Human beings are deceitful, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Chapter 262. 261. Cut off anger and evil first
"What a glutton!"

As the person with the highest cultivation level among the three, Siku has the most keen spiritual sense, and he immediately came to a conclusion after distinguishing again and again.

"I once saw a half-dead glutton in the hand of Qiubu, and got some flesh and blood, which is very similar to this breath."

Not being able to ask for it is also one of the eight sufferings.

Siku raised his eyebrows, with a surprised expression on his face: "But how could Taotie appear here?"

"The spirit veins of the Great Tai Dynasty were all refined by His Majesty the God Emperor, and the number of monsters became increasingly rare. A big monster like Taotie will leave early."

"This matter is weird!"

It's not hard to hear that the source bloodline and other secrets related to the core of the Taitai God Dynasty are known to Death Ku.

But after being astonished, Siku expressed joy on his face: "It's just right, if you take this glutton here, you don't have to share it with Shengku and others."

Greedy thoughts gradually surfaced in his mind.

Big monsters like Taotie can be said to be full of treasures. The way of refining weapons for warriors in the Taitai Dynasty has declined, so I don’t know its value, but death is an orthodox immortal cultivator, how could he not be tempted by it?
Once the desire is born, it is difficult to stop it.

Siku looked at the two angry and evil people: "You two go there, you must catch Taotie alive."

Said, Siku threw a bundle of magical ropes to evil.

Seeing his eyes brighten, he thought to himself: "Tie the fairy rope!"

"Even willing to take out this magic weapon, the old man is really tempted."

Nu is gnawing on her fingernails, and she doesn't care about it until the blood is dripping. This is her way to avoid the outbreak of anger.

Angrily said: "I don't know if he will give us a little bit of Taotie."

When the backs of the wrath and hate disappeared into the night, the bitter face suddenly split from the middle. Then, the flesh and blood twisted and split, and a second him appeared. He smiled, put on a gray robe, and followed.

For such things as capturing Taotie, only the two of them were sent, and they were worried about suffering.

But the tempering of the soul-hunting bell had reached the most critical moment, and he couldn't leave, so he had to clone to follow.

By the way, Siku also used Nu and Evil as bait to see who was behind the layout.

******
The night was as deep as water.

The cold wind whizzed incessantly, exuding a bit of chill, bringing a faint smell of blood and decay, as well as the faint smell of burning.

Since the Liuzhou Rebellion, this smell has been lingering, making ordinary people feel a little uncomfortable.

The entire Liuzhou city was submerged in thick darkness, only the eyes of the living corpses reflected strange lights, flashing in the night from time to time.

The sound of the wind was mixed with the roar of the living corpse, which sounded grotesque and terrifying, like the roar of a monster.

But Fury and Evil flying in mid-air have long been used to these situations.

After all, they were one of the instigators of this scene.

"What a bunch of pitiful people. Their fields have been invaded by the government, their money and food have been sucked dry by high-ranking households, they cannot appeal for their grievances, and they still believe in the method of transforming corpses, thinking that they can really become immortals!"

"In the end, not only will the physical body be bombarded and killed by the army of the gods, but even the painful remnant soul will become our food... It's ridiculous!"

Evil looked down on the city full of living corpses from above, his eyes were cold, and his tone was only ridicule and disgust.

I don't know if he hates the stupidity of the common people, or the corruption of the Great Thai Dynasty, or... both?
His hatred is the same as the scar woman's anger, there is no reason, it's just that he has such emotions towards everything in the world.

The seven emotions in the dust, apart from the extremes of their personalities, the seal of the seven emotions they cultivated further distorted their thinking, so they became half-crazy monks.

Nu just glanced coldly at E's daily madness, and didn't bother to talk to him.

As he walked, Feng Wushuang's masked face appeared again in Angry's mind, and he kept muttering: "I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him..."

The condition of these two people is more serious than the other, and no one is much better than the other.

However, Anger and Evil are both Nascent Soul stage monks, and they are extremely fast when they perform the flying escape technique, and the place where the gluttonous aura emanates is not far from Liuzhou City.

Not long after, the two arrived near this area.

"It smells like the blood of a warrior!"

