Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 320: 1 Nothing in my heart, empty talk fools all

“Crack—Gulu—”

The sounds of chewing and swallowing came from the dark fog, and the dark color outlined the outline of piety. Why is it called piety?

The kneeling person, leaning against the lying person with a submissive look, inevitably reminds people of the believers' sacrifice to the statue, which is clearly a horrific scene of eating human bodies raw. If you ignore Yanhong, the other person's slow and leisurely appearance is actually somewhat elegant and humble.

I couldn't help but stop to avoid disturbing them. Was it because of the fear of cannibalism? Was it because of the reverence for faith? The unknown was intertwined at this moment.

The person lying there closed his eyes, but blood was dripping and his blood vessels seemed to still be throbbing, sticking to his skin and flesh.

The sound of raw human flesh being chewed, teeth and bones scraping against each other could not be isolated, penetrating his oral mucosa, skull, and landing symbols.

As if combining his appetite with a fresh craving, the cannibal raised his head. His face was exactly the same as the person under him, making the feeling of pulling and tearing even more obvious at this moment.

Swallowing fearlessly in front of everyone is weird, but it seems to be the manifestation of "evil", raising and lowering the inherent but abandoned savagery of human beings.

The beast-like claws cut off or the deformed ten fingers are lifted directly, and the lips are aimed at the most obvious cracks to bite, and the teeth are bitten hard, allowing the teeth to continuously grab pieces of meat. The human flesh and blood are swallowed vaguely, like livestock to be slaughtered.

"His" face was covered with messy bloodstains and calm, but he looked blind. He closed his eyes, as if he was imitating, imitating... the person under him.

"From a distance, we all agree that the chicken stele is wise, but when we look closely, we realize that it is a puppet. There is nothing in the heart, and it is just a vain attempt to fool people."

It's a fake body covered in human skin and blood, but no matter what, it can never learn the compassion of human nature.

Brilliant sword lights, sword shadows, flying blood, and deep red color scattered in the air - while everyone was still shocked and astonished, Qin Xiao had already drawn his sword and killed the evil with it.

These seemingly harmless phantom demons, their murderous nature and ferocity, burst out like blazing fire when they kill.

The phantom demon that was broken into two pieces was still breathing, grinning with his index finger against his lips.

"Shh - it's staring at you... Stay rational, I hope you can still distinguish later... hehehe..."

Maybe it was because it was cut in half, but the demon's eyes became a little dazed, and they moved stiffly. Even after he finished speaking and died, he still moved slowly, but no one noticed it in the gray mist.

Wu Feipeng frowned as he looked at the phantom demon that was split into two halves and then turned back into its original form. He felt that the situation was becoming serious and planned to report it to the sect as soon as he returned.

However, the latter part is understandable, it is nothing more than saying that the phantom demon will disguise more and more like it, but who is the "it" mentioned in the previous part? Is it the demon master? Or is it someone they don't know? Why would this phantom demon tell them this? Is it also part of the plan? It is very suspicious that it is here specifically.

A serious person tries to discern reliable information from those intermittent words, while a direct person...

"You're still challenging me even after you're dead?" Qin Xiao had an expression that said "How can a devil be so brave?" He still walked in front, his feet moving fast, with the momentum to destroy the opponent's lair.

"Fellow Daoist Qin! It's better not to go deep into the depths alone. The phantom demons are good at disguise. If we let them sneak in...Fellow Daoist Qin is naturally not afraid. It's just that we are stupid. If we can't tell Fellow Daoist Qin from you, wouldn't it be a joke? Why bother Fellow Daoist Qin to help?"

Qin Xiao narrowed his eyes and was about to say something, but after hearing Duan Jiashu's next words, his brows relaxed - this is the art of speaking.

"You are good at talking, but you are right about one thing. Catching monsters still depends on me."

Wu Feipeng kept smiling, but leaned against Duan Jiashu and complained in a low voice.

