Fighter of the Destiny

The reason why I say it is strange is that that person has many things that are different from ordinary people.

The man was very short. From the appearance, Nan Ke was just a girl of twelve or thirteen years old, but the man was two heads shorter than Nan Ke.

That person was ugly, no matter how clear the morning light was, it became disgusting when it fell on the ears, mouth and nose that seemed to have been stitched together at random.

The man had a high bulge behind him, and it looked like he had a hunchback.

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

Seeing such a thin, disabled, and stinky person, most people will feel disgusted. After calming down, they may feel some pity and sympathy.

Chen Changsheng didn't.

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

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

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

This person's evil is slightly different from Zhou Tong's evil, and it is even more sinister.

"Who are you?" Chen Changsheng asked looking at this weirdo.

The man's ugly face showed uneasiness.

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

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

The weirdo felt a lot calmer at the thought of destroying the world, so he laughed.

This weirdo also had a weird smile. When he smiled, the corners of his mouth would completely widen, revealing those disordered, sharp, beast-like teeth, which looked very scary.

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

This man's voice was also very unpleasant, like two missing pieces of porcelain constantly rubbing against each other, very harsh.

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

In the bright morning light, you could clearly see 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 gestures of his hands.

In reality, he had never seen such a gesture before, but he had read through the Taoist canon and had seen a similar picture in an ancient Taoist scripture.

This is the most authentic Taoist array mudra, an ancient technique that has been lost to the state religion for a long time.

Whether it is the Li Palace or the Saintess' Peak, there is no inheritance of the sect skills now.

This person exudes an aura of justice, peace, and even sanctity.

There was a faint condensation of black energy between his hands, lightning was generated in them, and there was an infinitely foul smell.

Using the most authentic and ancient divine magic of the state religion, but using the most sinister methods, what kind of monster is this?

Chen Changsheng's eyes narrowed slightly and he held the hilt of the sword at his waist with his right hand.

Seeing that this sudden battle was about to begin, no one expected that new changes would occur next.

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

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

How could it be so easy to escape in front of Chen Changsheng and Nan Ke?

Countless sword intents loomed around the kitchen, blocking all paths.

With a flash of clear light, Nanke disappeared from where he was.

Chen Changsheng was not worried that this weirdo could run away. In such a short distance, few people could be faster than Nanke. Even if her wings disappeared mysteriously, however... what happened next was completely different. Beyond his imagination.

Just as Nanke disappeared, the weirdo also disappeared.

Countless gusts of wind roared, the mist from the iron pot was carried out in countless strands, and the morning light outside the window kept flickering.

It was obvious that the two people were traveling through the room at a high speed that was invisible to the naked eye.

With Nan Ke's almost lightning speed, there was no way to catch the opponent in a short time.

The vigilance in Chen Changsheng's heart became stronger and stronger, and his right hand holding the hilt of the sword tightened slightly.

After a few scratches, several extremely clear sword marks appeared on the beams. Several swords rose up through the morning light and stabbed somewhere.

A roar of pain and anger sounded.

The weirdo was forced to reveal his figure. A sword wound appeared on his right shoulder, and blood with a fishy smell slowly overflowed.

Several streaks of green light shot out of the air, grabbing at the strange man's throat. It was Nan Ke's fingers.

Hiss! The strange man's clothes suddenly tore into pieces.

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

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

There were no feathers on those wings, and they looked more like gray balls of flesh. They were a little disgusting, but they flapped very fast.

The gray shadow moved wildly, and with a smelly wind, the weirdo crashed directly into the stove with a bang!

Under the chaos of swords, the stove disappeared instantly, but there was no trace of the man.

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

Nan Ke withdrew his consciousness and said: "It leads to the underground. It is full of filth. I don't know how he can pass through."

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

A similar scene was once described in that extremely ancient Taoist scripture.

That was a very long time ago story.

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

The pope was very well prepared in advance, but he did not expect that the evil spirits were more sinister and terrifying than expected, and the speed they grew through the turbid air of heaven and earth was even more unimaginable. When he finally wanted to kill them, he unexpectedly There was no way to completely succeed, and he was even almost attacked by the evil soul. He had no choice but to use the twelve sages' thoughts borrowed from the Guangming Palace to forcibly destroy himself and the evil soul at the last moment when his soul was completely contaminated. Kill.

The pope, who was extremely knowledgeable and profound, died like this.

This Taoist method called Corpse Beheading naturally became a forbidden method of the state religion and gradually disappeared in the long river of history.

Who would have thought that this kind of Taoism would reappear in front of him today.

Before the pope left that year, he told the archbishops in the palace that if the corpse could not be chopped off, he would be in trouble.

Could this monster be Huang Quan?

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(There is another chapter at eight o'clock in the evening... Well, after half a year, there are finally two updates. Although the number of words is not many, shake hands and wish everyone a happy weekend)