You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 156 Weird Rain

The addition of several people increased Changqing's pressure sharply, but with the Fuyao Jue and spiritual awareness, he was able to dodge most of the attacks.

With constant fighting, Changqing's swordsmanship, Taoism, and physical coordination are gradually improving. After all, the insights gained from a life-and-death duel are better than cultivation.

However, every time Chang Qing thought he had a chance to kill one of the opponents, the attack from the other person would follow, forcing Chang Qing to cope with it.

The battle situation gradually became stalemate. Several leaders of the Blood Soul Village were unable to hit Chang Qing, and Chang Qing was unable to kill anyone on the opposite side.

Half an incense stick of time passed, and several people were covered in wounds, but they did not give up at all.

Suddenly, Changqing felt the hairs on his back stand up. An extreme danger was approaching from behind. At the same time, an extremely small steel needle in his spiritual consciousness shot towards his back at a high speed. There was a wisp of black gas lingering on the tip of the needle, which was obviously highly poisonous.

He activated the Changqing Fuyao Jue with all his strength. Since he couldn't avoid it, he would just avoid the vital points.

Just as Chang Qing was about to take the blow, a shadow of a spear surrounded by a silver dragon appeared in the distance and knocked the steel needle away in time.

And a white dot in the distance appeared next to Changqing in the blink of an eye.

The white dot was Jiaocang, and the people sitting on Jiaocang's back were Zhong Baixuan and Yun Qinghan who had rushed over.

The person who helped Changqing just now was Zhong Baixuan.

Looking at the many evil cultivators surrounding Chang Qing, the two men also looked serious. They knew it would be a tough battle. Their weapons lit up and they were ready to meet the enemy.

"What's going on today? Two more people are here to die!" The fifth boss did not forget to mock in this serious atmosphere.

"Since you are here, don't leave!" The farmer gently waved the black iron stick in his hand, making a few buzzing sounds.

"Junior Brother Changqing, you are so unkind. You didn't even invite us to such an exciting occasion. You are not loyal enough." Yun Qinghan said jokingly.

Chang Qing looked at the nearly 200 evil cultivators surrounding him, pressed down the weapons of Zhong Baixuan and Yun Qinghan and said, "Brother, sister, it's not necessary, the heat is almost there."

The two were confused and had no idea what Changqing meant. They thought Changqing had given up resisting.

Jiao Cang thought otherwise. He knew that since Chang Qing could say such words, he must have a backup plan.

Zhong Baixuan and Yun Qinghan were about to persuade Chang Qing not to give up the resistance, but before they could say anything, Chang Qing's voice rang in their hearts: "Don't step out of my range for a while."

Chang Qing glanced at the people under the moonlight and said calmly: "You should feel sad. Not dying just now is the thing you regret most in your life."

A blood-red array plate suddenly appeared in Changqing's hand.

The Fifth Master was probably angered by Chang Qing's words, and shouted angrily: "Arrogant, take another blow from me!"

The accountant on the roof suddenly narrowed his pupils and shouted, "Old Five, stop!"

Then he looked at the array carefully and said, "You killed Lao Liu?!"

Chang Qing nodded, his seven-colored hair swaying without wind, and his voice became much deeper: "Since I came to this world, people have always believed that my powerful sword, body, or magic?"

Chang Qing smiled and shook his head: "No, people's guesses are never right! Next you will see my true methods. This is the first time I have used them since I came to this world. You should be glad to die under this method."

Zhong Baixuan and Yun Qinghan, who were beside Changqing, were the first to feel it. An inexplicable aura emerged from Changqing's body. It felt like oppression, but different. It felt like a peaceful aura, and underneath this aura, there seemed to be endless murderous intent hidden. The feeling through the skin was as uncomfortable as being bitten by thousands of ants.

As the aura spread, many evil cultivators also felt this uncomfortable aura.

The accountant was not affected by this aura. He stared at Chang Qing's bright and dazzling colorful eyes and said, "The God-trapping Formation can only trap an area of ​​several feet in radius. You don't think you can trap all of us, do you?"

The smile on Chang Qing's mouth gradually widened, and he said with a bit of evilness: "Oh? Do you really understand the formation?"

As the words fell, the sky began to drizzle, although the moon and stars were still clearly visible.

The ticking sound continued, but no one paid any attention.

Just when everyone was wondering if it was just rain.

Suddenly, several screams were heard. The screams were extremely creepy, and some of them were mixed with crazy laughs.

"It's so itchy, what is this thing, it's so itchy, hahahaha~" Many evil cultivators began to feel itchy all over and started scratching their skin frantically.

As more and more people were in this situation, the scene became extremely strange.

The expressions of the several heads of the family changed. Looking at the strange and absurd scene, they felt a sense of unease rising.

Several people looked around for the cause of all this. Finally, the accountant reached out to catch a few drops of rain. Suddenly, his pupils shrank and he looked at Changqing.

"It's you! Did the rain do something?" The accountant felt an unbearable itch on his body and instantly understood who was the culprit.

The accountant felt something was wrong, so he immediately left everyone behind and flew towards the outside of the Blood Soul Village. However, he was blocked by a transparent light curtain before he flew a hundred meters, and no matter how hard he hit it, it was of no use.

"I am good at formations, very good at them, and I am also very good at medicine. When the two are combined, a strange thing is born. I call it ------- Medicine Formation!!"

Chang Qing looked at the people who were scratching themselves, but their behavior calmed down.

"Next, listen to this beautiful, desperate hymn!!!"

Changqing's slightly crazy laughter came out clearly and reached everyone's ears.

The evil cultivators scratched their skin frantically. The rain contained some unknown medicine. A slight scratch would cause their skin to be torn easily, like wet paper.

Screams, sounds of pain, cries, insults, and the sound of dripping rain merged into a beautiful symphony...

The more the evil cultivators scratched, the more itchy they felt, until the itch became almost unbearable. Gradually, their flesh and blood began to break, and there was no longer a single piece of good skin on their bodies, let alone a single functioning muscle, until they lost too much blood, their meridians were severed, and they died in extreme pain.

The rain continued to fall with no sign of stopping. The bloody bodies of the dead people began to melt like snow, first the flesh and then the bones, and finally only a pool of pus and blood remained, merging into the blood mud.

The accountant and other bosses were still trying their best to resist the itch, but when they saw that it did not rain within ten feet of where Changqing was, they did not care about anything else and rushed madly towards the place of hope within ten feet.

But how could Changqing do as he wished? Another array plate fell at his feet, and another barrier rose up, protecting the area of ​​​​10 meters tightly, allowing the magic attacks from the outside to remain safe and sound.

These leaders wanted to resist by raising their spirit shields, but Chang Qing shook his head and said:

"It's too late. A Pi Hai Realm would be doomed with just one drop of rainwater, and you can survive with no more than five drops."

The accountant was desperate, and suddenly realized something and said, "Boy, did you deliberately lure all of us out of the house just to let us get caught in this poisonous rain?!!"

Changqing nodded and did not deny it.

The accountant looked at the people struggling in the rain, his eyes full of anger, but he still suppressed it and tried to negotiate: "My fellow Taoist, if you have any request, just make it known. We are willing to pay any price in exchange for the antidote."

"Tsk!" Chang Qing's tone echoed with a hint of sarcasm and impatience, and he continued, "I think I said before that you all deserve to die!"