A thick fishy smell assaulted his nostrils, and there were still several deep cuts and cuts on the dark, dry blood clots all over the floor.
The cold wind howled and the strange fog loomed.
The pots and pans in the kitchen all exude a strong rancid smell...
Chen Heng looked around and saw several floor-length turbid yellow curtains dividing the cramped kitchen into separate areas.
The sound of him breaking into the door caused several people behind the curtain to tremble, and they shrank their heads and looked over. One of them was Yu Wansi, who had lost both arms.
"Junior brother?"
When Yu Wansi saw his features, she almost cried with joy, and her voice suddenly became sharp:
"It's done! It's done! You are indeed done! Are those ghosts dead?"
"Senior sister, I have been waiting for a long time, and now I have nothing to do."
Chen Heng wiped his hands, and then broke the ropes on her body through the air, and then followed the same pattern, untying the ropes on several monks in the sect.
These people were originally reserved as "martial arts" at the wedding banquet, that is, they were specially used for Miss Yue to eat them alive to get a taste of fresh flesh and blood.
That's why I was fed until now, and my life has been saved for the time being.
Now he finally escaped with his life. With mixed feelings, apart from bowing to thank Chen Heng, he could only cover his face with his sleeves and cry at each other.
All of a sudden.
The howling shook the sky, and the mournful sound lasted for a long time. Chinese website
Yu Wanxi couldn't help herself when she recalled the past, but after shedding a few tears, she suppressed the grief in her heart and calmed down.
At this moment, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark shadow squirming and struggling in the curtain on the far left.
Thinking of the identity of the dark shadow and the grudge between him and Chen Hengping.
And after the "Floating Jade Mirage Bead" on Chen Heng's hand that originally belonged to Yan Jia...
Yu Wansi suddenly understood, and there was a hint of understanding in her eyes.
She persuaded her companions who had no idea what was going on and were still crying in each other's arms to go out. She also remained silent and withdrew with a calm face.
There was a "pop" sound.
The oil lamp on the stove in the corner burst into flames!
In this deep silence, it seemed particularly harsh, and there was a different kind of frightening...
"Are you here to kill me after all? The thing I regret most in my life is that when I saw you for the first time three years ago, I suppressed my murderous intention..."
Inside the curtain on the far left.
The black shadow coughed twice, smiled miserably and said:
"Those things of yours should be mine! You robbed me of everything, Chen Heng, you are a thief! You deserve death!"
"It turns out that there are still people vying for it and wanting to be seen in person?"
Chen Heng raised his eyes lightly, walked over and said:
"Yan Ping, the world is so big, how surprising it is."
Look down.
Inside the curtain, there was only a "human stick" that was struggling and squirming. His limbs were all severed, and the wounds were so miserable that it was shocking.
Yan Ping raised his head, stared at Chen Heng, and said with an angry smile:
"Don't you still feel humiliated? How lucky you are to be Zhen'er's face and to be able to live with her day and night! These should all be mine! You stole my things, but you still dare to talk so shamelessly here?
You deserve to die! Damn it! Damn it! ! ! "
That face that was originally handsome now looked more ferocious, like an evil ghost.
Chen Heng came here with the intention of taking his life and eradicating the roots. Naturally, he was too lazy to talk to him. He raised his hand, and a layer of white light appeared between his palms.
"Wait, before you kill me, I have one more thing to say!"
When Yan Ping saw this, he quickly shouted: "Listen to what I have to say, it's not too late for you to kill me!"
"I just thought of begging for mercy now, I'm afraid it's too late. To this day, do you still want to bring out Yan Feichen to suppress me?"
Chen Heng smiled.
"Uncle of the Fourteenth Clan, Yan Feichen..."
Yan Ping said coldly: "Didn't he tell you when he made peace with you?"
Chen Heng didn't say anything, his face was calm.
Yan Ping shook his head mockingly:
"It seems that there is no more? How funny! Let me tell you! The pill that your widowed mother took back then was changed. It was Yan Feichen who asked me to change it halfway. Do you understand!
The elixir Zhen'er asked for for you is truly capable of replenishing the essence! Is it possible to extend the life of a mortal old woman like your widowed mother?
She really treats you! It was me, Yan Feichen and I who killed your widowed mother, do you understand? ! "
It comes down to it.
The deepest knot between the predecessor and Yan Zhen was the death of the predecessor's widowed mother because of taking elixirs.
All the discord between the two people cannot deviate from this.
"Think about how Zhen'er treats you. She loves you so much that she loves you so much! If she really just wants your skin, how can you still keep Yuan Yang till now?
