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Di Qiu's face was terrifying because of the contents of the rosary, his lips were as white as frost and snow on the heavenly mountains, his eyes were as black as charcoal, and his long bundled hair stood up to the sky, as if some terrifying magic had been conceived in him, and a palpitating fluctuation came.

The old worshipper from the Buddha sect looked frightened, sat down behind the ground, used the last trace of his mottled fingers covered with blood, pointed at Di Qiu and shouted in horror, "Kill him quickly!"

Xu Mu has always been a person who is extremely sensitive to crises, and the dark evil aura is not the same as the darkness in the strange night, but they are all of the same origin, even if the old monk doesn't say it, he will immediately rush out and cut off Di Qiu's head.

Because the other party is about to become a demon, or a strange ghost.

After the apocalypse, the Western Continent was destroyed, and the Eastern Continent fell into chaos for a long time, and the lives were devastated, no matter how strong the 0 human race was, there was a kind of acquired awe for things like demons and ghosts from the bones, because ghosts eat people.

Weak ghosts eat weak people, and powerful human races can kill weak ghosts, but if they go deep into some forbidden places, they will eventually be eaten by ghosts.

The people of the Great Zhou Dynasty did not experience much of this kind of thing being eaten by ghosts, because there was no dark forbidden place like the Night Domain in their land, but it did not mean that there were no ghosts here.

Xu Mu knew very well that this was definitely a very powerful ghost, because the old monk smashed Di Qiu's natal knife with a pestle, and his strength was so strong, but he had not been able to surpass this ghost for a long time, which showed that it was terrifying.

The old monk was very scared, so his lips were as white as frost, and the other two royal worshippers who knew the origin of this ghost were also shocked, and they all wanted to come to support, but they were desperately entangled by Di Qiu's accomplices.

All this happened in an instant, and in this instant, Xu Mu had already rushed out with a knife.

He was not afraid of ghosts, because he was originally a demon killer.

Xu Mu held the hunting knife made of pure steel with both hands, and did not use the black one, his hunting knife was raised vertically to his chest, his eyes were straight and tough, as if he was holding something sacred, like a knight fighting with a sword, and stabbed fiercely at the strange ghost who had not yet completely occupied Di Qiu's sea of knowledge.

"Puff ......"

The steel knife penetrated through his chest, Xu Mu turned the handle with a serious face, stirred it in his heart, and then split the bone upwards and slashed towards Zhihai, and the scarlet blood leaked out along the blade, splashing Xu Mu all over his body, but he didn't mind.

His eyes are determined, this has happened many times in the past when hunting in the mountains, in order not to let those prey instinctively fight back in the last moments of life, it is not safe to break the heart or even the head, he will often use the most extreme and safest way to kill them, that is, to cut the prey in half.

From top to bottom, from the hair to the heels, it is divided into two, so that no matter how powerful and perverted the prey is, even if it is a prey that has been stained with a trace of darkness, it will no longer have a chance to fight back to the death.

The beast can't do it, Di Qiu can't do it, and neither can the ghost who occupies his sea of knowledge, so when Xu Mu's knife slashed from his heart to the Adam's apple, and then wanted to cut his head in half, this ghost, who had been imprisoned in the rosary for several months, finally had the right to control the actions of the flesh as he wanted.

He didn't want this right to disappear, so he raised his palm with a scream, and forcibly clamped the steel knife that reflected the cold light with his palm.

Yes, clamping, like clamping a wire with pliers, Xu Mu's whole body and even the muscles on his face were exerting force, so that his expression became very hideous, but the knife was stuck in the middle of the palms of both hands, as if it was stuck in the scabbard, and he couldn't move forward a bit.

Looking at the ghost thing in front of him with his hands folded, as if he was worshipping the Buddha, Xu Mu suddenly felt a little funny, a ghost thing that was sealed by the old monk in the Buddhist prayer beads and wanted to be exceeded, and the first action he made in order to survive after coming out was actually a gassho.

He wondered, did this count as taking refuge in Buddhism?

Ridiculous thoughts flashed in his mind, Xu Mu's movements did not stop, the combat experience honed between life and death for many years had already told him what to do, what if the knife was caught by someone, it didn't matter if he couldn't move forward,

He can be picked up or pressed down.

In an instant, Xu Mu held his breath, moved his right hand forward half a palm, held the handle of the knife with his left hand, and pulled the knife fiercely into his inner arms, such a posture was like a farmer who has been exposed to the sun all year round and wants to pull a stubborn donkey who does not want to go home and has to go to a neighboring village to breed.

Xu Mu tugged his side, but unexpectedly, the stubborn donkey seemed to figure out that the female donkey didn't like him, and even if he went, he wouldn't breed with him, and he didn't exert himself in the opposite direction.

So no matter how many times the donkey is larger than the man, it is still pulled.

That donkey was the ghost that occupied Di Qiu's body in front of him, from the time he was released from the rosary by the old monk, to the knife that competed with Di Qiu for the sea of knowledge and then instantly grabbed Xu Mu, all this was only in an instant.

Xu Mu knew that no matter how powerful this ghost was before, it was impossible to use his unstable broken body to see the situation in front of him clearly in this short moment.

What's more, it's not just Di Qiu's body, this ghost is already broken, because he has been trapped in that rosary for many days.

Di Qiu's body was very light, and the hands controlled by the strange ghost did not use the opposite force, just as Xu Mu guessed, this ghost didn't even have that concept, he didn't know what to do after clamping the steel knife in front of him, so his body flew along the steel knife.

