Looking inside from the window, I saw several black shadows gathering together as if they were gnawing on something. What came into my ears was the sound of teeth chewing bones, clicking like they were directly rubbing against people. eardrum.
"I... wish... I do."
An Zheng looked at the sixth undead spirit: "Then I'll ask it if it's willing. If he's not willing, I'll kill him first and leave you alone. Anyway, if you say it, If it escapes back to Gaomi, you'll be doomed. I'll get rid of the trouble for you first."
An Zheng shook his head and walked up to one of the dead spirits. Only by looking carefully can you really feel the terror of these guys. They look really ugly and couldn't be uglier. A mass of black energy was constantly twisting, and after being imprisoned by An Zheng and the others with their cultivation power, it was still struggling desperately, making a hissing sound from its mouth like a poisonous snake spitting a message. Especially the eyes on that ugly face are so fierce when looking at people, which makes people's hair stand on end.
With a pop, An Zhengduo didn't say a word, and didn't ask any questions at all. He just split open the undead at the front. I just didn't expect that the substantial chains of these undead souls were so strong that it made people's scalp numb. The long sword of the peak gold grade was not able to split the face into two pieces after being imbued with the power of cultivation.
The fifth undead made several clicking sounds in his mouth. It seemed that he had not spoken for a long time, so when he spoke, he felt awkward, as if he had almost forgotten his pronunciation. The voice was hoarse and very uncomfortable to hear.
An Zheng kicked the undead to the ground, then raised his foot and stepped on the undead's forehead. He held the handle of the knife with both hands and stabbed it down with extremely precise strokes. He poked it through the two eyes of the undead, and soon the eye sockets were stabbed in grotesque shapes. Although this undead soul didn't have its head split open, dozens of holes were poked out, and liquid that should be blood flowed from the holes all over the floor. The undead twisted on the ground a few times and then died completely.
The power of Biluo Lock lies not only in its concealment and defense, but also in its ability to pull the enemy within the control range of Biluo Lock in an instant. The reason why Huan Wan controls Bi Luosuo instead of the goddess is because Huan Wan has a unique talent. If she fights alone, it is nothing. Even Du Shaoshou cannot beat it. However, when she used her natural ability to cooperate with Biluosuo, she was almost invincible.
Those things all looked the same, a mass of black energy, only the face was substantial. There was something lying on the ground, still struggling weakly. These things were focused on "eating" the thing on the ground, and coupled with Biluosuo's powerful sealing ability, they didn't even notice that An Zheng and the others were outside.
After about two minutes, the head of the fourth undead could no longer be seen at all. There was a pile of broken stuff on the ground that looked like dumpling stuffing, mixed with skulls and other things. It looked extremely bloody, although it was not blood. red…
An Zheng straightened up and breathed a sigh of relief after checking that there was no gap in the knife. He kicked the undead body away and walked towards the second undead: "You now have the opportunity to answer questions, are you willing to take it?"
He grabbed half of the thing's face with one hand, and slashed it with the knife in his other hand. Each knife cuts precisely at the same position, which is pretty much how an ax chops firewood. One knife after another, more than a dozen chops were made in succession before the thing's head was completely cut open. The dark green liquid flowed all over the floor. The scene was bloody and terrifying.
The undead's eyes were not full of malice like the first two. Its eyes were obviously flickering, and it seemed that it was really scared. But it is obviously still struggling. Perhaps there is something more terrifying than the fear that An Zheng brings to them now.
An Zheng winked at the monkey, who nodded slightly, then looked back at Huan Wan. Although there was no communication, Huanwan immediately understood what they meant.
The undead's eyes were not full of malice like the first two. Its eyes were obviously flickering, and it seemed that it was really scared. But it is obviously still struggling. Perhaps there is something more terrifying than the fear that An Zheng brings to them now.
An Zheng looked at the sixth undead spirit: "Then I'll ask it if it's willing. If he's not willing, I'll kill him first and leave you alone. Anyway, if you say it, If it escapes back to Gaomi, you'll be doomed. I'll get rid of the trouble for you first."
The duration of Huan Wan's innate skill depends on the strength of the enemy. Because these undead souls have absorbed a large amount of the death energy of other undead souls, they are comparable to practitioners in the realm of true immortals. They are similar to Chen Shaobai and Du Shou Shou. Keep peace of mind low. However, they have special physiques and are in hell. If they are fought directly, they may not be able to be controlled quickly.
"I...I am willing too!"
The goddess turned around and couldn't bear to watch anymore.
Goddess: "I... I don't want to."
The power of Biluo Lock lies not only in its concealment and defense, but also in its ability to pull the enemy within the control range of Biluo Lock in an instant. The reason why Huan Wan controls Bi Luosuo instead of the goddess is because Huan Wan has a unique talent. If she fights alone, it is nothing. Even Du Shaoshou cannot beat it. However, when she used her natural ability to cooperate with Biluosuo, she was almost invincible.
He grabbed half of the thing's face with one hand, and slashed it with the knife in his other hand. Each knife cuts precisely at the same position, which is pretty much how an ax chops firewood. One knife after another, more than a dozen chops were made in succession before the thing's head was completely cut open. The dark green liquid flowed all over the floor. The scene was bloody and terrifying.
Huan Wan screamed in fright, turned her head and didn't want to look anymore.
The long knife in An Zheng's hand pierced the undead's left eye socket, and with a pop, the sword pierced through the back of the head. An Zheng turned his wrist, and the knife more than doubled the size of his eye socket like a rapidly rotating drill. The dead spirit let out a wailing sound, which stung people's ears with pain. Although they didn't look back, the goddess and Huan Wan probably knew what An Zheng was doing. Both of their faces were a little pale, especially Huan Wan's lips were trembling.
An Zheng dragged the knife towards the third undead, and the knife drew a mark on the ground.
The fifth undead made several clicking sounds in his mouth. It seemed that he had not spoken for a long time, so when he spoke, he felt awkward, as if he had almost forgotten his pronunciation. The voice was hoarse and very uncomfortable to hear.
Huan Wan was so frightened that her shoulders were shaking, and her voice was as low as a mosquito flying over: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, is he, is he done?"
The moment Huan Wan nodded, she took the Biluo Lock and jumped in through the window. At the same time, Monkey and An Zheng directly smashed the wall in front of them. Several people entered together, and at that moment, the powerful suction force of Biluo Lock sucked in all the undead souls in the room.
What was flying at this time was definitely not sawdust, but the skull of the undead. One cut was made to make a hole, then another cut was made to widen the hole, and then the cut was cut again and again, and the fragments of the skull were scattered. The undead fell to the ground and twitched constantly. An Zheng seemed to have turned into a demon and had no intention of stopping.
However, Huanwan's talent is part race and part life and death. If the opponent is someone who far exceeds Huan Wan's strength, such as a powerful person at the level of Immortal Master, the control time may not even last ten thousandths of a second.
"Now it is your turn."
Goddess: "I... I don't want to."
Huan Wan had an expression on her face that I had never seen before, quite disdainful.
They quickly withdrew from the town, then exited the portal and found a relatively private place on the mountain.
After subduing these undead, An Zheng and the others quickly withdrew, because both An Zheng and Monkey felt that there were more terrifying existences in this small town. Compared with that aura, these undead spirits in the ghost yamen are nothing worth mentioning.
The moment the undead entered the Biluo Lock, Huanwan held the Biluo Lock tightly with both hands, and purple light shone in both hands.
An Zheng seemed to be tired, so he chopped the fourth undead's head into minced meat, straightened up and stretched his arms. Then he looked at the five undead spirits and strode over: "That's all, since you are all hard-nosed, I will help you, and I won't ask any more questions."
