Sun Changming pulled out the bone dagger and swung it repeatedly, but the beard was not only extremely tough, but also endless. Even if one strand was cut off, more would come up behind it.

"Hahaha!" The old hunchback laughed heartily. The magical technique of "falling off beards and taking root" was his best skill. He has become more and more powerful after practicing over the years, but gradually he has no opponents worthy of using this magical technique.

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I didn't expect to meet such a troublesome guy in this small mountain village today.

For the great opportunity in Fenqiu, everything is worth it.

He continued to pull his beard and said to his two allies: "When my old man catches this guy and interrogates him, he will hand it over to you two. Feel free to vent your anger."

"The old hunchback is mighty!" The two of them swallowed the healing elixir and flattered him.

Sun Changming's situation is very bad. The bone dagger can cut off the beard, but it cannot achieve the effect of cutting iron like mud when facing this kind of beard. In addition to the bone dagger, other things are powerless when facing the beard.

Sun Changming shouted in his heart, asking the little loach to come over and help, but the little loach was lurking in the river, floating up and down, but it seemed as if it didn't hear him.

Endless terrifying beards surged over the mountains and plains, wrapping Sun Changming layer by layer.

Sun Changming soon turned into a huge white cocoon...

Sun Changming was still struggling, but it seemed to be of no avail. The old hunchback stopped pulling his beard outward and began to pull it back like a net.

The big seal should be flipped out!

Suppressing him steadily, he stared at Sun Changming's figure, as stable as a mountain.

The old hunchback was secretly surprised, why couldn't he pull the net when he closed it?

Then, the variant text of the word "death" trembled again...

A kind of death force permeated the air, and the snow-white beard quickly turned gray, like withered vines in autumn.

Sun Changming was overjoyed, it turned out to be so.

No wonder the little loach ignored him, he already had the power to fight against these beards.

The variant text of the word "death" kept shaking, and the spiritual energy related to death rolled out. The "warm currents" in the body poured out from various spiritual points, and after converging through the variant text of the word "death", they all turned into

This kind of aura.

The extremely tough beard, withered and decayed in patches.

On the hillside, the old hunchback looked surprised: "What's going on..."

Before he could figure it out, the white cocoon of Sun Changming's beard wrapped around him had completely turned into dust and fell clattering down.

However, this is not over yet, the power of death is traced back along the beard.

Just like an infection, the large swaths of beards under the ground were directly "died" by this force. The surging ground became calm with the "death" of the beards.

The fluctuations come from the hillside towards Sun Changming, while the calmness comes from Sun Changming towards the hillside.

The old hunchback felt a strong crisis, and he made an instant decision: No, he must cut off the connection between himself and his beard, otherwise this strange, inexplicable, but extremely terrifying power will invade himself along his beard.

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But...how to cut it off?

Sun Changming had a hard time cutting off his beard, and so did the old hunchback!

The magical technique of "rooting out beards" is very powerful. When the old hunchback practiced this magical technique, he only thought about how to make it more powerful. He never thought about how to "cut off beards and survive"!

After all, no one expected to encounter such a situation.

The old hunchback opened his five fingers, and his nails grew rapidly, turning into five sharp blades that could easily cut through ordinary flying swords.

However, he kept waving his fingers, but it was difficult to cut off a few beards!

At this time, the power and tenacity of the "Beard-dropping" magical technique has become a shackles for the old hunchback himself!

The old hunchback was a little panicked, because he knew very well that before he completely cut off his beard, the power of death would definitely invade him.

He gritted his teeth and started pulling his beard outward again, hoping to delay the arrival of the power of death. His other hand kept waving, trying to cut off the beard as soon as possible.

But the beard is too tough, and the power of death is too fast.

The fluctuations all over the mountains and plains quickly calmed down, the beards continued to die, and the power of death finally struck back.

The Taoist priest and Mrs. Ji stared at everything in front of them with their mouths open. From the beginning, the Ten Thousand Shadow Camel Dragon controlled a vast mountainous field with a hearty laugh, and with every movement of his hands and feet; now the power of death is eroding silently, and he is majestic.

The monks in the second realm were in a hurry and unable to cope...

That kind of gray necrosis finally approached the old hunchback. He tried his best to pull his beard, but this magical skill had its limit after all. The beard grew slower and slower, and death invaded his chin.

Then the old hunchback's chin began to turn gray-black, and the luster of life disappeared.

Then, this death spread upward toward his head, downward toward his neck and chest.

The speeds of the two were about the same, and the old hunchback soon stopped moving, because the power of death spreading upward had turned his entire head gray and black.

And this power of death not only "killed" the old hunchback, but also completely drained every part of his body and every ounce of life force.

Although he is dead, those parts of his body that have turned gray and black are still turning gray and white, and finally, like those beards, they are completely turned into ashes.

The Taoist priest and Mrs. Ji suddenly felt something was wrong. When they lowered their heads, they saw that the power of death was sweeping toward them from the ground.

When the old hunchback used his magic just now, he actually had an ulterior motive. He separated two strands and quietly entangled them at their feet.

The two of them changed their colors together and cursed: "This old bastard..."

Then the entire foot was invaded by the power of death, turning gray and black, and the gray and black color quickly spread upward, infecting their entire body...

When they were about to burn a stick of incense, three powerful monks were completely reduced to ashes on such an unknown hillside.

Sun Changming breathed a long sigh of relief and took back the spiritual energy, and then he was shocked to find that the word "death" with different characters had become as black as ink, and then slowly turned into a red paint sign, and the ancient demon

The one in the corpse's hand is somewhat similar, except that the upper part of the order does not write the word "kill", but the word "death" written in different characters.

After condensing the corresponding objects, Lingshuan and Xiantao can compete with each other.

This spiritual acupoint finally became "harmonious".

The little loach poked its head out from the river surface and shook its head for a while, as if it was mocking its elder brother. The scene was frightening.

Sun Changming ignored him, thought for a while and quietly groped towards the location of the three people.

People in Juehu Village generally don't go out, because they live here for many years and the cold poison invades their bodies. Even if they go out, they will not survive for three years.

And if you leave the village, you will be closely monitored by the government officials.
Chapter completed!