A voice full of evil sounded, "Who is it, who dares to destroy my mountain gate?" ”

"It's your turn." Uncle Huang said lightly, the scroll in his hand was about to move.

The corners of his eyes twitched twice, and he stepped onto the path.

"It's you, you damned traitor, who even dares to step into the Evil Bone Xuan, and even ruin my mountain gate. Are you mad, or are you self-aggrandizing? ”

The evil voice was full of anger, and one by one figures appeared from the bamboo buildings and the woods, poured onto the path, and staggered towards the evil spirit.

"Kill him for me, kill him, kill this traitor. Whoever kills him can become the new evil finger! The voice roared loudly, full of hysterical madness.

Evil Ran's eyes were cold, staring at the crowd rushing towards him.

These men were ragged, skinny, pale, and their eyes frantically rushed towards the evil spirit.

Evil raised his left hand, and his fingertips lit up with a faint green light, and he pointed out.

With every finger he pointed, a figure fell, but immediately more people pounced. The person who pounced on him tried to attack the evil with his teeth and nails.

The evil was just silently pointing out, and every time it was pointed out, one person fell. Most people didn't wait to get close, they were already being pointed at by the evil spirit, and after a few moments, the person who was targeted had already turned into a pile of white bones.

Everyone pounced in silence and fell silently, except for the evil voice still screaming hysterically, "Kill him, kill him for me, kill this traitor for me." Whoever kills him will become the new evil finger! ”

Too many people have fallen and turned to white bones, but no one is afraid, no one retreats. All of them are like the most fanatical believers, swooping down on the light like moths.

The light is the little green light at the fingertips of the evil one.

The evil face became more and more pale.

The difference in individual strength could not make up for the disparity in numbers, and the evil began to inevitably be injured, and every small wound was glowing with a blue-black glow, which was in stark contrast to the evil light's pale skin.

Uncle Huang has been standing at the end of the path, watching indifferently, watching more people appear, moth-like pounce on Evil Ran, and some even pounce directly on the green light of Evil Ran's fingertips, and pounce on the end of turning into white bones.

Frowning slightly, the hand holding the scroll tightened hard, and a drop of purple-red liquid oozed out of the scroll.

A flush suddenly appeared on the face of the evil one, and the evil one did not retreat but advanced, facing the crowd that had not been seen at all.

The evil no longer dodged the attack, and the crowd fell faster, finally starting to slowly shrink. There are no new people on the trails.

……

"Damn shit, you shitty shit. Why can't you even kill a traitor, you damned waste, give me all my death! The evil voice cursed viciously.

The evil was already covered with wounds, and the green light on his fingertips was faintly as if it could be extinguished at any moment. But the last man still collapsed in the green light, reduced to a pile of bones.

The evil staggered, and hundreds of people had fallen under his fingers.

opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, his flushed face suddenly turned pale again, he stood up straight, and raised his head, "I can't imagine that one day I will stand here again?" ”

"You regret your choice."

"I've already regretted it."

A figure slowly appeared in front of Evil Ran, and slowly turned around. Taller, thinner, and paler than the Evil One.

"How many times have I fantasized about tearing you apart little by little, but I didn't expect this opportunity to come to me so quickly." The figure's voice was evil and fanatical, "I'll let you feel it slowly...... No, why didn't you bring the Evil God Arm Bone with you? ”

The figure's face was hideous and terrifying, and he grabbed the evil man and tore open the sleeve of his left arm, revealing pale skin without the slightest blood, "You didn't even bring the evil god's arm bone with you, where did you put it, where did you put it?" Tell me, where did you put it? ”

Evil was caught by the figure without the slightest counterattack, and smiled for the first time, "Even if you tear me to pieces, you will never get that arm bone again." ”

The figure's face was extremely terrifying, and the hand holding the evil one was trembling.

The evil figure was violently shaken like a scarecrow, and the corners of his mouth were covered with black and purple blood. Evil Ran's face twitched because of the pain, but he laughed out loud, "Even if I tell you where the arm bones are, you don't have the guts to retrieve them." ”

"Nonsense, there is no one in this world who dares to resist the great evil god." The figure screamed like a cat with its tail stepped on.

"Really?" Uncle Huang said lightly.

"Who is it?" The figure suddenly turned around, and Uncle Huang was obviously standing at the end of the path, but he didn't seem to see it at all.

"It's me." Uncle Huang finally stepped onto the path, and he had already arrived in front of the figure in one step, and punched out.

"It's you." The figure's pupils contracted sharply, and he screamed, throwing a punch that covered the fist with a miserable green glow.

Rumble!

Fist strike! The bamboo building collapsed, the trees fell upside down, and the evil flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, falling to the ground.

I don't know how long it took, but the evil woke up.

The entire valley was in ruins.

Uncle Huang stood quietly, and in front of him was a pile of white bones glowing with a faint blue light.

Uncle Huang looked at the scattered white bones, and his eyes were very strange. Evil suddenly stood up slowly, looking at Uncle Huang in the distance and the white bones on the ground with a changing expression.

He could clearly feel that Uncle Huang's aura had weakened, and his evil fists were clenched and relaxed......

After a long time, Uncle Huang took his eyes off the white bones and looked at the evil one, "Why don't you try?" ”

"My predecessor is injured, and I will not be an opponent." Evil said honestly.

"What a pity!" Uncle Huang sighed, but he didn't know what he was sighing.

Evil Yiran forcibly suppressed the thoughts in his heart, "Senior, I have already done what I promised. ”

"Here you go," Uncle Huang raised his hand and threw the crumpled scroll to the evil one.

"Thank you, senior." There was a surprise in the evil voice that could not be concealed, and when he opened the picture scroll, there was still a small arm bone wrapped in it. It was the one that the evil one had taken down from the picture scroll.

Carefully put away his arm bones and put the scroll on his back, he said in a flat tone as much as possible: "Senior, although he has done a lot of evil, he is the mentor of the younger generation after all. The death of a man is great, and I want to collect his bones. I also hope that the predecessors will be fulfilled. ”

Uncle Huang didn't speak, just repeated gently, "People die for the great, and a good sentence for the great man dies." The tone was sad.

Evil Yiran tentatively walked over, and seeing that Uncle Huang did not object, he bent down to pick up the bones.

From an angle that Uncle Huang couldn't see, a trace of flushing and cruelty appeared on his pale face.

Uncle Huang suddenly stepped down, "This bone is not good." ”

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