In the middle of the night, Daoxiang Village.
The whole village fell into complete chaos, with screams one after another. Under the scarlet light, it was like purgatory on earth.
Lu Dazhuang rushed out of the room with his son in his arms. Then there was a roar behind him and the whole house collapsed. He looked back and let out a painful roar.
"Damn it, Lu Xiaomai!"
The sound of grief echoed under the night sky, and what he responded to was silence. Among the dilapidated rubble, there was only a small hand covered with dust.
Lu Dazhuang knelt on the ground, his face wet with tears. He grabbed the little hand and turned over the gravel desperately, "Lu Xiaomai, Xiaomai, can you hear me?!"
In the dilapidated ruins, no one answered his call.
His son suddenly cried miserably. Lu Dazhuang quickly looked up and saw an illusory shadow standing in front of him. It was a man with half of his head missing.
His figure is somewhere between illusion and reality. His hands have eyes as big as eggs, half of his head is missing, and he emits the shrill cry of a baby.
"Who the hell are you? Get out of my way!" Lu Dazhuang backed away repeatedly, holding his son in his arms, and asked painfully and angrily.
When he was half asleep and half awake, he suddenly broke into a cold sweat when he saw this thing hanging on the beam. He thought it was a nightmare.
Unexpectedly, the monster rushed over and brutally killed the child. He was so frightened that he quickly ran away with the child.
Thinking about it this way, Lu Xiaomai could have escaped from the room, but it was probably because of this ghost that he lost his life.
At this moment, the monster suddenly disappeared, and a strong wind came from behind. Lu Dazhuang looked back and saw it opening its bloody mouth and biting him.
Fear, besides fear, was fear. Lu Dazhuang originally thought that he would be angry and fight back crazily, but in front of that weird existence, only fear remained.
Seeing that he was about to die, a rich voice exploded in his ears, like spring thunder, "Kill!"
Lu Chen strode forward a few meters, pressed his hand against Weird's mouth, and allowed the opponent's fangs to grow, but they could not bite his skin.
The eyes of the strange palm moved rapidly, releasing fear. It tried to pull away, but Lu Chen grabbed his jaw.
"So, you are also afraid." Lu Chen squeezed the strange head with a flick of his wrist, grabbed its arms with both hands, and pulled it apart with a click.
"Are you... Lu Chen?" Lu Dazhuang saw the person clearly, and besides the excitement of meeting an acquaintance, his eyes were filled with shock.
He knew Lu Chen, a cheerful young man who had come to his house for dinner, but the scene just now made it hard for him to believe that this was the Lu Chen he knew.
"Uncle Da Zhuang, don't worry, someone will take you to escape." Lu Chen glanced at Xiao Chen behind him, then stepped forward again.
He asked Xiao Chen to find a place and set up a certain defense. The villagers he saved would be taken there.
Although this is only a drop in the bucket, it can save one person after another. If the strange shadow can be solved, at least it can leave hope for Daoxiang Village.
Lu Chen jumped up to the eaves and saw chaos everywhere, with blood and wailing sounds everywhere. The road ahead leading to the strange shadow was filled with a lot of weirdness.
The lowest level of strength is that of a mandrill. According to a rough estimate, the number may exceed thirty.
Lu Chen took a deep breath and clenched his fists, "It's not enough. My current strength is far from enough!"
[Source: Lu Chen]
[Martial Arts: Black Tiger Fist (9/9)]
[Source species: 3 points]
Just now he killed several weirdos one after another and added 1 point of source seed. Lu Shen pondered for a while, thinking silently in his heart, "Add more points!"
With this thought, the source seed changed to 2 points, and the Black Tiger Fist on the panel changed, and the font was distorted and blurred. When it became clear again, it turned into a brand new martial arts.
[Martial Arts: Powerful Tiger Demon Fist (0/13)]
Click, click, click... Lu Chen's bones all over his body were shaking, his control over his body reached a new level, and hot breath blew out from his nose, distorting the air.
There was only a roar, and he fell from the broken roof, making a hole in the ground. "The density of my body has become even greater, and the beams can no longer bear my weight."
As for the changes in martial arts, Lu Chen quickly understood the reason. The panel strengthened the Black Tiger Fist to the extreme and would use the source seeds to deduce higher-level martial arts.
And this powerful Tiger Demon Fist is obviously a higher level of martial arts than the Black Tiger Fist.
If you keep adding more points to strengthen it, how powerful will it be? Lu Chen felt his heart surge, but for him now, this was still too far away.
This martial art was created by imitating the fierce tigers in the mountains. It was far from a low-end martial arts skill like the Black Tiger Fist. His fist sank to his waist and he suddenly swung it forward.
There was only a booming sound, and the wall made of bricks and stones collapsed. The mandrill on the back was hit by the wind of the fist, and his bones were shattered in an instant, and he fell in a pool of blood.
Lu Chen tapped the ground with his toes, jumped seven or eight meters in an instant, and crushed his head to pieces with one kick, "The speed has been greatly increased, at least ten meters per second.
"In addition, the body is more agile and can adjust the posture at any time. The sense of smell has also been greatly improved. It can determine the enemy's location and number based on the smell."
