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

"By the way, if people outside knew that the notorious Ghost Face Man looked like this, wouldn't they be horrified?"

Hearing the whispers of others, Gan Bing's mind raced.

"Yes! Ghost-faced man!"

"The Jade-faced Scholar Lu Bin may not be his true identity!"

Just as he figured this out, Gan Bing's body took the lead and walked straight towards An Le: "Ghost-faced man!"

When this sentence is shouted out, it is extraordinary.

Many monks immediately turned their heads and looked at the dry ice.

"Who is this person? Is he familiar with An Daoyou?"

"It seems to be the Dry Ice Fairy of the Moving Mountain Sect..."

Some people looked curious, some frowned, and some even showed a hint of hostility, wanting to maintain Anle's authority.

Gan Bing's cheeks felt hot and her heart was pounding. She knew she was being reckless, but she had not expected that the Ghost-Faced Man's prestige here would reach such a level.

Fortunately, Gan Bing was still conscious and immediately explained, "The Ghost-Faced Man saved my life. I just wanted to talk to him..."

"Oh……"

The tone of voice of the crowd was meaningful.

No matter what, Gan Bing is also a famous female hero with excellent appearance and strength. Coupled with Anle's image, it is hard not to think of other aspects.

Thinking of this, most people stopped stopping her.

Offending Dry Ice is just a small matter, but if you make the Ghost-Faced Man unhappy, that would be a big disaster.

Just as Gan Bing was about to walk to Anle, a petite figure stood in front of her.

"Friend An is my brother. What do you want to talk to me about?"

Gu Qiutong looked at the dry ice that was half a head taller than her, but her momentum was not weaker at all, and she spoke with confidence.

When the people around saw this scene, their interest instantly rose.

They enjoyed watching the fun and even secretly expected the two women to start fighting.

It is very rare to see two powerful female cultivators fighting each other.

Unfortunately, both Gu Qiutong and Gan Bing remained rational. They left the camp together, and no one knew where they were going, which made the monks who were watching feel quite regretful.

the other side.

Hu Chunsheng asked in a low voice: "Brother An, is it really okay to ignore them?"

Anle raised his eyebrows and said, "You misunderstood me. I have a clean relationship with them. How can I control what they do?"

"really?"

Hu Chunsheng's face was still full of distrust.

The demon race believes in the principle of the survival of the fittest, and the strong have the right to mate, so it is natural for them to find more female demons. In his opinion, with Anle's strength, it is reasonable for him to have three wives and four concubines. However, if he is irresponsible after mating, that is another matter.

Anle felt wronged. He had always been chaste and resolute, but there were still many bad women who coveted his body.

"Alas, this is the trouble with being too good-looking."

Putting aside the distracting thoughts in his mind for the moment, Anle observed the states of many monks and found that they were no longer as depressed and frightened as they were at the beginning. They were obviously much more relaxed, which could be seen from their attitude towards dry ice just now.

Many people still had smiles on their faces and hope in their hearts.

Now this camp has gathered almost all of the human monks who fell into the ruins, forming a strong force. Even if evil spirits attack, they have enough ability to protect themselves.

But faced with this scene, Anle restrained his smile and felt a little heavy and uneasy.

He learned from Hu Chunsheng that the evil spirit had been behaving strangely in the past half day, as if it had gone into hiding, and the ghost generals and idols had also disappeared.

This is not good news.

Anle suspected that they were gathering their strength and would wait until humans gathered together to catch them all in one fell swoop!

He had a vague feeling that the big... was coming!

And, not too slow.

The current peace and tranquility is just a false appearance. Beneath the calm, there is a turbulent undercurrent.

"Brother An, you are worried..."

Hu Chunsheng saw the worry and said comfortingly: "This space is already unstable. It is only a matter of time before it completely collapses. There is no need to be so careful."

This is also what most people in the camp think.

"I don't think so. Wait until the hour of Chou and gather everyone..."

Anle thought about it and gave instructions to Hu Chunsheng.

He returned to the small building and waited quietly for two o'clock in the morning.

This deduction may determine the fate of many monks!

When the time came, Anle opened the panel.

【Begin deduction! 】

I don't know why I'm very tired today, so I'll just write 4000 words! Xian Miao wants to try to update words on the th, so I want to save some manuscripts! I won't ask for monthly tickets today.

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Chapter 150 The Ghost Face’s Fame!

【Ghost Lord has arrived in person. 】

【you are dead. 】

Anle opened his eyes and woke up from the deduction.

He looked at the wall beside him with a confused look in his eyes, unable to tell whether it was reality or illusion.

The text on the panel was extremely brief, but in the deduced memory, it was a very long battle.

Statues of gods, evil spirits, monks... no one knows how many died. The entire ruins space is almost wiped out. The cruelty and bloodiness of the battlefield is hard to imagine for those who have not witnessed it with their own eyes.

