What is He Shang like?

A man-eating beast, half a demon cultivator, insidious and cunning, and a guy who can use three indiscriminate means to never carry it head-on.

But in the words of the end, it is a ...... Mortal turtles, immortal cultivators are illiterate.

The "formation" and "spell" are not clear, and he has never received a common sense education in the world of cultivating immortals, and his education level is only not illiterate.

It's a fool to be a guy like that.

The last demon pupil told the lies it had made up in a dull tone. Fortunately, He Shang doesn't have any common sense of cultivating immortals, so it's easy to fool.

It said, saying that the black face on the back of its right hand was the "Yin Disease Five Diseases Great Plague Spell", which had a tracking effect, and could also poison the practitioner.

What is the whole body ulcers within five days, there is no cure, and so on, and so on, it is said without money, and it is said like a third-rate myth and story of a roadside tea stall.

If it is replaced by a monk who has seen the world of cultivating immortals, eighty percent of these words will be debunked, but the object of this deception is He Shang.

He Shang grew up in the mortal world from childhood to adulthood, and he had never seen the world of cultivating immortals. This is where the confidence of Mo will never dare to use such a third-rate lie to fool him.

As soon as the call ended, He Shang's face sank completely, and it was ugly.

He looked down at the black face on his right wrist, and his face became even more difficult to look at.

He lowered his head and pondered, how did this "Yin Disease Five Diseases Great Plague Spell" come about, and how did it attach to his body?

I thought about it for a moment, but I couldn't understand it. This matter can only be attributed to the strength and weirdness of the power of cultivating immortals.

According to the words of the last one, this insidious spell can only be lifted by killing the caster.

Killing the spellcaster is also killing the immortal cultivator behind you!

He Shang's heart became colder and colder, and his body was like falling into an ice cellar. His mind was chaotic and chaotic. His heart was in turmoil, and his hand somehow touched the hilt of the sword at his waist and grasped it tightly.

I knew that I wouldn't have participated in the troubled waters of Fuguilou.

He Shang regretted it very much, but this regret was only erased for a moment in his heart.

There is no time to regret and get angry! The most urgent task is to find a way to break the deadlock.

He Shang pondered, and then came to the conclusion - kill!

The sword was unsheathed, and the sharp blade shone with a cold light. He Shang made up his mind, and Mo Jue also smiled.

It knew that the impasse was broken.

Mo Jue looked at He Shang and glanced around at the terrain around him, and then got into the dilapidated house.

The house is dilapidated, and cracks in the walls and holes in the roof are ornaments of a unique style. However, this room is still habitable, at least on the surface, it still looks sturdy.

Fortunately, the previous occupant died of the plague. This reason makes the wanderer feel awe, so that this place does not become a place for beggars to stay.

He Shang walked into this obscure place, and looked around the scene inside the house as soon as he entered the door.

It's tattered, messy, and messy. It seems that after the death of the original owner, the place was looted, and basically everything that could be used was swept away.

But what does this matter?

He Shang smiled self-deprecatingly, thinking about his ambush location.

He wants to fight to the death with immortal cultivators, so naturally he can't face it head-on. He Shang needs an advantage, even if it is a faint advantage.

Looking left and right, He Shang found a few places in his mind that could be ambushed, but on the whole, he was still not satisfied.

Eventually, he set his sights on the door of the family.

The doorway that connects the inside and outside of the house is dilapidated at this time. The gate was gone, and only one of the original two gates remained, and it was still lying alone on the ground.

One gate fell to the ground, and the other was nowhere to be found. I don't know if it was in the winter matchmaker or the carpenter's house.

But He Shangke doesn't care about these miscellaneous things, he only cares about the predicament he faces.

The gate, is a nice ambush ground. It can be retreated or entered, and it is also a must-go place to enter the house.

Bow your head and ask the demon pupil, and get a reply. The tracking spell only shows the general direction of the practitioner, not the exact point.

After getting the necessary information, He Shang didn't say much, walked directly to the side of the gate, and nailed it to that place.

This is where he looks for a good ambush location, hoping to get the first move and take advantage of the battle by surprise methods.

If the sneak attack can be successful, it would be better to cut off the head of the immortal cultivator with a single sword. But this kind of thing can only be imagined, He Shang knows very well that this time his enemy is not a miscellaneous fish waste.

The sword was held in his hand, and from time to time it showed a cold glow. He Shang knew very well the sharpness of this sword, and it was not a problem to decapitate and cut off limbs.

At this moment, the sky is getting brighter. The white light outside illuminated the courtyard, and the gate also shone in the white light, creating a vague white light curtain.

He Shang looked at this white light curtain, and he knew that this white light was his eyes.

As long as that immortal cultivator came to the gate, his shadow would definitely be revealed on this white light curtain.

He Shang stood at the gate of the house and waited. The man-eating beast has prepared traps and awaits its opponents.

Everything was ready, just waiting for the immortal to come to the feast.

(Boy, you're tired?)

While waiting, a certain demon pupil came out to slow down the atmosphere.

"Well, it's tiring to run away. ”

Since it was waiting, He Shang didn't mind chatting with Mo Jue. Because he was so nervous that he had to distract from it.

The amber demon pupil on the back of his hand was excited, and he couldn't describe the excitement.

(Hey, how do you want to fight this fight?)

"Ambush, close combat. ”

(Hehe, such a head-on and direct fight is not your style.) Mojue smiled, and then spoke in a sarcastic tone, (Do you know you're at a disadvantage right now?)

“...... You said. ”

(Hahaha!)

The last one smirked, its laughter filled with sharp sarcasm.

(First of all!) You start out at a disadvantage and try to escape, only to be chased by the enemy. That...... You are now consuming a lot of stamina and are not in good shape. ）

He Shang was silenced by the analysis of the demon pupil, and he also knew that his physical strength was now large and his state was poor.

(The second point!) You're forced into a battle that you're not familiar with. You know what? Most of your previous battles were sneak attacks, poisoning, and sprinkling lime, so you can succeed time and time again. Meanness is your virtue. ）

(But...... I want to ask you, do you still have a chance to poison now, do you still have lime to sprinkle on your body? Look at you now, even a sneak attack is a superficial ambush. Is there a chance for a sneak attack in the current situation? Tsk, you're like a fish out of water. ）

What Mo Jue said was very reasonable, and He Shang could only continue to be silent. But it didn't stop yet, because there was still something to say.

(The third, last, and most important point!)

(You are now not only facing an immortal cultivator, but also facing the worldview that you have established since childhood!The worldview of the supremacy of immortals!...... Are you feeling uneasy now, scared?)

The end of the analysis of the current situation, and He Shang also clenched his sword.

Not because of these words, but because of the scene presented on the white curtain of light.

A faint figure appeared on the white light curtain.