Fairy, I really am a villain!

"I'm going."

~~

Holding his breath, Fang Xiwen pressed his back against the cliff and moved towards the pass step by step.

The further he walked, the more he could feel the resentment and malice in the black fog, as if countless different thoughts were mixed together and resounded like gongs and drums, making him feel dizzy.

This stitched monster is intelligent.

His method of hiding was not sophisticated, and it could be detected with a single sweep of spiritual sense, but the key was to use this attitude as if launching a sneak attack, so as not to let it sense that there might be an ambush outside.

This is a test of patience between hunter and prey.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Da da!

There was a sudden sound from the left front, Fang Xiwen immediately dodged backwards, a swirling flame lit up on the sword, and then he raised his eyes to look -

It was just a rock that was blown by the wind and rolled down from the cliff.

However, he narrowed his eyes, wondering where the wind came from...

Blown by the wind, the thick black fog in the rift valley became thinner, revealing a large rock at the back.

Behind the stone, a white human hand seemed to have grown out. It waved gently as if to greet him, and then suddenly stretched out towards him.

what!

Keeping retreating, the flame on his sword began to turn blue, pulsating with the power of thunder.

His body pulled back, and the tip of the sword trembled several times in succession, with the amplitude becoming larger and larger, before it chopped down heavily from top to bottom.

Absorbing air currents, lightning bursts out——

Seven strikes of purple thunder: violent thunder shakes the sky!

With a loud bang, large patches of electric arcs spread out, dispersing the surrounding black fog and forcing the hand back.

However, the shadow hanging over him did not dissipate and still weighed down like a mountain.

'Not the shadow of the black mist,'

Looking up as if realizing something, Fang Xiwen saw a sticky liquid dripping down her cheek.

Leaping up from behind the huge rock was a mountain of flesh made up of broken limbs and arms!

Not only does it have countless limbs attached to its body, which are now waving as if they have life; not only that, its body is also made up of many faces and countless bloodshot eyes!

The resentful black light lingering all over his body was the integration of countless years of resentment. Just one look at it would make people almost crazy!

~~

When Fang Xiwen saw this thing for the first time, he realized that his naming was a bit biased.

This is a hill made of flesh. It is made up not only of monsters, but also of many human corpses, put together in an extremely weird way.

He began to understand: No wonder the corpse was preserved so well, it turned out that it was assimilated by the monster using its demonic power and used as its own "fuel".

This monster constantly replaces its body and reattaches its limbs, using the remaining "life" in the human and demon bodies to survive bit by bit...

Between thoughts, Fang Xiwen could feel a pure evil from this creature, which was deeper than just resentment, as if it was a law of heaven and earth.

Recalling it, it seems that the "living things" seen in the spirit realm are almost all like this: the half-dead wolf demon in Guihua Mountain, the corpse tide of the residents in Xinggong Valley, and the "thousand-hands and hundred-eyes" monster in front of me...

What, after all, is the cause of these things?

"------"

Having noticed him long ago, the mouths of the stitched monsters all opened, letting out meaningless roars, pouring out endless hatred.

"roll!"

Using sound power, Fang Xiwen suddenly exhaled and spoke, his soul took the blow head-on, and then as if unaffected, he stepped on the Luoxu Shenyou technique, rushed out violently to the back, and began to pull monsters as planned.

Ding Ding Deng!

After a few heavy footsteps, he suddenly felt a chill on his back.

Looking back, I saw that the hill had already started to move, with countless legs of different shapes moving like a centipede.

There were footsteps that made one's scalp tingle, and the speed was not much slower than his!

Then, its many eyes began to be covered in darkness, before bulging and shattering, and rays of demonic power shot out from them.

Boom boom boom boom!

They shot down like lasers, sweeping across continuously; and Fang Xiwen used the Tianyan Atlas to calculate their trajectories clearly, and his body moved constantly, always narrowly passing by them.

I saw several holes appearing on the ground that was hit, as if it was corroded, and puffs of light white smoke came out.

"What kind of demonic power is this..."

As he was sighing, the demonic rays behind him suddenly dissipated, and a circle of black shadows suddenly surrounded him, which then grew bigger and bigger.

Looking up, I saw that the mountain of flesh had already jumped high up, with countless legs moving under the chassis, leaving pools of sticky blood.

Seeing this, Fang Xiwen took a few steps forward, then pulled hard to tighten several star lines that had been arranged on the cliff in advance. His moving speed increased again, and he ran out of the landing range.

boom! !

The stitched monster fell down with its butt, and its belly suddenly expanded like an air cushion, then shrank back, with a bunch of broken limbs and arms popping out of it.

Thick demon blood splashed over, staining his blue shirt dirty.

