Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person.

Chapter 191 Your neck is a bit thick.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled across the grassland, and the booming sound in the air grew louder and louder. The figures gathered on the outskirts sensed something was wrong and retreated like a tide.

Chen Ruoan snapped his fingers: "Make your move."

Without Zhang Zhiwei's help, the clearing operation on the perimeter was launched instantly. With the barrage of fire, bullets, shrapnel, and shockwaves quickly cleared the area. Screams echoed through the crowd as corpses lay scattered on the grass, most of them with no intact remains.

On a vast grassland with no cover, a group of hired desperados had almost no chance of breaking through under heavy fire. Even if some skilled individuals managed to escape, they would then have to face sniper teams and armed forces lurking in the shadows.

Shou Shuai, who was acting as the "idea king," shook his head, his legs weak, and his voice trembling as he asked, "Why is this happening?"

The fox replied, "People with supernatural abilities have a broader perspective than ordinary people and like to view things from a superior standpoint. Young man, this is not a good habit. Have you forgotten the power of worldly authority after spending so much time in the world of people with supernatural abilities?"

"This is no ordinary energy," Shou Shuai said weakly.

"Things didn't have to be this complicated."

Malaria, dysentery, tetanus, typhoid fever, influenza... During her journey, Wei Shufen used her Gu magic to save countless people from these diseases. All the magical artifacts the foxes gave her for self-defense were distributed.

It was on his way to the grasslands that Chen Ruoan learned that some of the old comrades who had received assistance were thinking of Wei Shufen, and that the old friendship she had formed during the war was being repaid in the present day.

The current situation is easy to define.

There is no such thing as the "Quanxing" evil party. What stands before us is a group of terrorists who intend to destroy the martyrs' cemetery, collude with foreign forces, and hire thugs to cause trouble.

Once counterterrorism is involved, things become incredibly simple.

Even more coincidentally, in order to avoid worldly attention, the fox chose the border grassland area of ​​Xilin Gol, which is deserted but has no shortage of outposts, watchtowers, and camps.

"I am so gratified that so many people in the world still remember her."

"Come, after today's battle, let those treacherous fellows know what true respect is." Thinking of old friends makes it easy to recall the past, and it makes the fox think of its past self.

Huff~

A shimmering white aura permeated the grassland, and under the brilliant glow of the sunset, Chen Ruoan's long hair turned snow-white, and her black clothes became three feet long like snow. The unique eerie quality of a fox spirit manifested in the mist: lively fox ears, narrow fox eyes, and a fluffy fox tail...

A masked man with jet-powered devices on his arms rushed out from the Quanxing sect: "Since we're all going to die anyway, might as well do it with some dignity! Zhong Qiang of Quanxing dares to challenge the Xuan Tian Emperor!"

Steam emanated from the hole in Zhong Qiang's arm artifact, and a powerful elbow strike hurtled toward Chen Ruoan.

The fox casually raised two fingers together and blocked the pusher, which emitted a hissing sound, and it couldn't move an inch.

"It can't move anymore!?"

"Xue Fan, the grave weeper, begs the Emperor for guidance on his superior skills!"

Just as the situation seemed to be at a stalemate, a man wearing a straw raincoat, black robe and black trousers swung a filial piety banner and hit Chen Ruoan on the arm.

It hit, but it also felt like it missed.

The feedback from the pole of the filial piety banner was strange.

Xue Fan, the grave weeper, practices the "carrying banner to buy water" technique. He can disturb people's minds with his crying. The banner in his hand is made by soaking and refining corpse oil. The souls of several elders reside in the banner. One banner can beat a person until their wounds are broken and their will is not in order.

When the target is in a low mood, the ghost inside the banner can briefly take control of the original owner's body.

That's how it should be...

But Xue Fan stared at the filial piety banner in his hand, his eyes narrowing into "big lanterns." The yin energy emanating from the banner disappeared, and all traces of its cold and evil aura vanished.

His filial piety banner has been purified!

Several ghosts within the residing banners flew into the sky, their souls returning to heaven and earth.

"My goodness! Just a light tap, and those old sages were all terrified!?" The filial piety banner in Xue Fan's hand became a useless decoration.

