Chapter 465

Plumes of dust fell from the roof, stirring up a large area of gray. The hall of the Ye family suddenly became gloomy. There seemed to be ghosts wandering between the Thousand Faced Devilman and Mengqi, crying and cursing. The chilly wind was blowing, making people stiff.

The Evil Ordeal in Mengqi's hand danced wildly. The chilly wind stopped and the gray wind dissipated.

Although he hadn't changed his clothes, the palm print on his back had recovered. If he hadn't run the Golden Bell Shield with all his strength, no one would have noticed it. At most, they would have thought that Tang Second Lang's muscles were strong and well-proportioned, so his strength was certainly not small. No wonder his bladesmanship was firm and fierce.

Wang Zai shouted solemnly, "How can an evil spirit be called a god in the world?"

It was as if there was an invisible Qi rising from the top of his head, filling up the entire area. This made him appear dignified and benevolent, solemn and strong, as if he represented the righteousness between heaven and earth, abiding by the law and destroying the disharmony!

His sword slashed out in an upright and upright manner, and a myriad of variations and techniques were all fused together. He used his might to suppress his opponent, and he used his righteousness to suppress his opponent!

Wherever the Right-guarding Sword pointed, the evil spirits fled, the invisible ghosts disappeared, and the gloomy clouds cleared. The originally dim hall of the Ye family suddenly brightened. The Thousand Faced Devilman seemed to be much closer to the crowd.

"It's indeed the supreme supreme skill of the Confucian Sect, the Noble Spirit …" Mengqi exclaimed. If he were to face Wang Zai's sword, he would probably have to use all his strength. The Nine Strategies Beyond the Swords didn't break the momentum, so he could only use the Outline of Heavenly Knife and all his genuine Qi to perform Peace Quietude Split or Mortal Dust Fall. With the help of the Immortal Pressing Art, his genuine Qi would always be at its peak, so he wasn't afraid of such consumption.

Of course, this was only Wang Zai's first move. It was probably not his trump card. If he were to fight with him, it would be impossible for him not to use the Exterior knife intent.

Mengqi didn't just stand by and watch. He followed Wang Zai and raised the Evil Ordeal. With the crackling thunder, he chopped down with the same simple and strong momentum!

At the same time, Tang Ren launched a pincer attack from the side. The Canglan Sword unfolded like water, surging toward the Thousand Faced Devilman. On the other side, Huang Zhiqing punched with his right fist. Along the way, wind and thunder surged. The table behind the Thousand Faced Devilman collapsed with a bang.

"Wind and Thunder Punch" was one of the supreme skills of the Exterior awarded by the royal family of the Great Jin.

Ever since Huang Zhiqing became an arrester, he had made great contributions and his strength had improved rapidly. When he opened his Nine Apertures and became a governor, he went to the Six Fan School in Luoyang to report on his work and met the chief of detectives and the Emperor. He was rewarded with the Fist of Wind and Thunder. He no longer lacked the ability to open the Hidden Latch of Life and Death and the intersection of the Inner and Outer Worlds.

After the Nine Acupores, "Wind and Thunder Fist" would be.. and he would be. and, and he up, would be of the wind and thunder. of the Qi. and.

Qi Zhengyan held the Dragon Stripe Golden Sword but didn't exert his full strength. He stayed at the back to help the four people in front.

With his strength of Four Apertures, even though he had displayed a shocking combat capability in Floral Moon Tower that day, no one had seen him. In Wang Zai and Tang Ren's minds, it was better for him not to fight, lest he be used by the Evil God of the Thousand Faced Devilman and become a hindrance.

The Thousand Faced Devilman's mid-brows split open. His green vertical eye became more demonic, as if it was dyed with a layer of light red. Green light burst out and turned into a sharp arrow, shooting toward Wang Zai.

His spiritual attack was not only continuous waves, but also highly condensed into an arrow. It was sharper and more terrible!

The green light of the arrow was vague and incorporeal. It quickly approached Wang Zai and was about to pass the Right-guarding Sword and hit him.

Just then, the spiritual arrow launched by the Thousand Faced Devilman slowed down, as if there was a great and righteous Qi around Wang Zai, blocking its advance.