Fang Xiwen looked forward and found that he was still some distance away from the array formation:

This stitched monster already has a certain level of intelligence. If he continues to run away, it might become suspicious and stop chasing him, so he must give it a hard blow here...

Although Fang Xiwen knew it clearly, he didn't think his moves would be able to hit it hard as he watched the monster staggering to its feet. Even if he used all his strength to activate the middle-grade Mingde Zhishan Sword...

Suddenly, he noticed that the stitched monster's movements were a little chaotic, as if its hands and feet were uncoordinated, and he immediately understood -

The fact that so many tracking demonic powers can be shot out in different directions at the same time indicates that the ends controlling the eyes are different grudges.

Precisely because of its complex thoughts, it is easy for it to complete a simple jump, which only requires the whole bottom to exert force; but to balance such a huge body, it requires a certain amount of operation time.

...Are the resentments communicating with each other?

Before his mind was turning, Fang Xiwen had already come up with a way to deal with it: use a move to attack the soul. As long as enough resentment was affected, it would fall into chaos, and he would be able to seize the opportunity.

And looking at the sword moves he mastered, the most suitable one is——

"Then, this is the only way."

Chapter 320: Demon Soul Memory, Loss of Humanity

Having made the decision, he stepped heavily on the ground, leaped up, and the sword in his hand lit up with golden flames, which then transformed into the dark green sword intent.

Before he swung his sword, there was an illusory sound of sea waves in the air.

Wow!

When the stitched monster was struggling to coordinate and stand up, Fang Xiwen had already flashed to its "head", and the tip of the sword drew a mysterious trajectory in the void, reflected in its countless eyes.

The Blue Sky Sword Technique: The Blue Sea and the Heart of Heaven!

With the coordination of sword tactics, sword intent and sword moves, the sword seemed to split into countless paths, each of which was similar but different;

Looking at the dazzling sword light, the idea of ​​stitching the monster began to split endlessly. Every cell seemed to have its own thoughts, and the voice of suppressed pain resounded throughout the rift valley:

"I'm not a demon, don't take me with you!"

"Dragon Emperor, kill them all!"

"To massacre an entire continent is a loss of humanity! Only in this way can we resist the victory of the Emperor's Sword, and everything will turn around!!"

This sword dragged most of the resentful souls that still had some sanity into the "Tian Xin" state, triggering their strongest thoughts before they died.

There were soldiers from the Longwei Army who were unwilling to let their bodies be humiliated and joined the demon tribe; there were little demons who were the vanguards of the army and only had death in their minds; and there were also those who seemed to be war commanders and issued iron-blooded decisions.

Endless evil thoughts came, and Fang Xiwen also suffered backlash, and scenes began to flash back:

That was the flames of war that overwhelmed the Ding army. As the soldiers moved, fields of crops turned to ashes in the flames...Some people's heads were picked up by the tip of a spear and hung next to the flag...Some monsters gnawed on bloody food and put the excess bloody meat into the cloth bag they carried...

"puff!"

Fang Xiwen's soul felt as if he had been struck hard, blood spurted out of his face and he fell heavily to the ground.

Then, he struggled to get up, and according to the instructions given in his subconscious mind, he rushed to the front of the immobile stitched monster in a few steps.

Then, he suddenly thrust his hands into the dirty, rotten flesh, exhaled and shouted, and straightened his waist, lifting it off the ground.

"Give me--"

When he inhaled, Fang Xiwen's muscles bulged;

With the help of dual internal energy, he lifted the small mountain of flesh above his head. Sticky blood dripped down, and many limbs were slapping him around and struggling frantically.

"Get over there!"

boom!

With a strong throw, the stitched monster flew several feet away, and then, as if it had been calculated, it hit the center of the formation exactly.

At the moment of landing, the formation beneath him was activated, and the three inner and outer circles intertwined, and as the formation pattern moved -

Three angry gazes were cast over, each revealing their suicidal intentions.

~~

The operation is proceeding as planned.

After this stitched monster fell into the formation, the first step was to cut off its control over the power of heaven and earth, making it difficult for it to exert its external abilities, otherwise there was no way of killing it.

This goal cannot be achieved by a single formation, but if the Wang family's precious soldiers are combined to defeat the demon clan -

Swish!

A golden sword flew out from the rift in the distance, then fell from the sky and suppressed the center of the formation.

The Mingde Sword has always been protective of its master. Seeing its master so injured, the spirit of the precious weapon seemed to become a little angry. The bright and righteous energy spread out like water waves and pierced into various parts of the monster's body through the stitches.

Poof.

After just one encounter, its aura dropped a lot; at the same time, several star lines flew out from the side, penetrated into its skin, and continuously injected true energy to interfere with its movements.