Ji Danhuang saw that the rich purple human form rushed towards him, he didn't know what it was at all, and his intuition thought that it should be the big move put by the village chief, so he shot out a dragon battle in the wild, and wanted to try this thing's anti-attack Cheng Dù first.

However, before his double dragon could approach the purple humanoid, a faint purple qi seeped into the purple humanoid. Immediately, the purple figure twisted slightly, and its eyes became lighter and lighter, and finally collapsed.

Ji Danhuang was a little stupid. This thing, just gone?

Seeing that the Demon Shadow Kill he had displayed with a five-hundred-year lifespan was easily defeated by others, the village chief couldn't help but be furious, turned his head and shouted: "What, now you want to go together? Hahahaha! Come on, come on! Lao Tzu is not afraid of you!"

Untrustworthy guys, hum!

Ji Hongguang raised his hand slowly, flipped his wrist, and gently and skillfully pinched the village chief's wrist, and with a slight force, the village chief was sweating profusely in pain, and his strength seemed to be emptied, and he fell to the ground and couldn't move. But even so, his eyes that refused to admit defeat still glared at Ji Hongguang viciously.

Ji Hongguang smiled slightly, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the village chief fell four or five meters away: "I said before, we don't want to seize this village, why do you use such an extreme secret technique as Demon Shadow Killing? Five hundred years of life, but it is not so easy to get, isn't it a pity to waste it so much?"

The village chief stiffened his neck and said: "Lao Tzu doesn't need your fake concern, you are just afraid that I will slaughter that kid! I know what my strength is, and I know that even if I fight for my life today, I will not be able to stop you." But as long as I have a breath left, don't try to hurt the people in the village!"

After years of war and continuous killing, the widows and orphans left in the village are all protected by everyone with their lives. He is not alone guarding the villagers in this small village, but with the faith of his dead relatives and friends, guarding their cherished relatives.

After living in this poisonous swamp for all these years, everyone has long been eroded by poisonous gas, and it is not long before they die, but they are still stubbornly fighting against death. As long as there is still a breath of air, we will never give up the belief in survival.

Ji Hongguang didn't speak, he looked at the scarred man in front of him with a little appreciation, and suddenly seemed to see the Demon Realm generals who swore to follow him back then. At that time, they killed Lingxiao Mountain with the belief of never dying.

Such a man, after some tempering, should be the elite of the demon world, but because of the perennial killing and conquest, he has no fixed place to live, and he lives in this harsh swamp, and he is devastated, which is really a violent thing.

Jiang Yushang asked, "Do you still want to fight?"

The village chief shouted, "Fight, why don't you fight! If you want to enter the village, step over my corpse!" He stretched out his arms and guarded the dilapidated little village behind him in a protective posture.

Ji Danhuang muttered: "Before you came back, we all went in and walked around, and there was no one." ”

They wanted to go in to see if anyone could ask you where you could spend the night, but they turned around and didn't even see a ghost, and the doors of each house were closed, silent. On the contrary, I went out of the village and wanted to discuss whether I should find someone to go in and have a look, but I ran into such an unreasonable strong man, and I was about to start fighting.

Although Ji Danhuang's voice was low, the village chief also heard something. When he learned that the men had gone into the village and walked around, his face changed dramatically, and he roared like madness, got up, and rushed to the village.

The people, not knowing what had happened, followed the village chief into the village, but saw him rush to the ruined house at the other end of the village. Then an even more mournful roar sounded, and everyone saw the village chief staggering out, and fell down in front of the door with a "plop" in his arms, still holding a thin little girl in his arms.

The little girl was as thin as a kitten, half of her face was festering from the poisonous gas of the moor, and the only remaining half of her face had been slightly corroded, and she looked a little terrible. The girl's eyes were closed, and she was long gone.

Everyone suddenly thought that when they entered the village before, there was no sound at all, was it because the villagers here had already ...... He's dead?

Thinking of this, Long Jin turned around and rushed into the nearest house next to him, and as soon as the door opened, he saw an old man lying on the ground, his body cold, and he had been dead for a long time. The rest of the people looked around the neighborhood and found all the bodies that had been cold.

Seventeen people in one village, all but the village chief, died in their own homes. Deaths vary from horror to serenity.

Wei Chi Xianzhang shook his head and sighed: "I died so cleanly, I didn't even leave a breath." ”

Ji Danhuang asked, "Then how did they die?"

There were no other wounds on these corpses except for festering skin, and there were no bruises or internal injuries on their bodies, and they looked as if they had died suddenly. However, the sudden death of sixteen people at the same time is too weird.

Ren Bikong said: "They died because their life was taken away. It seems that before we got here, someone came here and sucked all the vitality of these people away. ”

The vitality of such a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people is as weak as a candle in the wind, how useful can it be if it is sucked out?

Chen Huangying stammered: "Who did this TMD, even the little girl doll didn't let go." From time to time, his eyes turned to the village chief's side to see the long-dead girl in his arms.

So thin and small, it must be malnourished. has suffered so much in this life and died so early, I hope she can give birth to a good family in the next life.

No one spoke. Ji Danhuang and the three of them sighed at the misfortune of the deceased, while the faces of the remaining people were not very good-looking, but Long Muyan was already deep in thought at this time.

The feeling that remains here seems to be ......

Without waiting for everyone to say anything more, the village chief, who was holding the dead girl as sluggish as a stone sculpture, suddenly let out a beast-like roar, raised his left hand and slammed it towards Nangong Jun, who was closest to him. The rich purple cyclone swirled like a knife, as if it was about to grind everyone into a pulp.

Nangong Jun noticed something strange behind him, his left hand was open, and the ring on his index finger flashed slightly, and a gorgeous big bow with a length of one and a half meters appeared in his hand. With his right hand gently hooking the string, Nangong Jun turned around neatly, and in the trembling hum of the bowstring, the village chief had already fallen to the ground.

But he was not pierced by an arrow of light, but by the strong wind brought up by the tremor of the bowstring, and he was knocked to the ground.