And not only that, perhaps the noise of him tripping the monster just now alarmed people, he heard the high-pitched voices of men and women, young and old, saying: "He's going to run away, he's going to run away!"
Then all the doors opened and the villagers ran towards Fan Zhiyi in strange shapes. Their bodies were wriggling and twitching like noodles, and the whole scene was out of control.
Relying on his superb experience in escape, Fan Zhiyi dodged left and right, and shuttled among these people like a fish without being caught.
Although it was embarrassing, at least his life was not in danger.
But the number of these things was too huge, and no matter how well Fan Zhiyi hid, he was still surrounded.
In a moment of desperation, he tiptoed onto the rooftop and wiped the sweat from his brow. However, these mutated villagers were not about to let him go and began to find ways to climb onto the rooftop.
The monster, in particular, had a strong ability to imitate. He leaped directly and landed steadily on the roof, then staggered towards Fan Zhiyi: "We must always be together!"
Fan Zhiyi's mouth twitched: "A forced melon will not bear fruit, have some self-respect." After chasing it for so long, Fan Zhiyi still couldn't look it in the eye.
The monster rushed forward in one step, and Fan Zhiyi had no way to avoid it, so he could only face it head-on.
He had been running so hard before because he was a little unsure of how to deal with this situation, but now he had adapted to it and was ready to solve the problem. Furthermore, he was now truly formidable, so this was no big deal for him.
Fan Zhiyi looked at the monster before him, which had been shattered into dust by his blow, and thought to himself, "I'm so handsome. It's a pity there's no audience." If only his trembling legs could be ignored, he would be even more handsome.
"Fellow Daoist, fellow Daoist!" Someone was calling him in the yard of the house below. Looking over, he could see that the other person was lying on the ground for no apparent reason, with his upper body wearing the attire of an immortal cultivator!
Could this be the monk trapped here?
Fan Zhiyi directly surrounded the yard with a barrier. When he turned over, a villager's hand almost grabbed him. Seeing him escape, he started to roar and scream angrily, with his facial features stretched to an incredible extent, and he didn't care even if he was bleeding.
"The Fusang God said, we want him, we want him, we want him..."
Fan Zhiyi fell to the ground and was about to help the monk up: "Have you seen others..." Fan Zhiyi's words got stuck in his throat, because he saw that this monk had no lower body from the waist down! Some of his internal organs were dragging on the ground. It was obvious that he had crawled all the way out from the innermost part of the room, and there was a trail of blood all the way.
No wonder she only showed half of her body to call him, because if it was an inch more, she would be exposed!
Not only that, Fan Zhiyi also saw the human bones behind him, with scraps of flesh hanging on them, scattered all over the place, and a pungent smell of blood rushed towards Fan Zhiyi.
A flash of thunder flashed across the sky, illuminating the blood-stained face and crazy, creepy expression of the approaching monk.
When Fan Zhiyi was so frightened that he couldn't recover, he grabbed Fan Zhiyi's hand and said, "The Fusang God said that if I eat you, I can leave here. I can leave! Hahahahaha!"
Crazy, all these things here are crazy.
Fan Zhiyi never thought he could break free. He used his free hand to strike the other cultivator's arm with spiritual power. The cultivator then let out a strange cry and his body was shattered by Fan Zhiyi's spiritual power. He could only stare at Fan Zhiyi with bloodshot eyes, "I want to get out..."
Fan Zhiyi was still in shock at this time. The scene he just saw had such a huge impact on him that he was unable to accept it. His stomach was churning and the rotten, foul smell of blood was driving him crazy.
Fan Zhiyi collapsed to the ground, almost dazed. The pain in his arm was still there. He stared blankly at the long bloody scratch on his hand caused by the monk's nails, and blood was still oozing out. Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but tremble. Everything that had just happened was real. If he died, he would really die.
Fan Zhiyi truly recognized that his current world was real for him, Bing Nandong, Cen Jun, Zhuang Yujing, He An and others, and that life in this world was only once.
Fan Zhiyi gritted his teeth and listened to the roars of the villagers outside who were blocked outside the barrier. He felt like he was in a zombie siege. He forced himself to stay calm. If he wanted to stay alive, he couldn't be afraid now and had to stand up.
Fan Zhiyi's legs were still a little weak. He really didn't know if he would have become one of those piles of bones if he hadn't had the cultivation given by the system.
Suddenly, Fan Zhiyi's keen sense of danger made him roll to the side. He looked up and saw that the simple barrier he had set up was broken. The group of villagers rushed in, and several figures landed on the roof, showing the same crazy smile, staring at Fan Zhiyi as if he were staring at his own food.
One of them jumped up, raised his two swords high, and chopped down at Fan Zhiyi without mercy. His body leaned back due to the force of falling and raising the swords, and formed a bend that ordinary people could not achieve.
Fan Zhiyi squatted on the ground. The days he had spent practicing on the snowy mountains with Cen Jun and Bing Nandong, as well as secretly studying magic, were not in vain. Although this cultivator was very fast, Fan Zhiyi calmed down and slowed down his breathing. Seeing that the opponent's movements were gradually slowing down in his eyes, Fan Zhiyi easily dodged to the side, cut off one of the opponent's hands, and snatched her sword.
The opponent's other sword was stuck in the ground due to the excessive force, and it was difficult to pull it out. The ground was cracked by the impact. If this blow landed on Fan Zhiyi, Fan Zhiyi felt that he would be killed.
It was indeed better to have weapons. He looked at the woman in front of him who turned and stared at him, and smiled strangely: "Fusang God, Fusang God, I am the strongest, I am the strongest in the world of immortal cultivation!"
Fan Zhiyi didn't listen to what each of them said. He waved his sword to force back all the approaching villagers, and then pointed his sword at the woman's eyebrows.
Fan Zhiyi thought they might be controlled by the Fusang God, and tried to awaken the woman's consciousness, but found that her body was made up of dense vines, without meridians or flesh.
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