"It's not a monster......" The old-looking face on Fang Zhuge's chest suddenly opened his mouth and groaned.

Isn't it a monster?Yu Sheng was stunned for a moment, then remembered what he had just said, and realized that this face was actually refuting what he had just said.

So, that face still has a self-will?

When he was puzzled for the rest of his life, the face of the old lady on Fang Zhuge's shoulder also began to scream: "It's not a monster!"

This shrill howl was like a gathering whistle, waking up the other faces in Fang Zhuge's body along with him.

From the first time he saw Fang Zhuge in the rest of his life, he decided that Fang Zhuge was a monster. This is not just the opinion of the rest of his life, even the battle-hardened Colonel Yushiro will have a sense of unease in the face of wild beasts when facing Fang Zhuge, which is an instinct deeply imprinted in the subconscious of human beings.

And at this moment, Yu Sheng suddenly had a feeling in his heart that Fang Zhuge, who was standing in front of him, seemed to be not only a monster, but also some kind of container.

Yu Sheng guessed correctly, in a sense, the current Fang Zhuge was like a slender and twisted humanoid bag, filled with the lost souls he had killed. The faces that appear beneath Fang Zhuge's skin are the embodiment of the soul.

What the rest of his life didn't know was that he saw the countless cracks that appeared on Fang Zhuge's life fire from the eye of insight, which actually meant that the body's endurance was close to the limit.

Fang Zhuge's ability can absorb the souls he kills, and those souls are like fuel, constantly supplying energy to his old body, and even changing his physiology.

But at the same time, this ability was also devouring him, like fireworks, bursting with colorful brightness while burning his own body.

The thoughts in his mind for the rest of his life are also like fireworks, fleeting, and the monster in front of him obviously won't give him much time to think.

The souls in Fang Zhuge's body screamed in unison and struggled to break through the restraints of his physical body, Fang Zhuge was completely enraged by the pain of this soul breaking through his body and the words of the rest of his life.

"It's not a monster!!" the monster leaped to its feet, the ground cracking beneath its feet, and the earth splattered and rained down on the little girl.

"Monster!!" At the little girl's scream, Fang Zhuge smashed into Yu Sheng like a meteorite.

In fact, he regretted it a little after shouting for the rest of his life, but what was about to happen was already beyond his hesitation.

Facing the monster-like Fang Zhuge who was rapidly approaching him, there was no second way for the rest of his life, he screamed in an attempt to cheer up his frightened heart, and then tried his best to pull up his soft legs, and pounced on Fang Zhuge at the moment when he was about to hit him.

Fang Zhuge's first attack failed, and he landed heavily where Yu Sheng had just stood, where the ground sank downward, and he smashed a spiderweb-like rift.

In the smoke and dust, Yu Sheng tried to resist the urge to tremble, he didn't care about the mess all over the ground, and rolled with the fall.

The rest of his life only had time to look back, and before he even had a chance to straighten up, Fang Zhuge's arm that looked like a dead tree swung over, like the sickle of death, and the five fingers in front of the arm were like five iron hooks, which were the ones that almost tore the blacksmith's chest just now.

Yu Sheng's heart sank, and he subconsciously raised his arms and blocked in vain.

A clash of gold and iron sounded like a thunderstorm exploding in the ears, but the huge impact did not come.

Before Yu Sheng could react, he felt that his body was inexplicably light, he lowered his arm, and Fang Zhenge, who was originally close in front of him, was retreating, and getting farther and farther away, while at the same time, the metal fence that had been twisted was slowly falling.

By the moonlight, Yu Sheng could clearly see a huge palm print on it.

At the last moment, the blacksmith used his own strength to pull the metal fence on the side to take Fang Zhuge's palm that was enough to tear the flesh and bones instead of Yu Sheng, and the left and right took out the hand to pull Yu Sheng, who was already too late to dodge.

Relying on the tacit cooperation of the two god-likes, the rest of his life was finally temporarily out of danger.

But the danger was far from over, Fang Zhuge's gaze still fell on Yu Sheng, his whole body bowed slightly, and it seemed that he would attack again at any time.

It was at this time that screams began to sound around the wanderer. As the earth sinks and the moonlight fills the earth, the slum dwellers, attracted by the loud noise, step out of their homes and see the square pillow in the shape of a giant spider at the entrance of the street, as if gods and demons have descended on the earth.

In this situation, it is difficult for ordinary people to maintain their composure, people scream and scatter, and those who cannot escape can only retreat into their homes, trembling and holding their heads and closing their eyes, like ostriches with their heads stuffed into the sand.

Left and right and the blacksmith have a headache, and the actions of the rest of his life are beyond everyone's expectations, there is no plan and no notice, not only reckless but only to bring trouble. Fortunately, in this kind of place, there is no surveillance, and no one has photographic equipment, and their identities are still safe for the time being.

Fang Zhuge fell on all fours like a beast, more than a dozen of them were breathing like a snake at this time, and more than a dozen pairs of eyes swept over the three of them, resentful, fierce, angry, empty, different eyes represented different souls.

The battle has begun, and since it cannot be avoided, we can only try to win it.

The blacksmith waved his fingers, and the metal fence on the ground danced like a huge butterfly swirling around the square pillow, getting faster and faster, until finally turning into a whirlwind afterimage.

The afterimage gradually contracted with the strong wind, cutting Fang Zhuge's body like a blade, but it was like a knife slashing at the surface of the water, although it could be easily cut, but once it left the water, it would easily return to its original state.

"My strength is useless to him, and his body may hardly be really injured," said the blacksmith, "right and right, control him!"

