"What?"

In just a moment, it broke through the obstruction of the White Bone Demon!

Looking at the sword light coming from the sky, the black-clothed Taoist changed his face and his hair exploded all at once. The ultimate sharp cutting feeling spread in his body.

This sword light was so sharp that it was incredible that the magical aura around him was broken almost instantly and touched his body.

In an instant, an unprecedented crisis of death filled his heart.

Talisman,

Spell,

Mana!

Move!

The Taoist in black was in tears and his magic power was crazily swelling.

However, An Qisheng's combat experience is so rich and his speed is so fast?

Not to mention the moment he stopped before, he had already fallen into a dream and learned all the methods of this Taoist priest in black!

With one knife, no matter how many magic you use, there is no room for all!

Scream~~~

In just a moment, the invisible magic power field had been cut into complete fragments by the hatchet that blessed the sword of the king's sword.

Then, the sword light was like a prison and a sea, and the Taoist in black was submerged!

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The miserable howling like a ghost broke through the night sky and echoed throughout Xiaozhang's village.

"This, this..."

Listening to the tragic cry, even though Sa Wuling hated the Taoist in black, he couldn't help but fight a cold war at this time.

I can't imagine what kind of pain this has endured to be so miserable.

Huh ~

It seemed that in just a moment, the sword light had disappeared.

Sa Wuling swallowed and looked.

The Taoist in black stood upright, but had lost his breath.

As the night wind blew, his black clothes instantly flew.

Then, large pieces of flesh and blood flowed down his limbs and torso like water.

In just a moment, it had become a blood-red skeleton!

Is this a knife?

Even though Sa Wuling had seen countless dead bodies in his life, his stomach was still nauseous and could not describe his feelings.

He looked at An Qisheng.

In the night wind, he stood with his sword. The fierce claw that the white bone demon poked out was only an inch from his back and lost control because of his master's death.

It seems to have been carefully calculated.

"Former, senior..."

Sa Wuling's scalp was numb, and he looked at An Qisheng's eyes as if he had seen ghosts and gods, and his heart was doubled in awe.

My limbs were a little weak at the moment.

This, this senior, is not a good man, he is too ruthless in his actions.

"After receiving the talisman, this level of magic power is quite interesting..."

An Qisheng glanced at the skeleton in front of him, his face was distorted and ferocious, and his soul in black-clothed Taoist who was extremely painful was thoughtful.

One sword is to kill, and a thousand swords are also to kill. He didn't think that a thousand swords would relieve his anger than a single sword.

The reason why this sword was so cruel was naturally because of the magic power and aura of this Taoist in black.

There is a saying that practitioners in this world are connected to the nine levels of heaven.

The first level of nourishing Qi, this level can only strengthen the body and prolong life, but it is at most a hundred enemies. It is as common as Sa Wuling, and there are many people who are not as good as those in the martial arts world.

But once you get the heaven to receive the talisman and step into the second level to receive the talisman, you are no longer comparable to ordinary people.

Once the magic power is condensed, the body will spontaneously produce a magic power field that is invulnerable to mortals.

This aura is not only invulnerable to swords and guns, but also automatically recovers. Therefore, An Qisheng cuts down the entire magic power aura with one sword, and naturally cuts his body cleanly.

It looks like a shaved banana.

"My body, my body! Ahhhhhh!! You are so cruel! So cruel!!!"

The Taoist in black roared with ferociousness and his soul was lengthening. He wanted to fight An Qisheng for life, but he was nailed to the ground with a casual knife.

Soul is nothing, hatchet entity.

But the actual hatchet nailed the soul of nothingness to death. This scene made Sa Wuling feel weak again.

I have seen that hatchet myself, and there is nothing magical about it.

Could it be a magic weapon?

"White bones, what's this worth compared to what you did?"

An Qisheng looked indifferent.

He had not only tried his tricks before, but had a glimpse of what he had done before.

The man killed his blood relatives, put him in a pan, took him into the oil pan, scalp, and poured him into liquid metals such as mercury... one by one, one by one, one by one, all vicious techniques that he had never seen in both worlds.

To say that he is an animal is considered an insult to the animal.

"Let me go, otherwise you will die too, you will die miserably!"

The soul of the white bones was twisted and screamed.

The bones gradually became crazy.

This is not because of a huge blow, but because there is too much resentment and bad luck in this world. The soul is in it, like water dripping into the sea of ​​ink, which is easily affected or even assimilated.

In the end, he became an evil ghost who only killed madly.

"White bones, the Great Qing Dynasty, and the native of Yantai Mansion, he learned literature when he was young, but failed. Later, he failed to practice martial arts. He lost all his money and got the incomplete secrets of the evil sect in his lostness. He has been practicing secretly for forty years...."

An Qisheng glanced at him indifferently:

"You are using your blood bones to cultivate this chapter of the Demons, right? You don't have a mother, and your father will bring you up. I think this bone is your father's!

Nowadays, you are like a relative or friend, and you have no good friends, and you have no sect inheritance. You can be said to be a lonely ghost.

What I said is correct?”

"You, you..."

The soul of the white bones trembled, sometimes stretched, sometimes leaned back, sometimes rushed up, but was nailed to the ground by the hatchet, and it was impossible to touch An Qisheng's sleeves.

"Who are you, who are you? How could you know? How could you know?"

The bones were shocked and unspeakable.

No second person knew about these things. He even forgot about some things himself. How could this person know about them?

who is he?

An Qisheng naturally would not answer. He raised his feet and held the fist-sized incense burner in his palm, swaying it casually, and was included in the violent struggle of the bones.

"Who are you?"

The incense burner trembled, and the bones roared unwillingly:

"You can't be an ordinary person, you can't!"

"Bone..."

An Qisheng's eyes rippled, and the information from Daoyitu reappeared:

【Consuming 199 points of tract force...】

[The bones are the present before and the death of life in the future)]

[Original Trajectory 1: Born in the human world in the Emperor's Heaven, Yantai Mansion of the Great Qing Dynasty, was born and defeated his mother. When he was young, he did not succeed in martial arts. Later, he obtained the incomplete secret book of the evil sect, and even the flesh and souls of his relatives were sacrificed. He received the talisman from the sky, and then traveled around and nourished a demon with the essence and blood of countless people......]

[On the 97,690th year of Emperor Tian, ​​on the eve of the Nether Palace sacrifice, he was killed by Bai Wuchang Xie Qi]

One hundred and ninety-nine points of Taoist power!

This is one of the reasons why An Qisheng left him behind.

The information collected by this bone is as high as 200, almost one-fifth of that of the Zombie King Zhu Shang. It is not necessary to think that he should have been a sensational figure in the next hundred years.

Of course, it is the original.
To be continued...