"Ghost-faced Baby" - the secret treasure of Changke Zong. It is a monster native to Huzhou. It looks like a black hawk, has a human face and a third eye on the top of its head. Its body can change, and it has intelligence above the normal level of humans. It is said that it was captured and trained by an old man three hundred years ago. , has the strength of a semi-transformed form, and can also speak human language.
If Changke Zong wants to know the news about other sects, he doesn't need to send many undercover agents. As long as the ghost-faced baby goes around for a while, he can get any information.
There was a roar somewhere in the forest outside Qingshan Mountain, and forty or fifty masked men were blown away. This three-sided sky stone hammer was weird. Every time the tiger swung it out, it would make a huge sound. And this group of masked men seemed not to be afraid of death. They stepped on the corpses of their companions and continued to rush towards the two of them. Their strength was quite good. According to the standards of Qingshan Mountain, they were considered to be within the Northern Faction.
However, in front of the shapeshifter, it was too inexperienced. In the state of the tiger's heavy realm, a dozen people would die with just one swing of the hammer.
"It's amazing." Mu Ziyun killed the masked man and said to Hu Zi: "These guys are well-trained and very powerful, but they still don't want to die. Chang Ke Zong can actually train his disciples like this!"
"I don't think they are disciples of the sect." Huzi replied, holding up the three-sided sky stone hammer: "The blood on them is too heavy. How can the disciples of the sect be like this? They should be powerful forces in the world, but they are just... Just hired by Chang Ke Zong."
The two men took out half a stick of incense to get rid of the group of masked men, leaving one alive. Huzi pressed the man to his knees on the ground with his hands.
"Mu Ziyun grabbed the man's veil. He was a man in his thirties, with a beard under his nose. His expression was very calm, and his eyes were still cold or dull.
Mu Ziyun stared at him calmly, thinking for a while and not knowing what to say. This kind of person would not be able to say anything even if he killed him. He sighed helplessly, and Mu Ziyun opened his mouth and asked: "Where is this person from?" "
The man snorted disdainfully. Mu Ziyun leaned against a tree next to him and said in a casual tone: "Look at you, so many people died in the blink of an eye. Think about the guy who sent you here." , I don’t really care about your lives.”
The man's expression was even more disdainful, and he snorted coldly and said, "Young boy, stop playing tricks. Grandpa doesn't have time to chat with you."
"Then you want to die."
"Don't want to die"
"Oh? Haha, why is that."
"Because I have to kill you. If I don't kill you, how can I die?"
"Then why are they dead?" Mu Ziyun pointed to the corpses of the masked men.
"Those who have not completed their tasks are useless. Death is normal." The man spoke without any emotion. Only when his eyes stared at Mu Ziyun did he show the desire to kill.
"What about you, you're not a waste?"
"I'm not dead yet. Who can be sure that I can't kill you?"
"Interesting, admired." Mu Ziyun turned into a flaming claw and broke the man's neck with one claw. After doing it, Mu Ziyun shuddered, took a deep breath, turned to Hu Zi and said, "I guess they are We are here to 'explore the road'. Their master wants to see how good we are. It's a pity that these warriors, with such good skills, have been trained to become walking zombies."
The neighing sound in the air gradually faded away, and the ghost-faced baby did not fly to Qingshan Peak, but probably to Changke Zong.
Mu Ziyun and Huzi ran day and night to the Dawan Gorge, where the battle between Changke Zong and Qingshanfeng Mountain happened. The two sects fought for three days, but the battle situation was still balanced. Changke Zong and Qingshanfeng Mountain were in conflict in all aspects. It is very similar. Three hundred years ago, the two twin brothers each took charge of a sect. Many things tended to be assimilated. It is difficult to imagine that these two related sects would kill each other.
"Ah" Hidden under a waterfall in the forest, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old Qingfeng Mountain Dharma disciple died painfully. His death was very ugly, with not a single piece of skin on his body and scratches everywhere. Next to him, there were more than a dozen corpses of the same appearance, all disciples of Qingshan Peak. They were still alive and kicking a moment ago, but they encountered a mist. The mist made them itchy as soon as it touched their skin. Tolerate.
