descendants who took the lead.

Under the blessing of the evil god's power, these monks are all extremely brave, and the spirit sword in their hands is even more sharp, and a huge bloody mouth will open up when these golden and precious bodies are split.

Those fairy descendants who poked their heads out screamed in pain, angry, anxious, painful and frightened.

They cursed a few times with tears in their eyes, but they cursed too loudly, and after a few sword strikes, they became completely honest.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." They hugged each other in pain, trembling and crying crazily, whimpering, unable to make a sound.

After all, they have suffered so much since they grew up, and they have even more experienced what pain is, and even experienced such bloody disasters.

They suddenly missed the time inside the Silver Gate. There was no fighting, no disease, and no such scary and hideous things would come to hurt them or sting them.

They didn't understand why they had to go through such a cruel and terrible thing, why they were called to deal with these terrible monsters.

Tens of thousands of years of excellent and stable time have cultivated each of them into a golden body, but they can't stand a few swords on their bodies, and when they see blood, they completely collapse and lose their stability.

In the hand, it is used to defend against the enemy. The powerful pick pickaxe can compete with immortals on the top, and can suppress demons and demons on the bottom, but it feels too heavy and cold to hold in the hand at this moment.

Throwing them aside, he hugged his fellow clansmen and cried loudly: "These people are so fierce... woo woo woo... I'm clearly here to save them, yet they even cut me with a sword..."

"So the evil god is such a terrifying thing? Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

Those elders who were replaced as elder brothers were held back by their own clansmen, and instead of showing a stable image of a good brother who would take care of them wholeheartedly, they were so frightened that they were in a state of panic, and tears burst out of their eyes in an instant.

Wiping his tears with the back of his hand, he tried to hide his body into the crowd.

Everyone wants to hide themselves in the body of their companions of the same race. You are next to me, and I am squeezing you. The huge hundred-person descendant unexpectedly squeezed out a narrow space in the city.

Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan who watched this scene: "..."

The immortals watching this scene: "..."

So what kind of rescue did Lord Xianzun bring here just now...

Could this be the fabled general counseling a nest?
It's just that there is no one who can see the past!

So what's the point of Master Xianzun secretly sneaking into the Baiyin Gate to protect Beichen Fuyuan's lineage at the expense of his status?

Just to raise such a batch of waste?

The Baili Sword Master in the world is the body of a mortal who has crossed the catastrophe, and has no power to suppress the evil gods. At the moment those ghosts entangled him, his sword bones were still strong, and the ghosts could be forced back with just the bony sword energy.

This group of people has the unique ability to be suppressed so cruelly that they can't bear to look directly at them? !
What's worse, they were actually sucked into fear by some ghostly soldiers.

I saw the black hole like ink on the ground in the city spread bigger and bigger in the city, the color became darker and darker, and the thunderstorms in the sky were deafening continuously.

The torrential rain hit the skin with bean-sized craters, which was extremely painful.

The sound of swords and sorrows continued to come from above the clouds!

There was another sound of thunder that blasted the sky and cracked the sea, and a blazing lightning flashed away, as if it had hit something heavy.

The sound of gold and stone cracking echoed in the world, the mountains and the sea.

Fang Geyu's face turned pale in an instant in the old house, a mouthful of blood spewed out from his mouth, and there were spots of scarlet on the snow-white cuffs.

At the same time, the Shifang Sword resting on the sky fell sadly, and the gemstones between the hilts were full of cracks. The originally bright sword body was covered with mottled scorched black after being forged by lightning, and was heavily rusted.

The thought of fear of the immortal descendant of Beichen actually filled the power of the evil god in an instant, and even the Shifang Sword couldn't suppress it.

Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan watched the Shifang Sword fall silently with downcast eyes, without any intention of catching the sword, and let the sword fall into the sea, as if waiting for something.

"Still leaving?" Fang Geyu said with a sideways glance.

Fang You didn't move, his hands were folded in his drenched sleeves, his brows and eyes soaked in rain looked more gloomy and indifferent.

Fang Geyu coldly withdrew her gaze and stopped talking. She raised her hand and waved lightly. The Shifang Sword that fell sadly from the rain was immediately endowed with some kind of power, and the dim spiritual power suddenly brightened.

The sharp sword cut the rain, and flew from the sky to the silver scabbard on Fang Geyu's waist.

This is one of the few relics left by her aunt in the world, and it is impossible for her to allow it to be thrown into the sea at will after being used by others.

The Shifang Sword drew a bright silver light in the sky above the dark city, and it flowed into the city.

Fang Geyu knew that she had recalled the Shifang Sword, which also meant that her deception of the Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan had also been exposed.

