Honey!

The sticky silk thread exudes a cold feeling, and the temperature is comparable to the air of this season.

The dense compound eyes swayed, and the arrest of the prey seemed to be a foregone conclusion.

Suddenly, an eye grew behind the prey, as if it was ridiculing it, which made it very puzzled.

"The food here is good, it's such a big one." Cheng Hai quickly flashed to the side and looked up.

The spider in front of me was half a person tall, covered in fuzz, and had a strange human face tattooed on his abdomen.

In terms of scientific name, this thing should be called a human-faced spider, which means it is a bit larger.

Hiss!

The human-faced spider roared angrily, and the human face on its abdomen showed a discomfort, accompanied by a foul stench, as if roaring towards the sky.

"Does God subdue toxins?"

Cheng Hai smiled slightly, covered his nose and closed his eyes to prevent the mind from being disturbed by the patterns of the human-faced spider. At the same time, he held a sword in one hand and broke into the attack range of the human-faced spider alone.

Hiss!

The pattern of the human-faced spider turned into anger, and the black foot blade was hidden in the light green poisonous mist, stabbing Cheng Hai's neck.

Cheng Hai waved his sword and stepped forward. A whirlpool rose from the ground from the blade, blowing away the rich mist and cutting off the limbs like a blade.

Water breathing, land shape, twisted vortex!

Squeak!

The forelimbs were broken, and the human-faced spider also realized that he had been provoking someone he could not provoke. The pattern showed panic in it, and the silk thread on his abdomen was shrinking and fled upwards.

"It's too late to escape."

Cheng Hai listened to the voice and defended his position. He pointed at the trunk of the tree. A few jumped and caught up with the human-faced spider in the air and cut it in half with one knife.

Water breathing·Nine-shaped water flowing droplets!

After struggling on the ground in pain for a few times, the human-faced spider gradually stopped moving.

With the knife closed and the sheathed, Cheng Hai was elevated to the cane on his waist and stabbed into the abdomen.

Although the Sun's power is attached to the Sun's sword and has a strong ability to restrain ghosts, it cannot transmit magic power, so Cheng Hai still cannot do without his cane.

The plump abdomen gradually collapsed, and the hideous face shrank like a baby.

Then, a gust of cold wind blew, and a black little ghost gradually condensed.

"Go and bring out the people inside." Cheng Hai ordered.

There are many summoning objects in the magic of male witches, but these low-level accusations are the most convenient to use.

They are not big in size, absolutely obedient to their masters, can be invisible, and can be replenished at any time when they die. Whether it is disturbing the enemy or doing hard labor, it is very convenient.

The accuser got into the tree hole and dragged the race team and another villager out in a short while. He probably picked up some "snacks" and was squeaking in his mouth, not knowing what he was chewing.

The two of them were entangled into rice dumplings by spider webs, their bodies were stiff and they could not speak, and their panic in their eyes was extremely obvious. I don’t know if they were scared by spiders or a ghost.

Cheng Hai took out a bottle of water from his backpack and poured it on the faces of the two of them. Only then could they be freed from panic and helplessness.

"Spider! Spider!"

"There are ghosts! There are ghosts!"

"Okay, stop shouting, it's gone."

Cheng Hai spread his hands, and the accuser immediately invisible. He ran away happily and grabbed the spider and ate it.

"Tell me, why did you run up the mountain?" Cheng Hai looked at Lu Saiban.

From the footprints left, we can see that the three of them were not chasing and escaping, but walked up together.

"I……"

Lu Saiban organized some language and explained: "Erdan said that if I didn't come up, he would capture Dongmei and sacrifice, so I..."

Cheng Hai: "…"

Is this still a real relationship?

In comparison, Li Daoru's father is really not a thing.

After thinking for a while, Cheng Hai asked, "Are you going with me or waiting here?"

Although the toxins of the human-faced spider will not die, they will not have to think about moving for at least an hour. If they encounter other wild beasts, there will be more danger.

Now, Li Daoru is eyeing him, so he has to seize the time to go to the so-called Guanne God, but he has no time to take them down the mountain.

"I'll be with you. I really feel it's a burden, so you can leave me behind." Lu Saiban said with a wry smile.

Li Daoru had already broken up with him. If he didn't follow Cheng Hai, he wouldn't be able to survive in the village.

Cheng Hai asked the accomplice Lu Saiban to carry him on his back, and continued to move forward regardless of the villagers' begging.

"Sir Cheng, can you kill that evil god?" Lu Saiban looked pale and couldn't help asking.

Yin energy is gathered on the body of the affair, and when mortals get close, they will naturally feel cold on their backs.

However, Lu Saiban has a good lifestyle on weekdays and has maintained a valuable pure yang body. Even if he sleeps with a ghost, there will be no big problems in a short period of time.

"I can't say it." Cheng Hai replied.

If the ten ghosts, snakes, horses are used as the lower limit and the apostles are used as the upper limit. Then according to the system classification, the evaluation of level d is about the strength of the human limit, and level s is the existence of the apostles, which can cause extremely large-scale disasters.

Between D and S levels, artists with physical fitness far exceeding humans belong to C levels. That guy only takes six or seven seconds to run a hundred meters, and can run for twenty minutes in a row.

Although Kawajiro Kazuno's physical fitness is a bit worse than that of the artist, his sword skills are superb and he also has attributes. He can fight for a whole night and is also rated as C-level.

A monster like Guanne Shen, which can cause a change in a township, has already exceeded the category of level C, at least a b. If it extends on this basis, a monster of level A must also destroy the existence of a small city.

For example, a monster like Lao Zon may not be able to blow him to death. It is as easy as eating and drinking water for him to destroy his house. If you really want to destroy it, you will definitely be a top-notch expert.

Therefore, Cheng Hai cannot be said to be confident when facing this fake Guan Ne Shen.

However, the biological characteristics in this world are all kinds of strange, interdependent and restricting each other.

Just as a C-level artist cannot cause damage to D-level spirits. Guanne Shen’s body is a plant and will be restrained by Katanjiro’s breathing, and there is no chance.

A level B-level god is worthy of his risk!

As he was talking, Cheng Hai stopped.

Without a little defense, Guan Neshen appeared in front of him so generously.

...

"Hurry, move quickly!"

At the foot of the mountain, the villagers of Youma Township stood in a row with a solemn expression, holding hunting rifles and farm tools.

After calming down, Li Daoru had already made them realize that once the sacred tree of Guanne God is destroyed, their village will wither like a flash of cereus, and the days of wealth will never be gone.

It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

They dare to sacrifice living people for wealth, and of course they dare to take the risk to kill Cheng Hai!

Under the leadership of the village chief's confidant, they walked up the mountain with murderous intent like soldiers surrounding and suppressing rebellious forces.

"Finally, this day is coming..."
Chapter completed!