Chapter 717: Weird Silent Hill

"catch him!"
The Martial Saint who returned ten thousand swords to the sect shouted.
The more than one hundred disciples of Wan Jian's return to Zong rushed towards Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan frowned slightly.
I didn't expect these people to come in so soon.
But he was not worried at all.
Thinking that there are too many people, you are afraid of you?
I thought you had Martial Saint I was afraid of you?
I may not be able to play with you in other places, but in Silent Hill, you are all younger brothers!
Thinking of this, Zhang Fan pulled a weird smile at the corner of his mouth, then quickly stretched out a pair of blood wings and flew forward.
The disciples of Wan Jian return to Zong, although the flying sword is faster than ordinary disciples flying with clouds, it is far not as fast as Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan slowed down because he was afraid that they could not keep up.
Wuxiangmen saw that Wanjian Guizong could not catch up with Zhang Fan, so they followed Zhang Fan.
But the disciples of these two sects couldn't catch up with Zhang Fan.
Only the two martial sages of these two major sects could barely keep up with Zhang Fan's speed.
But it was only able to keep up, and it was a little bit far from being able to catch up.
"Other sects, don't round up him together!"
Wu Sheng, who returned Wan Jian to the Sect, roared.
Wu Sheng spoke, how dare other sects violate.
More than four thousand people came together to round up Zhang Fan.
In addition, there are a total of seven martial sages, all rounding up Zhang Fan.
These martial sages are getting more and more angry.
These martial sages, they usually exist high above.
The mere Emperor Wu, two steps lower than them, something that they can twist to death with a single move of their fingers.
Today, their five martial sages, with more than 4,000 people rounded up, they couldn't even catch a single piece of that kid's hair, which is totally unreasonable!
In desperation, the five martial sages had to chase them while laying down some energy barriers.
To compress Zhang Fan's activity space.
Sure enough, Zhang Fan's range of activities was getting smaller and smaller, and eventually he was surrounded by five martial sages and more than four thousand people in a small forest.
"Boy, see where you go!"
Shouted a martial artist.
Zhang Fan smiled and raised his hands: "Well, I won't run away, I won't run away..."
The Martial Saint of Wuxiangmen, with his right palm erected on his chest, announced the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, benefactor, we do not intend to embarrass you. I just want to ask you a few words."
Zhang Fan took a few breaths and said, "Question? Okay, ask."
The Wu Sheng who had no phase door was about to speak, but suddenly heard a strange sound surrounded by the encirclement.
"Qua—quack—ah—uh—quack—"
This strange sound makes people feel very uncomfortable.
It's like a cry when someone is pinched.
A smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Fan's mouth.
coming!
Everyone turned their heads vigilantly and looked in the direction of the sound.
Outside the grove, a figure gradually appeared in the gray mist.
It's just that this figure doesn't walk like a normal walk, but walks like those low-level zombies whose legs have been broken.
Crooked and slanted, bumpy.
And as he walked, he made a "quack--ah--ah--" sound in his mouth.
Gradually, the person got closer, and everyone saw more and more clearly.
When he was only more than ten meters away from everyone, everyone finally saw clearly.
This is not a person at all, but a personal monster.
It was covered all over, and the skin all over it had been scorched.
Its head is even more weird.
On a human-shaped head, there are no eyes, nose and ears.
Only the mouth that seemed to have been torn open with a mouth, closed one by one, and made a "quack--ah--ah--", which made people listen to a very uncomfortable voice.
Seeing this weird monster, all those people felt their scalp numb.
This is simply a collection of ugly, disgusting, abnormal, bloody, distorted, desperate, stupid...all derogatory terms.
People in the fairy world have occasionally seen some genetic beasts, even the most disgusting monsters they have seen, that is, zombies.
But compared with this monster, zombies are simply angels.
The disciple of Wanjian Guizong who was closest to the monster met and called out, "Stop!"
But the monster didn't seem to hear him.
The left leg was broken 90 degrees forward from the calf;
The right foot came directly into a 180-degree reversal.
Bent over, arched back.
Continue to make that terrible cry and walk towards the disciple.
The disciple's expression slightly changed: "Stop!"
But the monster still didn't stop.
A disciple of Wanjian Guizong turned his head and asked Zhang Fan, "What the is this?"
Zhang Fan did not come back, but a weird smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, the Wanjian Guizong disciple closest to the monster saw that the distance between them was less than five meters, and he said angrily: "If you don't stand still, I'm going to shoot!"
But the monster still didn't mean to stop.
The disciple who returned to the sect of Wanjian couldn't bear it anymore.
The of the right hand were brought together, one finger forward suddenly, and he shouted: "Out of the sheath!"
Choking--
The sword body and scabbard made a crisp rubbing sound.
The sword was like a cyan shadow ~EbookFREE.me~ instantly out of its sheath and flew towards the monster.
哧—
The long sword penetrated precisely through the monster's head.
Then he flew back accurately to the disciple of the Wanjian Guizong, and then choked into the sheath.
When everyone saw a hole in the monster's head, they all admired the method of returning ten thousand swords.
However, at this moment, the scabbard on the disciple's back made a whistling sound.
Then his metal scabbard was eroded through by a thick blood-red mucus.
It turned out that the monster's blood was a kind of high-strength acid, which was brought back after being contaminated with the blade.
At this moment, I heard that Wanjian Guizong disciple let out a long scream.
"what--"
When everyone went to look again, they saw him constantly rolling on the ground and screaming.
The clothes on the back have long been corroded to pieces.
The skin on the back has also been corroded, and the bones inside are making a sizzling sound, and blood red bubbles are constantly blowing. Exudes a stench.
The blood-red viscous liquid fell on the ground, and the ground was corroded into a pit the size of a human head.
When everyone saw this, the disciples of other sects scattered around.
The disciples of Wan Jian's return to Zong gathered around, trying to rescue that disciple.
But at this moment, the monster's mouth made a creaking sound.
Its twisted arms, clutching its swollen belly, kept groaning in its throat.
"No, go back—"
Wu Sheng, who returned Wan Jian to Zong, quickly ordered.
However, it was too late.
After a grunting sound in the monster's throat, suddenly--
vomit----
Its mouth seemed to be torn apart by life, and a smelly viscous liquid sprayed out like the nozzle of a sprinkler.