Huan Wan had an expression on her face that I had never seen before, quite disdainful.
An Zheng walked towards the fourth undead with a knife, and said as he walked: "I have killed three, and there are three more. It doesn't matter even if you don't want to answer. Anyway, killing three is a killing, and killing six is also a killing." kill."
An Zheng winked at the monkey, who nodded slightly, then looked back at Huan Wan. Although there was no communication, Huanwan immediately understood what they meant.
They quickly withdrew from the town, then exited the portal and found a relatively private place on the mountain.
An Zheng twisted the knife back and forth a few times, and then pulled it out. The undead opened its mouth and hissed in pain, but it could no longer make much sound.
"Oh, you do?"
An Zheng kicked the undead to the ground, then raised his foot and stepped on the undead's forehead. He held the handle of the knife with both hands and stabbed it down with extremely precise strokes. He poked it through the two eyes of the undead, and soon the eye sockets were stabbed in grotesque shapes. Although this undead soul didn't have its head split open, dozens of holes were poked out, and liquid that should be blood flowed from the holes all over the floor. The undead twisted on the ground a few times and then died completely.
With a buzzing sound, all the undead within the control range of Biluosuo were suppressed for a tenth of a second. In this tenth of a second, these undead souls turned into rigid stones, unable to move or resist.
What was flying at this time was definitely not sawdust, but the skull of the undead. One cut was made to make a hole, then another cut was made to widen the hole, and then the cut was cut again and again, and the fragments of the skull were scattered. The undead fell to the ground and twitched constantly. An Zheng seemed to have turned into a demon and had no intention of stopping.
"You're disqualified."
At this moment, An Zheng and Monkey shot at the same time, one tenth of a second was enough.
An Zheng pulled out the long sword of peak gold quality and poured his cultivation power into the long sword. He already had the power of death in his body. After the power entered the blade, a faint layer of black energy appeared on the blade.
After catching it, they quickly retreated. The few people had a tacit understanding as if they had cooperated countless times. In fact, this is exactly the kind of body that has reached this level of strength, and the thinking is similar. The goddess deliberately broke off, making sure that no one would notice and then stayed in the last position.
The duration of Huan Wan's innate skill depends on the strength of the enemy. Because these undead souls have absorbed a large amount of the death energy of other undead souls, they are comparable to practitioners in the realm of true immortals. They are similar to Chen Shaobai and Du Shou Shou. Keep peace of mind low. However, they have special physiques and are in hell. If they are fought directly, they may not be able to be controlled quickly.
The undead's eyes were not full of malice like the first two. Its eyes were obviously flickering, and it seemed that it was really scared. But it is obviously still struggling. Perhaps there is something more terrifying than the fear that An Zheng brings to them now.
They quickly withdrew from the town, then exited the portal and found a relatively private place on the mountain.
"ah!"
What was flying at this time was definitely not sawdust, but the skull of the undead. One cut was made to make a hole, then another cut was made to widen the hole, and then the cut was cut again and again, and the fragments of the skull were scattered. The undead fell to the ground and twitched constantly. An Zheng seemed to have turned into a demon and had no intention of stopping.
However, Huanwan's talent is part race and part life and death. If the opponent is someone who far exceeds Huan Wan's strength, such as a powerful person at the level of Immortal Master, the control time may not even last ten thousandths of a second.
The duration of Huan Wan's innate skill depends on the strength of the enemy. Because these undead souls have absorbed a large amount of the death energy of other undead souls, they are comparable to practitioners in the realm of true immortals. They are similar to Chen Shaobai and Du Shou Shou. Keep peace of mind low. However, they have special physiques and are in hell. If they are fought directly, they may not be able to be controlled quickly.
"You're disqualified."
Huanwan: "I dare not look back."
Huan Wan was so frightened that her shoulders were shaking, and her voice was as low as a mosquito flying over: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, is he, is he done?"
At this moment, An Zheng and Monkey shot at the same time, one tenth of a second was enough.
"companion."
An Zheng kicked the undead to the ground, then raised his foot and stepped on the undead's forehead. He held the handle of the knife with both hands and stabbed it down with extremely precise strokes. He poked it through the two eyes of the undead, and soon the eye sockets were stabbed in grotesque shapes. Although this undead soul didn't have its head split open, dozens of holes were poked out, and liquid that should be blood flowed from the holes all over the floor. The undead twisted on the ground a few times and then died completely.
An Zheng seemed to be tired, so he chopped the fourth undead's head into minced meat, straightened up and stretched his arms. Then he looked at the five undead spirits and strode over: "That's all, since you are all hard-nosed, I will help you, and I won't ask any more questions."
After subduing these undead, An Zheng and the others quickly withdrew, because both An Zheng and Monkey felt that there were more terrifying existences in this small town. Compared with that aura, these undead spirits in the ghost yamen are nothing worth mentioning.
An Zheng kicked the undead to the ground, then raised his foot and stepped on the undead's forehead. He held the handle of the knife with both hands and stabbed it down with extremely precise strokes. He poked it through the two eyes of the undead, and soon the eye sockets were stabbed in grotesque shapes. Although this undead soul didn't have its head split open, dozens of holes were poked out, and liquid that should be blood flowed from the holes all over the floor. The undead twisted on the ground a few times and then died completely.
Huanwan: "I dare not look back."
The goddess turned around and couldn't bear to watch anymore.
After catching it, they quickly retreated. The few people had a tacit understanding as if they had cooperated countless times. In fact, this is exactly the kind of body that has reached this level of strength, and the thinking is similar. The goddess deliberately broke off, making sure that no one would notice and then stayed in the last position.
An Zheng glanced at the subdued undead, then looked back at Huan Wan and the goddess: "When you ask them about things, you will be more cruel, so you two can turn away and don't look at them."
The dead spirit looked at An Zheng with hatred in his eyes. It struggled upwards, opened its mouth wide and roared at An Zheng.
Huan Wan screamed in fright, turned her head and didn't want to look anymore.
After subduing these undead, An Zheng and the others quickly withdrew, because both An Zheng and Monkey felt that there were more terrifying existences in this small town. Compared with that aura, these undead spirits in the ghost yamen are nothing worth mentioning.
"I... wish... I do."
An Zheng looked at the sixth undead spirit: "Then I'll ask it if it's willing. If he's not willing, I'll kill him first and leave you alone. Anyway, if you say it, If it escapes back to Gaomi, you'll be doomed. I'll get rid of the trouble for you first."
An Zheng pulled out the long sword of peak gold quality and poured his cultivation power into the long sword. He already had the power of death in his body. After the power entered the blade, a faint layer of black energy appeared on the blade.
Huan Wan had an expression on her face that I had never seen before, quite disdainful.
They quickly withdrew from the town, then exited the portal and found a relatively private place on the mountain.
"You're disqualified."
The moment the undead entered the Biluo Lock, Huanwan held the Biluo Lock tightly with both hands, and purple light shone in both hands.
The dead spirit looked at An Zheng with hatred in his eyes. It struggled upwards, opened its mouth wide and roared at An Zheng.
"Can't cut it open?"
An Zheng kicked the undead to the ground, then raised his foot and stepped on the undead's forehead. He held the handle of the knife with both hands and stabbed it down with extremely precise strokes. He poked it through the two eyes of the undead, and soon the eye sockets were stabbed in grotesque shapes. Although this undead soul didn't have its head split open, dozens of holes were poked out, and liquid that should be blood flowed from the holes all over the floor. The undead twisted on the ground a few times and then died completely.
