Here Lies The Wicked

Chapter 268 Sun Yushu's Discovery

The resentful spirit wanted to escape!

At this time, the upper body of the resentful spirit was almost cut into pieces, and the flesh and bones were broken countless times.

There was only one leg left on his lower body.

But the most fatal thing was that the wound was burning, which was the masculinity of the blade. When the burning true qi was cutting the spirit of resentment, Fang Zheng took the opportunity to break into the spirit of resentment.

Just like when Fang Zheng was scratched by a resentful spirit, yin qi also invaded Fang Zheng's body.

Fang Zheng, who was holding on to a woman's broken leg, was the tyrannical god of the nine suns. He burned the broken leg held by his left hand into ashes, then continued to fight with his sword.

But at this moment, the blood worm on the ground seemed to have suddenly gone crazy and rushed to Fang Zheng, trying to stop Fang Zheng from hunting down the spirit in the big clear copper coin.

There were also some blood bugs, which rushed to the distant resentful spirits and were going on and on, trying to extinguish and consume the true energy of the resentful spirits regardless of life or death, helping the woman recover her legs and her upper body like a sieve.

"Get out of here!"

Fang Zheng raised his knife and drank.

This time, he did not care about the blood bugs on the ground, nor did he have time to breathe again and restore the broken Golden-bell-like Body Covering Techniques. He did not intend to give the spirit any chance to recover and pursue with a sharp sword.

Fang Zheng was in the sea of blood worms, thump, thump, thump, and the soles of his feet stepped on the ground, like two long legs, leaving deep footprints wherever he went.

All the blood bugs that crawled up his body were either shaken down or burned to ashes by fang gang's qi and blood.

The three fiery Fang Zheng fell into the blood bugs, burning like a furnace. Once the evil things were placed on the furnace, they were burned to ashes.

Fang Zheng, who was already in pursuit, was slashed.

This powerful and heavy knife, as if it had been hit with a fatal force, could have split a person into two if an ordinary person had been cut.

As the spirit recovered its broken leg, it retreated to avoid the knife.

But!

Indestructible Seal! Air illusion!

Before the last moment, he had no idea where Fang Zheng's knife had landed, poof!

The blade, which was attached to the sun's fiery energy, slashed at the resentful spirit. The burning energy on the blade exploded and sent the resentful spirit flying out.

At the same time, the Indestructible Seal! Sensing the movement of the resentful spirit, Fang Zheng's left fist imprint followed fiercely.

Bang!

The resentful spirit, who had been stabbed in the back of the enemy and seriously injured by yang gang's true qi, was much weaker. This time, it did not escape the pursuit of the enemy. The heavy impact of the fist and the flesh caused the resentful spirit's already rotten flesh at the waist to no longer be able to bear the punch mark. A large piece of flesh was blown up into minced meat.

"Fool, take a good rest for a while. You are too tired!"

Fire Intensity Broadsword Techniques! I'm so angry!

Combined into a series of unsolved moves.

Ten knives! Twenty knives! Thirty knives!

Forty knives!

Peng, on a ghostly knife that rubbed against the air at top speed, it exploded and ignited a fierce flame.

Fifty! Sixty!

"Fool! Have a good walk!"

Ninety-one hundred and ninety-one!

"Child, child, have you seen my child..."

Bang!

Under the tyrannical Broadsword Techniques, the resentful spirit's body exploded into pieces like a piece of cloth, then was ignited by the pillar of flame and burned to ashes.

A wisp of spirit rose from the ashes in the air and burrowed into the Human Skin scriptures.

Special spirit + 1.

At this moment, the scene in front of him disappeared and returned to the scene of shanghe village.

Looking down at the large clear copper coin lying quietly under his feet, Fang Zheng felt a little stifled. This time, he did not feel happy about the special spirit harvest.

I feel a little uncomfortable in my heart.

Crack! Bang!

The tip of the knife smashed the big clear copper coin on the ground. After zhiyang really burned the copper coin fragments and bodies on the ground, Fang Zheng looked at the villagers who were still fainting under the shade of the trees. He was in a low mood. He sealed up the Ghost head knife again, picked up the box, turned around and left, and returned to Tao Wenguang's home.

Now that the ghost has been removed, it is safe.

However, this man was weak with three fires, and this time he was quite frightened. He was afraid that he would be seriously ill, and it would take him some time to recover his yang qi slowly.

When Fang Zheng returned to Tao Wenguang's house, he sat still on the first floor.

The air was a little oppressive.

At this time, Old god stick came down from the second floor, brought a chair, and sat down beside Fang Zheng like an elder comforting his younger generation.

"In a bad mood?"

"Yes."

"Is it because of this ghost?"

"Old god stick, do you think there is an underworld in this world? The ancients believed in crossing people. People could measure people and ghosts could also measure people. Could anyone really measure ghosts in ancient times?"

"Look, my little brother is feeling a lot this time. Can you tell me what happened this time?"

So, Fang Zheng told Old god stick the story of the fool.

As a result, after waiting for a long time, Old god stick did not make a sound. Fang Zheng turned to look at Old god stick. Uh, Fang Zheng was shocked. Old god stick was already crying. He kept wiping his nose and tears with the sleeves of his robe.

There were still wet tears on his chin and beard.

The sleeves were already wet.

It was rare for Old god stick to be as serious as an elder, but in the end, he was only handsome for three seconds.

He was the one who comforted Fang Zheng, but now he was the one who needed to be comforted the most.

"This girl is so miserable. She's really miserable." Old god stick opened his mouth and cried even harder.

"Little brother, the more I think about the old dao, the more uncomfortable I feel. Can you give me the old dao that there is true love everywhere in the world and the comforting embrace of love everywhere in the world?"

Old god stick kept crying and looked at Fang Zheng.

Uh.

Fang Zheng's eye muscles twitched heavily.

Sun Yushu, who was looking after the teacher on the second floor, waited left and right. When he saw Old god stick on the first floor, he never came back, and the first floor was silent. He was a little worried. What happened on the first floor?

Sun Yushu picked up a mop and carefully walked to the first floor.

"Brother fang, director chen, are you on the first floor... Why is there no movement on the first floor?"

Sun Yushu walked down the stairs. As a result, he opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at the scene before him.

Old god stick was held in Fang Zheng's arms and rested her head on Fang Zheng's shoulder. She seemed to have just cried and her eyes were red.

Fang Zheng hugged Old god stick and seemed to be comforting Old god stick in a low voice.

Sun Yushu was dumbfounded.

As if struck by lightning, his mouth was wide open and his mind was in a state of half-stupor.

In the middle of the night, what kind of trouble is this?

Do you want your eyes to be so hot!

Fang Zheng saw Sun Yushu in a daze at the staircase and pushed Old god stick away from his arms. He wanted to explain, but suddenly found him speechless.

"Would you believe me if I told you that the truth was not what you thought it was?"

Fang Zheng looked at Sun Yushu sincerely.

Sun Yushu: ..."

"Hey, Brother fang and director chen are not on the first floor. I'll go to the second floor to look for them. Brother fang and director chen, are you on the second floor?"

Sun Yushu muttered to himself, then walked back to the second floor.

Fang Zheng's face darkened immediately, which clearly could not be explained.

He looked at Old god stick in a murderous manner.

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