Blood flowed from the neck and shoulders, and with it, a painful pain.

Ye Ling twisted his sword blade slightly, and the more intense pain hit him like a wave.

Compared to the severe pain, even death becomes much more cute.

On Han Mou's head, beads of sweat the size of beans dripped down, his teeth chattered, he didn't even have the strength to howl, and his eyes looked straight at the ground.

Seeing this scene, Ye Ling said something that everyone couldn't think of

"Okay, don't pretend, wearing a sack of flesh and skin, do you really think you are human?"

Suddenly, Han Mou stopped his performance and turned his head to look at Ye Ling.

His expression was strange, with surprise, slyness, and a hint of a smile.

"Well, that's right, don't pretend if it doesn't hurt, you're not human, you really don't act like it. ”

As he spoke, Ye Ling raised his right foot and stomped on Han Mou's chest fiercely.

The thighs exert force and kick down hard!

Click!

Han Mou's chest cavity was filled with the sound of bones shattering, and then the entire chest was like a real sack, and it was directly deflated.

White, slightly yellowish bones peeking out of the ribcage.

Ye Ling used the tip of his sword to cut off a bone and said, "This is a deer bone, right?"

Han Mou didn't answer the question directly, but gritted his teeth, and asked in a strange voice with a strange voice, "Ye Ling, how did you see through me?"

"How can I see through you?" Ye Ling's eyes were full of disdain.

"Just because you made those pickled things in the cave, just because you have the surname of the people like a mustard, just because you have a good skin, but you don't even have a trace of human flavor!"

There was a cacophony of footsteps behind him.

Zhang Wenfeng and Garcia had also arrived at this time.

Seeing that Han Mou's body had been fatally injured, but his face was painless, and he didn't look like a dying person at all, Zhang Wenfeng asked:

"He's a goblin?"

Ye Ling looked back at Zhang Wenfeng, and felt that he should also give his apprentice an insight: "He is not a goblin, the accurate name should be 'Soul Shaping Master'." ”

Soul Shaper, a branch of cultivation in the Stygian Blood Hell after the ascension of evil cultivators.

Unlike martial artists, whose main purpose is to cultivate themselves, soul shapers focus on the shaping of souls and flesh and blood.

Strictly speaking, Garcia is a soul shaper in some sense.

This kind of cultivator has no reverence for the dead, and only uses soul and flesh as raw materials for the construction of new creatures.

Their own strength is not strong, but there will always be powerful flesh and blood monsters around them, protecting them, their strength is terrifying, and they are not afraid of death.

After all, they are unconscious, and the word "fear" does not come to mind.

If Ye Ling didn't guess wrong, everything this Han Mou did was to create a huge flesh monster.

The bloodline of the Primordial Yellow Wind Demon is indeed a good choice.

From the perspective of the soul shapers themselves, although they were contaminated with evil qi, they did not cultivate many spells, and it was easy for them to hide their evil aura.

When they came to the human world, their cultivation was greatly weakened, and their breath was even weaker.

However, for the evil cultivators who cultivated themselves, the weakening of their own strength had little impact on the soul shaper.

They can still rely on their own theories to create terrifying monsters in the human world.

If it had been placed in the past, Ye Ling would definitely ask Han Mou why he did this.

But he didn't bother to ask now.

The Stygian Blood Hell is like a madman, he has exhausted all means to destroy the mortal world.

It's better to reason with a bunch of crazy people than to get rid of them sooner.

"Wen Feng, you come. Ye Ling summoned Zhang Wenfeng to come to him.

"You will avenge the murder of your mother. ”

Ye Ling stepped on Han Mou's chest.

"Hahaha. Han Mou laughed loudly, his voice was extremely weird, "You let this kid come, he can't kill me." ”

Ye Ling frowned slightly, "I'm a sword, you're a fish, I really don't know what you're laughing at." ”

Zhang Wenfeng drew his long sword.

Han Mou was still not afraid.

He had already hidden the evil spirit in an acupuncture point in his body.

This skin didn't mean anything to him.

If Zhang Wenfeng didn't find the correct acupuncture point, then this sword would have changed from killing people to saving people.

"Boy, you're going to have to find it. Han Mou was extremely confident.

"Three inches below the ribs. Ye Ling said quickly.

Hearing this, Han Mou's eyes suddenly widened.

"You ——!"

Ugh.

The sword is in the body.

Evil spirit!

In the midst of a sea of fire, around Han Mou's body, a boundless cold aura was actually released.

The surviving disciples of the Fire Phoenix Pavilion present were all thinly clothed.

But they didn't feel cold on their skin, they only felt a cold breath that penetrated the skin on the outside, reaching the heart and bone marrow, and they couldn't stop trembling slightly.

Han Mou, whether it is his name or body, is just the skin of this nameless soul shaper.

He is also a scum sent by the Stygian Blood Prison, but he hides it very well, and in the last demon slaying operation, he relied on the advantage of his identity to hide.

From the perspective of killing his mother's enemy, Zhang Wenfeng didn't want to give Han Mou such a crisp death.

But he knew the righteousness and knew that he could not rely on his own selfish desires to try to torture the murderer, and finally let him escape.

Han Mou's expression finally stopped in extreme shock.

The enemy was dead, Zhang Wenfeng dropped his long sword, knelt on one knee, and bowed deeply in the direction of Nanping Town.

When he got up for the fourth time, he cried hysterically.

Like Zhang Yuanwai, this disciple of the Tianyan Sect, who was still fierce just now, cried without any scruples at this time.

Ye Ling sighed lightly and did not interfere, but turned to walk towards Ni Shang.

"Ni Pavilion Master, you can also tell me why you want to betray Hong Yuan and join forces with such evil spirits. ”

Seeing that the general trend had gone, Nishang simply swore to the death.

"You do it, anyway, whether I say it or not, it's a death. ”

As she spoke, she actually took the initiative to put her snow neck on Ye Ling's blade.

A trail of blood appeared from her neck.

"You're wrong. Ye Ling actually withdrew the Seven Star Sword.

"Xiaoya, help me take her. ”

"Good. ”

Hearing this, Nishang became excited, "What are you doing! Kill me!"

"Hmph. ”

Ye Ling snorted lightly, and as she spoke, Garcia had already lifted her up.

With the last bit of spiritual power, the phoenix tattoo became hot and red, and it instantly ignited a fire, trying to make Garcia push back.

But the next moment, Garcia quietly released the breath of the necromancy, and the cold air penetrated her body, instantly suppressing the flames of the neon dress.

It's useless to struggle, Garcia is like a strong calf, and the little strength of Ni Shang can't even shake a finger.

"The fire of justice and sacrifice of 40,000 soldiers has been so spoiled by you scum, no wonder you all have this kind of virtue!" Ye Ling's tone became cold.

As if she had been hit by the vital point, Ni Shang looked at Ye Ling in horror.

Ye Ling raised his hand and grabbed it at Ni Shang's jaw.