All Heavens: Sharing Talents with Countless Mes

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Some teenagers couldn't stand such an exciting scene, and their hearts collapsed completely. They screamed hysterically, and then ran away crazily down the mountain.

People with slightly stronger minds were also vomiting profusely until they were paralyzed and could only hold their backs firmly against the tree.

Most of them have no experience in actually fighting ghosts, so when faced with bloody scenes, their reactions are actually similar to ordinary people.

This is why a large number of new people die in Tengxi Mountain every year.

In addition to lack of strength, lack of mental toughness is also a very fatal weakness.

This year's final selection was much more bloody than before.

Because in the past, it was the human side that was bleeding, but this year, most of the ghosts in Tengxi Mountain have died under Chu Yang's sword.

There were no ghosts nearby who dared to stay in the shadows to spy on Chu Yang. They vaguely felt that Chu Yang could still look at his location from time to time during the battle.

"I don't know where the little girl ran away." Chu Yang let out a long breath, feeling a little tired. Although none of the ghosts just now were his opponents, he would get tired after cutting ghosts for a long time.

"Forget it, if she can be saved, it's fate. If she can't be saved, it's her fate." Chu Yang put the sword on his back again, looked back at the group of young swordsmen who were so frightened that they couldn't stand up, and turned to leave.

He felt that even if this group of people could make it out of Fujishi Mountain alive, many of them would choose to give up and give up the idea of ​​joining the Demon Slayer Corps.

Nearly six hours have passed since it got dark, and it will be light in another hour or two at most.

The murderous aura and blood energy in Chu Yang's body was so strong that it was about to reach the sky, and no demons or monsters dared to get close to him.

Just when Chu Yang was about to give up looking for Zhenyang, his nose suddenly smelled a very strong odor, worse than the young ghost he met in the temple that day.

Hand ghost!

Instinct told Chu Yang that this was the smell of the hand ghost, so he immediately headed towards the source of the smell.

The further he walked, Chu Yang gradually saw a large number of broken tree trunks and cracked forest. It was obvious that this was a battlefield, and the two sides seemed to be moving deeper.

Chu Yang continued to walk forward...

"The number of Linlong disciples who have been eaten by me is 12. Little fox, you are about to become the 13th person. It has only been one year since the last time I ate the little devil."

"Hee hee hee……"

The hand ghost kept making triumphant laughter, and then used words to stimulate Zhenshan, "You really like to wear that mask to die, otherwise I might not be able to discover your identity."

"For you, that is a mask that can relieve disaster? Hahaha, what is the difference between this and Lin Long killing you with his own hands? This is really ironic!"

Zhen Xiang's whole body was trembling, and every word spoken by Hand Ghost was like a sharp thorn, piercing into her heart. Especially after hearing the whole process of Qiu Tu's death from the other party's mouth, her mentality gradually collapsed.

"Shut up! That's not what you said! Mr. Linlong gave us the disaster relief mask just to let us go back safely!"

"I will never allow you to insult Mr. Linlong like this!"

There were crystal tears in the corners of Zhenjiang's eyes, and then he roared!

Because she lost her mind, her breathing became disordered!

Originally her specialty was agility, but her speed gradually slowed down, causing the situation where she had always had the upper hand to be reversed in an instant.

Zhen Xiang's heart was already in confusion, and his movements were even more deformed.

The cunning hand ghost sees the right moment and launches a fatal attack on the confused girl.

The arms wrapped around the head all spread out and shot towards the demon. Each of its arms possesses very powerful power, which is why it is called a hand ghost.

Zhen Shi was still a step too slow to react.

She tried hard to escape from the encirclement of the arms, but her feet were still grabbed by the hand ghost.

"Hahaha!!!"

"I said I would kill all of Linlong's disciples, and you are no exception!"

The excited hand ghost exerted a little force, and a frightening scream immediately came out of Zhen Shi's mouth. Her legs seemed to be clamped by a pair of vise, and were about to be torn off.

"Go to hell, kid!"

As soon as the hand ghost finished speaking, he heard a whistling sound in his ears, as if something heavy was flying towards him at high speed.

As soon as this thought came into his mind, the hand ghost was immediately frightened.

The next second, a large and exaggerated sword flew past it, bringing with it a shower of blood.

Several arms entangled with Zhen Xiang were cut off at the same time in an instant!

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

The unspeakable severe pain caused the hand ghost to go berserk instantly. It looked around and roared angrily:

"Who is it? Which damn guy is it!!!"

"It's really scary." Chu Yang jumped from the darkness, jumped to the side of the sword, and kicked the arm on the ground away.

He picked up the sword and put it on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "You look weird. Let me fix you up so you don't look so ugly."

After taunting the Hand Ghost, Chu Yang glanced at Zhen Xiang who was lying on the ground. The little girl fell into a coma, but there was a subconscious expression of pain on her face. It was obvious that she was injured when the Hand Ghost grabbed her just now.

Chu Yang sighed: "It's a step too late, but fortunately, my life is saved."

"Stop talking nonsense, you both will die!" In just a moment, most of the hand ghost's severed arm recovered. It roared and rushed towards Chu Yang, its huge body like a tank.

dong dong dong~~~

The earth is shaking.

Chu Yang held the sword with both hands tightly, and his blood became hot due to his breathing.

While flowing throughout his body, streams of white air spurted out from his mouth and nose.

He kicked his feet hard, the ground cracked under his feet, and he rushed out like a cannonball, hitting the hand ghost head-on with his shoulders.

The Hand Ghost, who had been so aggressive just now, couldn't even stand firmly after being hit like this. He lost his balance and fell backwards, with flaws all over his body.

Before the arms on its body could make protective movements, its head was cut off by Chu Yang's knife while it staggered.

The flying head stared straight at Chu Yang, his eyes full of disbelief.

At the moment when life completely fell into darkness, Hand Ghost's voice was full of regret and unwillingness, "It's impossible... humans can't have this kind of power!"

It believed that its body was as strong as steel, but in front of Chu Yang, it was like paper.

"Huh." Chu Yang wiped the sweat from his head and worked hard all night, and now he felt like the warm-up was over.

After killing the hand ghost, Chu Yang picked up the unconscious wild rice. Before leaving, he felt something watching him in the dark.

They should be the disciples who died recently...

It's a pity that Chu Yang didn't come a few years earlier, otherwise, he would have had the opportunity to save more young people.

Chu Yang carried Zhen Xiang around the Tengxi Mountain, used his sense of sight to lock onto two ghosts who had devoured a large number of their kind, and then killed them.

Although they are not as powerful as hand ghosts, they are beyond the range that newcomers can deal with.

In the next seven days, Chu Yang kept killing the ghosts that had grown to a certain level, and the smell of blood on Tengxi Mountain was much stronger than before.