"Did you see what you were chewing on?"
"Now it is your turn."
An Zheng winked at the monkey, who nodded slightly, then looked back at Huan Wan. Although there was no communication, Huanwan immediately understood what they meant.
The sixth undead shouted hoarsely. There was no fierceness or resentment in his eyes, only fear. This is the first time they have seen a living person who is not afraid of the undead, and their methods are much crueler than their undead torturing people.
An Zheng walked towards the fourth undead with a knife, and said as he walked: "I have killed three, and there are three more. It doesn't matter even if you don't want to answer. Anyway, killing three is a killing, and killing six is also a killing." kill."
"companion."
An Zheng kicked the undead to the ground, then raised his foot and stepped on the undead's forehead. He held the handle of the knife with both hands and stabbed it down with extremely precise strokes. He poked it through the two eyes of the undead, and soon the eye sockets were stabbed in grotesque shapes. Although this undead soul didn't have its head split open, dozens of holes were poked out, and liquid that should be blood flowed from the holes all over the floor. The undead twisted on the ground a few times and then died completely.
The power of Biluo Lock lies not only in its concealment and defense, but also in its ability to pull the enemy within the control range of Biluo Lock in an instant. The reason why Huan Wan controls Bi Luosuo instead of the goddess is because Huan Wan has a unique talent. If she fights alone, it is nothing. Even Du Shaoshou cannot beat it. However, when she used her natural ability to cooperate with Biluosuo, she was almost invincible.
"Oh, you do?"
An Zheng glanced at the subdued undead, then looked back at Huan Wan and the goddess: "When you ask them about things, you will be more cruel, so you two can turn away and don't look at them."
The moment Huan Wan nodded, she took the Biluo Lock and jumped in through the window. At the same time, Monkey and An Zheng directly smashed the wall in front of them. Several people entered together, and at that moment, the powerful suction force of Biluo Lock sucked in all the undead souls in the room.
"Did you see what you were chewing on?"
An Zheng walked towards the fourth undead with a knife, and said as he walked: "I have killed three, and there are three more. It doesn't matter even if you don't want to answer. Anyway, killing three is a killing, and killing six is also a killing." kill."
An Zheng pulled out the long sword of peak gold quality and poured his cultivation power into the long sword. He already had the power of death in his body. After the power entered the blade, a faint layer of black energy appeared on the blade.
"You're disqualified."
An Zheng raised his knife and placed it on the undead's head: "I know you guys can talk and understand what I say. I'll give you a chance to see if you are willing to answer my question."
Huan Wan was so frightened that her shoulders were shaking, and her voice was as low as a mosquito flying over: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, is he, is he done?"
Huan Wan had an expression on her face that I had never seen before, quite disdainful.
With a pop, An Zhengduo didn't say a word, and didn't ask any questions at all. He just split open the undead at the front. I just didn't expect that the substantial chains of these undead souls were so strong that it made people's scalp numb. The long sword of the peak gold grade was not able to split the face into two pieces after being imbued with the power of cultivation.
Looking inside from the window, I saw several black shadows gathering together as if they were gnawing on something. What came into my ears was the sound of teeth chewing bones, clicking like they were directly rubbing against people. eardrum.
Huan Wan had an expression on her face that I had never seen before, quite disdainful.
"companion."
An Zheng shook his head and walked up to one of the dead spirits. Only by looking carefully can you really feel the terror of these guys. They look really ugly and couldn't be uglier. A mass of black energy was constantly twisting, and after being imprisoned by An Zheng and the others with their cultivation power, it was still struggling desperately, making a hissing sound from its mouth like a poisonous snake spitting a message. Especially the eyes on that ugly face are so fierce when looking at people, which makes people's hair stand on end.
What was flying at this time was definitely not sawdust, but the skull of the undead. One cut was made to make a hole, then another cut was made to widen the hole, and then the cut was cut again and again, and the fragments of the skull were scattered. The undead fell to the ground and twitched constantly. An Zheng seemed to have turned into a demon and had no intention of stopping.
The moment the undead entered the Biluo Lock, Huanwan held the Biluo Lock tightly with both hands, and purple light shone in both hands.
"Did you see what you were chewing on?"
"You're disqualified."
"I want to ask you a few things, but you won't cooperate."
The fifth undead made several clicking sounds in his mouth. It seemed that he had not spoken for a long time, so when he spoke, he felt awkward, as if he had almost forgotten his pronunciation. The voice was hoarse and very uncomfortable to hear.
He grabbed half of the thing's face with one hand, and slashed it with the knife in his other hand. Each knife cuts precisely at the same position, which is pretty much how an ax chops firewood. One knife after another, more than a dozen chops were made in succession before the thing's head was completely cut open. The dark green liquid flowed all over the floor. The scene was bloody and terrifying.
An Zheng twisted the knife back and forth a few times, and then pulled it out. The undead opened its mouth and hissed in pain, but it could no longer make much sound.
"You're disqualified."
An Zheng pulled out the long sword of peak gold quality and poured his cultivation power into the long sword. He already had the power of death in his body. After the power entered the blade, a faint layer of black energy appeared on the blade.
An Zheng sighed: "You also lost your chance."
Huanwan: "I dare not look back."
"I want to ask you a few things, but you won't cooperate."
An Zheng shook his head and walked up to one of the dead spirits. Only by looking carefully can you really feel the terror of these guys. They look really ugly and couldn't be uglier. A mass of black energy was constantly twisting, and after being imprisoned by An Zheng and the others with their cultivation power, it was still struggling desperately, making a hissing sound from its mouth like a poisonous snake spitting a message. Especially the eyes on that ugly face are so fierce when looking at people, which makes people's hair stand on end.
"I want to ask you a few things, but you won't cooperate."
With a pop, An Zhengduo didn't say a word, and didn't ask any questions at all. He just split open the undead at the front. I just didn't expect that the substantial chains of these undead souls were so strong that it made people's scalp numb. The long sword of the peak gold grade was not able to split the face into two pieces after being imbued with the power of cultivation.
With a pop, An Zhengduo didn't say a word, and didn't ask any questions at all. He just split open the undead at the front. I just didn't expect that the substantial chains of these undead souls were so strong that it made people's scalp numb. The long sword of the peak gold grade was not able to split the face into two pieces after being imbued with the power of cultivation.
With a buzzing sound, all the undead within the control range of Biluosuo were suppressed for a tenth of a second. In this tenth of a second, these undead souls turned into rigid stones, unable to move or resist.
Huanwan: "I dare not look back."
The undead's eyes were not full of malice like the first two. Its eyes were obviously flickering, and it seemed that it was really scared. But it is obviously still struggling. Perhaps there is something more terrifying than the fear that An Zheng brings to them now.
"You shouldn't hesitate."
The knife stuck in the nose of the face, and the upper part of the face was already open. The blade was stuck in the upper jaw and teeth. The upper part was cut open, the head was separated to both sides, and a stream of dark green stuff flowed out. An Zheng's knife moved back and forth several times, but it got stuck very firmly.
With a pop, An Zhengduo didn't say a word, and didn't ask any questions at all. He just split open the undead at the front. I just didn't expect that the substantial chains of these undead souls were so strong that it made people's scalp numb. The long sword of the peak gold grade was not able to split the face into two pieces after being imbued with the power of cultivation.
However, Huanwan's talent is part race and part life and death. If the opponent is someone who far exceeds Huan Wan's strength, such as a powerful person at the level of Immortal Master, the control time may not even last ten thousandths of a second.
An Zheng dragged the knife towards the third undead, and the knife drew a mark on the ground.
