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

The next moment!

An expression of fear appeared on the man's face, and his whole body became stiff.

People saw that the ghost-faced man seemed to do nothing and just stared at the white-skeletal human-faced spider in silence.

Click... click...

A fine cracking sound was heard.

The spider's skeleton continued to disintegrate and scatter like snowflakes.

Total demise.

Chapter 140: Fear comes from insufficient firepower

Under the ghost armor, Anle's eyes were faintly stained with the yellow color of earth.

Intricate patterns appeared deep in the pupils, appearing a bright scarlet color.

Like the so-called... red spider lily?

It is said that by the river leading to the underworld, there are patches of red spider lilies blooming, carrying magical powers.

The petals' long and slender lines stretch out, two different colors blend together, and an invisible vortex rotates.

This makes these eyes look extremely gorgeous and evil.

If you stare at it for a long time, it seems that not only your sight but also your soul will be sucked into it.

As the vortex twists.

The white-boned human-faced spider disintegrated bit by bit, and it seemed as if a cool mysterious force flowed into its eyes.

"Ok?"

Anle raised an eyebrow.

There was a sense of satisfaction in the ghost's eyes.

"Is this to 'eat' the evil spirit directly?"

An Le thought to himself: "It seems that the ghost eye can also be improved to a certain extent."

"It has some similarities to the Swallowing Ghost Blood Transformation Technique, but there are also some significant differences."

After a few days of research, Anle discovered that [Yellow Spring Ghost Eye] can not only lock onto the hidden traces of evil spirits, but also cause invisible and fatal damage to them.

The process was just like before.

"But there are obviously limitations. An evil spirit that is too strong cannot be killed with one strike."

He rubbed his eyes to relieve the unique soreness.

next to.

Everyone rushed forward and used various methods to rescue the unfortunate male cultivator.

Some gave him pills to take, and some cast healing spells.

If this injury happened to an ordinary person, he would definitely die.

But for the cultivators who are building their foundation with vigorous vitality, there is still hope.

Soon, the man was pulled back from the brink of death. Still in fear, he kept thanking Anle.

Bai Xianyou noticed another point and frowned worriedly.

"Can the evil spirits... sneak into the temple now?"

This means that the protective power of this place has weakened to a dangerous level.

Without waiting for him to ask.

Anle turned his head to look outside the temple and spoke seriously.

"They are coming."

******

Outside the temple.

In a small, cramped hut.

Two monks were hiding in it, talking in low voices.

"Are we really not going to hide in that temple?"

"I see a lot of strong people gathered there recently. It's safer with more people."

The other person sneered and retorted.

"Heh...safe? A big tree is more likely to attract the wind!"

"Given the current situation, it won't be long before they are attacked by evil spirits. It's better for them to hide quietly and wait for rescue from Taixu Palace."

The person who spoke earlier murmured in confusion: "Will Taixu Palace really come?"

After hearing this, both sides fell silent.

at this time.

The two of them felt their spiritual consciousness tremble slightly, and they had a strong ominous premonition.

They looked at each other and could see the fear in each other's eyes.

A few seconds.

The building complex, which had been peaceful and tranquil just a moment ago, suddenly became agitated.

The ground began to shake.

A cold breath permeated, like a stinking morgue in the cold winter, and a strange smell spread.

One, two, three...

Countless powerful evil spirits emerged like mushrooms after a rain.

It could be a smiling human skin with the flesh and bones hollowed out, a ball of liquid shadow, or a strange creature with a human face.

Any one of them would be difficult for the two to defeat.

They carefully turned their heads and looked out the window.

One tall and burly statue after another walked on the empty streets.

The body clearly exuded a dead aura and was clearly just a dead object, yet it was filled with terrifying power.

The idol and the evil spirit march side by side.

It's like a hundred demons parading at night!

"They...are here as expected!"

One person said in a trembling voice, with a look of relief on his face.

He thought that the immortal cultivators gathered in the temple would definitely not be able to resist such a terrifying wave.

Certain death!

And because of their wise decision, they successfully escaped the disaster.

"I just said..."

The man turned around.

I was about to say something, but my voice was lost as if something was stuck in my throat.

He saw a pale face emerge from the chest of his companion beside him.

His companion's eyes widened and he coughed up blood: "Run away..."

However, where could he escape to?

It didn't take long.

From the darkness of the hut came a tooth-grinding chewing sound.

******

It's not just these two.

All the immortal cultivators in a large area surrounding the temple were affected by this evil wave.

The monks who were a little further away stayed far away and were unwilling to get close to this area.

They were terrified: "What on earth happened there?"

In a tall temple.

Yun Wuhen noticed something and raised his head.

There were also many monks following him, all huddled together for warmth in order to survive.

Someone immediately asked, "Master Wuhen, what happened?"

Yun Wuhen shook his head slightly.

"do not know."

"But perhaps... something that will decide our fate is about to happen."

******

The people around Anle naturally didn't know what others were thinking.

Even if you knew it, it would be of no use.

This is because a huge number of evil spirits and idols have arrived around the temple.

They did not launch an attack immediately, but stayed where they were.

As if waiting for something.

Even so, those deformed, bloody, or tall creatures still brought a great sense of oppression.

The temple fell into silence.

It seemed as if only people's heartbeats and breathing were left.

Even the sound of a pin drop can be heard clearly.

Even though everyone had predicted the enemy's arrival from Anle.

But when they really appear before people's eyes, a feeling of suffocation and despair still emerges in their hearts.

'There are so many?'

“How terrible…”

"Are we really doomed?"

Even Xiong Batian, Bai Xianyou, and Gu Qiutong, who were considered geniuses in the eyes of ordinary people, changed their expressions slightly.

In deathly silence.

Someone couldn't help but ask: "Can we... win?"

"Can win."

Anle said calmly: "Trust me."

The sound is not too loud, but it is powerful.

It was just an ordinary promise.

But for some reason, a sense of confidence suddenly arose in everyone's hearts, dispelling the invisible haze.

The depression in the crowd was slightly relieved.

Someone said it jokingly, calling Anle by his nickname.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Ghost-faced Man!"

"Friend Ghost, our lives are in your hands."

"Kill them all! Kill them all!"