"Could it be that the Emperor has truly become some kind of Buddha or Bodhisattva sitting high on a lotus throne?" Since the essence of spirits and ghosts is not much different, Xue Fan couldn't understand the situation before him at all.

"I dare not accept such praise." It's been almost ninety years, and this is the first time a ghost has dared to burrow into a fox's body.

Chen Ruoan hooked her index finger and gently touched Zhong Qiang's right arm. The hard-material thruster shattered on the spot, and the fragments fell into the grass.

Snapped!

The fox's paws, now revealing their true form, gripped Zhong Qiang's mask and, with a slight increase in force, shattered his entire skull.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Ruoan used the Water Control Technique of the Five Elements Magic, manipulating the blood beads in his palm to condense into a blood blade, and slashed at the stunned Xue Fan. The mourner immediately made a decision, passing the filial piety banner across his body to protect him.

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​using a wooden stick to block the liquid?"

Xue Fan's eyes widened as he saw the blood-stained blade break apart where it touched the filial piety banner. The blood on both the upper and lower parts remained as a knife, bypassing the wooden pole and slashing down on him.

The scattered blood-stained blades mingled with the flowing blood of the grave mourners, staining the warm orange wild grass red.

In the blink of an eye, the two "Quanxing" members who had made the first move were killed. Chen Ruoan looked at the remaining "Quanxing" members who were standing there and asked, "What happened?"

"If the human wave tactic isn't working, why not try a righteous gang-up?"

The "Five Thieves" gritted their teeth, not daring to make a move. The fox's exchange with Xue Fan and Zhong Qiang was simple and straightforward; he didn't even move a step.

What exactly did this old thing go through to be repaired to this extent?

"I'm already worried," Shou Shuai said in a low voice to the crowd, his face gloomy. "Look carefully, one-on-one fights won't work. I'll count to three, then we'll all rush in."

"One, two..."

"three!"

Eight members of the "Quanxing" group jumped out, but instead of leading the charge, Shou Shuai, who was in charge, fled desperately to the north.

"Birthday boy, you bastard!"

"Hehe, there shouldn't be many supernatural beings on the other side of the border. I can easily evade the eyes of a dozen armed guards!" Shou Shuai said as he ran, keeping an eye on Zhang Zhiwei's movements.

Compared to the surrounding clearing teams, the Old Master was also experiencing utter despair on the scene.

However, Zhang Zhiwei did not move.

"Hey~" Shou Shuai chuckled, quickened his pace, and headed straight north.

Three seconds later, a body with a bullet through its head fell to the ground.

"You've been led by this kind of scum these past few days?" Chen Ruoan pointed to Shou Shuai's corpse. Excluding the "Three Madmen" who liked to manipulate people's hearts, plus the deceased Gong Qing who had some strategy, there was no one left in the "Quanxing" sect with any brains.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for avenging us!" The eight people continued their actions without stopping, swarming forward.

"Senior is too proud of his methods and refuses to budge an inch. In that case, how about we juniors lend him a pair of arms?" Dou Zhong used a potion to strengthen his body while throwing out a request that was unlikely to be granted.

"Okay." Surprisingly, the fox actually agreed.

Chen Ruoan put his hands behind his back, looked up, and with that one glance, a sharp sword aura burst forth, crisscrossing the surroundings and tearing through the evening breeze.

The eight people who were blocking the way didn't even have time to activate their spells or set up defenses before their bodies were pierced by the sword energy. A series of shrill screams rang out, then stopped abruptly, and the eight figures fell one after another, with blood raining down and staining the lush green grass red.

"What the hell are you talking about!"

Including Huang Dan, who died earlier, all six thieves were wiped out. The grave mourner, Zhong Qiang, Du Shimian and other Quanxing masters also perished. The remaining disciples were all incompetent but had some courage.

However, all my courage has been completely extinguished by fear.

Chen Ruoan glanced at the twilight; it was getting late, and the comrades who were out on missions needed to go back for dinner as soon as possible.

"I don't have time to waste with you guys."

Swish!