He didn't ask any more questions this time: "Would you like to answer a few questions for me?" Instead, he went up and kicked the fourth undead over, and then he slashed like crazy with a knife in both hands. This time the chop was more brutal. How can I describe the feeling... It was like chopping firewood with a hatchet, but the hatchet was not very sharp so it couldn't be chopped directly with one cut. Instead, it was struck one by one, causing sawdust to fly.
The two dead souls trembled at the same time, and were filled with fear when they looked at An Zheng.
After pulling out the knife, An Zheng didn't stop.
"What the hell, it's so hard."
The undead wailed because of the severe pain. If Biluosuo's sealing ability wasn't so strong, the sound might have spread dozens of miles away. An Zheng stepped on the undead's head and pulled out the long knife. The sound of the knife rubbing against the bones gave rise to goosebumps.
An Zheng sighed: "You also lost your chance."
"What the hell, it's so hard."
An Zheng raised his knife and placed it on the undead's head: "I know you guys can talk and understand what I say. I'll give you a chance to see if you are willing to answer my question."
"What the hell, it's so hard."
"I... wish... I do."
The undead wailed because of the severe pain. If Biluosuo's sealing ability wasn't so strong, the sound might have spread dozens of miles away. An Zheng stepped on the undead's head and pulled out the long knife. The sound of the knife rubbing against the bones gave rise to goosebumps.
The duration of Huan Wan's innate skill depends on the strength of the enemy. Because these undead souls have absorbed a large amount of the death energy of other undead souls, they are comparable to practitioners in the realm of true immortals. They are similar to Chen Shaobai and Du Shou Shou. Keep peace of mind low. However, they have special physiques and are in hell. If they are fought directly, they may not be able to be controlled quickly.
"You're disqualified."
After pulling out the knife, An Zheng didn't stop.
Huanwan: "I dare not look back."
An Zheng shook his head and walked up to one of the dead spirits. Only by looking carefully can you really feel the terror of these guys. They look really ugly and couldn't be uglier. A mass of black energy was constantly twisting, and after being imprisoned by An Zheng and the others with their cultivation power, it was still struggling desperately, making a hissing sound from its mouth like a poisonous snake spitting a message. Especially the eyes on that ugly face are so fierce when looking at people, which makes people's hair stand on end.
An Zheng called Monkey and the others over. They discussed the problem and then went separately to question the two undead spirits.
After about two minutes, the head of the fourth undead could no longer be seen at all. There was a pile of broken stuff on the ground that looked like dumpling stuffing, mixed with skulls and other things. It looked extremely bloody, although it was not blood. red…
An Zheng dragged the knife towards the third undead, and the knife drew a mark on the ground.
"ah!"
"companion."
"Can't cut it open?"
After pulling out the knife, An Zheng didn't stop.
The dead spirit looked at An Zheng with hatred in his eyes. It struggled upwards, opened its mouth wide and roared at An Zheng.
"companion."
An Zheng seemed to be tired, so he chopped the fourth undead's head into minced meat, straightened up and stretched his arms. Then he looked at the five undead spirits and strode over: "That's all, since you are all hard-nosed, I will help you, and I won't ask any more questions."
The moment Huan Wan nodded, she took the Biluo Lock and jumped in through the window. At the same time, Monkey and An Zheng directly smashed the wall in front of them. Several people entered together, and at that moment, the powerful suction force of Biluo Lock sucked in all the undead souls in the room.
An Zheng winked at the monkey, who nodded slightly, then looked back at Huan Wan. Although there was no communication, Huanwan immediately understood what they meant.
At this moment, An Zheng and Monkey shot at the same time, one tenth of a second was enough.
He grabbed half of the thing's face with one hand, and slashed it with the knife in his other hand. Each knife cuts precisely at the same position, which is pretty much how an ax chops firewood. One knife after another, more than a dozen chops were made in succession before the thing's head was completely cut open. The dark green liquid flowed all over the floor. The scene was bloody and terrifying.
The moment Huan Wan nodded, she took the Biluo Lock and jumped in through the window. At the same time, Monkey and An Zheng directly smashed the wall in front of them. Several people entered together, and at that moment, the powerful suction force of Biluo Lock sucked in all the undead souls in the room.
"ah!"
"ah!"
"I want to ask you a few things, but you won't cooperate."
The duration of Huan Wan's innate skill depends on the strength of the enemy. Because these undead souls have absorbed a large amount of the death energy of other undead souls, they are comparable to practitioners in the realm of true immortals. They are similar to Chen Shaobai and Du Shou Shou. Keep peace of mind low. However, they have special physiques and are in hell. If they are fought directly, they may not be able to be controlled quickly.
Looking inside from the window, I saw several black shadows gathering together as if they were gnawing on something. What came into my ears was the sound of teeth chewing bones, clicking like they were directly rubbing against people. eardrum.
The power of Biluo Lock lies not only in its concealment and defense, but also in its ability to pull the enemy within the control range of Biluo Lock in an instant. The reason why Huan Wan controls Bi Luosuo instead of the goddess is because Huan Wan has a unique talent. If she fights alone, it is nothing. Even Du Shaoshou cannot beat it. However, when she used her natural ability to cooperate with Biluosuo, she was almost invincible.
An Zheng raised his knife and placed it on the undead's head: "I know you guys can talk and understand what I say. I'll give you a chance to see if you are willing to answer my question."
Huan Wan screamed in fright, turned her head and didn't want to look anymore.
Huan Wan had an expression on her face that I had never seen before, quite disdainful.
An Zheng shook his head and walked up to one of the dead spirits. Only by looking carefully can you really feel the terror of these guys. They look really ugly and couldn't be uglier. A mass of black energy was constantly twisting, and after being imprisoned by An Zheng and the others with their cultivation power, it was still struggling desperately, making a hissing sound from its mouth like a poisonous snake spitting a message. Especially the eyes on that ugly face are so fierce when looking at people, which makes people's hair stand on end.
"companion."
An Zheng seemed to be tired, so he chopped the fourth undead's head into minced meat, straightened up and stretched his arms. Then he looked at the five undead spirits and strode over: "That's all, since you are all hard-nosed, I will help you, and I won't ask any more questions."
An Zheng straightened up and breathed a sigh of relief after checking that there was no gap in the knife. He kicked the undead body away and walked towards the second undead: "You now have the opportunity to answer questions, are you willing to take it?"
An Zheng raised his knife and placed it on the undead's head: "I know you guys can talk and understand what I say. I'll give you a chance to see if you are willing to answer my question."
An Zheng winked at the monkey, who nodded slightly, then looked back at Huan Wan. Although there was no communication, Huanwan immediately understood what they meant.
An Zheng straightened up and breathed a sigh of relief after checking that there was no gap in the knife. He kicked the undead body away and walked towards the second undead: "You now have the opportunity to answer questions, are you willing to take it?"
The undead's eyes were not full of malice like the first two. Its eyes were obviously flickering, and it seemed that it was really scared. But it is obviously still struggling. Perhaps there is something more terrifying than the fear that An Zheng brings to them now.
However, Huanwan's talent is part race and part life and death. If the opponent is someone who far exceeds Huan Wan's strength, such as a powerful person at the level of Immortal Master, the control time may not even last ten thousandths of a second.
Huanwan: "I dare not look back."
After about two minutes, the head of the fourth undead could no longer be seen at all. There was a pile of broken stuff on the ground that looked like dumpling stuffing, mixed with skulls and other things. It looked extremely bloody, although it was not blood. red…
Huan Wan had an expression on her face that I had never seen before, quite disdainful.