Even if it is due to her practicing Xuan Gong, do you dare to say that there is no trace of her sincerity in it? "
Yan Ping laughed wildly, like a madman:
"Did Zhen'er tell you more than once? She said she didn't give you the poison elixir, she gave you the real elixir! The elixir was secretly changed, but that's not right!"
Chen Heng glanced at him, thought for a moment, nodded slightly, and said:
"indeed so."
"Hahahaha! That's it, that's it! It's just that you never believed her. You just thought that Zhen'er was teasing you on purpose and trying to touch your vagina! Are you still quarreling over this?"
Yan Ping's eyes were red, and he almost cried with laughter, and said:
"But now that this person has passed away and everything is too late, what will you do?"
The corners of his mouth grew wider and wider, and his smile became extremely comfortable and joyful. He stared at Chen Heng's face, hoping to see a hint of movement or trance from it.
Ke smiled and smiled.
Yan Ping's voice gradually became deeper.
Until the end there was no more sound...
After a long while, he spoke in a trembling voice:
"Why did you-"
"What will happen to me? Yan Ping, do you think I am a three-year-old child?"
Chen Heng shook his head, sighed slightly, and said:
"You think that such words can make me regret it, leave a gap in Tao's heart, and delay my meritorious deeds.
When the inner demon comes in the future, this empty space will become my death, right? "
When Yan Ping was told what was on his mind, his face suddenly stiffened, and he became angry and said, "You——"
"Death is like a lamp going out. In my eyes, whether that pill is real or fake is not as worrying as you think. As for Yan Zhen, let alone death...
Even if she is resurrected, what will happen? "
Chen Heng interrupted him, lowered his eyes and stared at Yan Ping's red and white complexion at the moment, and said in a calm voice:
"As long as she blocks my way, I will kill her myself without Xu Yan having to do anything for her!
Are you satisfied with this answer? "
Although these words were calm, they were as calm as a flat lake.
But there is an unbridled murderous intention inside!
It's as if he wants to smash everything in front of him!
A deep chill suddenly arose in Yan Ping's heart, and then shame, anger, unwillingness, horror and sadness all came up! The reason why he has been lingering in the human pen and has not ended his own life is that he is sure that Chen Heng will never let him go easily, so that he can say these words to him.
Now all his plans have come to nothing, making him feel like he is living like a joke!
After roaring loudly, he rushed towards Chen Heng like crazy!
Chen Heng shook his head and flicked his hand, and immediately the fetal breath turned into a white light and flew out. Yan Ping, who wanted to die, was beaten until his head exploded and he died on the spot.
Looking at the headless body, it was just shaking on the ground.
After two blows, he lost his breath and stopped moving.
Even the body was swept up by the Yin Qi, becoming stiff and black, cracking like broken charcoal, and completely dead.
Chen Heng slowly withdrew his gaze and walked out of the door.
Far away.
Yu Wancang and several Taoists from the Xuanzhen Sect were standing in the corridor, their eyebrows lowered and silent, shivering due to the strong Yin Qi in the abyss.
Seeing that Chen Heng had finished his work, they all did not dare to neglect him and came forward to greet him one after another, bowing and bowing.
"It's just a little effort, you guys are too polite."
Chen Heng looked at the miserable conditions of these Taoists who either had their legs broken or had no hands. They all looked depressed. He sighed and said:
"The abyss of the earth is full of yin energy. I have prepared some yang pills, please take them."
"Junior brother Chen, Yan Ping's matter is fair and reasonable. He was angry with you because he was infatuated with Yan Zhen. Even if he died, he couldn't blame others, as well as all the Yan family members, who also sought their own death. "
The leader, Yu Wanci, was not in a hurry to speak up, but said solemnly:
"We must keep our mouth shut and will never leak it. If we violate this, we will be destroyed by heaven and earth, and our souls will be wiped out!"
After he finished speaking, all the Taoists from the Xuanzhen Sect were busy swearing and swearing, all of them holding their breath and concentrating.
Chen Heng smiled when he saw this, with a calm expression.
Whether this matter is kept secret or not does not actually have much impact on him. Needless to say, the dangers of Diyuan are quite normal. It is normal for a few people to die, and Yan Feichen can't do anything about it.
Even if he wanted to hold him accountable, he would have to endure it in his heart due to the interests of his family.
After all, the tiger skin from Huashen Mansion is there. Although it has not been covered with it, it is enough to make Yan Feichen worry about it.
"As for the yang elixir, this..."
