The suppression of the myriad worlds
48 Uncle Huai

White Shir

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In the gloomy inn, a rolling heatwave exploded, and everyone instantly felt their bodies burning.

The shopkeeper, who had just gotten up, felt his head explode again. Moreover, he could not be resurrected at all because under the washing of the terrifying Yang qi, his exploded head was directly corroded by the Yang qi and turned into ashes.

His body was also emitting a sizzling sound of corrosion. Soon, he turned into a pool of pitch-black blood. He could not be more dead.

"Ah! What a hot blood aura. It was a martial arts grandmaster!”

"Run!"

In the inn, there were two waiters who wanted to charge over. At this moment, their bodies were like candles, almost completely melted by the shocking Yang energy.

Even so, their bodies were weak from the heat. Their facial features had melted into a piece, and their dark eyeballs fell to the ground. They looked especially disgusting and scary.

However, how could they escape? Zhou Zhang waved his hand fiercely.

Chi! A purple crescent-moon-like energy beam slashed out and landed on them. Immediately, there were two more explosions. The black and stinky liquid flew everywhere, and the two little ghosts were completely destroyed.

Ding!

Killed a mid-level ghost. Obtained 1000 energy points.

Ding!

Killed two low-level ghosts. Obtained 600 energy points.

Immediately, the system's cold voice sounded in Zhou Zhang's mind.

Zhou Zhang's eyes lit up when he saw that he had earned 1600 energy points in an instant.

……

"What a strong Yang Qi. A martial artist came in?”

"Hahaha, after eating him, a martial artist's flesh and blood will be even more nourishing!”

At this time, the other ghosts around the ancient town had already sensed the martial artist's blazing blood qi. They could not help but stop what they were doing and look in the direction of the inn with a strange smile.

However, not only did these ghosts not rush over, but they were also retreating, far away from the inn.

Rustle rustle rustle...

All the locust trees in the ancient town were shaking and making rustling sounds. Immediately after, all the locust trees began to shrink in size. They were twenty feet tall, ten feet tall, and three feet tall. Finally, they turned into blood-red, sharp roots that burrowed into the ground and disappeared.

While these locust trees were shrinking, in the center of the ancient town, there was a black locust tree that didn't shrink. Instead, it grew from twenty feet to thirty feet, fifty feet, eighty feet, and finally to more than ten feet before it stopped growing.

Chi chi!

From under the locust tree, there was a constant sound. If anyone could see the scene underground, they would be shocked.

This was because at this moment, there were densely packed roots that were filled with the smell of blood moving rapidly underground. They were as fast as lightning as they continuously passed through.

Bang!

At this moment, the door of the inn was completely shattered. Wood splinters flew everywhere and hit the surrounding houses. They made a tapping sound and were deeply embedded.

At this moment, a young man in white walked out. He was tall and slender, and his entire body was surrounded by a blazing blood aura.

Zhou Zhang walked out of the main street. His eyes immediately narrowed as he swept his gaze around.

Even though the surroundings were pitch-black, with Zhou Zhang's cultivation, he could already see clearly at night.

The group of skeletons and ghosts who had been acting as extras had disappeared. The stalls, restaurants, and tea houses had also become silent. Only some fresh corpses and body parts were hung up and swaying in the wind.

It seemed that before Zhou Zhang came in, some of the passengers had already been killed.

"It's too dark outside. Ugh!"

"Cough, cough, but we still have to follow them out. Run for your lives!”

At this moment, the other ordinary people in the inn had also gathered together. Many of them were retching and almost vomited out their bile. At the same time, they were trying their best to speak, wanting to follow Zhou Zhang and leave this ghost nest.

At this moment, Zhou Zhang's eyes swept across the other places. In an instant, his gaze was attracted by a locust tree that was more than a hundred feet tall. It was pitch-black and surrounded by a dense, evil black fog.

It seemed that the real big head should be this strangely large locust tree.

"Delicious martial artist flesh and blood, stay and become a part of me, Uncle Huai!”

At this moment, the locust tree that was so tall that it almost reached the clouds and could only be hugged by dozens of people let out a hoarse and deep voice. In the middle of the tree, an old, wrinkled face with a strange smile appeared.

Its eyes were as big as a table, emitting a scarlet light as it stared straight at Zhou Zhang. This feeling was like a person looking at delicious food, with greed and thirst.

A martial artist's blood essence restrained ghosts and monsters, but to many ghosts and monsters, a martial artist's flesh and blood were also great tonics. Therefore, many ghosts and monsters did not dare to provoke martial artists, but they still looked for young and strong men to absorb their Yang qi.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Just as Zhou Zhang was about to make a move, thousands of bloody thorns suddenly drilled out from the ground. They were like countless spears that directly tore open the ground. Countless sand and stones flew everywhere, and houses collapsed. Then, the bloody thorns rushed towards Zhou Zhang's location.

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