Goddess: "I... I don't want to."
The dead spirit looked at An Zheng with hatred in his eyes. It struggled upwards, opened its mouth wide and roared at An Zheng.
Looking inside from the window, I saw several black shadows gathering together as if they were gnawing on something. What came into my ears was the sound of teeth chewing bones, clicking like they were directly rubbing against people. eardrum.
An Zheng called Monkey and the others over. They discussed the problem and then went separately to question the two undead spirits.
Goddess: "I... don't know."
Huan Wan screamed in fright, turned her head and didn't want to look anymore.
"You're disqualified."
An Zheng pulled out the long sword of peak gold quality and poured his cultivation power into the long sword. He already had the power of death in his body. After the power entered the blade, a faint layer of black energy appeared on the blade.
With a pop, An Zheng thrust the long knife into the undead's mouth. The blade twisted back and forth in the mouth a few times, and the tongue inside was minced, and minced meat and dark green liquid poured out of the mouth one after another.
"I... wish... I do."
Huan Wan had an expression on her face that I had never seen before, quite disdainful.
"What the hell, it's so hard."
Looking inside from the window, I saw several black shadows gathering together as if they were gnawing on something. What came into my ears was the sound of teeth chewing bones, clicking like they were directly rubbing against people. eardrum.
An Zheng winked at the monkey, who nodded slightly, then looked back at Huan Wan. Although there was no communication, Huanwan immediately understood what they meant.
Huan Wan was so frightened that her shoulders were shaking, and her voice was as low as a mosquito flying over: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, is he, is he done?"
The moment Huan Wan nodded, she took the Biluo Lock and jumped in through the window. At the same time, Monkey and An Zheng directly smashed the wall in front of them. Several people entered together, and at that moment, the powerful suction force of Biluo Lock sucked in all the undead souls in the room.
An Zheng called Monkey and the others over. They discussed the problem and then went separately to question the two undead spirits.
The goddess turned around and couldn't bear to watch anymore.
"What the hell, it's so hard."
With a buzzing sound, all the undead within the control range of Biluosuo were suppressed for a tenth of a second. In this tenth of a second, these undead souls turned into rigid stones, unable to move or resist.
He grabbed half of the thing's face with one hand, and slashed it with the knife in his other hand. Each knife cuts precisely at the same position, which is pretty much how an ax chops firewood. One knife after another, more than a dozen chops were made in succession before the thing's head was completely cut open. The dark green liquid flowed all over the floor. The scene was bloody and terrifying.
After about two minutes, the head of the fourth undead could no longer be seen at all. There was a pile of broken stuff on the ground that looked like dumpling stuffing, mixed with skulls and other things. It looked extremely bloody, although it was not blood. red…
An Zheng twisted the knife back and forth a few times, and then pulled it out. The undead opened its mouth and hissed in pain, but it could no longer make much sound.
An Zheng raised his knife and placed it on the undead's head: "I know you guys can talk and understand what I say. I'll give you a chance to see if you are willing to answer my question."
The dead spirit looked at An Zheng with hatred in his eyes. It struggled upwards, opened its mouth wide and roared at An Zheng.
With a pop, An Zheng thrust the long knife into the undead's mouth. The blade twisted back and forth in the mouth a few times, and the tongue inside was minced, and minced meat and dark green liquid poured out of the mouth one after another.
What was flying at this time was definitely not sawdust, but the skull of the undead. One cut was made to make a hole, then another cut was made to widen the hole, and then the cut was cut again and again, and the fragments of the skull were scattered. The undead fell to the ground and twitched constantly. An Zheng seemed to have turned into a demon and had no intention of stopping.
The undead's eyes were not full of malice like the first two. Its eyes were obviously flickering, and it seemed that it was really scared. But it is obviously still struggling. Perhaps there is something more terrifying than the fear that An Zheng brings to them now.
"You're disqualified."
Goddess: "I... don't know."
With a buzzing sound, all the undead within the control range of Biluosuo were suppressed for a tenth of a second. In this tenth of a second, these undead souls turned into rigid stones, unable to move or resist.
Goddess: "I... I don't want to."
"What the hell, it's so hard."
Goddess: "I... don't know."
However, Huanwan's talent is part race and part life and death. If the opponent is someone who far exceeds Huan Wan's strength, such as a powerful person at the level of Immortal Master, the control time may not even last ten thousandths of a second.
An Zheng called Monkey and the others over. They discussed the problem and then went separately to question the two undead spirits.
The long knife in An Zheng's hand pierced the undead's left eye socket, and with a pop, the sword pierced through the back of the head. An Zheng turned his wrist, and the knife more than doubled the size of his eye socket like a rapidly rotating drill. The dead spirit let out a wailing sound, which stung people's ears with pain. Although they didn't look back, the goddess and Huan Wan probably knew what An Zheng was doing. Both of their faces were a little pale, especially Huan Wan's lips were trembling.
An Zheng kicked the undead to the ground, then raised his foot and stepped on the undead's forehead. He held the handle of the knife with both hands and stabbed it down with extremely precise strokes. He poked it through the two eyes of the undead, and soon the eye sockets were stabbed in grotesque shapes. Although this undead soul didn't have its head split open, dozens of holes were poked out, and liquid that should be blood flowed from the holes all over the floor. The undead twisted on the ground a few times and then died completely.
An Zheng shook his head and walked up to one of the dead spirits. Only by looking carefully can you really feel the terror of these guys. They look really ugly and couldn't be uglier. A mass of black energy was constantly twisting, and after being imprisoned by An Zheng and the others with their cultivation power, it was still struggling desperately, making a hissing sound from its mouth like a poisonous snake spitting a message. Especially the eyes on that ugly face are so fierce when looking at people, which makes people's hair stand on end.
Huanwan: "I dare not look back."
The moment the undead entered the Biluo Lock, Huanwan held the Biluo Lock tightly with both hands, and purple light shone in both hands.
An Zheng dragged the knife towards the third undead, and the knife drew a mark on the ground.
Those things all looked the same, a mass of black energy, only the face was substantial. There was something lying on the ground, still struggling weakly. These things were focused on "eating" the thing on the ground, and coupled with Biluosuo's powerful sealing ability, they didn't even notice that An Zheng and the others were outside.
An Zheng dragged the knife towards the third undead, and the knife drew a mark on the ground.
The undead's eyes were not full of malice like the first two. Its eyes were obviously flickering, and it seemed that it was really scared. But it is obviously still struggling. Perhaps there is something more terrifying than the fear that An Zheng brings to them now.
An Zheng shook his head and walked up to one of the dead spirits. Only by looking carefully can you really feel the terror of these guys. They look really ugly and couldn't be uglier. A mass of black energy was constantly twisting, and after being imprisoned by An Zheng and the others with their cultivation power, it was still struggling desperately, making a hissing sound from its mouth like a poisonous snake spitting a message. Especially the eyes on that ugly face are so fierce when looking at people, which makes people's hair stand on end.
"Now it is your turn."
The undead wailed because of the severe pain. If Biluosuo's sealing ability wasn't so strong, the sound might have spread dozens of miles away. An Zheng stepped on the undead's head and pulled out the long knife. The sound of the knife rubbing against the bones gave rise to goosebumps.
"ah!"
An Zheng glanced at the subdued undead, then looked back at Huan Wan and the goddess: "When you ask them about things, you will be more cruel, so you two can turn away and don't look at them."
An Zheng raised his knife and placed it on the undead's head: "I know you guys can talk and understand what I say. I'll give you a chance to see if you are willing to answer my question."
Huanwan: "I dare not look back."
