Chapter 1666: Murder

I saw a white fur in the distance, and slowly came to the shelter.
The donkey is about the size of a normal scorpion. There is no miscellaneous hair on the body, and a bronze bell is attached to the neck. As its body sways, it makes a jingling sound.
On the back of the donkey, sitting on a similar creature, can not see what kind of race, only to see a man dressed in Tsing Yi.
The man sat on the back of the donkey, his legs crossed, one hand standing on his chest, the other holding a rosary in his hand, and the fingers were gently moving one by one.
If you look carefully at the rosary in his hand, you will find that it is not a real bead, but a little girl with a jade.
I don't know how many years of scouring and palm temperature immersion, those little hoes have been polished like jade, and it seems to be wrapped in a layer of porcelain.
However, in the eyelids of each little girl, you can see a sinister red light, and the red light slightly opposite, it will make people feel trembled, like to fly away from the body's eyelids.
The man shook his little girl while he muttered something in his mouth, but his eyes were closed. The serene appearance made it easy for him to think that he was sunbathing in the outing.
The donkey swayed toward the door of the shelter, and a pair of thieves stared at Hansen on the upper gate of the city. They were watching.
However, it is arrogant and arrogant, just looking at Hansen with the corner of his eye, it seems as if to say that in addition to the guy on the back, Laozi is the best in the world.
"Mom, finally there is a living out, and I will take people to destroy them." The sheep screamed at the man and the donkey.
"You want to die, I won't stop you, but don't bring others." Gu Qingcheng said coldly, but his eyes did not look at the sheep, but stared at the man on the donkey.
The sheep scared and narrowed his neck, realizing that the man might not be a good character.
Hansen was also watching the man sitting on the back of the white donkey, and at a glance he recognized that the man should be the ancient demon that Gu Qingcheng said.
Although Hansen has not seen the ancient demon himself, he has seen a shadow under the ancient demon in the ancient magic sanctuary in the ghost field. The shadow and the ancient demon have almost no difference in body shape. The only difference is the temperament. Only.
The shadow is like a Buddha, and this ancient demon himself looks ordinary like a common man. In addition to the string of gimmicks in his hand, he is like a devout believer.
If you don't know that the third shelter is a shadow, I am afraid that anyone will think that that is the famous ancient demon body.
Seeing that the white donkey was less than two hundred meters away from the shelter, the look of Gu’s city was cold, and the pure sword was smashed out, with a sword that seemed to be opened even the heavens and the earth to the ancient demon.
The white donkey is like not seeing the incomparable sword light. It still follows the original speed and rhythm, and slowly walks toward the gate of the shelter.
Until Jianguang was about to squat at the top of the ancient demon, his palm that stood on his chest was lifted slightly, and the four fingers were slightly gripped. Only the thumb was pushed out, and it was pressed above the sword light of Gucheng.
The moment when the thumb of the flesh and blood touched the sword light, the sword light slid down the thumb of the thumb, like a spring, flowing into the four-finger hole of his half-hand.
In an instant, the sword light was sucked in, and the ancient demon also opened the palm of his hand, leaving only a piece of ashes inside.
At this time, the ancient devil opened his eyes, his lips smacked in front of the palm of his hand, and the ash was turned into dust, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
The white donkey stopped at this time. The ancient demon looked at Hansen, who stood on the upper gate of the city gate. He smiled and said: "In the absence of Jingshan ancient demon, dare to ask if you are Tianjian Hansen?"
"I am Han Sen. I don't know what the ancient devil came to me. Is it like the strong people of all ethnic groups, and want to take my life?" Han Sen looked at the ancient demon.
For the ancient demon, Han Sen did not dare to have a slight contempt, a person who can design to kill God, although in the end he did not succeed, but such a person must not be underestimated.
Just look at the people under him, I know that this guy's fear, the Emperor, Ghost Nightshade, Xiangyin, Long Di, Ashura, almost no role.
As the master of these strong men, although he was finally defeated by Ashura, he was still able to retreat. He finally promoted to the demigod. He had to say that this man is a legend.
The ancient demon still smiles: "Below is not to be enemies with you, but to be trusted by friends, I hope to ask for personal feelings from you."
"That depends on who you are, what kind of person you ask for." Han Sen said faintly, in fact, he already has an answer.
"The Lord of the Gods is my friend, his little daughter, the goddess, is young and ignorant. I accidentally offended you. I hope that you can open the side of the net and let her live a path. I am grateful." The ancient devil said with a slight bow.
"If I don't want to open one side?" Hansen looked at the ancient demon.
The ancient demon still kept his head down and did not lift it up. He just sighed: "If you change your life for 3,456, you will save 3,456 lives. This is a great achievement, such as yours. These intelligent people must know how to choose."
Hearing the ancient devil said this sentence, Han Sen suddenly revealed a killing.
Three thousand four hundred and fifty-six, this is the total number of creatures in the shelter today, one more and one more.
"Iron wolf and bone demon are you killing?" Han Sen stared at the ancient devil and asked coldly.
"In order to give you the human condition, you have to, it is difficult for those who have life." The ancient devil's face of compassion.
"You killed me, is to give me a sentiment?" Han Sen looked at the ancient demon sneer.
The ancient devil explained faintly: "I don't kill them. How do you know that I can kill the 3,456 lives? Now you know that I can kill them, but they don't kill. This is not three thousand four hundred. Fifty-six people's feelings? With such a human condition, it is enough to change the goddess and life."
The people in the shelter suddenly became furious, and Hansen also sneered: "You have a good account, but unfortunately you have not calculated an account."
"I don't know which account is in the minority?" The ancient demon seemed to be puzzled.
"You have counted your own life." Han Sen's figure was moving, and in an instant he had reached the ancient demon, and the splitting knife in his hand snarled against his head.