The ghostly hands that had come out of the swamp and mud broke through the ground again, dragging their huge bodies and pounced on them.

They waved their long fingers, and the long nails on their ten fingers were like sharp blades, flickering with this devouring cold light in the boundless darkness.

Not only did these hands have nails like knives, but they suddenly opened their palms, and their mouths suddenly appeared in the palms of their hands, like wolves, with sharp teeth like elephants, and they pounced on the samurai of Ogikagami Palace.

Fingernails like sharp blades split and chopped them apart, and then, with the mouth of the palm of the hand, they were picked up one by one, and slowly put them into their mouths, slowly chewing and devouring.

And those samurai of Ogikagami Palace, in order not to become food in the mouths of these hands, hurriedly waved the weapons in their hands to resist the resistance.

In this way, they chopped, stabbed, killed, smashed, chopped, chopped, bloody wind and rain, the heavens and the earth changed color for the future, and the plants and trees were sad.

And the limbs of the dead were killed by their swords.

Their heads, arms, and thighs fell to the ground, and then they slowly fell and fell until they were unconscious.

Seeing those dead souls dying under their own swords, the samurai of Ogikagami seemed to be very proud, and couldn't help but laugh, but they themselves were suddenly torn apart and merged with the boundless darkness.

At this time, Lan Yutang's flute suddenly stopped.

The room was filled with the smell of blood, and even the faint candlelight hanging on the pillar seemed to turn red from the breath of too much blood.

The long shadow of the candlelight jumped in the dim night sky, and the samurai of the Ogikatsu Palace had already fallen to the ground, and the organs of their bodies fell to the ground.

Actually, there are arms and souls there.

These people just now just treated their own people as those imaginary arms and souls, and they were killing each other.

What a powerful phoenix devouring requiem.

The low Requiem had shattered and torn apart the souls of these people.

Looking at the mess all over the ground, Lan Yutang seemed to have an unbearable look, shook his head helplessly, and then, looking at the river mussels lying on his stomach with only one breath left, he said in a deep voice:

The sky is clear, the evil spirits are gone, don't you people claim to be from hell, but why are you so afraid when you see the souls of hell?

I told you a long time ago that I never allowed others to interfere in the matter of my Lan Yutang, but you didn't listen to my advice and had to get involved, which was all your own fault.

Since you have all come from Hell together, let's go back together to the Land of the Dead and begin your eternal rest, where you are derived.

If you evil spirits from hell are sent by the head of the demons to disturb the peace of the world, then my immortal jade flute is the soul-calming song created by the gods to punish evil and promote good.

Every time I play a note, one of you will disappear from this world, just like a Buddha pulling a bead to remove a trouble.

However, please rest assured, since I have joined the Ogi Mirror Palace, I will not betray the Ogi Mirror Palace, and I will definitely do the same thing that the palace master explained.

Now, for everyone's sake, who is also working for the Ogi Mirror Palace, let my Xiao Sheng give you a ride, and no longer let you suffer from this boundless torture.

As he spoke, a golden scale suddenly flew out of his jade flute, which was as red as blood and as gorgeous as a rose, and flashed with colorful light in the faint light.

It was the Death Charm, the Golden Phoenix Dart.

When the colorful light slowly dimmed, the golden phoenix dart that flew out was just stuck in the throat of the river mussel, like a nail nailed to the wall.

Then, on the face of the river mussel, which had been almost completely distorted in pain, a smile of relief finally appeared, and it was also a smile of relief.

After suffering from that terrible vision, death was indeed a relief for him, a kind of relief of the best.

Watching the warriors of the Ogi Mirror Palace fall down one by one in front of him, Lan Yutang's heart suddenly felt an indescribable emptiness and vastness.

He was originally a free and uninhibited person, and never liked to solve problems by killing people, but the reality forced him to kill people again and again.

He even began to wonder if he himself would become like these people in the end, and he could only solve the bitterness in his heart by killing people desperately.

However, this inexplicable sense of confusion is only a momentary thing.

When the world was quiet again, the blood in his body suddenly coagulated again.

His nerves were like springs struck by gravity, and they suddenly tensed.

Because suddenly he felt a strong murderous aura.

This kind of murderous aura is definitely not owned by these miscellaneous soldiers of the Ogi Mirror Palace.

The person who came must be a master.

Under the persecution of this strong murderous aura, the nerves in Lan Yutang's whole body immediately tensed, and he looked around, wanting to see the source of the murderous aura.

However, the samurai of the Ogi Mirror Palace had already died, and the dealer just now had already gotten under the table, foaming at the mouth and twitching on all fours.

He was really frightened by what he had just done, and he was really frightened.

Although Lan Yutang's immortal flute voice did not hallucinate him, he saw that the people who originally gambled with him had all turned into other people who did not look like people and ghosts, and then watched them fall inexplicably one by one, scattered, and their deaths were terrifying.

He was so scared.

Although all kinds of strange things often happen in the Golden Throwing Villa, this is the first time this kind of strange thing has happened.

And this time, it has made him unforgettable for life.

Although the murderous aura that permeated from somewhere was still spreading, Lan Yutang still smiled when he looked at the dealer who fell to the ground foaming at the mouth.

He walked up to him, crouched down, pinched his chin with his index and middle fingers, and then pulled out a Soul Suppressing Pill from his body and stuffed it into his mouth.

It wasn't until the Soul Suppression Pill had an effect on the dealer that his emotions slowly relaxed, and then, still lying there, as if asleep.

He fell asleep, but those boundless murderous aura was still spreading, and it was getting stronger and stronger, and the bell at the end of Lan Yutang's immortal jade flute was jingling.

Lan Yutang's brows furrowed slightly, and then, leaning against the pillar, as if he was adjusting his heart, and as if he was listening attentively to the murderous aura that followed.

However, the murderous aura continued, and the place where the murderous aura came from was quiet, only the sound of leaves falling and flying in the autumn wind outside the house.

In the middle of the night, in the autumn wind, there is also the sound of migratory birds flapping their wings.

However, he also heard footsteps further away behind these sounds.