This Game is Not Easy

Of the more than 100 ghosts that were killed just now, the most advanced is the mist level.

The rest are ghosts who can't even rank high, and the quality is extremely low.

All transformed, "Tianxin Gong" has not even improved one level.

"You...you, who are you..."

Uncle Guolian's mouth was wide enough to stuff an egg.

He was originally prepared to sacrifice his life for justice, even if he risked his life, he would save the young man.

The result... In the blink of an eye, the boy who was supposed to be waiting for his rescue destroyed half of the village with one knife, and wiped out all the ghosts around him.

"Are you also a member of the Tianmeng?"

Fang Yi put the 100-meter broadsword on his shoulder, and the broadsword that broke through the sky was simply not proportional to his small body.

"You know Tianmeng?!"

Uncle Guolian was taken aback.

He didn't remember that there was such a talented boy in the Tianmeng.

Is it... easy?

Uneasy in his heart, Uncle Guolian said nervously: "I am the main person in charge of the summoning order of the Heavenly Alliance. May I ask this… senior, are you also a member of the Heavenly Alliance?"

In the Heavenly Alliance, strength is respected.

Even if the uncle of Guolian risked his life, at most, he would barely save the next person surrounded by ghosts.

In contrast, Fangyi is naturally a higher level.

Their Heavenly Alliance, the purpose of this summoning order is not this cattle herding village, nor do they know that this place was originally a gathering place for ghosts and monsters.

According to their goals, the members of the Celestial Alliance convened by this summoning order are already sufficient for this task.

Unexpectedly, such a number of ghosts will appear at the meeting point.

Although he hadn't entered the village yet, after seeing ghosts of this size at the entrance of the village, Uncle Guolian had probably guessed what would happen to the members of the Heavenly Alliance who came earlier than him.

Hearing the question from the national-faced man, Fang Yi just smiled and didn't answer, but closed his eyes as if he was sensing something.

The night became darker, and the surroundings returned to calm.

The smoke dissipated, and the national-faced man stepped forward.

Approaching all the way, there are dead bodies lying all the way on the ground.

All of them were broken into two pieces by the waist, and the corpse was very rotten, and there was hardly much rotten flesh hanging on it.

On the skeleton, you can see the clothes of the villagers, which seems to be the local villagers of Muniu Village.

More than a hundred corpses were scattered in a fan shape, and the initial point was the position occupied by Fang Yi.

Although I have seen the terrifying power of Fang Yi's knife with my own eyes just now.

But now, looking at the endgame at close range again, the national-faced man was still shocked.

To be able to easily roll over the mist, it must be at least the strength of the soldier level.

Converted to human terms, that is the strong soldiers of the Yuan Dynasty!

These people, even the headquarters of the local Heavenly Alliance, are only a few people.

Among them, there is absolutely no character Fang Yi!

Who is this senior, and where did he come from? Why did he suddenly appear at the gathering point of the Tianmeng? It is an enemy but a friend...

Countless questions popped up in my mind, and I wanted to ask them clearly.

But the country-faced man knew that he couldn't speak.

A junior, a weak person whose strength barely reaches the mist, is not qualified to talk to such a strong person.

Forcing a conversation will only make you unhappy.

There is almost no force in the world that can restrain such a strong person.

Even if something is committed, most people will turn a blind eye.

That is to say, if Fang Yi was angered by the questioning of the national-faced man, then he would have died in vain.

He's not stupid and knows when to speak up and when to shut up.

Respectfully beside Fang Yi, the national-faced man was full of doubts.

The ghosts have been killed cleanly, why is the senior standing still.

Could it be that…

Tapping.

The sound of footsteps suddenly sounded from behind, interrupting the thoughts of the national-faced man.

Looking back, I saw an old woman holding her wife's hand, as if wandering in the back garden, slowly approaching this side.

It was at this moment that Fang Yi slowly opened his eyes.

Turning around and looking at the old woman who took him in before, Fang Yi frowned slightly and pointed at the old woman.

"It's not you..."

The fingertips moved and landed on the old man, Fang Yi still frowned.

"...It's not you either."

As soon as the words fell, the old woman laughed suddenly, revealing a broken yellow tooth.

Her wife also followed with a smile, but the smile was weird.

The entire mouth is empty, with no dentures, no tongue, only the inner blood vessels, covering the mouth.

"Yes, not us..."

"...But, we are enough."

The old lady and the old man are like a whole, taking steps in unison.

As they moved forward step by step, the surface of the skin of the two old people gradually overflowed with white liquid.

However, in just ten steps, the liquid stopped overflowing, and the bodies of the two old people became so thin that they could almost see the bones.

And the liquid dripping all the way is like the fat in their body, leaving a greasy place.

crackle crackle.

When the fat was completely eliminated, a series of strange noises sounded.

I saw the skin on the soles of the feet of the two old men, sticking to the ground piece by piece as they moved forward.

The skin on their faces also melted, sliding down a little bit, revealing the bones on their foreheads.

"It's just you?"

Although the two old people looked strange, Fang Yi was not nervous at all.

A 100-meter long knife gently strokes...

呲呲!

The two of them froze.

The two heads rolled to the ground on the spot.

The dropped head, the eyeballs are still fluttering, and the corner of the mouth has a strange smile.

As for the body, he lowered his waist, picked up his head, and put it on his neck.

Pfft!

A bloodstain was drawn on Fang Yi's neck on the spot, and the blood spurted out.

boom.

The national-faced man next to Fang Yi's eyes widened, and he collapsed without warning.

There was a large scar on his neck, and his head was almost chopped off. Only some flesh and blood were still connected~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It was considered to have avoided the end of the body.

"Hahaha…"

The national-faced man had no idea what was going on, and it was obvious that Fang Yi was slashing at the two ghosts.

But now, it was the two of them who were inexplicably injured...and, almost fatally.

Breathing became heavy, consciousness became blurred.

Guolian Man realized that this was a battle that he had no room to intervene in, and a battle that far exceeded his upper limit of strength.

Even... not even qualified to be a bystander!

At the end of his life, the national face man seemed to see that Fang Yi took out some medicine from the ring and wiped it on his neck, and the injury stopped immediately.

It's a pity that his injury is completely different from Fang Yi's injury.

The national-faced man can sense it, and the power of the attacks fed back by the two ghosts is actually the same.