The scarred woman was the first to notice it, and her eyes burst out with anger, as if a tigress wanted to choose someone to eat.

She was injured by Feng Wushuang before, and was shocked by the pain of death. She couldn't vent her anger in her heart. Now that she finally met a warrior from the Taitai Dynasty, she was naturally furious and wanted to kill her to vent her anger.

Cursing secretly in disgust: "What a stupid bitch!"

But seeing Nu's figure swooping down from a height, Xi didn't have time to criticize as usual, so he had to follow her down.

Hearing the howling wind from above, the Zhenling Si warrior on the ground changed his face slightly, and raised his head suddenly and shouted.

"Who is coming!"

Although warriors do not cultivate spiritual knowledge, they have keen martial arts intuition, and can also seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

This fifth-level man hastily opened his Yang Flame Territory, his blood was surging, and his fists rushed to the sky like horns.

However, almost at the same moment, distracting thoughts filled his mind, and hatred and anger towards everything in the world arose out of thin air, as if everything in front of him seemed so disgusting that one just wanted to smash them into pieces with one punch.

"Not good! It's an evil cultivator..."

This person was relatively determined, but he realized that his thoughts had been eroded, so he quickly activated the token on his waist, wanting to send a message to the prince.

But when he picked up the token, the warrior only felt that the anger and hatred in his heart had accumulated to the extreme, he let out a loud drink, and the blood poured out from his whole body, smashing it on the token.

Click!

Several cracks appeared on the token, and the aura spilled out. Although it was not damaged, it also lost its function as a magic weapon.

This punch is undoubtedly equivalent to cutting off his own life!
The warrior looked dazed, and his mind became more and more shaken and shocked.

In front of the two monks who manipulated their emotions, this is a fatal flaw.

Countless distracting thoughts piled up in the warrior's mind like a demon, and even caused him to have strong dissatisfaction, disgust, and anger towards himself.

"Disgusting, ugly, weak!"

"Why do people like you still live in this world? Why don't you kill yourself as soon as possible!"

"Go to hell...go to hell...go to hell..."

It seemed that there were countless voices cursing and cursing in his ears, and there were many illusions and ghosts in front of his eyes, as if he was stuck in a swamp, unable to extricate himself.

"Yeah, I'm such a waste, I should have died a long time ago."

This person raised his palm slowly, about to shatter his heart.

He woke up suddenly when his palm was about to touch his chest. Before he stopped, two magic spells passed through his chest one after the other, breaking two blood holes and taking away his vitality.

In just a few breaths, a fifth-level martial artist died!
The two emotions of anger and hatred have something in common. Anger is born of hatred, and hatred is born of anger.

The two complement each other and breed each other, and their power is far better than a single one.

However, evil and anger have always been at odds, so they rarely have the opportunity to fight together.

After the corpse fell to the ground, the scar girl glared at the evil.

"Why did you kill him? I haven't had enough fun!"

Evil smiled contemptuously: "Crazy woman, the token in his hand can contact other warriors at any time, do you want to die?"

The scar girl glared at him again: "The fighters of the Taitai God Dynasty are nothing more than that!"

"The two of us make a move, plus the bundle of fairy ropes, are you still afraid of this?"

Hearing this, Evil just sneered: "These warriors are indeed weak and vulnerable, but don't forget, how did your arm break!"

It's ridiculous to say that although this organization is mysterious and weird, and its way of doing things is full of evil spirits, its members are actually people from the Taixu Palace, so they naturally don't like warriors, and they also have the unique aloofness of immortals.

During the quarrel between the two, it seemed that they didn't pay attention to Zhen Lingsi at all.

Suddenly, evil turned his head and looked to the side.

In the night, a pure white shadow ran through the jungle and swished past.

"It's gluttonous!"

Vigorously mobilizing his spiritual power, Feidun chased after him, wondering in his heart: "The one who ran past just now seems to be a rabbit?"

"Are there any rabbit-shaped gluttons?"

Anger and Hate, one behind the other, chased for a while, but they didn't see the pure white and flawless figure again, instead they met another warrior.

They followed suit and killed him before he gave an early warning.

"Are all the fighters in Lingsi in Datai Town like this?"

