Dragging his stiff body, the young man moved to the front of Xiao'an Village with difficulty, and the strong smell of blood could even be smelled from a few miles away. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Something big happened, this was the first thought in the teenager's heart.

Then, the terrifying coercion vanished abruptly, as if nothing had happened.

The infinite weight on his shoulders quietly dissipated, and the boy regained his mobility.

However, when this coercion dissipated, it also means that the ghost god is finished.

What is the end?

The 30,000 so-called "elite soldiers" led by Prince Yunshang are estimated to have died in just one hour.

The boy had no doubts about the veracity of this fact, because it was a ghost.

So, the boy made the worst prediction: Prince Yunshang had already died.

In front of the entrance of the village, hundreds of mutilated corpses were piled up horizontally into a mountain of corpses.

The young man walked around the corpse mountain with some solemnity and looked into Xiao'an Village.

Feel it...... There's something up front!

The young man solemnly walked into Xiao'an Village, which had become a flesh and blood hell, and the moment he stepped into that step......

The body coagulates, the blood freezes, and consciousness disappears.

Red-haired spirits stand comfortably on a huge mountain made of minced meat.

30,000 people, plus all the residents of Xiao'an Village, were bombarded into minced meat by this ghost and god, and then piled up into a mountain of corpses.

The ghost god turned his back to the boy, and the back muscles that were so strong that they almost twisted showed a "devil's face".

The devil's back muscles looked like Shura, and the young man even felt that the devil's back muscles were looking at him!

The red-haired ghost god held up his terrifying wrist in the air, and the palm that seemed to crush everything gently pinched a person.

It was relative to pinch it gently, even if the unknown red-haired ghost god had already controlled the strength very carefully, the terrifying tendon almost crushed that person.

The man who was pinched was known to the boy.

The person wearing the Taoist robe that had been blackened by blood was Prince Yunshang.

"This bug isn't dead yet, hahahaha!" The ghost smiled evilly, turned around and suddenly faced the boy.

A crimson golden terrifying body, everything is muscles! Muscles! Muscles!

Even this one turned around, and the young man was almost overwhelmed by this terrifying momentum!

Even that maniacally grinning face is almost completely covered in muscles!

The eyes of the nameless ghost god, which only had the whites of the eyes, met the gaze of the young godless.

At that moment, both sides "saw" different things.

What the spirits "saw" was a delicious pastry with a fragrant taste, but it was only the size of a fingernail.

And what the boy "saw" ......

It is an endless natural disaster.

Earthquakes, floods, volcanic eruptions......

No, none of this can describe the shock in the teenager's heart.

What to say...... It can only be said that it is ......

The feeling of the destruction of the world.

"It's a pity, it's not enough to even plug between your teeth." The ghost god actually scraped the twisted fangs with his fingernails.

"The ...... in the world How could there be such a monster! "The boy has been completely overwhelmed.

Completely disadvantaged, no possibility of winning, not at all.

The monster standing on the mountain of minced meat is itself a manifestation of opposition to common sense.

"Hey, snack, play with me a few times, this dying worm will be for you." A hoarse voice came from the muscular throat, but the words that came out were as flirtatious as a teasing bird.

Maybe in its eyes, the boy is not even a bird, just a snack the size of a fingernail.

Looking at the boy who was already frightened, the ghost god said to the boy with some dissatisfaction: "Dim Sum, as long as you play with it, you can tear this bug away, just play a few times." ”

As he spoke, the ghost god actually forcibly pulled out a smile with that twisted one!

The muscles of his face strangely formed a smile, and the boy's head went blank in fright.

"How." It's obviously a question sentence but forcibly says the tone of an affirmative sentence, and the boy seems to be eaten if he doesn't agree.

The boy nodded stiffly, although his head was no longer functional, but the basic judgment could still be carried out.

If you don't agree, you'll die.

The ghost god was very satisfied and threw down the dying Prince Yunshang, and the young man hurriedly caught it.

"Well, the bug is for you, my name is Yan Taro. What is your name for dim sum? Yan Taro looked at the boy happily.

"Nine Empty Smoke." The boy gave his name.

The teenager, who subconsciously felt that his life was in danger, began to regret his reckless decision.

"I remember this kind of dim sum, and I'll find something to eat next time." Yan Taro actually nodded very seriously.

Looking down at the young man below, Yan Taro grinned and twisted the powerful fist bones, making a cannonball-like sound.

"Even if it's just for fun, if you don't take the snacks seriously, it's easy to be broken." Yan Taro jumped down from the fishy mountain of minced meat, and looked down on the boy with a height of more than three meters.

The boy woke up instantly, the Yan Taro in front of him was a terrifying ghost, if there was one more second of negligence, then this "fun" would end with the smashing of the boy.

Yan Taro spread out his hands and completely revealed the golden body of the demon glowing with crimson gold to the boy.

"Come on, attack from anywhere." Yan Taro looked at the boy with a cruel smile, its completely unguarded posture could not make the boy feel a sense of security.

The boy secretly tightened his grip on the black knife and walked slowly towards Yan Taro at a very normal pace.

Because, no matter how fast the speed is, for Yan Taro, it is just a joke like a static movement.

Yan Taro looked at the young man who was slowly walking towards it, and couldn't help but smile, "Interesting. ”

The boy slowly walked towards Yan Taro, and Yan Taro also kept an unguarded posture and waited for the boy.

[It's impossible to defeat, but Yan Taro just wants to have fun......] The boy thought to himself in his heart.

[Then, as long as you are satisfied with it, this feeling of mermaid meat is really ......]

