"Ahhhh..."
A scream of unimaginable pain instantly echoed across the mountain top.
In this terrifying and beast-like scream, everyone fell into a brief panic.
Shocked, puzzled, incredible!
They watched helplessly as the bloody Zhou Guan rolled back and forth in pain on the ground.
As if he was suffering physical pain beyond human limits, even his voice changed its tone, like a wild beast.
And there is no skin on his body!
He was skinned!
All that was left of his body was the flesh and blood that was constantly flowing.
Even the nerves are clearly exposed to the air.
Crazy, almost crazy.
Everyone present, including the group of evil cultivators, felt how crazy this scene was.
And not far away from them, Yan Luo was still standing there motionless, and he was also peeling his own skin!
He grasped his cheek tightly with his ten fingers, tearing off his skin with a rough and savage madness.
The muscles, bones and nerves under the skin are also shown, and even the eyeballs have lost the protection of their orbits, falling out of their orbits and hanging on the bridge of their noses.
Every time he peels off a layer of his own skin, Zhou Guan not far away will lose a layer of his own skin. But the difference is that although Yan Luo is peeling off his own skin, the damaged area is peeling off at an extremely fast speed. heal.
It was as if what he was peeling was not his own skin, but Zhou Guan's skin.
What method is this?
Qian Yulian and others felt shaky.
They have been practicing Taoism for many years and have killed countless people, but they have never seen such a terrifying scene.
Self harm?
Or self-harm in this extremely crazy way?
What kind of technique is this?
Who the hell is the evil cultivator?
"Senior brother, save me! Save me!!!"
Zhou Guan endured the hellish pain and cried out with his last breath of strength.
But the Taoist priest and the others were already confused.
How can we save this? A living person is skinned like this, and even a miracle doctor cannot save it.
Even killing this kid is useless.
Zhang Yuanyuan stared blankly at Yan Luo, who was standing with his back to her.
I was crazy for a while.
Yan Luo had already put her down before taking action.
And he only said one thing to her from beginning to end: "Close your eyes and don't look!"
Although she couldn't see Yan Luo's expression now, it was still not difficult for her to guess from the horrified expressions of everyone.
Yan Luo today must be as terrifying as hell.
"Let's take action together and kill this little bastard!" The Taoist Priest howled at the top of his lungs.
This method is too weird. To kill the enemy in a self-inflicted cruelty, the key is that your body does not have to bear the same damage?
In this way, the victim has no way to escape, because this kind of attack has no room for resistance and escape, just like the most vicious parasite in the world.
Being chosen means death!
Uh-huh!
Yan Luo suddenly stared at the Taoist priest, closed the five fingers of his right hand, and suddenly stabbed him under the chin.
With a puff, blood spurted out, and Yan Luo's right hand penetrated directly through his chin and into his mouth.
ah!
The Taoist priest howled miserably, and suddenly he felt like the world was spinning. As expected, his chin was pierced by a mysterious force.
Then he let out a last whine, fell to the ground and twitched a few times, then his eyes widened, he looked up at the sky, and he was completely motionless.
The whole place was dead silent.
Everyone was stunned. Is this a ghost from hell?
"I'm a little rusty. This is the first time I've used this move since I returned to the world. It's really overkill for killing you." Yan Luo said to himself, and the wound healed instantly.
"You are not a human being, what on earth are you?" Qian Yulian screamed.
She was really frightened.
In terms of the degree of evil in front of them, the person in front of them is still above them?
Yan Luo ignored them and kept peeling off his own skin.
The blood and skin all over his body were torn apart, exposing his bones, organs, and nerves. The blood mist was roaring, but he didn't even frown, as if he didn't feel any pain.
Of course Yan Luo felt pain.
Although the damage can be transferred, the desperate pain is actually conveyed to almost the surface. He needs to experience the pain repeatedly in the process of continuous healing and brokenness.
This is the killing technique he formed after spending ten thousand years in the underworld, combining all the tortures he experienced in the eighteen levels of hell, and infinitely magnifying the pain. Yan Luo also gave this killing technique a very appropriate name - -Skin peeling!
And the reason why he could remain indifferent was because his body had already been numbed by years of suffering. It was the result of countless tempers. For him, this pain could only be described as neither painful nor itchy.
The true power of the peeling technique has not yet been fully unleashed.
But his indifference does not mean that the victim can bear it.
And those poor souls caught by the skinning technique are often not tortured to death, but painfully alive.
A killing technique that can kill even gods is naturally unbearable for mere mortals.
Seeing Yan Luo harming himself again, Qian Yulian and others went crazy and roared angrily: "Stop him!"
A group of pilgrims immediately rushed towards Yan Luo one after another as if they were possessed.
And these Taoist priests also rushed towards Yan Luo with their teeth and claws open.
hehe!
Yan Luo sneered, and with a pop, he poked his eyeball with his finger, and it exploded forcefully.
"Ah!"
A Taoist priest was rolling on the ground in pain, but he held on to prevent himself from falling. He quickly stood up and ran towards Yan Luo.
At the same time, Yan Luo was also surrounded by a group of pilgrims, and the nearest one was less than two meters away from him.
Yan Luo could have warned, stopped, or controlled, but he just watched with cold eyes.
Because Tai Sui is a murderous god, mercy and kindness are a joke to him. It is impossible for a devil who has experienced tens of thousands of years of pain and suffering to have compassion overflowing from him.
How could he, who dared to kill even gods at will, care about the lives of mere mortals?
The so-called faith is just the most ridiculous and useless joke in the world. Real gods don't care about the life and death of mortals, just like humans don't care about the life and death of ants.
So next...
"Yuanyuan..."
"Ah?" Zhang Yuanyuan was suddenly startled.
"Close your eyes and cover your ears." Yan Luo's voice was as cold as a cold pool: "No matter what happens for a while, you must not open your eyes or open your ears..."
"Don't listen to me, don't look at me, otherwise... you will die!"
Zhang Yuanyuan was stunned, but Yan Luo didn't give her a chance to ask questions.
"Now, close your eyes!"
Close your eyes?
After Qian Yulian and others heard this, they exchanged looks almost instantly, then stopped at the same time, covered their ears and closed their eyes.
