Chen Chuan stared at the flying head, stretched out his hand to pull out his halberd, pointed the muzzle of the gun at the strange man's forehead, and then pulled the trigger.

Bang!

A flash of flame emerged from the muzzle of the gun.

The flying head seemed to be frightened, and suddenly flew up with a squeaking sound. The long hair that was taken flying up suddenly covered all his sight.

Chen Chuan was sure that he had hit the target just now, but it seemed to have passed through his head, as if it was just a shadow. At this moment, his other hand was holding the handle of the knife with five fingers, and he drew the knife upwards based on his feeling!

The flying head screamed again. When the gun was fired just now, it seemed to have no effect, but this time the blade touched it, and there was a slight feeling of obstruction in the hand, as if it had hit something erratic.

On, but there is a feeling of emptiness that has never been realized.

And almost at the same moment, he also noticed that the signs of virtualization on the "second self" seemed to deepen for a moment. From this, he immediately knew that he had indeed hurt this thing just now, but the effect seemed to be insignificant.

At this time, the flying head rushed out of the gauze tent and couldn't hover above it.

Chen Chuan glanced away and saw that the place where the flying head was just now was covered with mud-like flesh, flesh and bones, and he couldn't see clearly what it was.

He looked back at the flying head again. The shot was indeed useless, but the knife was able to touch it. The difference between the two was probably due to the alienated tissue in Xuejun's sword, but there may not be enough alienated tissue in the sword.

In this case...

He took the initiative to take a few steps back. When the flying head saw him leaving that position, he hovered in the sky for a while, and then rushed towards the pile of flesh and blood again.

Chen Chuan thrust the long knife into the ground and waited for it to land in front of him. He suddenly stretched out his hand and seemed to have caught something. Then with a squeeze of five fingers, he actually grabbed the flying head's long hair and ordered the thing to

Life and death suddenly stopped in mid-air.

He cheered up, and as expected, it was because he had enough alienated tissues in his body that he could directly touch this thing.

But this is not without cost. At the same time, the signs of virtualization on the second self suddenly deepened.

He ignored it, grabbed it with both hands, and shouted at the same time. He exerted force on his waist and back, stepped back step by step, and slowly pulled the thing away from the mass of flesh and blood. In the process, the thing was

It kept moving and making squeaking sounds.

This thing is not big in size, but the power it transmits is quite large.

Because he needed to keep his second self to resist the unknown invasion and harm, Chen Chuan did not choose to let it overlap with his own body this time, but only used his own strength to fight with it. Fortunately, those alienated organizations were not Bai Chang.

Yes, he is no longer what he used to be, even if his own strength seems to be enough for now.

At this time, he adjusted his breathing slightly, and moved his hands forward alternately with the help of the hair, and the person gradually came closer. When the distance was enough, he shouted, grabbed the head, and wrapped it tightly in his arms.

!

Feitou seemed shocked and struggled desperately. The force was so powerful that it seemed to lift his whole body, but his expression was calm and his strength did not relax at all.

During the struggle, he was narrowly escaped by this thing several times, but he was able to control it by instantly overlapping the second self. After a long time, he suddenly felt that his arms were empty, and when his eyes fell, he saw

This thing suddenly disappeared.

He slowly stood up straight and patted his clothes. He didn't think this thing had been eliminated. The ghost stories were not so easy to eliminate. It should just be that the time for sacrifice had passed.

But once it is sacrificed again, it will definitely appear again. Only when it can no longer be seen after the sacrifice can it be truly eliminated.

He walked to the altar, pulled out the Snow Lord Sword, turned around and walked out.

"Expert Chen is out."

When Gu Mingde saw Chen Chuan coming out, he stopped the people behind him and walked forward alone. He looked at Chen Chuan and saw that he was fine. He looked slightly relaxed and asked, "Expert Chen, how are you?"

Chen Chuan looked at him, then at the people behind him, and said: "Captain Gu, everyone, this is a protracted battle. I stopped this thing from eating blood food, but the sacrifices here cannot be stopped, otherwise it may

Run somewhere else and wait until the next sacrifice, and I will stop it again."

Gu Mingde said: "I have sent a telegram to the back before. What Expert Chen needs will be brought here soon, and we have plenty of supplies. As long as the method is feasible, we can keep using this ghost thing."

"Yes, Expert Chen took the greatest risk. We are just here to guard. What else is there to complain about?"

"That's right, don't worry, Expert Chen, we will definitely provide your backing!"

Chen Chuan nodded and said, "You are right. With you as my support, I can concentrate on dealing with that thing from the front." He cupped his fists and said, "I'll leave the outside matters to you.

Everyone also solemnly clasped their fists in salute.

Chen Chuan walked to the side. He took out the topaz and looked at it. Half of it had turned black. After putting it back, he sat down on the side.

He didn't notice it during the battle, but after Feitou was dealt with, he could feel a force stimulating the alienated tissues in his body, and he also began to use breathing methods to guide and regulate it.

This is much stronger than the effect of taking medicine on a daily basis. If he had not sorted out the structure of his own alienated tissue, he might suddenly enter the abnormal growth mentioned by Cheng Zitong, but now, it will only be his tonic.

Seeing him sitting there motionless with his sword in his hand, everyone thought he was resting, which was understandable. After all, they would easily lose their minds just by being close to those flying heads, but Chen Chuan was facing a group of them, including the flying heads.

The root cause is that the pressure must be very great, and I don’t know how to resist it.

Therefore, everyone was cautious when moving at this moment, for fear of alarming him.

At noon, someone came up from the bottom of the mountain carrying some sacrifices, and also arranged some people to be responsible for worshiping and offering sacrifices. Fortunately, there was no need to go inside, as long as they were outside.