He strode onto the street, only to see strange things happening in front of him, and the villagers wailing, making it look like a scene of hell on earth.
"It's not enough, keep adding more." Lu Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, flashing sharp light, and he added the remaining 2 points of source seed to the Tiger Demon Powerful Fist without hesitation.
[Source: Lu Chen]
[Martial Arts: Powerful Tiger Demon Fist (2/13)]
[Source species: 0 points]
The surging energy and blood surged like ocean waves, and his skin turned red, like red-hot wrought iron. Black tiger stripes traveled on his skin and spread to his neck.
Crash... Lu Chen stepped back and assumed a running posture. The moment the ground collapsed, he ran at an extremely fast speed, like lightning piercing the sky.
Thanks to the ability brought by the Tiger Demon Powerful Fist, he can walk on flat ground no matter it is an open street, an alleyway filled with debris, or even a crumbling courtyard wall.
Under the scarlet light, a three-meter-tall strange thing emerged from the ground. He looked like a giant weighing seven to eight hundred pounds, and his wet skin was covered with tumors.
On his head, which is as big as a wooden basin, there is a blue one-eye. He grabs the fleeing villagers, crushes them to death and throws them into his mouth.
Occasionally, I encountered strange things such as wandering mandrills and bloody corpses. They killed them all and threw them into their mouths, regardless of whether they were friends or foes. They were like starving ghosts from hell coming to the human world.
He stretched out his hand and struck out, destroying the roofs and walls. The flying wooden blocks and stones hit the villagers, seriously injuring many people. Some even had their heads smashed directly by the rocks.
Driven by it, the crowd fled in panic like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
Suddenly, it stopped and looked straight ahead. Sensing the extremely powerful prey, it licked its lips, its eyes filled with joy.
If he eats that person, he can advance to another level.
Seeing the figure running towards it, the Cyclops demolished a house, held the heavy beam in the palm of his hand, grinned with a cold grin, and dared to challenge it regardless of life or death.
With a bang, the flying pillars exploded in the air, setting off a gust of wind and whipping them in the face.
Seeing this wild blow, Lu Chen's expression did not change at all. He bent his knees, flew forward, and whipped the heavy pillars to pieces with a whip.
He stepped on the broken end, and his figure was like spring thunder, instantly dissipating on the spot. The wood under his feet exploded under the action of the fire, forming sparks all over the sky.
Against the background of the exploding firelight, a black-red lightning penetrated the cold wind and landed on the Cyclops' head, blowing out its eyes.
Immediately afterwards, the electric light broke a big hole in his head, and he ran forward without looking back.
Next, an extremely horrifying scene appeared in the strange and dense Daoxiang Village, where a figure was seen galloping like lightning.
A mandrill that wanted to eat people's hearts was struck by lightning and exploded into a pile of minced meat in an instant. Wherever the black and red lightning passed, weird things were scattered like fleshy foam, and the ground was smeared with layers of dazzling blood.
At this moment, the road is like a dump truck. Facing the weaker monsters, there is no need to take action at all. You can just rely on your extreme speed and powerful body to kill them.
Seeing Lu Chen acting recklessly, a more powerful Weird appeared to prevent him from going to the place where the shadow was.
It was a charred humanoid monster with a slender and powerful body. It stood on the roof in front, and its right hand was burning with green flames.
The flames covered the whole body, forming a line of green armor, and his eyes were as cold as snake eyes. Lu Chen looked directly at him and felt his mind rolling, with bursts of thunder.
"Drink!" Lu Chen shouted in a low voice, shaking his head to dispel the weird feeling, just like a tiger swooping down, pressing the monster's face with his palm like a cattail leaf fan.
With his strong physical strength, he pressed it to the ground and rubbed it, rushed out for more than ten meters, and bombarded the opponent with his fists one after another.
Accompanied by a sound, "Fire evil, explode!"
The man's body exploded instantly, and the pieces of meat were broken into pieces rolling on the ground. The number of source species on the panel changed, reaching 3 points.
It was at this time that Lu Chen looked ahead.
In mid-air, a twisted shadow stood, with scarlet light emanating from its body.
This is an open space in the center of the village, surrounded by a fence. It is often the place where activities are held in the village, and now it has become a place for ceremonies.
The scarlet light dyed his cheeks red. The closer he got, the louder and crazier the whispers in his ears became, and the negative emotions in his heart were infinitely amplified.
In the center of the square, there was a small vermilion coffin. On the red desk in front of it, there was a red wooden spiritual tablet with the birth date and the name Lu Xiaoya written on it.
In front of the blood-colored spiritual tablet, three incense sticks and two candles were lit on a clod made of soil. The wax oil flowed down the river, and the incense ashes fell on the table.
Kneeling next to the coffin was a woman wearing white clothes, looking at the coffin tenderly and humming a cheerful nursery rhyme.
She is about thirty years old, with shallow wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, wheat-colored skin, an oval face, and a pair of almond-shaped eyes with a hint of sadness.
Lu Chen stood not far away, looking at the woman with a confused expression. The figure gradually overlapped with the gentle and virtuous Mrs. Bai in his memory.
"Mr. Bai, why is this happening?" he said in a deep voice.
