Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

It's similar to the state of being drunk.

At this moment.

Her entire body was wrapped around Anle like an octopus.

Anle stroked his chin and thought.

"Is it the influence of the secret power of the statue?"

"Or is it... because of the Yellow Spring Ghost Eye?"

Fortunately, this touchable situation did not last long.

Not long after, Xiao Xiaohong returned to normal.

Her little face became even colder than usual, but the residual blush on her cheeks proved that she seemed to be in a rather uneasy mood.

The old Mo next to him was shouting, "Master, save me!" "Old Mo, I'm dying!" "Help!!!" and so on.

At the same time, he broke the three smiling human skins one by one and swallowed them all into his stomach.

"Master... this is too much..."

Lao Mo walked back to Anle and spoke with resentment.

"Well done."

Anle praised and followed the direction guided by his spiritual consciousness, walking to a small path.

There are some bloodstains and pieces of flesh left here.

Probably the traces of eating.

There were three storage bags on the ground, but Anle took a quick look and found that their spiritual energy was dissipating rapidly.

Most of the things inside have lost their original functions.

Obviously, these three human skins were not original to the ruins.

But they are the cultivators who participated in the trial of Taixu Palace.

Anle frowned.

Suddenly, he felt a chill on the back of his heart.

An extremely sinister premonition arises.

Anle didn't have time to think and his body flashed subconsciously.

There seemed to be a human-shaped trace left at the place where he had just stopped.

With a "hiss", the part of the mark below the head disappeared completely.

"coming!"

Anle's eyes changed, and strange patterns emerged deep in his pupils.

The color becomes particularly deep, with a hint of dark red.

【Yellow Spring Ghost Eyes! 】

This time, he saw what the enemy looked like.

That is a...

Judge!

******

The core area of ​​the Luohun Sect ruins.

There are many tall towers.

Each tower is built of unique stone, lined up one after another, and is carved with various magical murals and stone statues.

Majestic and tall, solemn and dignified.

Even though it is in ruins now, from the few fragments of this building.

One can also imagine the glorious and magnificent scene of this place during its heyday.

However, evil forces have been eroding for thousands of years.

The area that should have been holy and pure was now filled with weirdness and chaos.

Countless evil spirits linger here.

They fought and killed each other, and finally an extremely powerful being evolved, ruling this ancient relic.

He has forgotten his former name and calls himself "Ghost Lord."

He is in charge of several ghost generals and countless statues of gods, large and small.

He is a well-deserved venerable figure in the ruins!

Next to the tallest stone tower.

Statues of gods that are more than three meters high can be seen everywhere, and there are also many that are five meters high.

Some statues of gods seem to be made entirely of gold and stone.

Copper body and golden body!

It is far more powerful than wooden and clay statues.

They stood there, motionless.

But the enormous pressure proved that they could be transformed into terrifying killing weapons at any time.

Many evil spirits were crawling nearby, staring at the figure on the top of the tower with awe and fear.

His entire body was shrouded in black smoke, his appearance could not be seen clearly, and even his limbs could not be distinguished.

It’s the Ghost Lord.

He looked up at the dark sky.

This tower is already very tall, but it is still an immeasurable height from the world outside the ruins.

“Within sight, but out of reach.”

The Ghost Lord sighed softly.

"Even so, my Luohun Sect will definitely see the light of day again."

"Sir!"

At this moment, a cloud of black smoke beside him suddenly spoke in human language.

"More and more cultivators have fallen into the sect. Do we still have to deal with them the same way as before?"

"nature."

The Ghost Lord glanced into the distance and muttered coldly.

"Not enough... Not enough killed..."

There seemed to be pity in his eyes.

"In order to make the Luohun Sect great again, then... I have no choice but to ask you to die."

Hearing this, the black smoke around Ghost Lord trembled slightly, as if it was afraid.

Following his thoughts.

The evil spirits and idols in the surroundings began to spread outward like an army under strict discipline, looking for and slaughtering the monks who had fallen here.

At this time, a faint ghost shadow appeared beside Ghost Lord.

"Your Excellency, the judge is in trouble."

The Ghost Lord glanced at it indifferently without saying anything.

Another three-eyed ghost general said indifferently.

"What danger could there be for the Judge?"

"With its means, ordinary Jindan cultivators are no match for it."

He smiled coldly.

"Choosing the Judge as their enemy, it seems... those people are going to be in trouble."

Ghost Lord did not say anything, but he felt inexplicably emotional in his heart.

In the past, the Golden Core was just the basic level of the Luohun Sect.

But now, it is not easy to gather this group of ghost generals who are barely comparable to the Golden Core.

"Times have changed..."

Ghost Lord sighed in his heart.

Fortunately, the only people entering the ruins now are cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

He also had great confidence in the judge.

Among all the ghost generals, the Judge may not be the strongest, but he is definitely the most difficult.

******

boom! ! !

A punch landed with overwhelming force.

The air expanded violently with the point where the fist landed as the center.

The sweeping strong wind caused the surrounding buildings to sway slightly, as if they would collapse at any time.

The extremely solid ground was cracked into several cracks by this punch.

Unfortunately, there was no real feeling of this punch hitting the target.

Anle stood up and looked at the shadow not far away.

"Hmph, want to run away?"

Now, he saw it clearly.

The other person was wearing a red robe, a small crown on his head, and holding a judge's pen carved out of white bones.

The tip of the pen is a blood-colored hair.

It wriggles like a living thing.

The judge's face had no flesh or skin, only empty facial bones.

The deep eye sockets were burning with a ball of blood.

The appearance is extremely terrifying.

But now, deep in the blood light, there flashed a hint of intense fear and surprise.

'How did he see me?'

Before the judge could continue to escape, Anle's fist attacked like a cannonball.

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The huge fist expanded rapidly in the judge's ghost eyes.

At this moment, it seemed to cover the entire world and fill his entire field of vision.

The wind from the fist blew wildly on his facial bones and eye sockets, as if trying to blow out the ghost fire in his eye sockets in one breath.

The Judge had not experienced this kind of destructive feeling for hundreds of years.

There was a flickering will-o'-the-wisp in his eyes, and he waved the big brush in his hand.

The figure seemed to dissolve and disappear into the air.

Anle's punch missed again.

"That pen can not only attack, but also teleport short distances?"

"What a troublesome little bug..."