The speed of the woman's face is extremely fast!

Not an entity after all.

It's the primordial spirit, the spirit body, the specially refined soul!

As long as she escapes back into Doudou's body, she is safe.

However, this is skill.

Han Jingyang's identification technique identified the skills.

This is the only one in the world!

The woman's face simply doesn't know what these skills mean.

I don't even know the true power of these skills.

Besides, no matter how fast a woman's face is, can it be faster than thunder and lightning?

Therefore, as soon as the woman's face left Han Jingyang's body, it was shrouded in blazing lightning, and only a wisp of breath as fine as a hair broke through the dense electric light and drilled into Doudou's body.

The electric light lasted less than three seconds.

The electric light disappears.

The peachwood sword also dissipated its shape, turning into a blue aura and returning to the lightning strike peachwood sword.

Han Jingyang only brought Shi Xiaoya alone, so naturally he would not be unguarded, not only did he bring all the talisman props, but he also carried a lot of small props, offensive, defensive, healing, whatever.

The peachwood sword also brought three.

What has just appeared is the small sword carved by the hundred-year-old peach wood core of the fifth grade and the peach wood sword carved by the lightning strike of the sixth grade.

All have the attribute of breaking the evil phase, and the lightning strike peach wood sword of the sixth grade has the skill of "Hundred Evils and Easy to Destroy".

As soon as the skill came out, the hideous and terrifying woman's face instantly retreated.

That's the skill!

Each skill is quite extraordinary!

In other words, there are only waste props, no waste skills.

As soon as the skills come out, who will compete?

This is also the confidence for Han Jingyang to dare to set foot in this whirlpool.

Without these skills, he would never care about this kind of, and would just live his own life behind closed doors.

Thinking so, Chaolin Yuegui smiled slightly: "Thank you." ”

Lin Yuegui was stunned, and hurriedly closed his eyes to sense, but he didn't sense anything, all of them disappeared, and the evil and powerful evil spirit he felt just now disappeared, and there was not even a bit of scum left.

How?

What is it easy to get rid of?

Is it a magic skill?

Or is it a spell that Han Jingyang has mastered himself?

Obviously I didn't see Han Jingyang's magic weapon?

Moreover, this skill is so domineering? Why did you still sense the existence of heavenly thunder?

Could it be that the spell of Hundred Evil Spirits can summon heavenly thunder?

That's too powerful, isn't it?

It's ridiculously strong!

Even the purple-robed and red-robed mages of the major sects can't summon such a powerful heavenly thunder, right?

Han Jingyang, what is the origin?

How powerful a legacy does it take to cultivate such a powerful heir?

Terrible!

Thinking of this, Lin Yuegui's attitude towards Han Jingyang was even more respectful.

Meanwhile.

The woman's face was almost gone.

Lu Zhiqiang, who was far away in the quiet room of the Sunshine Garden Villa Community in Quancheng City, also covered his head and screamed: "Ah-Han Jingyang, I am inseparable from you!" Dare to distract me, you wait! ”

As Lu Zhiqiang screamed, the women in the oil paintings on the walls also moved, covering their heads in horror.

For a while, the scene was extremely weird.

Han Jingyang naturally didn't know about the Sunshine Garden, and he didn't even pay attention to Lin Yuegui's subtle change in attitude.

His attention was all on the face of the woman who had just appeared.

The appearance of this woman's face made him realize that the murderer might be stronger.

It's stronger than previously predicted.

The woman's face is the appearance of Doudou's mother, there is already one in Ji Guangzhai's oil painting, and now it is the second, and it is hidden in Doudou's body.

This means that such a woman has not just one, but at least two, or more.

This kind of skill similar to distraction may have average individual combat effectiveness, but it is weird enough and hidden enough, and it is trickier to deal with than a super master like Tian Chunming, because except for the murderer, no one knows how many such women's faces there are, in case there are hundreds or thousands......

It's scary to think about.

However, what should be faced must always be faced.

Not to mention hundreds of thousands, even tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, they must be destroyed one by one.

If it's not mixed in the first place, that's it.

Since you meddle in this matter, you can't give up halfway.

Withdrawing from the edge of the battle is not his style of doing things.

Thinking of this, Han Jingyang's eyes became more determined, and he shook his head at Shi Xiaoya: "Go and search the house and find out all the oil paintings in it." ”

Shi Xiaoya nodded, turned around and entered the house.

At this time, the village chief Deng Darong arrived, leading a dozen young men, pushing a flatbed truck, which was full of flatbed trucks and covered with black cloth: "Mr. Han, it's all here." ”

"All?"

"Well, all, I personally led the team to knock on the door to search."

"No problem?"

"It depends on Mr. Han's means, if you can convince them, naturally there is no problem, or you can only force and compensate," Deng Darong said here and said with a free smile: "Of course, as long as you can eliminate potential safety hazards, even if you are masturbated, I am willing." ”

Han Jingyang nodded, he underestimated this Humpty Dumpty before, but he didn't expect that he was still a little responsible.

Not to mention the rest, it is not possible for ordinary people to find someone in such a short period of time and break into the villagers' houses to search out all the oil paintings.

Highly efficient.

Precision.

Decisive.

It is worthy of being a person who has run through the rivers and lakes.

If it were someone else, I wouldn't be able to believe Han Jingyang's words.

But the more this is the case, the more we must do it well.

Otherwise, this Humpty Dumpty will definitely be in trouble, and it is no problem to be sentenced to burglary, even if he is not sentenced, this petty official will not be able to continue, and leaving a case record may even affect his children and grandchildren.

So he beckoned to the door: "Come in, come in with a steward, and then an old man, if you have yin and yang, come together, I Han Jingyang will give you an explanation for this matter today." ”

The villagers looked at each other, a little scared.

Just now, he was emotional, shouting for Han Jingyang to kneel, and even wanted to kill Han Jingyang.

Now calm down, even if you don't have a good brain, you will realize that there must be something going on here.

Moreover, these people at the door saw Han Jingyang's actions with their own eyes, although they could only see Han Jingyang's actions, they would also feel the strong metaphysical flavor in them.

Plus the occasion......

It's the fool who comes out.

is still in charge, rubbing his blue neck and standing up: "Today's matter really has to be said well, Shenzhuang can't be messed up, let alone die, and since Zhenhua's death is strange, Mr. Han, as a witness or even a suspect to a certain extent, you also need to explain everyone's doubts." ”

Han Jingyang nodded: "This is as it should be, if you don't say that I will do the same, but I still hope that you can calm everyone's emotions, I'm worried...... You will not be able to accept the cruel truth. ”

The steward frowned: "What do you mean?" ”

"Literally, in this incident, most of the people in the village are participants, either active or passive, not to mention the previous incident, Zhou Zhenhua's murder may be the handiwork of a certain villager."

"Impossible!"

"Don't say it so absolutely, of course, I mean that he may not have killed Zhou Zhenhua consciously or actively, but it is very likely that he has become an accomplice to the murderer unknowingly."

The steward's face changed, he turned his head to look at the door, and roared: "What about Zhou Laosan?" ”