Yu Wanxi pursed her lips, smiled bitterly after a long time, and said slowly:
"Junior Brother Chen, after discussion with a few others, we have just decided to abandon this dilapidated body and switch to the ghost path, but we no longer need any Yang-type pills."
Chen Heng was slightly surprised and said, "Have you guys thought about it?"
Yu Wansi said sadly: "With missing limbs and a decayed body, we are destined to have no further progress on the orthodox immortal path. Instead of being a useless person to save our lives in the future, we should take a risk and try our luck in the ghost path. Isn’t it possible that there will be a new world?”
In the practice of orthodox immortality, the physical body and limbs are known as "treasure rafts for crossing the world" and cannot be damaged easily, otherwise there will be no hope of attaining the path.
Especially under the realm of golden elixir, this is even more obvious.
Not to mention that the limbs are destroyed, even if the limbs are innately damaged, the vital "innate divine nature" will be lost, which makes it extremely difficult to cultivate the Tao.
No matter how hard you work, you can only get a third-grade golden elixir at most, and your soul will be hopeless for life.
If the severed hands and feet of Yu Wancang and others are still there and have not been corrupted and lost, it is impossible to say that they can be restored with precious medicine, the severed limbs can be reborn, and the "innate divine nature" can be slowly nurtured, and there is still a chance of enlightenment.
But their severed limbs were chewed alive by ghosts and turned into pools of blood long ago. How could they be restored?
At this time.
Yu Wanxi raised her head and took a deep look, and said, "Junior brother Chen, even if we turn to the ghost path, we are still following the path of spiritual cultivation. We will never forget each other in our previous lives!"
Chen Heng nodded and said with a warm smile:
"The turbid yin in the earth's abyss is indeed a blessed place for ghosts to practice. Now that you have made up your mind, I won't give you any more advice. I just wish you a smooth journey and eternal blessings."
Yu Wansi and others thanked each other, looked at each other, and then supported each other and walked into a house.
As soon as the door was closed, as several people began to use magic to transform, there was a strong wind and a rumble.
Within three feet of that house, cyclones were dancing wildly, shaking the eardrums, and the undercurrent was raging.
Chen Heng watched from the side with his hands behind his back.
After half a stick of incense, a muffled sound burst out, and everyone in Yu Wancang
Inside the retreat house, a few vague ghostly shadows slowly flew out into the air.
Judging from their brows and facial features, it was clear that they were Yu Wansi and others.
"Junior Brother Chen, I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. I am free from suffering today, and I will be rewarded in the future!"
Yu Wanxi's voice was vague, as if coming through layers of curtains:
"All of our Qiankun bags have been confiscated by the ghosts and are only hidden in this mansion. Junior brother, please take them and use them. It's up to us to show our concern!"
Say it.
She looked at the stiff body below with infinite nostalgia.
He covered his face with his hands, sighed, and instantly turned into a black smoke and rolled away.
The other people also left after paying their respects to Chen Heng.
"The ghostly path of the underworld..."
Chen Heng's eyes flashed slightly.
And this time.
Song Rupu also brought the nearly a thousand people in the crowd to the main hall. They were miserable and miserable. Looking around, everyone was covered in blood and flesh, which was unbearable to look at.
Chen Heng inquired about it, and found that except for a few six or seven cultivators who were still conscious, the rest were all stupid and stupid, which damaged their souls.
"Brother, there is no need to worry. The magic technique created by our senior is very simple. It is just a sixteen-character formula! As long as you recite it orally, you can generate the induction automatically."
Seeing that Chen Heng was speechless for a moment, Song Rupu quickly stepped forward and said with an apologetic smile:
"Let me leave these trivial matters to my younger brother, and don't bother my brother! Lou Fu has been summoned. He will be able to get here within five days. I have to trouble my brother to wait here."
"It's only five days. I can afford to wait. Please forgive me."
Chen Heng looked at the few monks who were still sane and said:
"If these senior brothers have somewhere else to go, they can just go there. If they want to stay here and wait for Loufu together, I won't do anything to save them."
Those people all bowed and saluted, and spoke their thanks repeatedly.
After scattering some small Bai Yang Pills for emergencies.
Chen Heng called Song Rupu aside and asked how ghosts like Ziying could control the evil ghosts in the market at the entrance of the village.
Now I got Song Rupu’s explanation.
After pondering for a moment, he gave him some instructions.
Chen Hengcai went into a secluded room to meditate and regulate his breathing.
About two hours later.
He was full of energy and full of energy.
At this time.
With a clear shout, he flew up from the ground and turned into a pure white light that flew across the sky in an instant.