To date, Anle has experienced many wars, but this is the first time one is as tragic as this one.

However, his willpower was no longer what it used to be, and he quickly calmed down and regained consciousness.

"As expected..."

Anle narrowed his eyes, not showing any panic at all.

After all, even without deduction, he had anticipated the enemy's attack.

He murmured, "Ghost Lord..."

In the previous deduction, Anle learned about the existence of this "person" from Duomu Zhenjun and Blood Demon.

He knew that the other party was the owner of the ruins and the culprit behind the unusual movements in the Yuntian Domain some time ago. The strange black smoke was the work of Ghost Lord.

It seemed that Ghost Lord's original plan was to use the black smoke as tentacles to explore the Yuntian Realm first, but he was forced to terminate his plan due to the arrival of Taixu Palace.

Thinking of Taixu Palace, Anle frowned slightly.

"We have been trapped in the ruins for several days. Even if Taixu Palace is slow, they should be able to react by now."

"Not to mention, they are in the state of incarnation. Such a relic space will definitely not be able to stop them."

An Le was really puzzled and stroked his chin: "Or... Taixu Palace doesn't care about the lives of the trial participants at all?"

While he was thinking, Gu Qiutong's voice came from outside the door.

"Friend An! I have something important to tell you!"

After getting the approval, Gu Qiutong walked in hurriedly, followed by dry ice.

They looked a little disheveled, with signs of battle, but their relationship was obviously much better than before and the tension was no longer there.

Anle was a little curious about what happened between the two women.

But compared to this, business is more important.

Gu Qiutong spoke briefly and quickly explained the situation.

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"So, when you fell into the ruins... only one day had passed in the Yuntian Realm? And almost no one talked about what happened in the Tianyun Mountains?"

Anle looked at the dry ice and asked seriously.

Meeting his gaze, Gan Bing blushed for some reason.

She had a lot to say to Anle, but she couldn't say it under the current circumstances, so she could only nod vigorously.

The dry ice didn't stay in the ruins for a long time, only half a day at most. Combined with the above point, it was not difficult for Anle to see it.

"Isn't the speed of time flowing in the ruins space different from that in the outside world?"

The Luohun Sect in ancient times was glorious and powerful, so it would not be surprising if the space here had such characteristics.

But Anle vaguely felt that this was still not the only reason why Taixu Palace had not taken action yet.

"Forget it. It's better to rely on yourself than on others. At the critical moment, you still have to rely on yourself."

Anle's eyes gradually became firm.

This crisis is certainly a life-threatening situation, but every time since he traveled through time, it has been like this.

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At this time, many monks in the camp had been gathered together by Hu Chunsheng.

"What happened? Why did Brother Hu summon us so late at night?"

"It seems to be the Ghost-Faced Man's request..."

"I hope it's not bad news. After we get out, I want to become a Taoist couple with my junior sister!"

Everyone was whispering and talking in low voices.

After all, it is two o'clock in the morning. Even if a foundation-building cultivator does not sleep for four or five days, it is not a problem. However, being disturbed during his rest will inevitably make him complain.

Especially some of the newly joined monks were secretly muttering in their hearts.

"If it was Master Wuhen, it would be fine, but how could this ghost-faced man have such a high status?"

As the number of people in the camp increased, there were more and more monks who had never been rescued by Anle personally or seen him take action. They were a little dissatisfied with the authority of the Ghost-faced Man.

Pan Ying is one of them.

He is the legitimate son of a Yuanying cultivation family. He has broad knowledge and extraordinary talent. He thinks he is only one step behind Yun Wuhen.

Before falling into the ruins, he had obtained six jade tripod fragments, ranking at the top of the list.

Pan Ying's only flaw is that he is not good-looking, he is rather short and fat, and his facial features are far from being "ordinary", so he is not well-known and is only nicknamed "Shorty Tiger".

Earlier, when Pan Ying was in the camp, he caught a glimpse of An Le’s true face, and saw Gan Bing actively pursuing him.

I felt so bitter in my heart that I became more and more unwilling to accept it.

"We are all geniuses. Why do you, the ghost-faced man, have such a status?"

"Is it because you are good-looking?"

Pan Ying complained to his companions: "Is this ghost-faced man trying to tease us? The evil spirits nearby have been cleared away, what else could happen?"

Hearing this, many people around glared at him.

Pan Ying was not afraid at all, with a faint aura all over his body. He looked at him and said in a cold voice.

"Why, did I say something wrong?"

His gaze was so oppressive that the weaker monks were unable to open their mouths to refute.

Other newly-arrived and famous talents were also ready to make a move, causing a small disturbance.

Seeing this scene, Pan Ying sneered complacently: "My time is very precious. If he doesn't come again, I will..."

Suddenly, he stopped talking.

A vast and heavy pressure spread out in an instant.