When the time approached the evening, some people followed Chen Chuan into the old temple and placed the sacrifices on the altar. When they looked at the flying heads on the ground, they were shocked for a moment. They knew how powerful this thing was.

Difficult to deal with, the eyes looking at him couldn't help but be filled with admiration.

Chen Chuanchuan: "I'm sorry to bother you all."

"No trouble, Expert Chen, how can we compare to what Expert Chen does?"

After saying a few polite words, they had no choice but to leave without looking at the place any longer. Because they also knew that they could not stay here for long, especially after arriving for a while, they felt unwell, faintly nauseated, and felt dizzy.

After they walked out of it and stood under the sun, they felt as if they had been reborn. They couldn't help but sigh, and they didn't know how Chen Chuan persisted after staying in there for so long.

Chen Chuan sat down on the steps on one side. He leaned the Xue Jun Dao to the side and glanced above. The sunlight shining through it might be the only warmth here.

He sat quietly alone in this old-era temple, seeming to be one with it. However, his eyes were always bright, and the long knife in his hand seemed to be sharp at any time.

As time went by, the light gradually dimmed and entered darkness.

There are two sacrifices, one at 6:30 in the morning and one at 6:30 in the evening. They are coming soon.

Chen Chuan raised his hand and looked at his watch. Seeing that the time was almost up, he stood up and lit a circle of torches on the wall of the old temple. The place quickly became brighter under the light of the fire.

But in the slightly swaying firelight, the long shadows, the collapsed stone statues behind, and the broken flesh and blood around them, the surrounding environment seemed even more eerie and terrifying.

Suddenly, the sheep tied on the altar began to shake. At the same time, the skin and flesh of the sheep suddenly split open, and blood seeped out and flowed around.

Chen Chuan raised his head and stared at the top of the altar. After a moment, the torch shook violently, and then very suddenly, the flying head emerged from the shadow above and rushed down towards the sacrifice below, with his long hair flying away.

Opening up, it's like a large shadow shrouding downwards.

Chen Chuan took two steps forward and instantly crossed a space of five to six meters. He whipped up with his whip leg and hit the head with perfect accuracy, sweeping it away from the altar with one kick.

The flying head was interrupted to offer sacrifices, and it let out a familiar scream, trying to get closer to the altar again, but Chen Chuan stood there, constantly driving and kicking it to prevent it from approaching, and after kicking it away countless times

, the flying head finally disappeared again.

Chen Chuan stood for a while and took out the yellow jade in his arms. He saw that the whole piece had turned black. He stretched out his hand and pinched it gently, and it turned into crumbs and fell from his fingers.

In this contact, Huang Yu had resisted some of the damage for him, but tomorrow, he would have to bear it all by himself.

However, he could clearly feel that the flying head's existence time this time was much shorter than last time, which showed that this method was very useful.

He waved his hand and walked out again. After talking to Gu Mingde and others about the situation, he went to the tent they prepared for him to rest, while silently guiding the growth of the alienated tissue.

In the early morning of the next day, he still walked into the old temple. The process of the day was almost the same as yesterday. Every time, he successfully excluded Feitou from the periphery of the sacrifice.

However, after this day, the damage to the second self has obviously deepened a lot, but it is still within the tolerable range. However, this is indeed a battle. The damage to the second self is continuous and the damage will accumulate.

, looking at it this way, even if there are no additional changes, the limit will be within a day or two.

On the third day, after making some adjustments, Chen Chuan entered the old temple again. When the priest appeared and Feitou appeared, he once again successfully forced it to disappear. This time Feitou only existed for a few minutes.

He had a hunch that the next time, it would probably be the time to completely deal with this thing.

As the day passed, another day seemed to pass quickly. In the evening, when the sacrifice was about to be carried out again, the commissioned team member outside suddenly called out, pointed to the outside of the mountain and said: "Gu team, look quickly!"

Gu Mingde looked over and was startled. He saw many black spots flying from all directions, and each one of them turned out to be a flying head. At a rough count, there were as many as forty or fifty.

He immediately reacted, "This should be flying from other strongholds of the Feitou Sect. It seems that Expert Chen's method worked!" He shouted loudly: "Get ready to attack." He also warned, "Try not to let these things go.

Enter the temple!"

The entrusted team members responded loudly, raised their guns one after another, and then fired continuously outside. At this time, no less than a hundred people had gathered on the mountain. The blast of gunfire alarmed countless flying birds. From time to time, some flying heads were shot down by them, but still

About a third of them got into the old temple through the hole.

Gu Mingde looked towards the direction of the old temple with a solemn expression. They had done everything they could. Those who got inside seemed to have to rely on Chen Chuan to solve the problem himself.

In the old temple, Chen Chuan also waited for the flying heads to appear again. According to the previous method, it was not difficult to deal with it this time, but as those flying heads came in, he immediately felt interference.

He had a hunch in his heart that once the roots of the flying head came into contact with those fresh flesh and blood, they would probably recover, which would be troublesome.

At this critical moment, his eyes flashed, he took two steps forward, clamped the root of the flying head under his arm, then drew his gun, turned around, raised his hand and fired, the bang bang bang gunshots sounded continuously, and for a moment those flying heads were

His head was flying in fear, and he used up all the bullets in one breath. He threw away the pistol, grabbed the head, and swung the knife to kill him!

Every time the sword was struck, a flying head would fall out. When the last sword flashed, there was no longer a flying head in the huge hall.

At this time, he seemed to hear a deep sigh in his ears, and then he felt a light touch on his hand. He turned around and saw a pile of ashes falling down, and many black hairs scattered on the ground.

At this time, Chen Chuan saw that the second self's body seemed to have been seriously injured, shaking like water waves, and became blurry to the point of almost disappearing.

At the same time, the alienated tissues on the body also felt an unprecedented strong stimulation.
To be continued...