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Chapter 106 109: The Walking Dead

Qian Jifan turned his head and looked at the golden elixir in his body. Elder Qian's true energy revitalized it, but this was not enough.

Tang Mingqiong's strength was far more unpredictable than he thought. He only absorbed the cultivation of Elder Qian and could not deal with Tang Mingqiong at all.

Fortunately, there are hundreds of monks like Elder Qian on the field.

One Qian Elder is not enough, but one hundred or two hundred Qian Elders are enough, right?

Didn't this group of orthodox monks clamor to work together to kill Tang Mingqiong?
Then he will fulfill their wishes and let their cultivation levels be combined into one, so that they can exert their greatest strength!

Gan Jifan caught a monk who was knocked back by the giant python. Without waiting for the monk to thank him, he followed the action of absorbing Elder Qian's true energy and inserted his fingers into the man's skull. In the blink of an eye, he had another one in his hand. Mummy.

……

There was a scuffle at the scene...

One or two corpses whose cultivation power has been sucked dry may not be noticed by anyone, but if there are more people, they will always attract everyone's attention.

In addition, Gan Jifan had no intention of concealing his behavior at all, and the fighting sounds around him stopped unconsciously.

"D-dr. Daoist... what are you doing?" Someone asked tremblingly.

Gan Jifan turned around to look at him, and grasped the air with his five fingers. The monk who made the noise was pulled out of the crowd by an invisible force, and was pulled directly into Gan Jifan's palm.

"You ask what the old man is doing?"

The corners of Gan Jipan's mouth twitched, and five fingers pierced through the skull to make a clear and crisp sound, like the prelude to a mourning song, knocking hard in everyone's heart.

"Don't you guys want to help this old man? This old man is fulfilling your last wish!"

Gan Ji grinned and opened his mouth. When he smiled, his face was covered with red blood streaks. Compared with Tang Mingqiong and Luo Pei'an, he looked more like an evil cultivator who had fallen into the devil's way.

Too much real energy was mixed in his body. At first, Qian Jifan's face was flushed with a new-born blush. When more and more real energy was absorbed into his body, he was no longer able to break them up one by one and fuse them together. .

So much so that at this moment, several kinds of true energy hedging not only made his handsome face covered with frightening red lines, but even his body exuded a strong sour smell.

Gan Jifan threw the sucked corpses in his hands everywhere, his eyes like a vicious poison, searching for his next prey.

The crowd around him took a few steps back in fright: "Don't come, don't come..."

"Quick, someone come and kill Gan Jifan, he has gone crazy!"

"Fellow Daoist, wake up! We are your companions!"

The surrounding crowd fled in all directions, but no one could escape from the palm of Gan Jifan's hand...

……

Tang Mingqiong was indifferent to what Gan Jifan and the monks did.

Some people are rushing to seek their own death, and he just wants to help them.

A natural demon cultivator should have such a cold-hearted look. Whether these monks are dead or alive, what does it have to do with him?
Tang Mingqiong's eyes turned red. He didn't want to think about why or who he was.

At this moment, only endless killing is his destination, and only blood can relieve the dull pain in his chest and make him forget the root of all pain.

On the top of the back mountain, as far as the eye can see is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood...

Gan Jipan sucked enough of the monk's true energy, and finally flew up to face Tang Mingqiong.

Hundreds of true essences intertwine and intertwine in the body, making the dry limbs magnified several times, like a skin bag full of air, which is more terrifying than ghosts.

He made claws with both hands and clawed at Tang Mingqiong's vital parts with a sharp sound. The red wedding robe on Tang Mingqiong's body touched the black air on Qian Ji's claws, leaving five burnt black finger marks.

It's not that Gan Jifan himself is very powerful, but that now his whole body is wrapped in black energy. This black energy hurts others and himself, and is really difficult to deal with.

Pustules of various sizes had been scorched out of the dry and sickly skin, and suppurative yellow-green liquid flowed out from the sores from time to time, making him look like a toad covered in pimples.

... If you want to attack him, you have to be infected by his black energy.

Gan Jifan lost his mind long ago, he only wanted to strengthen his cultivation and fight against Tang Mingqiong, but he forgot that he is no longer an old ghost with magic skills and invulnerability to all poisons, but an upright Shang Monk Xuanzong.

Absorbing the true essence of a monk directly, it is not a problem to replace it with a demon cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, but the body of "Qianjipan" can't bear such a vicious and domineering cultivation method at all, and finally made himself into this The appearance of the walking dead.

"Kill, kill you!"

"Tang Mingqiong, you should die!"

Gan Jipan was muttering words, and the black air eroded his reason, but made the obsession in his heart infinitely magnified.

Like a tireless puppet, he attacked Tang Mingqiong again and again until he died.

The two machines that only knew how to kill collided, and the sky-defying devilish energy surged out around the two of them, heading straight into the sky.

The remaining monks on the altar felt that the ground beneath their feet was shaking and they were unsteady on their feet. Qi and blood surged in their chests, and their inner demons were clustered around them. Even if they resisted with spiritual energy, they still could not suppress the seven emotions and six desires in their minds.

Many people with low cultivation level were already rolling and screaming on the ground with their heads in their hands. They did not have the immortal spirit that a righteous monk should have.

Gan Jifan's claw, which had gathered a hundred people's true energy, grabbed Tang Mingqiong's right arm.

Mottled black air entangled Tang Mingqiong's right arm along his dry hand, leaving a foul-smelling abscess on his arm.

But Tang Mingqiong's palm slapped Qian Jifan's forehead, and the demonic energy poured in, causing seven blood marks to flow out of Qian Jifan's seven orifices.

The two were separated at the first touch, but they were both knocked back dozens of steps by the other party.

Gan Jifan bumped straight into the white jade pillar of the altar, smashing the hard stone pillar into pieces.

His hands were shaped like sharp claws, and his eyes protruded abruptly from his swollen face, staring at Tang Mingqiong standing in the altar without moving.

After a moment, he was like a stiff piece of wood, his body tilted backwards, and he fell into the broken jade...

Is this... dead?
However, even though he was sick and dying, the overwhelming gloom in the air still did not dissipate.

Tang Mingqiong held his shoulder that was scratched by Gan Jifan, and shook off the devilish energy that wanted to erode his mind.

But his inner demons have long been intertwined in his heart, and he can't get rid of them, and he can't get rid of them. Once he meets the moisture of black air, it is like spring grass meeting rain, breaking through the ground and growing wildly.

Gan Jifan's desperate move finally succeeded.

Those mixed and overbearing monks' true energy followed the claw and transferred to Tang Mingqiong's body, starting from the festering wound and gradually spreading to his whole body.

Tang Mingqiong was also covered with tree-like red streaks all over his body as if he was sick.

Tang Mingqiong heard the sound of blood boiling.

His blood was burning, scalding his skin into ugly scars, with pustules, emitting a stench after another...

"Kill, kill them all!"

He heard a voice speaking deep in his heart.

(End of this chapter)