Huan Wan screamed in fright, turned her head and didn't want to look anymore.
An Zheng dragged the knife towards the third undead, and the knife drew a mark on the ground.
The sixth undead shouted hoarsely. There was no fierceness or resentment in his eyes, only fear. This is the first time they have seen a living person who is not afraid of the undead, and their methods are much crueler than their undead torturing people.
An Zheng raised his knife and placed it on the undead's head: "I know you guys can talk and understand what I say. I'll give you a chance to see if you are willing to answer my question."
An Zheng winked at the monkey, who nodded slightly, then looked back at Huan Wan. Although there was no communication, Huanwan immediately understood what they meant.
"I...I am willing too!"
The undead's eyes were not full of malice like the first two. Its eyes were obviously flickering, and it seemed that it was really scared. But it is obviously still struggling. Perhaps there is something more terrifying than the fear that An Zheng brings to them now.
With a buzzing sound, all the undead within the control range of Biluosuo were suppressed for a tenth of a second. In this tenth of a second, these undead souls turned into rigid stones, unable to move or resist.
At this moment, An Zheng and Monkey shot at the same time, one tenth of a second was enough.
Huan Wan was so frightened that her shoulders were shaking, and her voice was as low as a mosquito flying over: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, is he, is he done?"
An Zheng kicked the undead to the ground, then raised his foot and stepped on the undead's forehead. He held the handle of the knife with both hands and stabbed it down with extremely precise strokes. He poked it through the two eyes of the undead, and soon the eye sockets were stabbed in grotesque shapes. Although this undead soul didn't have its head split open, dozens of holes were poked out, and liquid that should be blood flowed from the holes all over the floor. The undead twisted on the ground a few times and then died completely.
After about two minutes, the head of the fourth undead could no longer be seen at all. There was a pile of broken stuff on the ground that looked like dumpling stuffing, mixed with skulls and other things. It looked extremely bloody, although it was not blood. red…
An Zheng raised his knife and placed it on the undead's head: "I know you guys can talk and understand what I say. I'll give you a chance to see if you are willing to answer my question."
An Zheng sighed: "You also lost your chance."
"You shouldn't hesitate."
The undead wailed because of the severe pain. If Biluosuo's sealing ability wasn't so strong, the sound might have spread dozens of miles away. An Zheng stepped on the undead's head and pulled out the long knife. The sound of the knife rubbing against the bones gave rise to goosebumps.
An Zheng glanced at the subdued undead, then looked back at Huan Wan and the goddess: "When you ask them about things, you will be more cruel, so you two can turn away and don't look at them."
With a pop, An Zheng thrust the long knife into the undead's mouth. The blade twisted back and forth in the mouth a few times, and the tongue inside was minced, and minced meat and dark green liquid poured out of the mouth one after another.
The goddess turned around and couldn't bear to watch anymore.
Huan Wan had an expression on her face that I had never seen before, quite disdainful.
An Zheng sighed: "You also lost your chance."
The moment the undead entered the Biluo Lock, Huanwan held the Biluo Lock tightly with both hands, and purple light shone in both hands.
With a pop, An Zheng thrust the long knife into the undead's mouth. The blade twisted back and forth in the mouth a few times, and the tongue inside was minced, and minced meat and dark green liquid poured out of the mouth one after another.
An Zheng glanced at the subdued undead, then looked back at Huan Wan and the goddess: "When you ask them about things, you will be more cruel, so you two can turn away and don't look at them."
The power of Biluo Lock lies not only in its concealment and defense, but also in its ability to pull the enemy within the control range of Biluo Lock in an instant. The reason why Huan Wan controls Bi Luosuo instead of the goddess is because Huan Wan has a unique talent. If she fights alone, it is nothing. Even Du Shaoshou cannot beat it. However, when she used her natural ability to cooperate with Biluosuo, she was almost invincible.
An Zheng dragged the knife towards the third undead, and the knife drew a mark on the ground.
"companion."
"Oh, you do?"
The long knife in An Zheng's hand pierced the undead's left eye socket, and with a pop, the sword pierced through the back of the head. An Zheng turned his wrist, and the knife more than doubled the size of his eye socket like a rapidly rotating drill. The dead spirit let out a wailing sound, which stung people's ears with pain. Although they didn't look back, the goddess and Huan Wan probably knew what An Zheng was doing. Both of their faces were a little pale, especially Huan Wan's lips were trembling.
With a buzzing sound, all the undead within the control range of Biluosuo were suppressed for a tenth of a second. In this tenth of a second, these undead souls turned into rigid stones, unable to move or resist.
The sixth undead shouted hoarsely. There was no fierceness or resentment in his eyes, only fear. This is the first time they have seen a living person who is not afraid of the undead, and their methods are much crueler than their undead torturing people.
"You're disqualified."
"I want to ask you a few things, but you won't cooperate."
An Zheng seemed to be tired, so he chopped the fourth undead's head into minced meat, straightened up and stretched his arms. Then he looked at the five undead spirits and strode over: "That's all, since you are all hard-nosed, I will help you, and I won't ask any more questions."
An Zheng pulled out the long sword of peak gold quality and poured his cultivation power into the long sword. He already had the power of death in his body. After the power entered the blade, a faint layer of black energy appeared on the blade.
He grabbed half of the thing's face with one hand, and slashed it with the knife in his other hand. Each knife cuts precisely at the same position, which is pretty much how an ax chops firewood. One knife after another, more than a dozen chops were made in succession before the thing's head was completely cut open. The dark green liquid flowed all over the floor. The scene was bloody and terrifying.
An Zheng pulled out the knife that was covered in the viscous liquid and stabbed it into the right eye socket. After the knife penetrated, An Zheng used the knife to pick up the undead and beat it on both sides, left and right, and beat it back and forth seven or eight times. The knife split the eye sockets and skull, and half of the thing's head fell off. There was a lot of brain-like stuff flowing out.
The dead spirit looked at An Zheng with hatred in his eyes. It struggled upwards, opened its mouth wide and roared at An Zheng.
An Zheng looked at the sixth undead spirit: "Then I'll ask it if it's willing. If he's not willing, I'll kill him first and leave you alone. Anyway, if you say it, If it escapes back to Gaomi, you'll be doomed. I'll get rid of the trouble for you first."
An Zheng twisted the knife back and forth a few times, and then pulled it out. The undead opened its mouth and hissed in pain, but it could no longer make much sound.
They quickly withdrew from the town, then exited the portal and found a relatively private place on the mountain.
The knife stuck in the nose of the face, and the upper part of the face was already open. The blade was stuck in the upper jaw and teeth. The upper part was cut open, the head was separated to both sides, and a stream of dark green stuff flowed out. An Zheng's knife moved back and forth several times, but it got stuck very firmly.
"Now it is your turn."
An Zheng walked towards the fourth undead with a knife, and said as he walked: "I have killed three, and there are three more. It doesn't matter even if you don't want to answer. Anyway, killing three is a killing, and killing six is also a killing." kill."
"I...I am willing too!"
The long knife in An Zheng's hand pierced the undead's left eye socket, and with a pop, the sword pierced through the back of the head. An Zheng turned his wrist, and the knife more than doubled the size of his eye socket like a rapidly rotating drill. The dead spirit let out a wailing sound, which stung people's ears with pain. Although they didn't look back, the goddess and Huan Wan probably knew what An Zheng was doing. Both of their faces were a little pale, especially Huan Wan's lips were trembling.
An Zheng glanced at the subdued undead, then looked back at Huan Wan and the goddess: "When you ask them about things, you will be more cruel, so you two can turn away and don't look at them."