"Too weak!"

He said coldly and sarcastically, and felt that he seemed a little too cautious.

"You don't need Master Siku to take action, the two of us can wipe out this group of trash..."

Suddenly, the evil face changed suddenly, and an incomparably terrifying aura descended, as if the sky was falling apart.

E looked up and saw huge palm prints falling on the sky.

The world in his eyes even began to collapse continuously, turning into countless fragments.

He felt that his body was getting smaller and smaller, and the palm print on the top of his head was getting bigger and bigger, and soon it was thousands of feet in size, and each finger was like a towering mountain.

The palm lines on the palms and the texture of the skin, like the ravines in the mountains, were so huge that they would press directly on the top of his head, causing evil to feel endless panic.

These scenes are not real, but hallucinations generated by the evil brain being compressed by air pressure.

He bit the tip of his tongue violently, the smell of blood filled his mouth, and he came to his senses, but there was still deep fear in his eyes.

In front of this palm, Evil was almost terrified!
The anger not far away was not much better, and his eyes were a little dull.

The man on the top, wearing a robe mixed with black and gold, had a dignified and domineering aura, and walked unhurriedly.

It is the prince of the Taitai Dynasty.

E loudly shouted: "Jieyin! Break his mind!"

Only then did Nu wake up with a start, driving the spiritual power around him to form an invisible dharma seal, attacking towards the palm of the sky.

The seal of the Seven Emotions requires both hands to form the seal, but in the realm of two people, it can be more flexible and more concealed. The previous warriors were all sealed by the invisible seal in this way.

Facing the enemy in front of him, Anger did not dare to hold back the slightest, and his mana was drained rapidly.

Beside the invisible seal, there seems to be a chaotic shape emerging, like a ghost, like a yaksha, or like a wrathful King Kong, changing into various appearances.

Ei originally thought that the opponent would use Qi and blood to stop the seal, but he didn't expect that the noble man seemed to let go of his defense on purpose, allowing the seal to fall into his body.

Anger and Evil showed excitement, and said in his heart: "He is too arrogant, too careless!"

Warriors do not have spiritual knowledge, so it is difficult to resist this kind of method that targets the mind. Once they are impaled into the seal, they will lose their minds, no matter how strong their bodies are, it will not help.

But the next moment, they heard the man speak.

"Seven emotions seal?"

"This is a magic handed down from the ancient times. Once you learn the seven seals and melt them into one body, you can control other people's thoughts with a single thought. It's not a problem to be transformed into a humanoid puppet. It's really extraordinary."

"It's a pity...you all only learned one kind, and what's more, you're not good at it!"

hum-

The voice fell, and the anger and heart shook.

The seals made by the two carried a part of spiritual consciousness, allowing them to peek into this person's sea of ​​consciousness.

But what they saw with their spiritual sense made them feel even more horrified.

There are walls of rotting and decaying flesh and bones all around, and the bones are piled up into steps, where extreme filth and chaos are hidden.

The sea of ​​consciousness is obviously old and dead to the extreme, but it also carries an extremely strong vitality. This vitality seems to be plundered from others!

In the flesh and blood, eyeballs continued to grow, staring greedily at them.

Tens of thousands of palms protruded from the wall, as if trying to grab something.

One after another, the big mouths were full of fangs and sharp teeth. They opened and closed, and dirty and viscous saliva flowed out.

Anger and evil have invaded the sea of ​​consciousness of many people, but I have never seen anyone whose sea of ​​consciousness looks like this.

There is no need for them to do anything, this place is already a huge magic cave!

Evil was extremely surprised: "That person's nature is actually like this?"

"It can be called the devil among men!"

It is not so much that the evil anger is infecting this strong man, it is better to say that their spiritual consciousness has been polluted by this devil's den in turn!

At this time, the black and white eyeballs locked on the positions of the two of them, and several big rotten hands grabbed their spiritual consciousness, and their bloody mouths began to chew and gnaw wantonly.

"not good……"

As soon as E had this idea, he heard a "bang", and his and Nu's heads burst open instantly, releasing a cloud of filth.

From the prince's appearance to his death in anger, there were less than three breaths in total.

