The previous chanting sounded not only fresh and natural, but also pious to the point of holiness, as if chanting a hymn to the gods he worshipped......

Even if I know it's not a good thing, I can't help but feel that the kind of faith that is so devout to the extreme is really moving.

It's like the sound of eminent monks chanting sutras and chanting Buddha, so pious that it makes people feel convincing, and that kind of spiritual shock cannot be described in words.

But now...... That kind of pious chant to crazy screaming, this extreme transformation, I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Like a devout and holy believer, in an instant, he has become an evil ghost who is about to choose people to eat, and the contrast is so great that people can't slow down.

However, this abrupt change did not stop me from making the next move.

After the first slash, the blood-colored film instantly split open, and the mucus inside that emitted a rotten stench like snot flowed out unhurriedly.

Along with them flowed out were the faces of the people who were rapidly drying up.

I thought that these people's faces were the same as the child's faces, but what I didn't expect was that these things were incompetent, let alone make sounds, and as soon as they flowed out of the film, they were directly shriveled like mummies, and they were still "air-drying" at a speed visible to the naked eye.

By this time, I had already stepped over to the child's face and raised my hand to slash a second time.

It was a matter of moments, and without feeling any hindrance, the blade pierced the child's face, leaving a shriveled dent, and no blood or similar liquid flowed out.......

And what surprised me the most was the performance of this face.

Before it was struck by me, it had been screaming, and its expression had been distorted with anger, making people feel furious when they looked at it, but this knife went down...... Suddenly, it changed its face.

The angry face was full of smiles again, but it was more weird than the previous smile, and the black and white eyes were staring at me, not knowing what they were thinking.

To be honest, I hate the look in this monster's eyes, that kind of smiling and unsmiling look, it's disgusting.......

At the same time, the Old Ancestor and the others also pounced, and according to my command, they did their best to destroy these foreign objects on the ground.

The old man is smashing with all kinds of magic weapons, and the killer ghost is stepping on it with his feet, and the ugly boy and the shark are the same, jumping on the ground and stepping on it, looking at it as if playing, and not caring about these monsters at all, and even stepping on it and laughing I fuck.......

"Don't fucking laugh!! Get down to business!! I couldn't help but let out a low roar, my expression was very anxious: "These things are not used to block the way!" They are sacrifices made by the Master of Freedom!! ”

"Sacrifices?" The old ancestor was stunned for a moment, then raised his leg and stepped on it again, instantly trampling a bunch of human faces: "Are you sure it's a sacrifice?" Did you sense it? ”

"I must have been right...... These things must have just appeared...... I can feel their weakness......" I said, raising my arm and slashing it down at the smiling face, "There are some invisible connections, something like a vein, that is draining energy from them, like a life force....... The direction in which these energies flow is our destination, Kunlun Mountaintop! ”

As soon as the words fell, I added.

"There's a lot of stuff like this in the mountains...... Nine times out of ten, it is a sacrifice...... Their energy is also being drained away......." I said, gritting my teeth tightly and my expression became angry: "These sacrifices were originally living people...... It's a ....... that was made like this by the master of freedom."

Looking at this child's face, which was constantly being slashed by me with a knife and constantly repairing itself, my feelings became complicated.

This kid is only seven or eight years old, and he somehow let the master make it like this....... Isn't Lao Wang Ba afraid of being punished by heaven if he kills so much?

Of course, he was not afraid.

It is estimated that in the eyes of that cultist, no matter how powerful God is, he is not as powerful as the old evil gods he believes in.

Those of us who always jump out to find trouble are not afraid of him, let alone the ethereal curse?

Besides, he has been out and mixed up for so many years, if there is really a curse, this old Wang Ba would have died a thousand and eight hundred times, how can he still live until now?

Under my continuous slashing, the face was still full of smiles, and at an extremely slow speed, I chopped it into minced meat little by little......

Not to mention, although this thing is not aggressive, it is really difficult to get rid of, just like hob meat, it is difficult to steam and cook without rotting.......

Although the other faces were not so difficult, it also made our group of people exert a little effort, and even the killing ghosts were panting, and they shouted cursed: "There are too many of these things....... According to your account....... They are all over the mountains....... It's not realistic for us to get rid of them in a short period of time......."

"Not necessarily." I said, looking at the Miao Knife faintly flashing with a green glow in my hand, my expression was not so solemn: "These things are difficult to get rid of with external force, didn't you see it just now?" Brute force destruction, or my grandfather's use of magic weapons in the line to smash and fight, it will take a certain amount of time to destroy them......."

As I spoke, I glanced at the old ancestor and said with a smile: "The old ancestor is smart, when he stepped on them with his feet, he also exuded the ancient qi in his body, and every foot was carried down with qi, and at most two strokes, he could step on them into meat sauce." ”

"Then what do you mean......." The old ancestor looked at me thoughtfully and asked tentatively, "Let me step on it all the way with anger?" Clearing the way for you? ”

"No, no, no, of course it's not, let's do something, or we don't do it, if we want to do it, we have to do it well, and we can't do it......" I gritted my teeth, an unnatural smile appeared on my face, and the anger in my tone could be felt by anyone: "Doesn't Master Zizi want the vitality of these sacrifices?" We just can't give it to him! Anyway, these sacrifices will be destroyed sooner or later, and it is better to destroy them in our hands than to fall into the hands of a cultist! ”

As I said this, I had already stuck the Miao Knife into the ground, and my right hand was gripping the hilt of the knife, and the flesh and blood began to dissolve itself in an instant, turning into liquid, and constantly flowing down, along the Miao Knife to the ground.......

These liquids are connected to me, they carry more or less ancient qi, and according to my instructions, they quickly spread out in all directions......

If you want to destroy these sacrifices, you can indeed use brute force, and you can cut them all the way with a Miao knife, but it will take a lot of time.

Not to mention destroying these sacrifices, even if I am asked to kill the pigs with a seedling knife and kill a hundred or two hundred, it will take some time, right?

But fortunately, the ancient qi is extremely corrosive to these sacrifices, and when it touches the liquid dissolved by my flesh, it almost has no ability to resist, and it is all corroded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although I can't see the scenes hidden in the fog, the liquid that I diffuse is my eyes, and they give me the most direct feedback.

"I knew it would be like this...... I should have scattered them in the first place......." I muttered to myself, pulled my knife out of the field, and headed up the hill.

Without the slightest hesitation, everyone followed.

Walking through the fog with them, I found that there was not much tension left.

Because I couldn't feel anything, I couldn't see anything, I walked in the fog like a blind deaf person, and it was because of everything that I didn't know that I felt fear and nervousness.......

But now it's different, and I feel very relieved as I receive the constant feedback from those liquids.

"These liquids ..... What if they've been damaged by something else....... Does it hurt your roots? The old ancestor asked me a little worriedly.

"No, it won't."

I laughed, and as I walked, the flesh of my arms dissolved unhurriedly.

"The ancient qi they carry is all based on flesh and blood, not the origin of my life, even if they are all destroyed by external forces, I will not be hurt in the slightest......."