Soaring into the air left and right, both hands stretched out at the same time, the whole body emitted a faint blue light, Fang Zhuge's body was violently restrained, like countless invisible ropes suddenly tightened, and he and the dozen or so faces on his body began to howl and struggle.

Left and right felt the power of the struggle, which was amazing, far more than comparable to others, and seemed to be getting stronger and stronger as time passed.

Concentrated the strength of his whole body left and right to try to control Fang Zhuge's movements, and almost immediately sweated.

Fang Zhuge was like a big fish biting bait at this time, unwilling to let the angler drag him to the case, but to compete with the angler for physical strength, it depends on which of the two people can consume the other first.

Fang Zhenge began to retreat, and he retreated so hard that he could only drag his feet step by step, plowing the mud into two shallow furrows.

Correspondingly, the left and right in mid-air were dragged forward by this force, and his strength had a limit after all, and in just a dozen seconds, he felt that his physical strength, especially his spiritual power under high concentration, was declining significantly.

Fang Zhuge's strength was so strong and the weirdness of his strength that he tasted a rare hardship, and this was the first time that he felt that his strength had passed so quickly.

He could vaguely feel that Fang Zhuge's power not only came from his monster-like body, but also a collection of inexplicable wills, perhaps the resonance of the soul bound in his body.

Left and right felt that there was a taut string between him and Fang Zhuge, which could break at any time, and he could no longer control what was happening.

At this moment, a familiar battle cry sounded behind him.

With a muffled sound, a petite figure blasted towards Fang Zhuge like thunder with a powerful momentum that was not comparable to his own.

Tang Tang rose into the air, crossed the left and right, and smashed his delicate fist on Fang Zhuge's head with a blast that tore through the air.

The bullets of the Near-God Army could not hurt Fang Zhuge, the saber of the Near-God Army could not hurt Fang Zhuge, and even the blacksmith seemed to be helpless against him.

It was such a Fang Zhenge, who was hit hard in the face by Tang Tang's punch, and a violent collision broke out with a muffled sound, like an iron rod whipping heavy leather.

Fang Zhuge's head deflated in a way that was visible to the naked eye, and the ripples represented the violent impact of the incomparably huge force.

Fang Zhuge was hit hard, and fell to the ground, dusty, and almost half of his head was lost by Tang Tang's punch.

A petite figure of less than one meter six knocked down a huge monster that was close to four meters, and the contrasting scene instead formed an even greater impact, as if a god had descended.

Tang Tang was down, and he could finally relax left and right, and the sudden relaxation made him feel exhausted. As soon as the left and right hands were released, the body fell from mid-air, was caught by a huge blooming flower, and was sent to the ground.

Ding Qing on the side made a move and took the falling left and right. Left and right from the flowers down, down-to-earth, legs weak almost kneeling, the rest of his life came from behind him, supporting him.

"Are you alright?" asked Yu Sheng.

"It's okay, it's just a little out of strength, there have been more powerful than this before, with Sister Qing here, it's not in the way. Smiling left and right, his eyes still staring at Fang Zhuge.

Ding Qing stepped forward and waved his hand, and the flowers withered and shrank in an instant, turning into a small clump.

The rest of his life felt guilty, after all, he was the one who caused all this.

Ding Qing held the left and right hands, and the power of transformation guided the left and right bodies. Left and right spirits were shocked, exhausted, he broke free from the support for the rest of his life, "I'm not an old man yet, you don't need to help me." ”

"You weren't injured just now, were you?" Ding Qing ignored it and turned her head to look at the rest of her life.

"I'm fine," Yu Sheng shook his head and said, "Tang Tang has subdued him?"

He had seen Tang Tang interrupt the entire carriage with one punch, but the current scene was more impactful, if it wasn't for Tang Tang getting stronger again, it was because Tang Tang had left some hands in the car at that time.

"I'm afraid it may not be ......," the blacksmith was a little worried.

Fang Zhuge's hands and feet began to twitch, he shook and pulled out his upper body from the soil, squatted in place, and looked at Tang Tang, who was in full swing.

Fang Zhuge had lost his human reason, but he still retained his animal instincts, he was stunned by Tang Tang's punch, and when he came back to his senses, he already understood that this seemingly small figure in front of him was not easy to deal with.

This monster that terrifies Yushiro, makes blacksmiths helpless, and exhausts left and right, instead develops a sense of fear for Tang Tang's small fists.

Tang Tang was not surprised that Fang Zhuge was still capable of fighting, but to her surprise, Fang Zhuge's originally deformed head was slowly returning to normal, like a balloon being blown up again.

Can't let him go, the first thought that popped up in Tang Tang's head was to fight until Fang Zhuge couldn't get up.

Tang Tang's feet moved slightly, and Fang Zhuge immediately reacted. He didn't give Tang Tang a chance to attack again, and more than a dozen faces on his body let out sharp cries at the same time. The voice was not only loud, but also sharp and piercing, piercing straight into the head and making people feel sick.

Several people were caught off guard, dizzy and deafened by the screams, and covered their ears one after another.

Tang Tang endured the nausea, and punched it again, with a bang, this punch knocked Fang Zhuge on the heel, rolled on the ground a few times, and the screaming suddenly stopped.

Tang Tang didn't want to give Fang Zhuge a chance to breathe, and was about to go up again, Fang Zhenge landed on all fours, his eyes stained black.

A burst of black ripples that could be seen to be thousands of times richer than the night swept away from under Fang Zhuge's body, wave after wave, washing onto several people.

Yu Sheng's eyes were dark, and the last picture he saw was Fang Zhuge turning around and disappearing.