"Human form, can talk and walk like a human, has hands and legs like a human. Can perform human skills, is covered in hair, invulnerable. Masked and faceless..."

Sikong Ye hissed: "Brother, what is this if it's not a goblin?"

Sikong Dou took out a strange hollow jade needle, twisted it with his fingers, and pierced it into the palm print. In an instant, a stream of dark blood flowed out.

It also has an inexplicable odor.

He said disgustedly: "You said you only recovered from being a stinky person for a few days? Now you stink again..."

Then he continued to take out all kinds of heavenly materials and earthly treasures that were absolutely legendary in this world, and poured them into Sikong Ye's mouth continuously.

Then pour out the poisonous blood.

Fortunately, Lao Tou'er's knowledge was incredibly profound, and his palm prints gradually became shallower and shallower, and finally he used a sharp knife to dig out the rotten flesh in the middle.

The blood that flowed out slowly turned red.

He breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, I can still be cured, otherwise I would have to find Fang Che again... I found him last time, but now the labor and management have been treated like an old donkey by him..."

"You make it sound as if someone is forcing you." Sikong Ye sneered: "Why don't you just become an apprentice to someone who wants to steal someone else's money?"

"Hmph..."

Sikong Dou asked while busy: "How did you encounter such a monster?"

"The people who assassinated Fang Che were from Wumianlou." Sikong Ye sighed.

"I don't know if my little brother is ready. This wave is really dangerous. Yang Luoyu and Dong Changfeng alone may not be able to protect him. Hurry up, make sure you are safe and I will go and take care of him."

The Night Emperor urged.

"What the hell... this thing actually exists in the world, why haven't I heard of it before..."

Sikong Dou murmured curses.

…

On the road.

Fang Che received news from the Night Emperor.

Suddenly he frowned and immediately started to contact Sun Wutian: "Master, this time we are really here."

Sun Wutian was overjoyed: "Wumianlou is here?"

"Here he is." Fang Che said: "Not only is he here, but he is also a super master. Now he is..."

Fang Che passed on the news about Wumianlou in detail and said: "Master, you can... rush ahead of us and dress up like me... That's it."

Sun Wutian was shocked: "Great!"

It’s been a long time coming!

The old devil rushed forward without looking back.

Leave Fang Che and others far behind.

Can't wait!

Fang Che naturally continued to move forward as if nothing had happened.

There is no pretense of cooperating with Sun Wutian: If Sun Wutian really encounters an encounter and the other party takes action, what does that have to do with me?

Someone is pretending to be me? How do I know?

Guess if you like.

In addition, if the other party sees through the disguise and waits for him, Sun Wutian will take action anyway...

Nothing matters.

No matter how it develops, everything is the best arrangement of fate.

Nothing happened to Yang Luoyu and the two of them. They protected Fang Che and actually returned to Donghuzhou smoothly.

The invisible Emperor of the Night who came to meet him on the way saw this situation, his eyes almost popped out, and he felt bad all over.

Nothing happened?

What about the assassin?

What about the faceless building?

After Fang Che and others entered Donghuzhou, they suddenly felt the ground shaking, as if gods were fighting in a distant place.

The earth was trembling slightly and roaring.

And this roar... actually lasted for five consecutive days before it ended!

The entire continent was shocked!

…

In a mountain forest not far away.

Sun Wutian shouted loudly, and jumped up with blood dripping from his body. His Heavenly Hatred Sword emitted light that illuminated the world, and knocked the two masked men in black in front of him to the ground with one strike!

Beside them were seventeen or eighty bloody corpses.

They were all dressed in black and masked, and some were covered in hair.

The two men in black who had just been knocked to the ground by him had their chests rising and falling slightly and were covered in hair.

Sun Wutian gasped, looked in front of him with ferocious eyes, laughed strangely, and spit out two mouthfuls of blood.

"Ugh, vomit, vomit..."

He retched several times.

With a twisted face, he took two pills and drank two bottles of spiritual liquid.

"Damn it, kill me? Kill my descendants? It's your grandma's fault! Ugh..."

Sun Wutian muttered a few curse words, and then started to retching again.

He pretended to be Fang Che and was actually assassinated by the opponent. He came up and pretended to be injured and tried to escape. Then he guided the seven people who attacked into the mountain and started to fight back.

But he always retains the strength not to kill the opponent.

It just put the opponent at an absolute disadvantage and forced the opponent to ask for help. Then the reinforcements came, and they were all masters.

Sun Wutian immediately exploded, and the Hentian Sword was deployed with all its strength, and the battle lasted the whole afternoon.

Of the twenty-five people, he killed eighteen, beat them to a deep coma, and knocked five of them unconscious. The last two were knocked to the ground by him with his Heaven-Hateful Saber Intent!

Seven were captured alive!

Four of them are hairy ones!

The performance was brilliant to the extreme.

But Sun Wutian also paid a huge price, his whole body was almost chopped to pieces, because he was obsessed with capturing the opponent alive, which is absolutely different from directly chopping up melons and vegetables!

Moreover, these killers of Wumianlou are definitely not mediocre.

Among the eighteen people Sun Wutian killed, twelve were indeed not high in cultivation, around the level of the Holy Emperor, but the others were all Saint-level masters!

And two of them are even among the top ten in the cloud weapon spectrum!

What puzzled Sun Wutian the most was that these people were clearly not in the weapons spectrum, but their combat prowess was not inferior at all.

Then the question arises, how did these people reach such a high level of combat power without the understanding of divine power generated by the advancement of the cloud weapon spectrum?

After a battle, Sun Wutian showed all his strength, and he gritted his teeth and chewed off the bone.

The price he paid was that his whole body was in a mess, five or six ribs were broken, a section of his arm was broken, and three sections of his left leg were broken.

His head was struck more than a dozen times and was almost punctured.

Fortunately, there is an elixir.

But when their cultivation level reaches their level, the healing effect of elixirs is greatly reduced.

For example, the instant recovery elixir under the Holy Emperor can make a saint and holy king recover immediately; but the elixir at the level of the Holy Lord and Saint King cannot even have half of the recovery effect for the Holy Lord and Saint King.

After the cultivation level is too strong, the effect of heaven, material and earth treasures on the body will be infinitely reduced.

It is almost a natural treasure in itself. How can external medicine work? This is the truth.

Therefore, the higher the cultivation level of a person, the harder it is to recover after being injured.

A simple analogy is: if a piece of plastic cracks, it only needs to be simply smelted or replaced, but what if a piece of jade cracks?

However, although the injury was serious, Sun Wutian did not feel too uncomfortable.

What made Sun Wutian most uncomfortable was that he had been stung three times during this battle.

Stinky again.

And it's getting worse and worse.

For a while, Sun Wutian was completely bathed in a sea of ​​stench while fighting. He also breathed heavily several times uncontrollably.

Even the internal organs stink.
To be continued...