The reason why it is strange is naturally because that person has many differences from ordinary people.
That person was very short, from the appearance, Nanke was only a girl of twelve or thirteen years old, but that person was two heads shorter than Nanke.
That person was ugly, no matter how beautiful the morning light was, it became disgusting when it fell on the ears, mouth and nose that seemed to be sewn randomly.
The back of the man is raised high, it seems that it should be a hunchback.
The man was wearing black clothes, which were well washed, but for some reason, he could always smell a fishy smell.
Seeing such a thin, short, disabled and foul-smelling person, the vast majority of people will feel disgusted, and after calming down, they may feel pity and sympathy.
Chen Changsheng didn't.
The first time he saw this person, his vigilance became extremely strong.
It's the same as when I saw Zhou Tong under the crabapple tree in Beibingmasi Hutong.
He felt that he had seen the extreme, unreasonable, unconvincing, and irreducible evil.
This person's evil is slightly different from Zhou Tong's evil, which is even more sinister.
"Who are you?" Chen Changsheng looked at the strange man and asked.
The man's ugly face showed uneasy emotions.
Because the morning light was too bright, and he forgot to cover his face with his hat.
He was seen, which made him feel inferior again, so he once again gave birth to the desire to destroy the world.
Thinking of destroying the world, the weirdo felt a lot calmer, so he laughed.
The smile of this strange man is also very strange. When he smiles, the corners of his mouth are completely opened, revealing those disordered and sharp beast-like teeth, which looks terrifying.
"Since I can't kill you secretly, I have to try to see if I can kill you on the spot."
The man's voice was also unpleasant, like two broken pieces of porcelain rubbing against each other, very harsh.
After saying this, he stretched out his hands and gestured to Chen Changsheng.
In the bright morning light, one could clearly see that his hands were covered with hair and scales, which looked a little disgusting.
Chen Changsheng's attention was not on this, but only on the gestures made by these hands.
In reality, he has never seen such gestures, but he has read Daozang thoroughly, and has seen similar pictures in a very old Taoist scripture.
This is the most authentic Taoist array handprint, an ancient practice that has been lost for a long time in the state religion.
Whether it is the Li Palace or the Shengnv Peak, there is no inheritance of the door skills.
This person exudes a peaceful, even sacred and solemn atmosphere.
However, there was a faint black gas condensed between his hands, lightning was generated in it, and there was an infinitely sinister smell.
Using the most authentic and ancient state religious magic, but using the most sinister means, what kind of monster is this
Chen Changsheng's pupils shrank slightly, and his right hand held the sword hilt at his waist.
Seeing that this sudden battle was about to begin, no one expected that new changes would follow.
The hunched man suddenly glanced up, and said angrily, "Why do you have so many helpers!"
After saying this, his figure suddenly blurred, and he was about to retreat out of the window.
How could it be so easy to escape in front of Chen Changsheng and Nan Ke.
Countless sword intents loomed around the kitchen, blocking all the way out.
With a clear light, Nanke disappeared from the spot.
Chen Changsheng wasn't worried that this strange person could run away. In such a short distance, few people could be faster than Nanke, even if her wings disappeared strangely, but... what happened next was completely beyond the reach of Nanke. beyond his imagination.
At the same time that Nan Ke disappeared, the strange man also disappeared.
Countless winds roared, and the mist generated in the iron pot was brought out in countless strands, and the morning light outside the window kept flickering.
Obviously, two people are passing through the room at a speed that cannot be seen by the naked eye.
With Nanke's almost lightning speed, there was no way to catch the opponent in a short time.
The alertness in Chen Changsheng's heart became stronger and stronger, and he exerted a little force on his right hand holding the hilt of the sword.
After rubbing a few times, several extremely clear sword marks appeared on the beams of the house. Several swords pierced through the morning light and pierced somewhere.
There was a roar of pain and anger.
The strange man was forced to show his figure, a sword wound appeared on his right shoulder, and blood with a foul smell slowly overflowed.
Several green glows burst out of the air, grabbing the strange man's throat, it was Nanke's fingers.
Hiss! The strange man'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 wasn't a hunchback at all, the bump behind him was actually a pair of wings!
There were no feathers on those wings, they looked more like gray balls of flesh, a little disgusting, but they were waving very fast.
The gray shadow frantically moved, and with a stench of wind, the strange man directly smashed through the stove with a bang!
Under the chaotic sword, the stove disappeared in an instant, but there was no trace of the man.
Chen Changsheng and Nanke stood by the ruins of the stove, staring at the black hole on the ground, and remained silent.
Nan Ke withdrew his consciousness and said, "It leads to the ground, it is full of filth, I don't know how he was able to get through."
Looking at this scene and listening to Nanke's words, Chen Changsheng was thoughtful.
In that extremely ancient Taoist scripture, a similar picture was once described.
That is a very long story.
Tens of thousands of years ago, in order to pursue the realm of great freedom, a Pope once realized an extremely dangerous method of cultivation, that is, to separate his worldly thoughts and desires, and recreate a corresponding self outside the Lord's soul. Realize the ultimate principle of heaven and earth by observing oneself, and then cut it with a sword to achieve true tranquility.
The pope had made very good preparations in advance, but he didn't expect that the evil thoughts and souls were more filthy and terrifying than expected, and the speed at which they grew through the turbid air of the world was even more unimaginable. There was no way to completely succeed, and he was even nearly devoured by the evil thoughts. He had no choice but at the last moment when his own soul was completely polluted. kill.
The pope, who was so learned and so advanced, died like this.
This Taoist method called cutting corpses has naturally become a forbidden law of the state religion, and gradually disappeared in the long river of history.
Who would have thought that this Taoism would reappear before his eyes today.
Before the Pope left, he told the archbishops in the Li Palace that if the corpse could not be beheaded, it would be hell.
Could this monster be Huang Quan
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