"This is an... ancestral hall?!"
When he arrived at the center of the village, Ye Qing suddenly saw a relatively well-preserved building.
The whole building is made of dark red stones. It is rough and tall. Above the dilapidated door, there is a plaque hanging. The plaque has been broken off and is covered with cobweb dust. You can vaguely identify the word "ancestral temple".
Therefore, Ye Qing just concluded that this was an ancestral hall.
The door of the ancestral hall is ajar. Through the door, you can vaguely see the collapsed tribute table, messy spiritual tablets and thick dust inside.
In Ye Qing's sense of magic, there was nothing strange in the ancestral hall, but he always felt a little strange and uneasy.
But for the moment I couldn’t tell what was wrong?
"Ding ding..."
While Ye Qing frowned, a breeze suddenly blew by, and a crisp ringtone sounded. The ringtone was pleasant yet solemn.
Ye Qing looked up and saw that the sound was coming from a pair of bronze bells hanging on the eaves of the ancestral hall.
The copper bell swayed, creating ripples. In the ripples, there seemed to be birds flying and singing softly. The birds sang happily, and the bells harmonized with each other, just like a beautiful and moving piece of music, which made people happy and happy.
"Huh...I almost made a mistake."
Seeing this, Ye Qing let out a light sigh, slightly surprised. It was not that he had not noticed the pair of bronze bells before, but the pair of bells were covered with the smell of copper and were dull, so he just thought they were a pair of ordinary bronze bells. , did not take it to heart.
He never expected that the pair of bronze bells were not ordinary objects, and they seemed to be no ordinary artifacts.
Ye Qing did not hesitate, he jumped slightly and took the pair of bronze bells into his hands.
But just as he was about to hit the ground, a wisp of black light shot through the air and hit the back of his head.
The black light was as thin as a hair, silent, looming, but as fast as lightning, piercing Ye Qing's head in the blink of an eye.
"Hehe... not alert at all, what a fool..."
On the roof not far from the ancestral hall, a thin man was lying on the roof, playing with a bunch of hair in his hand. He looked at Ye Qing who had his head pierced by a black awn and sneered coldly.
The man has long, jet-black hair that is the envy of all women. The long hair is as black as a waterfall and as smooth as brocade. It pours down and is densely packed around him, like a bottomless lake.
But the next moment, the man's laughter stopped abruptly.
Because, he saw the person whose head was pierced by the black light, shattered like a bubble, and disappeared.
Obviously, it was just a phantom, not a real person.
Immediately, the skinny man's body trembled slightly, his face changed suddenly, and his black hair flew back as if blown by a strong wind.
And when it was raised, the originally soft hair suddenly became harder than steel and sharper than needles.
In just one moment, his long hair turned into steel needles all over the sky, pouring down like a heavy rain.
But the next moment, the man's expression changed again, because he felt that the long hair that he stabbed behind him was like a mud cow sinking into the sea, making no sound.
At the same time, a terrible breath poured down.
With a thought, the man's long hair, which was flying like steel needles, rolled back and became supple again. The dense long hair was criss-crossed, wrapping the man himself like an airtight black cocoon.
At this time, a fist landed on the cocoon woven with long hair.
The punch fell silently, but there was thunder.
I saw that where the fist came into contact with the black hair, a large piece suddenly sunk in. All the black hair was like taut strings, buzzing and trembling, invisible energy spreading, and the rubble shattered.
"Bang bang..."
Then the black hair seemed to be unable to bear the weight of the punch, and one by one it broke. The broken hair strands cut the air and tore the roof apart.
A muffled groan came from the cocoon woven by black hair and fell along the collapsed roof.
When it fell, the hair strands flew up and criss-crossed, weaving into layers of spider webs in the air.
The fallen gravel and rubble were as brittle as paper and fell apart as soon as they touched the hair.
Obviously, those hairs are extremely sharp and can cut through stone and tiles like rotten soil, let alone flesh and blood.
Therefore, as long as the people behind him jump from the broken roof, they will definitely be cut into pieces by those hair strands.
"It's a bit interesting..."
On the roof, Ye Qing retracted his fist, looked at the hair that was as dense as a spider web, and smiled.
The man in front of me is in the late stage of Tongxuan, and his head of hair is more powerful than ordinary impermanent weapons. When it is strong, it can be indestructible. It can cut through gold and jade, break through decay, and even break the spirit. It is extremely powerful; when it is soft, it can be as tough as Pusi is hard to break with a sword and impervious to water and fire.
Of course, those hairs were very powerful, but with his body, they couldn't hurt him.
However, Ye Qing didn't want to go head-on and didn't intend to jump.
Therefore, Ye Qing raised his foot more than half an inch and stamped it down.
He shook his arms and hit the sky and fell down, and stamped his feet to shake the whole country.
"boom……"
With a roar, the house collapsed and fell.
The thin man inside the house screamed strangely, and Kankan escaped from the house before the roof crushed him.
"Friends, misunderstandings are all misunderstandings..."
After the thin man escaped from the house, his black hair spread out and turned into countless hands and feet. He used his hands and feet together, like a spider, and fled out of the village. He was very fast, and he was already ten feet away in the blink of an eye.
"Misunderstanding? When I kill you, I'll also tell you about the misunderstanding, okay?"
Ye Qing chuckled lightly and chased after the thin man with a little step.
The reason why he was so unrelenting was, on the one hand, because the other party wanted to kill him; on the other hand, it was because besides the thin man, he also felt several malicious intentions, so he did this to scare the monkeys.
After all, in a place like this, the only things that can make people awe and fear are fists and blood.
Just after taking a few steps, Ye Qing felt a stab of pain from the Yin God, like being cut by a knife.
Ye Qing raised his eyebrows, and his demonic thoughts spread. Wherever the thin man passed, he could see countless transparent and shadowless hair crisscrossing each other, densely packed like a spider web, spread out between the sky and the earth.
It was these hairs that cut him before.
These invisible, transparent and shadowless hairs have the ability to sever and damage other people's souls and spirits.
"Idiot, do you really think that I, Qianzhang Sanren, am afraid of you? Haha..."
When the thin man who was running away saw Ye Qing stop, he also stopped and turned to look at Ye Qing, with a hint of sarcasm and murderous intent on his face.
As he spoke, those invisible strands of hair criss-crossed like a big net, covering Ye Qing.
Those invisible and shadowless hairs are transformed by his Yinshen, and they are also his magical powers. They use the spirit as the thread and the Yinshen as the front to weave the great web of heaven and earth.
The person caught in the net is like a mosquito falling into a spider's web. There is no way to escape, no way to avoid it, and obediently becomes his prey.
This magical power of his also has a very poetic name: White Hair Three Thousand Feet.
The white hair is three thousand feet long, and the fate is as long as the head;
I don’t know where in the world there is sadness and desolation.