Goddess: "I... I don't want to."
An Zheng twisted the knife back and forth a few times, and then pulled it out. The undead opened its mouth and hissed in pain, but it could no longer make much sound.
An Zheng looked at the sixth undead spirit: "Then I'll ask it if it's willing. If he's not willing, I'll kill him first and leave you alone. Anyway, if you say it, If it escapes back to Gaomi, you'll be doomed. I'll get rid of the trouble for you first."
With a pop, An Zheng thrust the long knife into the undead's mouth. The blade twisted back and forth in the mouth a few times, and the tongue inside was minced, and minced meat and dark green liquid poured out of the mouth one after another.
He didn't ask any more questions this time: "Would you like to answer a few questions for me?" Instead, he went up and kicked the fourth undead over, and then he slashed like crazy with a knife in both hands. This time the chop was more brutal. How can I describe the feeling... It was like chopping firewood with a hatchet, but the hatchet was not very sharp so it couldn't be chopped directly with one cut. Instead, it was struck one by one, causing sawdust to fly.
An Zheng glanced at the subdued undead, then looked back at Huan Wan and the goddess: "When you ask them about things, you will be more cruel, so you two can turn away and don't look at them."
An Zheng seemed to be tired, so he chopped the fourth undead's head into minced meat, straightened up and stretched his arms. Then he looked at the five undead spirits and strode over: "That's all, since you are all hard-nosed, I will help you, and I won't ask any more questions."
After catching it, they quickly retreated. The few people had a tacit understanding as if they had cooperated countless times. In fact, this is exactly the kind of body that has reached this level of strength, and the thinking is similar. The goddess deliberately broke off, making sure that no one would notice and then stayed in the last position.
"ah!"
What was flying at this time was definitely not sawdust, but the skull of the undead. One cut was made to make a hole, then another cut was made to widen the hole, and then the cut was cut again and again, and the fragments of the skull were scattered. The undead fell to the ground and twitched constantly. An Zheng seemed to have turned into a demon and had no intention of stopping.
The dead spirit looked at An Zheng with hatred in his eyes. It struggled upwards, opened its mouth wide and roared at An Zheng.
An Zheng pulled out the long sword of peak gold quality and poured his cultivation power into the long sword. He already had the power of death in his body. After the power entered the blade, a faint layer of black energy appeared on the blade.
"What the hell, it's so hard."
An Zheng called Monkey and the others over. They discussed the problem and then went separately to question the two undead spirits.
An Zheng walked towards the fourth undead with a knife, and said as he walked: "I have killed three, and there are three more. It doesn't matter even if you don't want to answer. Anyway, killing three is a killing, and killing six is also a killing." kill."
An Zheng shook his head and walked up to one of the dead spirits. Only by looking carefully can you really feel the terror of these guys. They look really ugly and couldn't be uglier. A mass of black energy was constantly twisting, and after being imprisoned by An Zheng and the others with their cultivation power, it was still struggling desperately, making a hissing sound from its mouth like a poisonous snake spitting a message. Especially the eyes on that ugly face are so fierce when looking at people, which makes people's hair stand on end.
The undead's eyes were not full of malice like the first two. Its eyes were obviously flickering, and it seemed that it was really scared. But it is obviously still struggling. Perhaps there is something more terrifying than the fear that An Zheng brings to them now.
After about two minutes, the head of the fourth undead could no longer be seen at all. There was a pile of broken stuff on the ground that looked like dumpling stuffing, mixed with skulls and other things. It looked extremely bloody, although it was not blood. red…
Huanwan: "I dare not look back."
The dead spirit looked at An Zheng with hatred in his eyes. It struggled upwards, opened its mouth wide and roared at An Zheng.
An Zheng walked towards the fourth undead with a knife, and said as he walked: "I have killed three, and there are three more. It doesn't matter even if you don't want to answer. Anyway, killing three is a killing, and killing six is also a killing." kill."
The two dead souls trembled at the same time, and were filled with fear when they looked at An Zheng.
After about two minutes, the head of the fourth undead could no longer be seen at all. There was a pile of broken stuff on the ground that looked like dumpling stuffing, mixed with skulls and other things. It looked extremely bloody, although it was not blood. red…
The undead wailed because of the severe pain. If Biluosuo's sealing ability wasn't so strong, the sound might have spread dozens of miles away. An Zheng stepped on the undead's head and pulled out the long knife. The sound of the knife rubbing against the bones gave rise to goosebumps.
An Zheng seemed to be tired, so he chopped the fourth undead's head into minced meat, straightened up and stretched his arms. Then he looked at the five undead spirits and strode over: "That's all, since you are all hard-nosed, I will help you, and I won't ask any more questions."
Huan Wan had an expression on her face that I had never seen before, quite disdainful.
"I... wish... I do."
"I... wish... I do."
However, Huanwan's talent is part race and part life and death. If the opponent is someone who far exceeds Huan Wan's strength, such as a powerful person at the level of Immortal Master, the control time may not even last ten thousandths of a second.
After catching it, they quickly retreated. The few people had a tacit understanding as if they had cooperated countless times. In fact, this is exactly the kind of body that has reached this level of strength, and the thinking is similar. The goddess deliberately broke off, making sure that no one would notice and then stayed in the last position.
The power of Biluo Lock lies not only in its concealment and defense, but also in its ability to pull the enemy within the control range of Biluo Lock in an instant. The reason why Huan Wan controls Bi Luosuo instead of the goddess is because Huan Wan has a unique talent. If she fights alone, it is nothing. Even Du Shaoshou cannot beat it. However, when she used her natural ability to cooperate with Biluosuo, she was almost invincible.
With a pop, An Zheng thrust the long knife into the undead's mouth. The blade twisted back and forth in the mouth a few times, and the tongue inside was minced, and minced meat and dark green liquid poured out of the mouth one after another.
Goddess: "I... don't know."
Huan Wan screamed in fright, turned her head and didn't want to look anymore.
The fifth undead made several clicking sounds in his mouth. It seemed that he had not spoken for a long time, so when he spoke, he felt awkward, as if he had almost forgotten his pronunciation. The voice was hoarse and very uncomfortable to hear.
Huanwan: "I dare not look back."
The fifth undead made several clicking sounds in his mouth. It seemed that he had not spoken for a long time, so when he spoke, he felt awkward, as if he had almost forgotten his pronunciation. The voice was hoarse and very uncomfortable to hear.
An Zheng pulled out the knife that was covered in the viscous liquid and stabbed it into the right eye socket. After the knife penetrated, An Zheng used the knife to pick up the undead and beat it on both sides, left and right, and beat it back and forth seven or eight times. The knife split the eye sockets and skull, and half of the thing's head fell off. There was a lot of brain-like stuff flowing out.
What was flying at this time was definitely not sawdust, but the skull of the undead. One cut was made to make a hole, then another cut was made to widen the hole, and then the cut was cut again and again, and the fragments of the skull were scattered. The undead fell to the ground and twitched constantly. An Zheng seemed to have turned into a demon and had no intention of stopping.
An Zheng walked towards the fourth undead with a knife, and said as he walked: "I have killed three, and there are three more. It doesn't matter even if you don't want to answer. Anyway, killing three is a killing, and killing six is also a killing." kill."
"Oh, you do?"
An Zheng walked towards the fourth undead with a knife, and said as he walked: "I have killed three, and there are three more. It doesn't matter even if you don't want to answer. Anyway, killing three is a killing, and killing six is also a killing." kill."