"Why are you coaxing this childish guy? He will be taking advantage of you." In Sister Yan's words, he is strong.

"Brother Qin is obviously soft-hearted and does not respond to hardship. It is easier to talk to him if we go along with him. He just said some nice things and there were fewer arguments. It's good. Everyone is satisfied."

"I am not satisfied."

"...Want to be slapped?" Duan Jiashu snorted, thinking that Wu Feipeng was just looking for trouble - wanting him to coax him? This was simply the opposite of what Tian Gang was doing!

After being glared at, Wu Feipeng smiled even more and stood up straight pretending to be serious, as if nothing had happened. However, he didn't know that the expressions of the disciples of the Discipline Hall behind him when they looked at him were simply indescribable.

Disciples of the Discipline Hall: How cheap! This slap was really given, it felt like he was licking his palm...

It is difficult to tell time in the fog. As time passes, it seems that only the increasingly dark environment is counting down the seconds.

Until a group of bloated clouds in the night sky suddenly spit out the moon that had been swallowed up, and everything suddenly became clear.

The bright moon was round like a silver plate, shining gently on people's faces. White light leaked from the sky and treetops to the ground, like a devil's hand with thousands of claws.

There were quite a few people in the team, gathering from all directions. Everyone was lured here, or met along the way, or came here because they felt something was wrong - there was a feeling that they could clearly see that this might be a trap for them, but they were helpless.

The general trend is like an invisible hand, fanning the flames from behind.

The black fog became thicker, and even the faces of the people around me became unreal. The hazy figures were buried in the fog, swaying, and it seemed that they would open a huge bloody mouth and swallow you up at any time.

Suddenly, the sound of weapons clashing and the dull sound of flesh and blood could be heard from near and far, and someone hurriedly passed on the message.

"A lot of phantom demons have infiltrated our community! Fellow Taoists, please be careful to identify the people around you!"

Hearing this, the hands that were stretched out to clear the fog paused, then grasped the weapons beside them and looked at the figure in the fog with scrutiny.

Wang Yanzhi breathed a sigh of relief: "We have always been together and have never been separated. Even if the phantom demon's imitation is superb, it can't have the ability to replace the people around it, right? I'm afraid the others are in danger, especially the team that got together halfway."

"Yes, yes." Someone echoed. Wang Yanzhi turned his head and saw that it was exactly the same as himself.

Wang Yanzhi: “???” Close to the face and open it wide?

"Wang Yanzhi" widened his eyes and hid beside Yu Shuoyang: "Daoyou Yu..."

Wang Yanzhi was so angry that he jumped up and down: "Don't hide behind him in my appearance!" It's so disgusting!

Yu Shuoyang kicked "Wang Yanzhi" away and killed the pretending phantom demon. He was still frightened and touched his arm with a chill: "Hey, I'm going to vomit out all the fasting pills I took before... But it's really satisfying to beat him."

As soon as he changed the subject, looking at Wang Yanzhi's expression of eating shit, Yu Shuoyang felt as refreshed as if he had used an ice talisman.

The anger in Wang Yanzhi's eyes was about to turn into something physical and burn a hole in the smiling face - fuck, this was not fair, he was also going to find "Yu Shuoyang" and tear him into pieces.

The two childish ghosts started competing again.

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Tuan[luán]

Puppet [Ming] Su Kui: Among the crowd, he is as clever as a god in teasing, with a handsome face and new clothes. He is like the romantic Ling Xie Fu, and his words and deeds are better than Su Qin.

Looking from afar, we all agree that the chicken stele is wise, but only after careful examination can we see that it is a puppet. There is nothing in the heart, and it is just a vain attempt to fool people.

(From a distance, everyone thought he had the wisdom of the "Chicken Monument" story, but after closer inspection, it was discovered that he was just a puppet. Although he looked bright and beautiful on the outside, he was actually empty inside. He was just bluffing and deceiving people who didn't know the truth.)