The previous chanting, listening not only to fresh nature, but also to a kind of piety to holiness, as if singing hymns for the gods who worship for themselves...

Even if I know that it is not a fun song, I can't help but feel that that kind of religious to the extreme faith is really very moving.

Like the sound of the monks chanting the Buddha, pious enough to make people happy, that spiritual shock can not be described in words.

But now... that pious chant to the mad scream, this extreme shift, makes me can’t help but froze.

Like a devout and holy believer who has become a demon who is about to choose people in a hurry, the great change in contrast can't make it slow down.

However, this sudden change does not stop me from doing the next move.

After splitting the first knife, the blood-colored film split and opened in an instant, and the mucus that radiated with rotting stench like a snot inside, did not flow out slowly.

As they flowed together, there were also faces that were rapidly drying up.

I thought that these people's faces were the same as the child's face, but what they did not expect was that these things had nothing to do with, let alone make a sound, just flowed out of that film, directly dried up like the mummy, and was still rapidly "drying" at the speed visible to the naked eye, looking at it called an amazing.

At this time, I had stepped into the child's face and raised my hand to split the second knife.

That is, for a moment, there was no feeling of any obstruction, the blade penetrated the child's face, leaving a dry dent, and there was no blood or similar liquid flowing out.

What surprised me the most was the look on my face.

Before I was split, it was screaming all the time, the expression was already distorted in anger, and people looked at them and felt hair in their hearts, but this knife went down... it suddenly changed its side face.

An angry face, again full of smiles, but more strange than the previous smile, black and white eyes also stared at me, do not know what to think.

To be honest, I hate the look of this monster, the look of the skin and meat not laughing, it is disgusting...

At the same time, the ancestors and others also jumped up, in accordance with my command, to destroy these foreign objects on the ground to the best of my ability.

Grandfather they are with a variety of tools to smash, killing ghosts is with their feet on the feet, the ugly children and the master is the same, jumping on the ground, watching and playing, these monsters do not care, even stepping on the step and laughing I fucked...

"Don't laugh at his mother's hand!"I couldn't help but yell, and my expression was very anxious: "These things are not used to block the road!

“The sacrifice?”The ancestors paused for a moment, raised their legs and stepped on one foot, and instantly rotted a bunch of people's faces: "Are you sure it is a sacrifice?"You feel it?”

“My previous induction must have been correct... these things should have just appeared soon...I can feel their weakness...” I raised my arms and split it according to the smiling human face: “There are some invisible connections, like the air veins, which are pulling energy from their bodies, as if it is life force... The direction in which these energy flows is the top of our destination Kunlun!”

As I said, I added another word.

“There are many things like this on the mountain... all nine of them are sacrifices... their energy is constantly being pumped away...” I said, biting my teeth tightly, and the expression became angry: “These sacrifices were originally made alive...

Looking at the child's face that I was constantly chopping with my knife and repairing myself, my heart's feeling became complicated.

This child is only seven or eight years old, inexplicably let the self-indulgent teacher make it so... Is the old king eight so killing and not afraid of being punished by God?

Of course, he is not afraid.

It is believed that in the eyes of the hereshit, God is no better than the evil gods of the old days that he believed in.

Those of us who always jump out to find things are not afraid of him, let alone the foul punishment of heaven?

Besides, he has all come out for so many years, if there is a divine punishment, this old king died eight hundred times, how can he live to the present?

In my constant waving and cutting, the human face is still full of smiles, at an extremely slow pace, a little bit of me chopped into a meat filling...

Not to mention, this thing is not offensive, but it is really difficult to get rid of, like the hob meat, steaming and cooking is still difficult to cut...

Although other people's faces are not so difficult to do, but also let our gang of people take a little effort, even the killers are out of breath, scolding and shouting: "These things are too many ... according to your saying ... all the mountains are them... we want to get rid of them in a short time is not realistic..."

“Not necessarily.”I said, looking at the faintly flashing green light in my hand, the expression is not so heavy: "These things are difficult to get rid of with external force, you just saw it?"brute force destruction, or my grandfather they used the tools of the line to smash and hit, it will take some time to destroy them...”

With that, I looked at the ancestors and smiled and said, "The ancestors were wise, and when they stepped on them with their feet, they also scattered the ancient atmosphere in the flesh, and every foot was carried with anger, and at most two times, they could step on them into meat sauce."

“What do you mean...” The old ancestor looked at me thoughtfully and asked tentatively, “Let me step on it all the way?”“Let’s open the way for you?”

"No, no, of course not, we do things, or don't do it, we have to do it, do it..." I bit my teeth, a very unnatural smile on my face, and everyone can feel the anger in the tone: "Isn't the teacher who wants the vitality of these sacrifices?"We just can't give it to him!In any case, these sacrifices will be destroyed sooner or later, and it is better to destroy them in our hands than to fall into the hands of an evil cult!"

In saying these words, I have inserted the knife on the ground, the right hand is clasped the handle, the flesh and blood also began to dissolve itself in an instant, into a liquid, constantly flowing down, along the knife non-stop flow to the ground...

These liquids are connected to me, and they carry more or less an ancient atmosphere, and, at my direction, spread rapidly in all directions.

If you want to destroy these sacrifices, you can use brute force, and you can cut it all the way with a knife, but it takes a lot of time.

Not to mention the destruction of these sacrifices, that is, let me take a knife to kill pigs, kill a hundred heads and two hundred heads, and spend some time, right?

Fortunately, the ancient atmosphere has a very strong corrosiveness to these sacrifices, and when it touches the liquid dissolved by my flesh and blood, there is almost no ability to resist, and it is all corrupted at the speed visible to the naked eye.

Although I can’t see the scenes that are hidden in the fog, the liquid that I have spread out is my eyes, and they can give me the most intuitive feedback.

“I knew it was going to be like this... I should have scattered them in the first place...” I muttered to myself, pulled out the knife from the ground, and went to the mountain first.

The people did not hesitate to follow.

Walking with them in the fog, I found that there was not much tension left before.

Because before I can't feel anything, I can't see anything, walking in the fog is like a blind deaf, just because everything is unknown, so I will feel fear, will be nervous...

But now it is different, I accept the feedback that the liquids are constantly coming to me, and I feel extremely grounded.

“These liquids... if they’re damaged by something else... will it hurt you?”My ancestors asked me a little worried.

“No.”

I smiled, walking, the flesh of my arms was also dissolving unhurried.

"The ancient atmosphere they carry is based on flesh and blood, and it is not the source of my life, and even if they are destroyed by external forces, I will not be hurt."