Ultimate Devouring Evolution

"catch him!"

The martial saint who returned to his clan with ten thousand swords shouted.

The more than one hundred disciples of Wan Jian Gui Sect rushed towards Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan frowned slightly.

I didn't expect these people to come in so quickly.

But he was not worried at all.

Do you think there are too many people to scare you?

Do you think I am afraid of you because you have a Martial Saint?

I may not be able to play with you in other places, but in Silent Hill, you are all younger brothers!

Thinking of this, a strange smile appeared on Zhang Fan's lips, and then he quickly stretched out a pair of blood wings and flew forward.

Although the disciples of Wan Jian Gui Sect can fly with swords faster than ordinary disciples flying with clouds, they are far less than Zhang Fan's speed.

Zhang Fan was still afraid that they wouldn't be able to keep up, so he slowed down.

Wuxiang Sect saw that Wan Jian Guizong could not catch up with Zhang Fan, so they also followed Zhang Fan.

But the disciples of these two major sects could not catch up with Zhang Fan.

Only the two martial saints from these two major sects could barely keep up with Zhang Fan's speed.

But it's just that I can keep up, and it's still a little short of catching up.

"Other sects, why don't you round him up together!"

The Martial Saint who returned to his clan with ten thousand swords roared.

Wu Sheng spoke, how could other sects dare to disobey.

More than 4,000 people came together to round up Zhang Fan.

In addition, there were a total of seven martial saints, all of whom rounded up Zhang Fan together.

These martial saints are getting more and more angry as they chase after them.

These martial saints are usually aloof beings.

The mere Martial Emperor was two steps lower than them, and they could crush anything to death with just a move of their fingers.

Today, the five martial saints led more than 4,000 people to round him up, but they couldn't even catch a hair on that kid's head. It's simply unreasonable!

In desperation, these five martial saints had no choice but to chase while setting up some energy barriers.

This was used to compress Zhang Fan's activity space.

Sure enough, Zhang Fan's range of activities became smaller and smaller, and he was finally surrounded by five martial saints and more than 4,000 people in a small forest.

"Boy, let's see where you go!"

A martial saint shouted.

Zhang Fan chuckled and raised his hands: "Okay, I won't run away, I won't run away..."

The monk Wusheng from the Wuxiang Sect put his right palm up on his chest and pronounced a Buddha's name: "Amitabha, donor, we don't intend to embarrass you. We just want to ask you a few words."

Zhang Fan took a few breaths and said, "Ask a question? Okay, just ask."

The Wusheng from the Wuxiang Sect was about to speak when he suddenly heard a strange sound coming from the encirclement.

"Quack-quack-ah-uh-quack-"

This strange sound makes people feel very uncomfortable.

It was like the cry of someone being choked.

A smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Fan's mouth.

coming!

Everyone turned their heads warily and looked in the direction of the sound.

Outside the grove, in the gray mist, a figure gradually appeared.

It's just that this figure doesn't walk like a normal walk, but like those low-level zombies with their legs broken.

Crooked and bumpy.

And as he walked, he made a "quacking-ah-uh-" sound from his mouth.

Gradually, the man got closer and closer, and everyone could see him more and more clearly.

When he was only more than ten meters away from everyone, everyone finally saw him clearly.

This is not a person at all, but a humanoid monster.

It was covered in flesh and blood, and the skin all over its body had been burnt.

Its head is even weirder.

A humanoid head with no eyes, nose or ears.

Only the mouth, which seemed to have been torn open with blood, opened and closed, making "quack-ah-uh-", which was an extremely uncomfortable sound.

Seeing such a weird monster, those people all felt their scalps numb.

This is simply ugly, disgusting, perverted, bloody, twisted, desperate, stupid... a collection of all derogatory words.

These people in the fairy world have occasionally seen some genetic beasts, and even the most disgusting monsters they have seen are just zombies.

But compared to this monster, zombies are simply angels.

The disciple of Wan Jian Gui Sect who was closest to the monster saw him and shouted: "Stop!"

But the monster didn't seem to hear him.

The left leg was broken at 90 degrees forward from the calf;

His right foot turned 180 degrees.

Stooped, hunched over.

He continued to make that extremely unpleasant cry and walked towards the disciple.

The disciple's expression changed slightly: "Stop!"

But the monster still didn't stop.

A disciple of Wanjian's returning sect turned to Zhang Fan and asked, "What the hell is this?"

Zhang Fan didn't come back, but a strange smile appeared on his lips.

At this moment, the disciple of Wanjian Guizong who was closest to the monster saw that the distance between them was less than five meters, and he said angrily: "If you don't stop, I will take action!"

But the monster still had no intention of stopping.

The disciples who returned to the sect with ten thousand swords couldn't bear it anymore.

The index and middle fingers of the right hand came together, pointed forward suddenly, and shouted: "Unsheath!"

Choking——

The sword body and scabbard made a crisp friction sound.

The sword was like a blue shadow, instantly unsheathed and flying towards the monster.

Chi—

The long sword accurately penetrated the monster's head.

Then he accurately flew back to the disciples who returned to the sect of Ten Thousand Swords, and then put it into its sheath with a cry.

When everyone saw a hole in the monster's head, they all admired Wan Jian Guizong's methods.

However, at this moment, the scabbard on the disciple's back made a hissing sound.

Then his metal scabbard was corroded by a stream of thick blood-red mucus.

It turned out that the monster's blood was a kind of high-strength acid, which was brought back after being contaminated on the sword body.

At this time, a long scream was heard from the returning disciple of Wanjian Sect.

"ah--"

When everyone went to look, they saw him rolling on the ground, screaming miserably.

The clothes on the back had long been corroded into pieces.

The skin on the back has also been corroded through, and the bones inside are making a sizzling sound, with blood-red bubbles constantly rising. It exudes a fishy smell.

The blood-red viscous liquid fell to the ground, and the ground was corroded into a pit the size of a human head.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this, and the disciples from other sects scattered one after another.

The disciples of Wan Jian Gui Sect gathered around and tried to rescue the disciple.

But at this moment, a clicking sound came from the monster's mouth.

Its twisted and deformed arms covered its bulging belly, and it kept making gurgling sounds in its throat.

"No, go back quickly——"

The Martial Saint, who returned to his clan with ten thousand swords, quickly ordered.

But, it's too late.

After a gurgling sound came from the monster's throat, suddenly——

vomit----

Its mouth looked like it had been torn open by life, and a smelly, viscous liquid spurted out, like the nozzle of a sprinkler.