While in the air, the ghost reacted, and he let go of the hand that was tightly clasped on the knife, but at this moment Xu Mu also let go of the handle of the knife, and his body jumped into the air at an extremely tricky angle, and smashed Di Qiu's temple with the hardest knee.

"Click!"

The thunder on his knees smashed a huge pit against Di Qiu's head, and the hard black stone ground in front of the city gate.

The force coming from this knee was too great to shatter anything primitive in the world, even meteoric iron, and since the hard black stone on the ground was shattered, Di Qiu's undefended skull was naturally shattered, and it was even more completely shattered.

The white flowers composed of walnut intestines were smashed by Xu Mu's knee, like a bowl of half-cooked egg custard was splashed on the wall, Di Qiu's head was so bad that it couldn't be worse, Zhihai naturally collapsed, and he couldn't die anymore.

Between heaven and earth, a wisp of invisible evil qi flew up from the hole in the ground, and then rushed out several meters away, and it was the ghost who had just occupied the body but was beaten out, and he wanted to escape.

Xu Mu didn't chase him out, not because he was afraid, what he was not afraid of was being invaded by the divine soul, as strong as the leaders of the Heavenly Tree were defeated in that sea, although he didn't do it personally, but the defense was always there, he just didn't know how to eliminate the ghosts, and it was useless to chase them out.

The means of eliminating the demon division, the method of thunder and fire of the Daomen, cannot be used, and exposing his identity will not only kill him, but even affect Zhou Yuan.

It's just that fortunately, the relieved old monk trembled and took out another bracelet, he closed his eyes slightly, and recited some kind of scripture that Xu Mu couldn't understand, so the ghost instantly screamed in horror as if he had met the king of Hades, and turned into a wisp of green smoke and was collected into the prayer bead from afar.

The color of the rosary instantly darkened, and the luster became dim, and the eighteen beads trembled at the same time, as if the ghost was struggling inside, but in the end there was no movement.

Seeing this scene, Xu Mu breathed a sigh of relief.

The biggest scourge was solved, Di Qiu was dead, and the remaining two people from the Weaving Heaven Pavilion could not be the two royal ones who were enough to worship, or even the opponent of the middle-aged man, so he naturally didn't have to worry about anything.

Sure enough, Di Qiu's death brought a great impact to the two accomplices, and the spell that was forcibly intercepted a moment ago became a joke, and the middle-aged man and the old man shot with all their might, and soon the two reckless lords could not be defeated, and they could only choose to surrender in order to survive.

"Be honest, there's still a way to live."

The middle-aged man sealed the two of them and tied them together with a magic rope, and then he looked at Xu Mu with a tired and worried face.

He cared more about Xu Mu than the old man's order, which he showed in the battle just now

The unparalleled potential or strength, not only easily crushed the juniors of the same realm of the Weaving Heaven Pavilion, but even Di Qiu's knife was not afraid, and rushed down without hesitation from the blessing of the city wall, and the moment he was locked the knife, he found a way to break the game, shattering Di Qiu's head in one fell swoop, and laying the foundation for victory.

Such an old and spicy combat experience, a resolute consciousness does not know how many times it takes to go through life and death tempering to become proficient, Xu Mu is so young but has reached this realm, how terrifying this is, the man asked himself, at least he can't do better than Xu Mu.

"You're all right."

Xu Mu shook his head silently, what could he do? The strength of those third-stage disciples of the Weaving Heaven Pavilion may not be as good as the five guards killed on the Sword Pavilion, Di Qiu was also killed by him, it seems to be thrilling, but in fact, it doesn't take much effort.

It can be said that except for the aftermath of the lord's melee at the beginning, which shocked him a little to his stomach, his state has not been damaged much until now.

So he became angry.

The middle-aged man didn't know what Xu Mu was thinking, he just turned his head to look at the messy environment around him, the collapsed houses and the bloody corpses everywhere, and rubbed his temples with some headaches.

Arresting the Demon of Zhitian Pavilion thought it was an errand to give merit for nothing, but he didn't expect that he almost put his life into it, and it caused such a serious loss, he really didn't know how to give the errand, or how to deal with the emperor, His Royal Highness Zhou Yuan.

"Time is pressing, and His Royal Highness Zhou Yuan didn't appoint an order, so we came out to help in violation of the law, but we made it like this." The middle-aged man looked at Xu Mu with a bit of distress in his eyes, sighed and said, "Little brother, you have a lot of relationship with His Royal Highness Zhou Yuan, and your identity is definitely not ordinary, so you must remember to help us say good things when the time comes."

"Okay, if I can come back."

Xu Mu agreed to the man's request, and without too many words, he casually picked up a horse that was hiding in the ruins in a panic, turned over and was about to ride out of the city.

The middle-aged man was stunned, where is Xu Mu going, could it be that he is afraid of being blamed from above, so he is going to run away?

"You ......"

"If Zhou Yuan asks, you will say that I will kill Xian'er Jiu." Xu Mu rode out of the city gate, the hunting knife was pinned into his waist, his eyes were as quiet as a lake, and the surging killing intent was brewing inside, not knowing when it would gush out.

He was deceived by the woman, but the other party was not punished by the rules of the Great Dao, and it was obvious that the Oiran master of the Weaving Heaven Pavilion had already prepared the means to crack it, so that they would lose both, and then slipped away from the West City Gate himself.

Xu Mu didn't know what happened to Zuo Mingqiu and Li Zao, but he also knew that the situation would be very bad, many people would lose their lives because of his mistakes, and even if he hadn't chosen here, if it wasn't for Di Qiu's accomplices who ran away and didn't choose to fight to the death, he might have died, so he couldn't forgive Xian'er Jiu.

So he's going to kill her now.