Chapter 462 The Seventh Time

Creak.

Fang Zheng pushed the door open.

The incessant knocking stopped.

Then, a woman, who had been hungry for hundreds of years, pounced on Fang Zheng like a hungry ghost, her mouth dripping wet.

Fang Zheng was indifferent to thirsty women.

Poof.

Clean hands rose and fell, and red flames flashed across the blade.

The woman was split in two and exploded.

Ordinary spirit energy from a person begging for his children + 1.

Fang Zheng was still a little confused and didn't understand what was going on until he killed the thirsty woman.

The script in front of me is not right.

Shouldn't I say hello to him first, then go into the temple and burn incense to beg for a son, and then cut a wave of leeks by him?

But now it's time to start.

He was surprised and caught off guard.

Was this something new that he didn't know about?

Fang Zheng opened the door of the taoist temple suspiciously. After a while, the person who begged for his children did not appear. But just as he closed the door of the taoist temple and turned around, the familiar voice, the familiar rhythm, rang again.

"Chief, are you resting, chief?"

"Today, the little girl wants to come to the temple to pray for the fragrance of her son."

Fang Zheng slammed the door open and was about to be stabbed in the head. The person outside was still the same person who begged her children late at night, but this time she looked pitifully at Fang Zheng.

"Tao, taoist leader, what do you want to do?"

Fang Zheng put away the long knife in his hand and smiled innocently, "The moon is dark and the wind is high. It's fireproof and anti-theft. It's late at night."

"By the way, what did you say you came to this taoist temple for?"

Woman: ..."

She said softly and pitifully, "The little girl wants to go up and beg for the fragrance of her son."

Fang Zheng put her in the taoist temple again. He wanted to see what the hell this woman was up to.

Strangely enough, every time this woman was killed by Fang Zheng, it was as if her memory had been reset. Every time she came, she did not recognize Fang Zheng.

The next scene was exactly the same as the first one. The woman was quiet all the way, focused on praying for a child, and began to make a noise.

Fang Zheng didn't even think about it and decided to give the woman a knife.

As a result, this time, he failed to cut off the woman's head with a single stab, and in the end, there was a bit of flesh attached to her neck.

Fang Zheng killed the woman with a second stab.

This time, Fang Zheng's face became a little solemn.

This woman is getting stronger and stronger.

If he had only killed twice, he would have been able to withstand a single stab. If he had done it a few more times and not ten more times, wouldn't he have been unable to kill this woman?

Just as Fang Zheng was thinking, there was another knock on the door outside the taoist temple.

The knock on the door didn't stop, but it kept knocking on the door again and again.

Fang Zheng looked a little uncertain.

In order to test his guess again, Fang Zheng put the woman into the taoist temple this time. This time, the woman was normal and did not jump on him immediately.

Lead the way, enter the ancestral hall, and offer incense... With a knife in his hand and a plop in his throat.

Ka, the knife was stuck in the woman's neck.

This time it was only half the depth.

"Sure enough... The more you kill, the stronger you get?" Fang Zheng pondered.

The woman lying on the ground in a pool of blood, writhing in pain, roaring!

With saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth, she wanted to pounce on Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng did not look at the woman on the ground. He held the handle of the knife and, poof, the sharp point of the knife went through his chest and nailed the woman to the ground.

The murderous aura on the Ghost head knife was like two millstones, constantly grinding the spirit body of the ghost, trying to crush the ghost. The woman on the ground was in pain, reaching out her hands to try to pull out the Ghost head knife that was nailed to her, but it had no effect.

The murderous atmosphere in the Ghost head knife hurt her hands and chest, causing smoke to rise.

Those are all yin qi from ghosts.

Fang Zheng's eyes were cold and unmoved as he watched the woman struggle painfully on the ground, her hair disheveled, her clothes shabby, and her large, snow-white skin shining.

"Tell me, what is the purpose of your visit?"

"Don't you say it? Then go to hell!"

A cold light flashed across Fang Zheng's face. He held the handle of the knife and his hot breath poured into the woman's body on the ground.

His body burned and vanished.

...

Boom!

An explosion.

Fang Zheng struck like lightning, clang!

A seemingly delicate woman's body, but she leaned on her arms to block the sharp Ghost head knife, was violently thrown out by the blade. Fang Zheng's knife failed to split the other party's body.

The figure of the woman who was thrown out disappeared in midair.

When it reappeared, it was already on Fang Zheng's back.

Fang Zheng chopped it out, but it was empty. It was a whirlpool of qi!

The woman, who thought she had dodged Fang Zheng's attack, did not retreat and was pulled close by Fang Zheng.

Blood knife type three: broken bone tendon!

The blood knife was known for its quirky, cunning and unexpected angle. At the same time, it was equally powerful. In an instant, the treacherous and changeable Broadsword Techniques immediately overwhelmed women.

At the same time, illusion!

The treacherous Broadsword Techniques, coupled with the illusion, had no chance for a woman to react. Fang Zheng had already slashed the woman under her left armpit.

Poof!

An entire arm was cut off from the joint by a long knife.

Another sweep, poof! Poof!

The long white legs of the woman were cut off by Fang Zheng from her knees. Even the burning gas on the blade made a strange noise at the wound, emitting a large amount of smoke.

The woman who lost her leg was writhing on the ground in pain.

Fang Zheng didn't have any pity for her. She had to beat the snake seven inches to death. Poof!

The woman's remaining right arm was also cut off by Fang Zheng.

Poof!

The Ghost head knife stabbed the woman in and nailed her to the ground again.

The woman's painful voice suddenly stopped.

Her body was still writhing violently, trying to pull out the long knife, but she had lost both hands and feet, and all the struggle was in vain.

"The seventh time, it was so strong that even I had to kill it?"

"If it comes to the ninth time, wouldn't I have to run for my life?"

Fang Zheng was silent for a moment.

This time, he did not kill the woman who had come to the taoist temple in the middle of the night as usual. Instead, he began to examine the enemy with his true qi and find out if there was anything unusual about the woman.

This exploration really led Fang Zheng to find the root. There was a spot on her body where the yin power was particularly active, and she was being treated for serious injuries.

Fang Zheng's eyes froze.

He reached out and grabbed the jade pendant.

However, this jade pendant was as black as ink, and its internal yin qi was very strong.

"Ghost jade?"

"Or the underworld?"

When Fang Zheng took off the jade pendant and cut off the woman's head, he waited for half an hour this time. No one outside the taoist temple knocked on the door in the middle of the night.

Ding!

Click, bang!

The tip of the Ghost head knife's knife smashed the jade pendant into pieces.

Special spirit energy from jade pendant + 1.

Although for the time being, I can't figure out what the relationship between this woman and the jade pendant is, it is obvious that all the strange things in front of me are all the tricks of this underworld.

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