The undead's eyes were not full of malice like the first two. Its eyes were obviously flickering, and it seemed that it was really scared. But it is obviously still struggling. Perhaps there is something more terrifying than the fear that An Zheng brings to them now.
After pulling out the knife, An Zheng didn't stop.
An Zheng dragged the knife towards the third undead, and the knife drew a mark on the ground.
An Zheng kicked the undead to the ground, then raised his foot and stepped on the undead's forehead. He held the handle of the knife with both hands and stabbed it down with extremely precise strokes. He poked it through the two eyes of the undead, and soon the eye sockets were stabbed in grotesque shapes. Although this undead soul didn't have its head split open, dozens of holes were poked out, and liquid that should be blood flowed from the holes all over the floor. The undead twisted on the ground a few times and then died completely.
An Zheng looked at the sixth undead spirit: "Then I'll ask it if it's willing. If he's not willing, I'll kill him first and leave you alone. Anyway, if you say it, If it escapes back to Gaomi, you'll be doomed. I'll get rid of the trouble for you first."
An Zheng raised his knife and placed it on the undead's head: "I know you guys can talk and understand what I say. I'll give you a chance to see if you are willing to answer my question."
"ah!"
An Zheng twisted the knife back and forth a few times, and then pulled it out. The undead opened its mouth and hissed in pain, but it could no longer make much sound.
"I...I am willing too!"
"You're disqualified."
The moment the undead entered the Biluo Lock, Huanwan held the Biluo Lock tightly with both hands, and purple light shone in both hands.
The power of Biluo Lock lies not only in its concealment and defense, but also in its ability to pull the enemy within the control range of Biluo Lock in an instant. The reason why Huan Wan controls Bi Luosuo instead of the goddess is because Huan Wan has a unique talent. If she fights alone, it is nothing. Even Du Shaoshou cannot beat it. However, when she used her natural ability to cooperate with Biluosuo, she was almost invincible.
Goddess: "I... I don't want to."
With a pop, An Zhengduo didn't say a word, and didn't ask any questions at all. He just split open the undead at the front. I just didn't expect that the substantial chains of these undead souls were so strong that it made people's scalp numb. The long sword of the peak gold grade was not able to split the face into two pieces after being imbued with the power of cultivation.
Goddess: "I... don't know."
"I...I am willing too!"
The sixth undead shouted hoarsely. There was no fierceness or resentment in his eyes, only fear. This is the first time they have seen a living person who is not afraid of the undead, and their methods are much crueler than their undead torturing people.
He grabbed half of the thing's face with one hand, and slashed it with the knife in his other hand. Each knife cuts precisely at the same position, which is pretty much how an ax chops firewood. One knife after another, more than a dozen chops were made in succession before the thing's head was completely cut open. The dark green liquid flowed all over the floor. The scene was bloody and terrifying.
An Zheng straightened up and breathed a sigh of relief after checking that there was no gap in the knife. He kicked the undead body away and walked towards the second undead: "You now have the opportunity to answer questions, are you willing to take it?"
An Zheng seemed a little tangled: "Both of them are willing, so it's a bit difficult to choose... Let's do it separately and ask you the exact same questions. If your answers don't match, then chop them up together." That’s it. I seem to like this feeling, just like when I was crazy and used a kitchen knife to chop down trees, it’s quite addictive.”
An Zheng seemed to be tired, so he chopped the fourth undead's head into minced meat, straightened up and stretched his arms. Then he looked at the five undead spirits and strode over: "That's all, since you are all hard-nosed, I will help you, and I won't ask any more questions."
An Zheng twisted the knife back and forth a few times, and then pulled it out. The undead opened its mouth and hissed in pain, but it could no longer make much sound.
Huanwan: "I dare not look back."
"Did you see what you were chewing on?"
After subduing these undead, An Zheng and the others quickly withdrew, because both An Zheng and Monkey felt that there were more terrifying existences in this small town. Compared with that aura, these undead spirits in the ghost yamen are nothing worth mentioning.
The goddess turned around and couldn't bear to watch anymore.
The two dead souls trembled at the same time, and were filled with fear when they looked at An Zheng.
The fifth undead made several clicking sounds in his mouth. It seemed that he had not spoken for a long time, so when he spoke, he felt awkward, as if he had almost forgotten his pronunciation. The voice was hoarse and very uncomfortable to hear.
An Zheng dragged the knife towards the third undead, and the knife drew a mark on the ground.
An Zheng shook his head and walked up to one of the dead spirits. Only by looking carefully can you really feel the terror of these guys. They look really ugly and couldn't be uglier. A mass of black energy was constantly twisting, and after being imprisoned by An Zheng and the others with their cultivation power, it was still struggling desperately, making a hissing sound from its mouth like a poisonous snake spitting a message. Especially the eyes on that ugly face are so fierce when looking at people, which makes people's hair stand on end.
An Zheng shook his head and walked up to one of the dead spirits. Only by looking carefully can you really feel the terror of these guys. They look really ugly and couldn't be uglier. A mass of black energy was constantly twisting, and after being imprisoned by An Zheng and the others with their cultivation power, it was still struggling desperately, making a hissing sound from its mouth like a poisonous snake spitting a message. Especially the eyes on that ugly face are so fierce when looking at people, which makes people's hair stand on end.
"What the hell, it's so hard."
An Zheng called Monkey and the others over. They discussed the problem and then went separately to question the two undead spirits.
At this moment, An Zheng and Monkey shot at the same time, one tenth of a second was enough.
Goddess: "I... don't know."
An Zheng seemed to be tired, so he chopped the fourth undead's head into minced meat, straightened up and stretched his arms. Then he looked at the five undead spirits and strode over: "That's all, since you are all hard-nosed, I will help you, and I won't ask any more questions."
Huan Wan was so frightened that her shoulders were shaking, and her voice was as low as a mosquito flying over: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, is he, is he done?"
Huanwan: "I dare not look back."
After subduing these undead, An Zheng and the others quickly withdrew, because both An Zheng and Monkey felt that there were more terrifying existences in this small town. Compared with that aura, these undead spirits in the ghost yamen are nothing worth mentioning.
Huanwan: "I dare not look back."
The goddess turned around and couldn't bear to watch anymore.
The long knife in An Zheng's hand pierced the undead's left eye socket, and with a pop, the sword pierced through the back of the head. An Zheng turned his wrist, and the knife more than doubled the size of his eye socket like a rapidly rotating drill. The dead spirit let out a wailing sound, which stung people's ears with pain. Although they didn't look back, the goddess and Huan Wan probably knew what An Zheng was doing. Both of their faces were a little pale, especially Huan Wan's lips were trembling.
Goddess: "I... don't know."
The two dead souls trembled at the same time, and were filled with fear when they looked at An Zheng.
An Zheng dragged the knife towards the third undead, and the knife drew a mark on the ground.
Huanwan: "I dare not look back."
"You shouldn't hesitate."
Huan Wan screamed in fright, turned her head and didn't want to look anymore.
However, Huanwan's talent is part race and part life and death. If the opponent is someone who far exceeds Huan Wan's strength, such as a powerful person at the level of Immortal Master, the control time may not even last ten thousandths of a second.
"Did you see what you were chewing on?"
An Zheng sighed: "You also lost your chance."
Huanwan: "I dare not look back."
Goddess: "I... I don't want to."
"I... wish... I do."
An Zheng glanced at the subdued undead, then looked back at Huan Wan and the goddess: "When you ask them about things, you will be more cruel, so you two can turn away and don't look at them."
The moment the undead entered the Biluo Lock, Huanwan held the Biluo Lock tightly with both hands, and purple light shone in both hands.