Although he was dissatisfied, the boy could not raise the mood of resistance because Yan Taro was too strong.

[Then here comes my question......] The boy's pace is getting slower and slower, but he is also getting closer and closer to Yan Taro.

Yan Taro looked at the young man with a hideous face, looking more and more excited.

【How...... In order to satisfy this monster as powerful as a ghost......]

That's the only one, the boy secretly made up his mind.

"It's finally here?" Yan Taro smiled and looked at the boy who stopped in front of it.

Now, the two sides are separated by less than two meters.

The undefended Yan Taro did not move, and the young man holding the handle of the black knife did not move.

The two sides strangely stopped in the flesh and blood.

On the mountain of minced meat, a finger was silently blown down by the wind.

The fingers kept fluttering in the air, and finally they were about to fall to the ground.

This finger represents the signal to go to war.

A slight "pop" sound came.

[Now is it!] 】

Mind, technique, body, the three of the boy subtly reached a balance at this moment.

In an unprecedented state, the boy's black knife was unsheathed.

Super fast draw and slash!

At this distance, although the drawing sword is not the fastest, it is definitely the most unprepared for the enemy!

The only thought in the boy's heart was to swing this knife.

【Very good! A flash of black flashes appeared.

The black light flickered for a moment, then fell silent.

The black knife, which was already halfway out of its sheath, could no longer be drawn.

Yan Taro smiled and withdrew his hands.

The boy's deformed body spurted blood and fell weakly.

Yan Taro's hands changed position a little compared to the previous second.

But the boy couldn't see what Yan Taro had done at that moment.

[No...... I could feel ...... body hanging down and couldn't stop.

Through his own injuries, the boy can roughly analyze Yan Taro's movements.

At that moment, the joints and leg bones of the boy's body, as well as his shoulders, were shattered at the same time.

Through rational simulation, the boy's brain roughly simulated the movements of Shimoyama Taro.

That's right...... At that moment, Yan Taro grabbed the boy's shoulders with both hands, then kicked and shattered the boy's leg bones, and then took advantage of the boy's fall to instantly shatter the other joints.

Perfect, smooth movements, Yan Taro's move made the boy who collapsed on the ground and couldn't move, feel a kind of ......

Familiarity?

"Familiar? Hahaha! Yan Taro smiled at the limp boy.

"This is your martial art, the [Imperial Hand] of the Ancient Ryukyu Dynasty! It's perfect for dealing with little bugs like you! ”

Originally, it was a weapon to snatch people and incapacitate people, but it was used by Yan Taro as a brutal killing technique.

"Didn't expect that, did you? How could I use such a weak thing? Yan Taro danced at the young man, like a child who had succeeded in playing a prank.

"That's because my strength is too great, if I don't use this, I'll accidentally kill you hahahaha!" Piercing laughter was heard.

The boy who fell to the ground did not respond to Yan Taro's ridicule as if he had died.

Yan Taro seemed to notice something, but he didn't say it.

Satisfied, Yan Taro turned around and left as if he had lost interest in the boy.

The young man lying on the ground began to be surrounded by blood mist at some point......

Then, the blood mist quickly liquefied into fluid-like blood.

That's right, the red tearstone ring is the boy's second killer move.

The young man knew very well in his heart that Yan Taro was waiting for the young man to make a move, and if the young man chose to continue to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead, what was waiting for him next would be Yan Taro's heroic man.

So, the boy chose the second path......

The shattered joints were repaired by fluid-like blood, and the boy was once again given a short period of movement.

The young man dripping with blood staggered towards Yan Taro, and the sinister smile of Yan Taro, who had his back to the young man, became more and more obvious.

【Mystery ・One-Hit Slash】

The Extreme Radiant Slash reappeared, and the Extreme Radiance that cut through the Moon Wolf King's body without hindrance erupted rapidly towards Yan Taro, who was facing away from the boy.

The boy bet everything on the mystery of this time.

"Oh~ It feels good this time, but it's still too slow and weak" Yan Taro turned around with a sinister smile, easily clamping the scarlet Aurora slash.

Even if it is the mystery of gambling everything, it is just a weak joke in the eyes of Yan Taro.

Yan Taro's two fingers, like steel tongs, clamped the young man's black knife tightly.

"Huh? It's a constant clip. This piece of iron is so hard! Yan Taro ignored the struggling boy and looked at the black knife in the boy's hand with a curious expression.

After thinking for a while, Yan Taro smiled and let go of his fingers.

The boy who broke free from confinement finally lost all his strength and collapsed on the ground.

"I just felt, you are the true disciple of that Benge Temple!" Yan Taro's mouth said a name that the boy didn't expect.

"In that case, I'll let you go this time. Let's quickly grow into a delicious meal that will satisfy me! The red hair of the oni god Yamataro flew in the wind, and he laughed wildly and turned his head away.

In the eyes of the half-dead young man, the devil's back muscle was deeply engraved in his mind.

The "ghost appearance" composed of twisted back muscles made the boy never forget.

The "eyes" of Yan Taro's "devil on his back" seemed to be silently watching the boy.

[But, at least I'm not dead...... "The boy who only had half a breath left laughed at himself.

Everything that happened today will be engraved in the young man's mind for the rest of his life, and he will never be able to dissipate it again.

At the same time, the name of the ghost god [Yan Taro] will be with him like a nightmare.

"Really...... Encountering ...... Big...... Troublesome...... What about it......" The young man's intermittent voice came out, but in this flesh and blood hell, no one could answer the young man.

This already chaotic world is about to add another big mess.