Chapter 451

Chapter 451 The King of Hell takes his life silently

Illusion monk?

Listening to the conversation between the villains, the remaining villagers were completely unable to understand what they were talking about.

If there were really monks in the village, they would not have died to the point where only a few women were left.

Because his back was turned, he couldn't see the face of Yama clearly.

However, from the way he stood with his feet off the ground, floating in the air, and the terrifying aura that was different from ordinary people.

Even the gangsters who are full of crimes are inferior to him by countless levels.

It is certain that this identity will not be so simple!

"Does any of you know him?" A woman holding a sickle asked timidly.

"I don't know."

"No, I haven't seen it."

…

Everyone shook their heads.

I don't think I am qualified to meet such a person.

Compared to princes and nobles, monks were more unattainable to them.

After the gangster leader heard the conversation between them, he didn't take it seriously.

It can only be assumed that a certain illusion monk chose to practice seclusion here for some unknown reason.

However, something like this suddenly happened, forcing him to stand up and repay the kindness of the villagers for taking him in.

He could think of many similar reasons.

His identity is not important. No matter who he is, if he dares to be the enemy of the Evil Dragon Village, he must die!

He raised the silver-ringed sword in his hand, pointing its sharp edge directly at the King of Hell, and tightened the reins with his other hand to prevent the horse from losing control.

Then he said: "Don't be a mouse, stand up if you have the ability! Illusion can deceive you for a while, but it can't deceive you forever."

The King of Hell could not understand, let alone want to understand the meaning of the villain's expression.

Since he wants to be the first person, no problem, the King of Hell will be happy to make it happen.

The book of life and death opened automatically, looking for the name of the evil bandit leader.

"What on earth is this guy doing? Are you kidding me?" After getting no response for a long time, the villain's face became ugly and he seemed to have lost his patience.

"I'll count to three. If you don't show up again, don't blame me for being rude!" He shouted loudly.

"three!"

The book of life and death stopped turning pages.

The King of Hell raised his hand and drew a stroke of black ink on the word "Cao Liang" with the judge's pen.

The bandit leader named Cao Liang opened his mouth, frowning angrily, and was about to shout out the number "two" when his expression changed in shock.

"Well?!"

The ten fingers of both hands tightly grasped the throat, showing a ferocious expression.

The only thing that could come out of his mouth were vague and unintelligible sounds.

Then, he rolled his eyes upward, revealing a large area of ​​the whites of his eyes, and fell off the horse.

"Sixth Master?!"

Seeing this, the other villains quickly dismounted and helped Cao Liang up.

I called a few times, but there was no response.

"Gudu!" His Adam's apple twitched, he raised his hand tremblingly, and stretched it tremblingly under Cao Liang's nose.

After a second or two, it retracted like an electric shock.

He raised his head with a frightened expression and said, "The Sixth Master, he is dead, he is dead!"

"What! Dead? How did you die?"

"That shouldn't be the case. The Sixth Master was so strong and strong, how could he die suddenly and violently?"

"The Sixth Master has been spending a lot of time in brothels recently. Could it be that his yang energy has been drained out?"

…

There are different opinions on how Cao Liang died, but no one associates this matter with the King of Hell.

Mainly because the King of Hell did not directly attack Cao Liang from beginning to end.

In their opinion, killing people in the air can only be accomplished by those who are truly top level.

In their cognition, limited by their strength, they still believe that the King of Hell is just an illusion that only looks like a bluff, but is actually a paper tiger.

Although these villains are monks, they belong to the lowest level among monks. They are slightly stronger than ordinary people, can run faster, and live longer.

To put it mildly, he is called a monk; to put it worst, he has not even crossed the threshold.

"So, what are we going to do? Go back?"

"Before that, let's kill everyone first and not loot any more treasures. Even if the Sixth Master died himself, it's hard to guarantee that we won't be blamed."

"good!"

Now, with a sharp sword that never knows when it will fall, hanging high above their heads, how can they have the energy to spend the rest of their lives thinking about problems?

I just wanted to follow the plan and rob the house of the richest man in the village.

Bring back enough gold and silver treasures and use your merits to avoid being angered.

"Kill!" Remounting his horse, a scoundrel who originally belonged to Cao Liang took over the flag and raised his sword to give the order.

As everyone knows, on the King of Hell's side, each of their names has been clearly shown on the Book of Life and Death.

With one stroke, a man was killed and fell from his horse!

One after another, people died in strange and strange ways, and no one took action.

Panic, now, the villains were completely panicked.

"Who! Who is it!"

"Come out! What kind of man do you think you are if you hide and hide? If you have the ability, come out and fight me with a real sword..."

Before he could finish his words, the big knife fell from his hand and fell to the ground. He grabbed his neck with both hands and felt that he couldn't breathe.

Immediately, his body suddenly stiffened, he fell straight back and died.

Everything happened so fast, there was no reaction time, and we were not even sure who the enemy was.

"Escape! Everyone, run away quickly! This place is so strange!"

"Could it be that those who died turned into ghosts and came to seek revenge on us?"

"Grandpa Li Gui, please let me go, let me go. I just joined the Evil Dragon Village and haven't killed many people yet."

…

Some people chose to ride horses, whipping their horses hard and running fast.

Some people knelt on the ground and begged for forgiveness sincerely, hoping to save their lives.

However, the King of Hell only knew to obey Chen Mu's orders and had no mercy.

With a ruthless stroke, the man's life was harvested invisibly.

A bandit who escaped from the range of 100 meters and thought he had saved his life fell heavily from the galloping horse before he could be happy for a few seconds.

In a blink of an eye, dozens of bandits were wiped out.

The villagers who originally planned to end their lives looked at each other in confusion.

They couldn't understand why this happened.

It was too bizarre.

"Could it be that Tianming and the others really turned into evil spirits and came back to take revenge and protect us?"

"If people can really turn into evil spirits after death, who would dare to do evil and harm people?"

"Could it be true that, as those people just said, there is a powerful cultivator in the village? A hermit immortal?"

"Who?"

No one knows anything. There are dozens of families who are rarely seen on weekdays. I really can't think of who meets the identity and strength.

I feel that no one looks like him, but everyone looks like him.

I thought hard for a long time, but I couldn't figure it out.

The King of Hell ignored them and turned the book of life and death in his hand again.

I found a few names crossed out with black ink.

I wrote down, and after crossing them out, the black ink was covered by red ink.

After doing everything, I closed the book of life and death and entered the portal that opened again in front of me.

In front of everyone, as the portal closed, I disappeared without a trace.

"By the way, who is he?"

"I don't know. I'm more curious about why he keeps writing and drawing on that book."

"I just saw my husband's name on it."

"Why is your husband's name on that book? You must have seen it wrong."

As soon as the voice fell, the bodies of the villagers who were supposed to be dead in a pool of blood not far away sat up one by one!

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