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

Anle smiled and said, "Have you really seen through it?"

His blood surged, and his body made a whistling sound that cut through the air. At the same time, he continued to squeeze the spiritual energy cavity in his body, and fired a series of spiritual energy artillery from the ghost armor, attacking those open eyeballs.

'I'm going to hit you on the jaw with my left hand this time.'

Duomu Zhenjun clearly read Anle's thoughts and protected his jaw with purple light.

But the next second, Anle hit him in the abdomen with another heavy punch.

puff!

The Multi-Eyed True Lord spewed out a breath of purple-black evil air, and countless eyes flashed with disbelief.

"How is this possible!? I clearly read his thoughts, why... are they completely different?"

The greatest blessing brought by [The Posture of the God of War] is not the increase in speed or strength, nor the transformation of secret power, but the generation of an existence that Anle calls "the instinct of the god of war."

Fighting has become as natural to him as breathing.

Without thinking, the body will handle the situation in the most optimized way.

If the other party can predict Anle's first move, then Anle can already predict his next move. If one really has to find a word to describe it, this is what is called... the first of the first!

The thoughts that Duomu Zhenjun read were just a deliberate trick used by Anle to deceive him.

Although the Ghost Armor is still being eroded by the purple light, everything will be fine as long as Duomu Zhenjun is killed before it is completely destroyed.

"You deserve to die!"

Duomu Zhenjun completely gave up on any hope of luck and became extremely furious. His entire body was flashing purple light, each of his eyeballs were widened to the extreme, and purple tentacles were surging out from the ground like crazy.

The ghost armor on Anle's body no longer maintained the shape of armor.

The ghost armor was originally formed by the mutation of his skin. It was a living creature. It also transformed into countless black tentacles that collided with the purple light.

Others and evil spirits could only see that the black and purple colors on the battlefield were constantly flashing, entangled and devouring each other, as if two ancient monsters were fighting in close combat.

The aftermath of the battle alone was enough to terrify people and killed countless evil creatures.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Suddenly, Duomu Zhenjun roared: "I have seen your future of defeat! Die!!!"

The countless eyeballs on its body burst out with an unprecedented halo, turning into a beam of light that shot straight out.

In the strong light, Anle remained calm and spoke lightly.

"The future I see is above you."

With a loud "boom", the world fell into silence.

This chapter has slightly adjusted the typesetting habits and reduced the number of small paragraphs. I wonder whether you think this is good or bad.

One more thing, starting from next month, which is tomorrow, Xian Miao plans to update as much as possible! About 6000 words a day, and I want to get more than 1000 monthly votes!

I have never asked for monthly tickets. First, I know that my performance is not good, and even if I ask, there will not be much. Second, I update less frequently, so I don’t have the face to ask for tickets! But next month, I still want to work hard, and I hope everyone will support me! Thank you all!

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Chapter 143 The Ghost Face

After the dazzling purple light dissipated, an empty flat area appeared among the ruins' buildings.

Most of the quaint and prosperous buildings have collapsed, and the ground in the center of the ruins appears half-melted due to the high temperature, with the remains of some statues vaguely visible.

Gu Qiutong and others widened their eyes, looking for Anle and Duomu Zhenjun.

Soon, their hearts sank to the bottom.

Because on the ruins, there was still a purple figure standing there.

The purple robe of Duomu Zhenjun had long disappeared, and his body could only barely maintain its human form, like a ball of wriggling mud, with dirty tentacles spreading out.

Most of the eyeballs, big and small, all over his body were closed and permanently disabled, making him look extremely miserable.

But Master Duomu couldn't help but smile grimly.

"Haha, I won the most..."

boom!

A muffled sound, neither light nor heavy, was heard.

The laughter of Duomu Zhenjun stopped instantly. He lowered his head and looked at his chest...

A fist the size of a normal person and as white as jade pierced through his body and came out from his chest.

In his hand, he held a purple-black strange pill.

"Do not……"

Master Duomu realized something and his few remaining eyes widened slightly.

However, how could Anle give him even a trace of mercy? He clenched his jade-like palm tightly, and the strange pill turned into dust.

Click...

The evil body began to deform and shatter from the head on, its brain bursting out, and the remaining flesh, blood, and bones slid to the ground, crumbling and dissolving... like a pool of rotten mud.

A stream of black smoke floated out from the wreckage, but was also caught by Anle.

When the rational evil spirits around saw this, a look of fear appeared on their faces. They did not dare to stay and fled into the distance.

Those tall statues returned to their normal state and became somewhat stiff. Without their leader, their danger was greatly reduced.

this moment.

The gazes of Gu Qiutong, Xiong Batian and other cultivators were all focused on Anle, with surprise, awe and admiration showing in their eyes.

The ghost armor became tattered under the erosion of the purple energy and could not cover his entire body. Even half of the face armor was damaged.

People stared at him blankly.