A white shadow trailing a cloud tail crossed the grassland and crashed into the remaining remnants of the "Quanxing" faction. The Qi mist dissipated, and the "roaring" armed helicopters in the sky returned to their base. The "bosses" who came to control the situation moved towards the center of the battlefield.

The burly and imposing Na Ruo'an saw Chen Ruo'an grab Ding Shian by the throat with one hand and lift his best friend up like a chick.

"Uncle An!" Na Ruhu called out.

Xiao Huzi and Ding Shian were known as "two heroes". They had been sparring for many years, with each winning and losing. They were like-minded and both had a bit of a "martial arts fanatic" nature.

Chen Ruoan thought this man was having a craving for sex and wanted to try it out, so she replied, "Your neck is too thick."

"what?"

Na Ruhu didn't understand what these words meant. He subconsciously touched his neck and shoulders, which had been bruised from physical training, and then pleaded, "Master An, please be lenient. This Old Ding is indeed a bit too belligerent. He is a member of the 'Quanxing' sect, but his reputation in the circle is excessively good!"

Ding Shian has been a well-connected and skilled person, and as the saying goes, "To get food from a hundred families, you need good relationships; to master a hundred skills, you need good character." This guy has been in the industry for many years, and several famous masters are willing to teach him a trick or two. He doesn't rely on the shamelessness of a scoundrel, but on his character.

Among the "Quanxing" (a group of people), Corpse Demon and Ding Shian are somewhat self-aware. Tu Junfang, due to his "Three Corpses" methods, brings both danger and opportunity to people, hence his infamous reputation.

Ding Shian joined the Quanxing Sect only to make it easier to challenge righteous masters, because he was too popular and had too upright a character, so no one was willing to go all out against him when sparring.

The extraordinary person, who was most afraid of getting hurt, chose the most reckless cultivation method.

All of a person's grudges and entanglements cannot escape the golden eyes of the fox's den, which observes the threads of fate. Chen Ruoan naturally understood what Ru Hu had said.

Snapped!

Chen Ruoan released his grip, and Ding Shian knelt down, covering his throat with his hands and breathing heavily.

"I've failed the exam."

“The Ghost Needle cannot seal the meridians, the Earth Immortal’s surprise attack method is useless, the Observation Method cannot see through the Qi circulation trajectory, and the Escape Light Protection cannot defend against a fox’s claw…” Ding Shian began to reflect and summarize, treating the sparring between masters as a kind of homework assignment.

Chen Ruoan didn't feel as violent as natural disasters like storms, tsunamis, or volcanic eruptions, but rather exuded a sense of despair, like someone trying to solve advanced math problems at an elementary school level.

Beyond the idea of ​​transcending all "humans," Ding Shian also wants to add the species "fox" to the list.

"Old Ding, get up." Na Ruohu helped his friend up and said to Chen Ruoan, "Master An, this guy is being unreasonable, I'll take the blame for him."

Chen Ruoan waved.

Supported by the tiger-like man, Ding Shian walked unsteadily, turned around, and asked, "Master An, having cultivated to this level, is there anything in this world that you are afraid of?"

"rare."

What has been the biggest injury you've ever suffered?

"I don't remember."

Ding Shian gazed at the traces of war on the outskirts of the grassland. Black smoke billowed from the deep pits, and the air was filled with the smell of burning and blood.

Will the day come when the Inhumans can withstand missiles head-on? The vision of being unharmed and painless seems a bit far-fetched.

The bloodstains and bullet marks on the grassland were somewhat glaring. Chen Ruoan raised his hand and cast a spell, and a faint spiritual light spread across the land like flowing water.

In the blink of an eye, the shattered meadow stood upright again, the bloodstains quietly melted away, and all the cracks and signs of fighting on the ground were smoothed out, restoring the vast and tranquil grassland to its former glory.

As the setting sun slowly sank below the horizon, twilight bathed the world in its glow, night gradually fell, and countless stars emerged from the deep sky, adorning the heavens.

Chen Ruoan looked up and gestured to the distant perimeter. The armed personnel, who were on high alert and ready for battle, understood and silently put away their weapons, lined up, turned around, and dispersed.