Way of Choices

Chapter 809: He comes from Huang Quan

The strange thing is that the person is naturally different from ordinary people.

The man was very short. From the appearance, Nan Ke was only a 12-year-old girl, but the man was two heads shorter than Nan Ke.

The man was ugly, and no matter how beautiful the morning light was, it fell on the ears, nose, and nose that seemed to be stitched at random, and became disgusting.

The man swelled high behind him, and it seemed to be a hump.

The man was wearing black clothes, and the clothes were very clean, but I didn't know why, and I always smelled a stench.

Seeing such a short, handicapped, and stinky person, most people will feel disgusted, wait to calm down, or produce some pity and sympathy.

Chen Changsheng did not.

Seeing this man's first glance, his vigilance became extremely intense.

It was like the feeling when I saw Zhou Tong under the begonia tree in Beibing Masi Hutong.

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

There is a slight difference between this person's evil and Zhou Tong's evil, which is even more obscure.

"Who are you?" Chen Changsheng asked, looking at the strange man.

The man's ugly face showed anxiety.

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

He was seen by others, which made him feel inferior again, so he again had the desire to destroy the world.

At the thought of ruining the world, the weirdo felt a lot calmer and laughed.

The smile of this weirdo is also very strange. With a smile, the corners of the mouth are completely widened, revealing those confusing and sharp beast-like teeth, and it looks terrible.

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

This person's voice is also difficult to hear, like two pieces of defective porcelain rubbing constantly, very harsh.

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

In the bright morning light, it can be clearly seen that his hands are full of hair and scales, and he looks sick.

Chen Changsheng's attention was not on it, only on the hand style posed by his hands.

In reality, he has never seen such a hand style, but he read Dao Zang through and once saw a similar picture in a very old Dao Canon.

This is the most authentic Daomen array handprint, and it is an ancient practice that the state religion has lost for a long time.

Regardless of whether it is the Li Gong or the Virgin Peak, there is no inheritance of the gate practice now.

This person exudes a calm, even sacred and solemn atmosphere.

There was a dark air condensed between his hands, and there was lightning generation, and there was an infinitely filthy taste.

Using the most authentic ancient state religion magic, but using the most vicious means, what kind of monster is this?

Chen Changsheng's eyes narrowed, and his right hand held the hilt around his waist.

Seeing that this sudden battle would begin, no one expected that new changes had taken place.

The hunchbacked man suddenly looked up and said angrily, "How come you have so many helpers!"

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

Want to escape in front of Chen Changsheng and Nanke, where is such an easy thing.

Countless sword intentions looming around the kitchen, blocking all the way.

With a clear light, Nanke disappeared from the place.

Chen Changsheng didn’t worry that this strange man could run away. In such a short distance, few people could be faster than Nanke. Even if her wings disappeared bizarrely, however... what happened next was completely Beyond his imagination.

Just as Nanke disappeared, the stranger also disappeared.

Countless winds roared, the mist from the iron pan was brought out of countless strands, and the morning light outside the window kept flashing.

Obviously, the two were walking at high speed in the room at a speed that they could not see clearly.

Yinanke's near lightning speed, there is no way to catch each other in a short time.

The alertness in Chen Changsheng's heart grew stronger, and the right hand holding the hilt exerted a little force.

Wipe a few times, several sharp marks appeared on the beam of the house, and several swords rose through the morning light and pierced somewhere.

A scream with pain and anger sounded.

The weird man was forced to appear in shape, a sword wound appeared on his right shoulder, and the blood smelling of stench slowly overflowed.

Several lanes came out of the sky with green ghosts, and grabbed the weird throat, it was Nanke's finger.

Hiss! The grotesque's clothes suddenly shattered.

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 a hunchback at all, and the bulge behind him was a pair of wings!

There were no feathers on those wings, and it looked more like a gray flesh, a little disgusting, but the speed of waving was very fast.

Gray shadow frantically, with a smelly wind, the strange man directly broke through the stove and thundered!

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

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

Nan Ke withdrew his consciousness and said, "Going to the ground is full of filth, I don't know how he can pass."

Looking at the scene and listening to Nanke, Chen Changsheng thought deeply.

Still in that extremely ancient Taoist scripture, a similar picture was once described.

That is in an extremely long story.

Tens of thousands of years ago, in order to pursue the realm of freedom, a pope once realized a very sinister method of monasticism, that is, to separate the selfish thoughts and desires of the body and create a corresponding self outside the spirit of the Lord. Realize the truth by looking at yourself, and then use it to achieve true tranquility.

The pope was very well prepared in advance, but he did not expect that evil thoughts and spirits were more filthy and terrible than expected, and the speed of growth through the heavens and earth was even more unimaginable. There is no way to be completely successful, or even almost repulsed by the evil spirit, he has no way, at the last moment when his own soul is completely polluted, he can only force himself to count with the evil spirit by the twelve sage ideas borrowed from the main hall of light. Slaughter.

That pope with profound knowledge and incomparable depth died like this.

This Taoist law called corpse-cutting has naturally become a ban on the state religion and gradually disappeared in the long river of history.

Who would have thought that this kind of Taoism reappeared before his eyes today.

Before the pope left that year, he told the archbishops in the palace that if he could not be killed, it would be Huang Quan.

Is this monster Huang Quan?

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(There is a chapter at eight o'clock in the evening... Well, half an year later, there are two more changes, although the word count is not much, shake hands, I wish you all a happy weekend)

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