Sure enough, the downcast Zhu Zhan's eyes suddenly showed a cold light, and his body turned into a handful of golden mist in the rain.

The next moment, he appeared in the small courtyard of this ancient house.

Fang Geyu's expression didn't show any turmoil, but he touched the Shifang Sword at his waist soothingly, so that the mournful sword chant gradually weakened.

Regarding Fang Geyu's deceitful behavior, Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan didn't have the consciousness to settle accounts with Qiu Hou.

He glanced at the past lightly, without saying any nonsense, and slapped Fang You with a devastating palm.

In an instant, whether it was Fang You, Qin Lou standing behind Fang You, or even the entire old house and old building, they burst into dust in an instant.

The smoke, dust and rainstorm, which looked like thousands of fog and flying flowers, were once again cracked into finer particles under the terrible aftermath, and then the particles were decomposed infinitely again until they returned to nothingness.

The heavy rain washed away the dust, and the space in front of the immortal Zhu Zhan was directly crushed by this terrifying palm to create a huge hollow vacuum space of nearly a hundred feet.

The rain cannot fall into it for a long time.

Fang Geyu raised his brows, but soon sank again.

Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan slowly withdrew his palm.

In the middle of the broad palm, unexpectedly there was an extra black dot of ink at some time, with a big laughing needle eye, very thin and black, so tiny that it was almost invisible.

But what kind of person the Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan is, he can be seen at a glance, he is...

Marked by evil gods.

When he destroyed those two puppets just now, he was marked? !
He is the Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan, the master of the true god, and he can still be plotted against two puppets?
But soon, Zhu Zhan, the Immortal Venerable, realized that the evil god's plotting method was never physical, but a spiritual plotting that was intangible and immeasurable.

The moment he shot just now, the evil god must have caught a trace of emotional overflow, and since then he has been marked by the evil god's breath.

He calmly rubbed his palm with his thumb, and there was a slight pinprick sensation from the ink-colored black spot, which didn't hurt, but couldn't be wiped away.

Wet raindrops fell from his pitch-black eyelashes, and Xianzun Zhuzhan watched the scene of nothingness in front of him without saying a word.

Captured the faint sandalwood fragrance in the air.

His eyes were slightly cold, and his voice was cold: "Puppet art."

On Fang Ge's face, there was no tension or guilt of deceiving the Immortal Venerable, and there was even regret hidden in his voice:
"He even deceived me, he is actually a dummy, and he disappointed Master Xianzun?"

Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan brushed off the rainwater from his sleeves: "I'm not disappointed, at least I can clearly see this person's appearance, which is exactly the same as your father.

So, he is your father's twin brother, right?It is only a matter of time before they find him. "

Fang Geyu has a keen mind.

Although the Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan looked calm and calm, Fang Geyu still felt the raging anger of being fooled from his body, and even in the words, he could hear the hidden threat.

It's a pity that Fang Geyu has never been threatened by anyone.

Even if the target is Emperor Zun who rules the common people.

With a helpless look on her face, she said: "It's a pity, however, that the time left for Lord Xianzun seems to be running out..."

After absorbing the fear of hundreds of Beichen Immortals, the power recovered by the evil god is even more different.

Above the sky, along the wind and rain came the groans of the immortals forbearance.

As Fang Geyu gazed into the past, behind the countless immortals sitting on the lotus platform in the sky, at some point, the same strange black and slender ghost appeared!

No, that ghost image is quite different from the ghost image attached to monks and mortals in the city. Their color is more intense. Thick and dense texture.

The sense of presence is extremely strong!
They didn't dig out the brains of those immortals, but hugged them from behind, and the thin and long arms like bamboo poles sank into their bodies from the back inch by inch.

At first glance, it looks like a fairy swallowed those slender ghosts.

But in fact, it was their bodies that were invaded by it.

No one knows how those shadows appeared.

The immortals kept moaning like joy and pain.

Until those ghosts completely entered their bodies, in the space under them without any support for the entity, a thin and strange shadow appeared for no reason, hanging below them like a piece of squashed Ghoul-like.

In the shape of a shadow, they fluttered and fell under them, and at the same time they opened their teeth and claws. A part of their head was split into a huge mouth in the shape of a crescent moon, and they opened and closed silently, as if they were sucking something from those immortals.

In the end, Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan had sworn to keep the hole card for hundreds of thousands of years, and the purest and purest soldiers and strong generals in his mind, finally accelerated the spread of this evil god's disaster.

Raise my soldiers and fill your stomach.

The evil god was so powerful in an instant that even he was able to plot against him.

Immortal Venerable Zhu Zhan raised his eyes and glanced at the dark sky. For the first time in thousands of years, a trace of confusion appeared in his heart.

So... how to solve today's situation?
(End of this chapter)