Wang Zai bent his long sword and chopped at the green light. Under the vast and majestic pressure, all the unrighteous things were dispersed.

The green light scattered in the air.

"The Noble Spirit can even defend against spiritual attacks. It's really powerful and worthy of being a family treasure …" Mengqi didn't think too much about it, because the black gas around the Thousand Faced Devilman soared into the air and turned into a big hand, grabbing toward the Evil Ordeal.

Mengqi immersed himself in it and operated the Immortal Pressing Art. The flow and change of the black gas became semi-clear.

The Evil Ordeal was like a punishment from heaven, absorbing all the airflow and vitality around it. The electric light jumped and the green thunder appeared, fiercely chopping on the big hand of the black gas.

Crack!

The electric light shattered the black gas, and the long saber cut the big hand into two pieces along the weak point.

Just when Mengqi and Wang Zai were facing the Thousand Faced Devilman, his right fist blocked the Canglan Saber with the jumping silver electric light, and his left hand was burning with black flame. He attacked the Wind and Thunder Fist from a distance.

Boom!

The Wind and Thunder Fist exploded, and the black flame covered the ground. A beam between the two broke with a crack, and was immediately infected by the black flame, silently turning into ashes.

The fists finally collided, and the sound of explosions kept sounding. Huang Zhiqing directly stuck the internal force of the Thousand Faced Devilman with the Genuine Qi of Wind and Thunder, making it difficult for him to be distracted.

On the other side, the Canglan Saber cut open the electric light of his left fist and approached inch by inch.

Under the cooperation of the four masters, the Thousand Faced Devilman was in danger after one move, even with the Evil God!

Suddenly, the flesh under the armpits of the Thousand-faced Devilman's arms wriggled. Two thick, inhuman black arms stretched out with blood and exposed skin. They hit Huang Zhiqing and Tang Ren respectively.

These two arms were not only thick, but also long, as long as the long saber and three arms!

Huang Zhiqing and Tang Ren flew backward, spitting blood. Fortunately, they were protected by the Protective Upstanding Qi, so they were not seriously injured.

Four arms came together. Mengqi and Wang Zai had finished their moves, so they swung their weapons and leaped to the sides with the help of the force.

Although the Thousand Faced Devilman's strength was stronger than before, they were just warming up, so they were not too afraid.

"Haha, this is the power of the gods." The Thousand Faced Devilman laughed out loud, waving his two long and two short arms, two black and two white.

He had not broken through, but the power of the Evil God had been enhanced, which reflected in his body. In addition to the vertical eye, he had two more long arms.

Thump, thump, thump. A group of people rushed in from outside. They were the people of the Tang, Wan, and Ling families. The machetemen and spear user who besieged Mengqi were at the forefront. Even if they had been deceived by the Master to participate in the siege, they had done it. When the Huanhua Swords Sect asked for trouble, the Evil God would not help them, so they were eager to kill the Evil God to atone for their crimes.

"Since you are all here, let's die together." The Thousand Faced Devilman's face was twisted, full of killing and bloodthirsty pleasure.

His four arms grabbed the floating Purple Death in front of him, dragged it out of the blood, and slashed at the crowd.

The purple and red Sword Qi surged, and the roof felt its sharpness and directly split open. Bricks, tiles, and beams kept falling. The cuts were as smooth as a mirror!

"Oh no!" Tang Ren did not care about the consumption. He waved the Canglan Sword, and the black waves surged toward the Thousand Faced Devilman. The bricks on the ground were smashed and the void shook.

An Elder of the Wan family's pupils shrank, and he stabbed with the red spear in his hand. The spear shadows filled the sky, like blossoms of flames, burning forward quickly with the momentum of a prairie fire, burning the piles of corpses and burning the bricks on the ground.

The Elder of the Ling family held his saber horizontally, and with a roar, he chopped down. The whole roof collapsed, and the white clouds rolled and rolled, as if the sky was hanging upside down and pressing down. No one could withstand it.

With the Precious Weapons fighting, Mengqi's body movements were extremely fast. He flashed out of the Ye family's hall and happened to see the Cloud-turning Strike.

"The essence of 'momentum' different from the River-splitting Bladesmanship …" Mengqi stared at it.