Step over the corpse and walk a few hundred steps deeper, and you will see a hill. What is extraordinary is that this hill is made of corpses. The arms, legs, and heads are piled up one by one. The smell of blood fills the entire mountain. All the wild animals are frightened.
A middle-aged man with a medium build stood in front of the hill, and in front of him stood seven or eight young disciples. Those disciples were stiff and unable to move. A little girl was crying in fear, her face was horribly white, and she looked in despair. Looking at the middle-aged man.
The man snapped his fingers, and all the disciples left the ground and hung in the air. The man moved his fingers casually, and one disciple was divided into several pieces. His organs and blood spilled down, and the frightened little girl fainted. .
This man was Mo Chaozhen, who was born with anger. He was very vicious. He did not go to the main battlefield, but hid in the dark, attacking and killing Qingshanfeng disciples. Qingshanfeng thought that Mo Chaozhen did not come, so he let Hao It's hard to do another task. In the past few days, countless Qingshan Mountain disciples have disappeared and died tragically at the hands of Mo Chaozhen.
"Oh, fainted?" Mo Chaozhen laughed and said, "This is not good. How can we not feel the taste of death." With a move of her fingers, the little girl's right arm was broken, and she woke up with a cry of pain.
"Please, please," the little girl from Qingshan Mountain cried with tears streaming down her face: "Kill me, stop torturing me, please."
"No, no, no," Mo Chaozhen laughed and said, "I've caught you guys today, so I have to have a good time. Please beg me, beg me loudly, and beg me nicely, so I can come up with more tricks." Come on, hahaha”
"Please, oooh"
"Ah!" Another disciple suffered a vicious attack. His upper body and lower body were folded together, and then his hands and feet were folded in the opposite direction. The pain could no longer be described in words.
Mo Chaozhen looked at the little girl with the broken arm again, took a few steps closer and said, "It's your turn. How do you want it to be broken? Well, let's see."
The little girl's body was shaking all the time, she was mumbling and she didn't know how to speak anymore. Then she saw Mo Chaozhen move his fingers, and suddenly felt a heat on her waist, her legs were still twisting, and the little girl fainted again.
When he opened his eyes, he realized that he was lying in the arms of a man. The man's head was on fire, and his two burnt-yellow eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Mo Chaozhen never expected to see Mu Ziyun here. The first thought in his mind was not to kill him, but to escape, even though his strength was not much worse than Mu Ziyun.
The bloody smell of the hill can bring the greatest irritation to the nose and brain. Mu Ziyun and Hu Zi gritted their teeth until their teeth were broken. Hu Zi held the three-sided sky stone hammer loudly and pointed it at Mo Chaozhen and became furious. Said: "If I don't kill you today, I will kill myself."
The disciples who were hanging in the air all fell down. Mu Ziyun looked at the girl in his arms and said, "I am Mu Ziyun from Qingshan Mountain. It's okay, it's okay."
The little girl's eyes were still filled with despair. Slowly the ice and snow melted, and the dark world had a glimmer of light. She didn't even have time to cry, so she lost her strength and closed her eyes.
Mu Ziyun groaned and touched the little girl's neck. He listened to her heartbeat again. It was gone. It was gone. She was still dead. Could it be that she had been relying on her breath to hold on? Could it be that she knew she was fine, so she slept peacefully? Gone, gone in the blink of an eye.
The still warm body slipped out of Mu Ziyun's arm. Mu Ziyun stood there in a daze. Suddenly, a stream of blood flowed from his nose and flowed into his mouth. He trembled suddenly and shook his head. He was so ferocious that his brain was hollowed out, and all that was left was anger.
Mu Ziyun stared at Mo Chaozhen with his burnt yellow eyes and said word for word: "I want to kill you with my own hands!"
