The reason why it is strange is naturally that person because there are many things that are different from ordinary people.

That person was very short, and from the outside, Nanke was just a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old, but that person was two heads shorter than Nanke.

That man was ugly, and no matter how clear the morning light was, it became disgusting when it fell on the ears, mouth, and nose that seemed to be stitched together at random.

The man bulged high behind him, and it looked like he was a hunchback.

The man was dressed in black, and his clothes were cleanly washed, but for some reason, he could always smell a fishy smell.

Seeing such a thin, short, disabled, and foul-smelling person, most people will have feelings of disgust, wait to calm down, or give birth to some pity and sympathy.

Chen Changsheng didn't.

The first time he saw this man, his vigilance became extremely strong.

It's like the feeling when I saw Zhou Tong under the begonia tree in the North Terracotta Alley.

He felt that he saw the extreme, unreasonable, unconvincing, and undiluted evil.

There are some subtle differences between this person's evil and Zhou Tong's evil, and they are even more filthy.

"Who are you?" Chen Changsheng asked, looking at the strange man.

The man's ugly face showed uneasiness.

Because the morning light was so bright, he forgot to cover his face with his hat.

He was seen, which made him feel inferior again, and he once again had a desire to destroy the world.

The thought of destroying the world calmed down a lot and laughed.

The strange man's smile was also very strange, and the corners of his mouth opened completely when he smiled, revealing those deranged, sharp beast-like teeth, which looked terrifying.

"Since I can't kill you secretly, I have to try to see if I can kill you on the spot. ”

The man's voice was also very unpleasant, like two pieces of porcelain that were rubbing against each other, very harsh.

After saying this, he stretched out his hands and made a gesture towards Chen Changsheng.

In the bright morning light, it could be clearly seen that his hands were covered with hair and scales, and he looked a little disgusting.

Chen Changsheng's attention was not on this, only on the gesture of his hands.

In reality, he had never seen such a hand pattern, but he had read through the Daozang and had seen a similar picture in a very old Taoist book.

This is the most authentic Daomen array mudra, and it is an ancient practice that has been lost for a long time in the state religion.

Whether it is the palace or the Holy Maiden Peak, there is no inheritance of the door exercises now.

This person exudes an air of neutrality and peace, even divine solemnity.

There was a faint condensation of black qi between his hands, lightning was generated in the middle, and there was an infinite smell of filth.

With the most authentic and ancient state religion magic, but using the most evil means, what kind of monster is this?

Chen Changsheng's pupils shrank, and his right hand grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Seeing that this sudden battle was about to begin, no one expected that a new change would take place next.

The hunchbacked monster suddenly glanced upwards and said angrily, "Why do you have so many helpers!"

After saying this, his figure suddenly vanished, and he was about to retreat out the window.

If you want to escape in front of Chen Changsheng and Nanke, where is it so easy.

Countless sword intents loomed around the kitchen, blocking all paths.

With a clear light, Nanke disappeared from its place.

Chen Changsheng was not worried that this strange person would be able to run away, in such a short distance, few people could be faster than Nanke, even if her wings disappeared mysteriously, however...... What happened next was completely beyond his imagination.

At the same time that Nanke disappeared, the strange man also disappeared.

Countless winds whistled, countless wisps of mist from the iron pot were carried out, and the morning light outside the window kept flickering.

It was clear that the two men were moving through the room at high speed at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.

With the near-lightning speed of the South Guest, there was no way to catch the other party in a short period of time.

The vigilance in Chen Changsheng's heart became stronger and stronger, and the right hand holding the hilt of the sword was slightly forced.

After a few rubbing sounds, several extremely clear sword marks appeared on the beams of the room, and several swords broke through the morning light and stabbed somewhere.

A roar of pain and anger rang out.

The strange man was forced to show his form, a sword wound appeared on his right shoulder, and the stench of blood slowly overflowed.

Several green rays burst out of the air and grabbed at the strange man's throat, which was Nanke's fingers.

The strange man's clothes shattered.

Two gray shadows appeared behind him, driving his body to the other side at unimaginable speed, avoiding Nanke's attack.

It turned out that he was not a hunchback at all, and the bulge behind him turned out to be a pair of wings!

There were no feathers on those wings, and they looked more like gray lumps of flesh, a little disgusting, but they swung very quickly.

The gray shadow frantically moved, with a fishy smell, and the strange man smashed directly into the stove, and boom!

Under the chaotic sword, the stove disappeared in an instant, but there was no trace of the man.

Chen Changsheng and Nanke stood by the ruins of the stove, looking at the black hole on the ground, silent.

Nanke retracted his consciousness and said, "The way to the underground is full of filth, I don't know how he can get through." ”

Looking at this scene and listening to Nanke's words, Chen Changsheng was thoughtful.

In that extremely old Taoist text, a similar picture was described.

That's a very old story.

Tens of thousands of years ago, in order to pursue the realm of great freedom, a pope once realized an extremely sinister method of monasticism, that is, to separate the worldly thoughts and desires of one's own body, create a corresponding self outside the main soul, and realize the truth of heaven and earth by contemplating one's own body, and then slash it with a sword to achieve true tranquility.

The Pope had made very adequate preparations in advance, but he didn't expect that the evil thoughts and souls were even more filthy and terrifying than he had expected in advance, and the speed at which he grew through the turbidity of heaven and earth was even more unimaginable.

The Pope, who was so learned and profound, died.

This Taoist method called beheading corpses has naturally become a forbidden law of the state religion and has gradually disappeared in the long river of history.

Who would have thought that this kind of Taoism would reappear in front of his eyes today.

Before the Pope left, he told the archbishops in the palace that if the body could not be beheaded, it would be Huangquan's life.

Could it be that this monster is Huangquan?

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(There is another chapter at 8 p.m....... Well, after half a year, there are finally two more, although the number of words is not much, shake hands, I wish you all a happy weekend)