Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 180 Acquaintances

"This old man looks like a white-haired hermit, but he's got some skills. With this level of strength, he's probably not just at the late stage of Blood Refinement. If he were a few years younger, he might even have a chance to break through to the Meridian Opening stage!"

The three men, Huang An and his companions, who were slumped on the ground, couldn't help but sigh at the sudden change in the situation.

If they had known upon entering the village that two of Han Yi's three companions would be experts in Blood Refinement, they would probably have been worried and even become wary.

But at this moment, they only felt surprise and hope, as well as a desire for Han Yi and the others to display their great power and escape!

Of their group of nine, four escaped, two were killed by Da Mao, and the remaining three were all wounded—a devastating loss that had shattered their will to live. Fortunately, the presence of Han Yi's team rekindled their hope for survival!

"Huang Long, Huang Yao, quickly take the healing pills, let's work together to move the supplies from the carriage!"

With a swift backhand slash of his longsword, Bai Sanren forced Tao Gu back, leaving them in a deserted corner.

Huang An hurriedly took out a white jade porcelain bottle from his bosom, tilted his head back and forced down the pill with his saliva, then handed the bottle to the two people beside him.

After a short period of rest and recuperation, the three of them felt their energy and blood replenished, and their complexions improved considerably.

"Yes, Yellow Head!"

The three of them quickly got up and rushed to the carriage in the stable, where there were some secret weapons!

"Little bug, where do you think you're going?!"

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind rushed towards the three of them, and a figure as large as a small mountain came crashing down! Da Mao, who had been rolling around in the middle of the courtyard, had somehow noticed their sneaky figures again.

Da Mao's anger erupted like a roaring engine. How could he let the delicious food that was right in front of him slip out of his sight?

Although his arms were completely empty below the elbows, losing his most important means of attack, with the added strength of his whole body, he could still run like a dump truck, scraping skin, breaking bones, and calming down when he bumped into things!

"Damn!!!"

Huang An's usual refined demeanor was instantly shattered, and his last bit of shrewdness vanished in an instant. He realized that if he didn't kill these monsters, he would never be able to escape successfully!

Fortune and wealth are achieved through risk, so give it your all!

He roared menacingly at Huang Long and Huang Yao, "I'll hold this monster back! You two go and move the supplies over here!"

coming!

Seeing that Da Mao's terrifying body, which resembled a small giant, was about to charge over, he also assumed a horse stance and got into position.

Now that things have come to this, he has realized one thing: these monsters will not let them escape easily. As long as they are out of their sight, they will probably be attacked!

Moreover, there's no way to negotiate with these monsters. Even if you beg for mercy, you'll probably just become food. Either way, you're going to die, and dying in battle is better than being swallowed alive!

The grief of being devoured alive by a martial artist he had spent many years with, the longing and concern for his family, the desire and attachment to life…....

At this moment, Huang An was filled with a variety of emotions that were hard to describe, but he felt no fear of death!

"bring it on!"

He held a broken iron fork, his back straight, his pupils reflecting the ever-approaching monster's form.

This monster was bluish-purple all over, covered in keratin, with white bones in its arms, a child-like face, a small head and a large body, resembling an upright humanoid lizard. It could stop children from crying and make adults shiver.

What joy is there in living, what fear is there in dying!

Those who are determined to die will all return to dust!

Huang An felt that he was about to grasp the essence of a higher level of the cultivation technique...

I remember my master saying before he passed away that I was quick-witted, had a good personality, and was very talented. I was good at everything, but I lacked one thing: the spirit of daring to fight!

That's why I haven't been able to learn that move yet...

Thinking of this, Huang An smiled bitterly: "This is the Three Desperate Moves, the Path of Man and Ghost Together!"

Master, I've finally learned it...

Suddenly, his vision blurred.

Bang! ! !

Two figures, one large and one small, collided suddenly. Da Mao let out a roar like a wounded wild beast, and his two- or three-meter-tall body was knocked back.

Am I not dead?

No, this is...

What about my final, prepared strike...?

Huang An was somewhat stunned. Before him, Han Yi had appeared without anyone noticing.

"Why aren't you going to find your secret weapon?"

Han Yi punched Da Mao away and turned around to say calmly.

Bai Sanren had just asked him to deal with this area first, and he instantly understood Bai Sanren's meaning.

It would be better to cut off one of his fingers than to hurt ten of them!

Although Bai Sanren and Tao Gu are currently fighting evenly and vividly, Bai Sanren is old after all. He is frail and weak. If the fight drags on, he will definitely fall behind!

Therefore, Han Yi had to act quickly and eliminate this sinister figure, Da Mao, first! "Yes, yes, Lord Han..."

Huang An nodded rapidly, like a chick chasing after rice, and without realizing it, he even started using honorifics.

Recalling the ridiculous encounter that evening, he had initially thought Han Yi and his two companions were highway robbers, and had even instructed his men to keep a close watch on the goods and tail Han Yi and his group…

Looking back now, Huang An realizes how utterly ridiculous his actions were, and yet he called himself a seasoned veteran...

"You two idiots, why aren't you going to the carriage yet?"

Frustrated and frustrated, Huang An vented his anger on his subordinates, shouting at Huang Long and Huang Yao.

"Yellow Head, it's not that we don't want to go, it's just... it's just..."

The two were still some distance from the stables, but hesitated to move.

At this time, it was late at night, and even though Huang An was a Blood Refining stage martial artist with eyesight far exceeding that of ordinary people, he could not see the movements inside the stable.

"Two useless people, they can't even handle this simple task..."

Huang An flew into a rage and strode toward the stables.

Suddenly, he stopped abruptly, as if someone had glued the soles of his feet together.

Two villagers were standing in front of the stable.

Huang An recognized the two women; they were middle-aged women chatting idly at the village entrance when he passed by earlier that evening.

They were all similar to Tao Gu, with ashen faces and their faces covered with countless dark and obscure runes, like hideous masks. Their clothes were tattered, and beneath the exposed clothes were large patches of strange black marks. If you looked closely, you could see that the skin was writhing and forming a crooked peach tree!

Needless to say, these two are definitely up to something. No, the whole village is probably a ghost village!

No wonder Huang Long and Huang Yao hesitated just now...

"Help!!!"

Just then, a cry for help suddenly came from outside the courtyard gate.

The sound gradually grew louder and clearer.

"That voice sounds so familiar..."

Huang An frowned and muttered to himself.

In this ghost village, will he still have any acquaintances?