Although the means of anger and evil are weird, but after all, they are only Nascent Soul cultivators, and they are naturally powerless to resist in the face of the strength of the sixth realm.

A golden ray of light flew out from the corpse, turning into a streamer and fleeing as if fleeing.

"Oh? Magic weapon?"

The prince showed a look of great interest, and then looked deeply at the woods not far away.

He was also attracted here by a strange aura, but when he met these two evil cultivators, he couldn't help guessing something with the prince's suspicious character.

"No matter who you are, in the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies are false."

"Today, I will wipe out all of you rebellious officials and thieves!"

Afterwards, he chased in the direction where the fairy rope was escaping.

******
After the prince left.

In this mess that was almost razed to the ground, Xie's headless and gradually icy body suddenly moved his fingers.

Afterwards, his chest split open to both sides, and a bald head came out, like a drowning man who had just been salvaged, panting wildly, with horror remaining on his face.

"Damn it! How could he be so strong? This is the sixth realm of martial arts!"

"That robe... is he the prince of the Tai Dynasty?"

"But a prince, can he be such a demon among men?"

The anger on the side also gradually began to revive, with a dazed expression, and he hadn't recovered for a while.

Evil murmured to calm down the fear in his heart: "Fortunately, Master Siku taught us the technique of feigning death in advance, and prepared an extra head, otherwise this time we will hang..."

tread... tread...

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps in front of the two of them.

A figure in pitch-black hideous armor was walking slowly.

The armor is a living creature, squirming slightly all the time, and the light and shadow on it are between reality and illusion, as if it is no longer in this space.

There is a sea of ​​blood all over the body, galloping and rolling, countless resentful souls perish in it, howling and screaming.

The pattern on his mask is scarlet and creepy, like a ghost face!

Trembling with nausea: "Why did I meet two monsters this night?"

"However, the image of this armor... seems familiar."

Suddenly, an idea flashed in E's mind, and he remembered a person Xi had mentioned: "You, you are a ghost-faced man, An Le!"

"You are still alive! How is this possible?"

Xi once learned from Xi that the youngest disciple under Gu Shan's sect has amazing talent and is still a member of the Jingchen people, but he has been exiled to the void by him, and he will undoubtedly die.

But now it seems that An Le is not only alive, but his strength has reached a terrifying level.

After careful perception, the evil expression was even more horrified: "Is this the breath of the void? You actually..."

Nu who was next to him woke up, forcibly mobilized the remaining spiritual power in his body, and formed a seal again.

"I care who you are!"

"Do you really think that my mother can be bullied by feigning her death once? Suffer her death!"

Soon.

In the sea of ​​Anle's blood, there were two more painful and struggling remnants, which were anger and evil.

They showed resentment and resentment, surrounded by resentment, entangled with remnant souls, swallowed by blood and washed away, turning into a continuous source of strength in the sea of ​​blood.

It wasn't until the two bodies were burnt to ashes by the blood that An Le felt relieved, and murmured: "The resentment in the two of them is several times stronger than that of Tong Erniu. I don't know if they tortured or killed me." how many people."

"This damn villain just happens to be my stepping stone."

In An Le's arms, Ye Ling'er, who turned into a white rabbit, jumped out, curious in her heart: "Even the prince of the sixth realm didn't see their fake death, how did the little junior know?"

But she thought about it and asked another question: "Little brother, are we really going to deal with that prince?"

Recalling the power of the prince's attack, Ye Ling'er couldn't help but feel a burst of shock.

Warriors in the sixth realm are already comparable to Huashen, and conventional methods are completely unable to bridge the gap between Nascent Soul and Huashen.

Not to mention, the junior brother is actually just a golden core, but the physical body has the strength of the fifth realm.

Ye Linger frowned, and said to herself, "If I get back the lost half of my body, I might still be able to contend with it, but now..."

An Le smiled lightly, with a kind of calmness that never changed: "We have no way out."

"Only in this way can we fight for a way out!"

Ye Ling'er was inexplicably intimidated by his aura, her mind swayed and she smiled: "Then senior sister, I have no choice but to risk my life to accompany my junior brother!"

(End of this chapter)