Boom!

The entire house collapsed, and the surrounding walls collapsed. Flames soared into the sky, and waves of water washed over everything. All the bricks, tiles, and wooden beams were either burnt to ashes or crushed to pieces. The purplish-red sword qi struggled with all its might, piercing through layer after layer before finally disappearing without a trace.

Tang Ren retreated with weak steps. The people of the Wan family and the Ling family scattered to prevent the Devilman in front of them from escaping.

"Stupid! Immortals don't die!" The Thousand Faced Devilman suddenly leaped high into the air. His body disintegrated rapidly, and even his white bones turned into powder. A vague phantom gradually dissipated.

This made the people who participated in the battle feel cold. How could he be resurrected like this?

"Search for the nearby Incense Stove!" Huang Zhiqing shouted, and added in his heart, "And the Purple Death buried in the ruins."

…

In an ordinary yard in the city, Joy Devilman Madam An swayed back and forth, and Chen Xiang sat quietly beside her.

Suddenly, Chen Xiang's belly swelled, and she was about to be pregnant for ten months.

"Fortunately, there is a secret passage out of the city …" Seeing this, Madam An was relieved.

In the surrounding void, a finger as white as jade suddenly appeared and touched Chen Xiang's eyebrows. Sounds of celestial chanting rang out.

"Ajati Matriarch, the Void Hometown!"

Chen Xiang revealed a quiet and relieved smile. Her body withered along with her swollen belly, and blood flowed into the white finger.

This was completely beyond Madam An's expectation, and she couldn't believe her eyes.

"I didn't wait in vain for a few days. I finally killed him." A somewhat innocent and charming voice rang out. A girl in a white dress walked from behind Madam An to her. Her face was exquisite and indescribable, and her temperament was ethereal and strange.

"Gu Xiaosang …" Madam An's words seemed to be squeezed out through her teeth. Her body trembled slightly, and she wanted to fight or escape, but she didn't move as if she was possessed.

"It's me." Gu Xiaosang answered with a smile, "Originally, I just followed the Plain Girl Taoist to Huan Province, and didn't think about anything else. But when I passed by Yi City, I felt the undercurrent was turbulent, so I delayed for half a day to observe and found this guy full of Yin Qi and Evil Qi. It really took me no effort to find him."

She squatted down gracefully and touched Chen Xiang's body.

"What, what do you want to do?" Madam An was frightened and asked in a low voice.

Gu Xiaosang didn't raise her head, and didn't worry at all that Madam An would sneak up on her. She answered, "Doing what my child's father likes to do the most, searching for trophies."

"Child, child, you have a child?" As a woman, Madam An's focus was a little strange.

Gu Xiaosang raised her little face and said in a holy and serious manner, "Not yet, but sooner or later. The sooner you call the child 'father', the sooner he gets used to it."

She suddenly laughed. "I knew he had a Reincarnation Talisman. It's not in vain to keep looking for him."

She slowly stood up and looked at Madam An with a smile. "Do you know about the Reincarnation Talisman?"

"No, I don't." Madam An shook her head warily.

Gu Xiaosang smiled faintly. Her eyes were like deep pools, seemingly clear, but no one could see through them. "Then you can go. Go back and tell the Demon of Disillusionment that our Lampholder Oracle wants to cooperate with him on a matter. If he agrees, he can go to Peaceful Brocade Restaurant in Yedu to buy 500 grams of Eight-petal Bitter Orchid."

Madam An calmed down and asked, "Is the Thousand Faced Devil dead?"

"Of course. Interrupting the resurrection of the Evil God and the Nether Spirit will cause the Evil God to lose control and devour the Nether Spirit. I've tested it on the four failed Evil Cultivation Messengers of our Cult, and all of them were correct." Gu Xiaosang chuckled, and suddenly paused. She put her finger to her lips and whispered, "Oh no, they'll have an out-of-control Evil God there …"

She immediately felt relieved and smiled again. "Anyway, we have so many Precious Weapons …"

…

Flames were burning everywhere. Many Elders and Foreign Delegates split up to search for the Purple Death.

Mengqi was among them. Suddenly, he found that the crimson flames were dyed with a layer of dark green!