This scene before their eyes will be something they will never forget for years to come or even for the rest of their lives.

Under the grey and gloomy sky, among the vast tracts of ruins and the remains of countless statues, there was only that one man standing upright, with an extraordinarily handsome appearance, like a celestial being, and like the only ray of light in this dark world.

Although they were only a short distance away, everyone felt as if they were separated by an incredibly long distance.

******

After the death of Duomu Zhenjun, the pressure on the cultivators suddenly decreased.

The remaining evil spirits and statues acted only on instinct and did not pose much of a threat. Besides, their purpose was not to wipe out all enemies, but to delay time as much as possible so that Hu Chunsheng in the temple could complete the ritual smoothly.

Half a day later.

Accompanied by a tremor, the tall temple collapsed, the earth and rocks crumbled, and the walls fell down.

Hu Chunsheng walked out with a pale face, his eyes full of worry.

"The evil spirit's attack will surely be fierce. Can the Ghost-faced Man... hold on?"

'Old Bear, you must be okay!'

What Hu Chunsheng was most worried about was that his divination was successful, but his companions were all killed or injured.

After taking only two steps, Hu Chunsheng opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Outside the courtyard wall, there was a makeshift campsite where people were sitting around a campfire. The aroma of barbecue filled the air.

Hu Chunsheng: “Hmm?”

Xiong Batian was the first to notice his arrival and quickly greeted him.

"Come here, Lao Hu. Here is the monster rabbit meat you love to eat!"

Hu Chunsheng looked around in disbelief. If it weren't for the traces of battle everywhere and the monks' bodies being covered with wounds, he would have almost thought that the evil tide had never come.

He asked nervously, "Where is the evil spirit? Where is the statue? Why are they all gone?"

"Oh, you mean them..."

Xiong Batian grinned and patted Hu Chunsheng's shoulder hard.

"It's over! Don't worry, eat the meat first!"

As he spoke, he handed over a rabbit leg that was as thick as an arm. It was sizzling with oil and looked extremely tempting.

Hu Chunsheng took the rabbit leg blankly, and scanned the crowd, and suddenly discovered something -

That tall, dark, oppressive figure... is gone!

"Could it be that the Ghost-Faced Man..."

Hu Chunsheng thought of a possibility and a flash of sadness appeared in his eyes.

"What are you thinking about, old Hu?"

Xiong Batian scratched the back of his head with his big, greasy hand, not understanding what was wrong with Hu Chunsheng. He pointed to the center of the crowd and said, "Isn't the ghost-faced man right there?"

Hearing this, Hu Chunsheng was slightly stunned and looked up.

A young man with a refined and elegant appearance was surrounded by many stars. Besides Gu Qiutong, there were several other cultivators who were staring at him intently, trying to talk to him.

Many female cultivators even blushed and behaved awkwardly.

This man's appearance was one of the best among all the cultivators Hu Chunsheng had ever seen.

Hu Chunsheng's mouth was half open and he couldn't close it for a long time.

"This... is the Ghost-Faced Man?"

In his expectation, the other party should be a strong man like Xiong Batian, with well-developed muscles and a rough and bold face.

but now……

This perception was shattered in an instant.

Xiong Batian shrugged his shoulders and took a big bite of the barbecue. He didn't understand why they were so surprised by the true appearance of the ghost-faced man.

No matter what he looks like, isn't he normal?

At this moment, the young man turned his head and his eyes happened to meet Hu Chunsheng's.

Hu Chunsheng saw the other person stand up and walk towards him.

For some reason, Hu Chunsheng felt a little nervous.

Soon, the man with the ghost face walked up to Hu Chunsheng, stretched out his hand, and spoke in a friendly manner.

"I am Anle."

******

After a short rest, everyone set off again.

The target is the core of the ruins predicted by Hu Chunsheng.

During this period, Anle was able to restore his true appearance and name.

Now that he had been exposed in front of everyone, he simply stopped pretending and openly introduced his real name to people and acted in this manner.

On the other hand, after the previous battle, no matter what Anle looked like, he had established absolute authority among the group.

On the other hand, the Ghost Armor had indeed suffered heavy damage under the erosion of the strange purple energy and needed to recuperate in the body for a period of time.

However, showing one's true face also brings some minor annoyances.

The eyes of the female practitioners in the team began to become a little fanatical, as if they wanted to eat him alive.

It is not uncommon for someone to offer himself as a bedfellow.

Fortunately, Anle has great self-control and knows that boys should protect themselves when they go out, so he didn't let them succeed.

Along the way, other lone monks also joined the team one after another. In a place like this, sticking together for warmth is the choice of most people.

Among them were many talented people who possessed jade pieces, and some smart people took the initiative to hand over the jade pieces, which increased the total number of Anle's jade pieces again.

When they learned that Anle was the Ghost-Faced Man, they all showed wonderful expressions.

******

three days later.

The top floor of a small building.