As a result, many villagers holding weapons looked at each other with He Xiaotian and Luo Jie.

"people?!"

The first one, a middle-aged man about forty years old, frowned and said.

Next to him, there was a guy who looked about 50% similar to him, with a ghost-headed sword leaning on his shoulder.

Judging from the situation, these two are the brothers that He Xiaotian just heard the conversation with.

"weird!!"

Suddenly, the man carrying the sword pointed at Roger, who was standing up, and shouted angrily.

Then without saying a word, he bent his legs and jumped up to chop off the head of Roger who was holding the tablet in both hands.

Vice Minister Luo: “???”

If you disagree, kill them!

And it seems that we haven’t spoken yet. How did you survive to middle age in the earthly nightmare world with such recklessness?

Roger was too lazy to hide from the ghost-headed sword in the man's hand.

It's just an ordinary soldier, but it can split his head, isn't it?

"careful!"

He Xiaotian clearly saw a faint light flashing from the ghost head knife in the man's hand.

A wave of sharp energy overflowed, and even the surrounding tables, chairs, benches and other objects were instantly torn apart.

Especially at the fracture, the brilliance is like a mirror.

Roger naturally discovered the unusual power on the knife, and then the figure flashed.

"Boom!!"

An extremely sharp white light shot out from the Ghost Head Sword.

The stone floor was immediately divided into two parts and exposed from the wall.

The strange thing is that wherever Huaguang passed, it did not cause much damage to the ancestral hall.

It was actually a slight fracture, splitting the wall along the ground.

If you don't look carefully, most people may not be able to spot it.

"die"

The man holding the ghost-headed sword once again glanced at Roger, who had just stood still.

"brush!"

He Xiaotian's figure flashed and came to Luo Jie.

His right hand reached out like lightning, and his index and middle fingers pointed at the blade of the knife and pinched it lightly.

"Qiang!"

A spark suddenly burst out, and then no progress could be made.

"you?!"

The man's face was full of surprise. This sword was made from ancestors' incense sacrifice.

Not to mention the ordinary and weird things, even those invulnerable things in the wild that have been tempered to the peak of their bodies can be easily chopped open.

However, He Xiaotian was able to hold it between his two fingers without any injuries.

How can it not be surprising?

"Okay, Brother. They are human beings, not weirdos." The middle-aged man who was the leader of the villagers said.

"But brother, this man has three heads and six arms." Before he could finish speaking, He Xiaotian waved his arm.

"Deng Deng Deng"

The man holding the Ghost Head Sword felt an overwhelming force sweeping toward him layer by layer.

His body continued to retreat uncontrollably, and he retreated into the crowd in a dozen steps.

If you look closely, you will see that the position is exactly the same as when it exploded.

This shows how precise He Xiaotian's grasp of power is.

"Why did this strong man come to my village?"

The middle-aged man, who looked like a clan leader, took a step forward and clasped his hands in fists.

A strange look flashed across He Xiaotian's eyes. He knew clearly that what the other party was saying was not a real-life language, but he could still understand it.

Could it be another ability given by the bronze door?

He has not forgotten that the same was true of Youshi's words back then.

"The two of us came from the other side of the river crossing the river. After experiencing a series of events, we accidentally landed in this ancestral hall. We hope Haihan will do it." After all, it was he and Roger who took over the house of their ancestors.

If you are exposed, you have to admit your mistakes when you should. You can't be unreasonable and kill people with your fists without saying anything just because there is a reason.

"Brother, I believe what this man said. But that guy with three heads and six arms" the man holding the ghost head sword didn't finish his words. He saw the middle-aged clan leader and waved his hand.

"With the ancestral tablet here, no evil spirit or weirdness can be hidden. This man can move easily and his face does not change. It can be seen that he must be a human being. Although he looks a little different from us, you can't because

Kill someone based on his appearance." As the patriarch spoke, he paused midway, apparently searching for a better word to describe Roger.

"That's right, I'm sorry." The man slapped his forehead suddenly, put down the ghost head knife, and apologized to Roger with his hands clasped in fists.

He Xiaotian: ""

So careless?

"The power of the ancestral tablets in the Earth Nightmare Realm is very strong, and all the clan members believe it. The two of them do not believe in you, but in their own ancestors." A greedy voice sounded from behind, and He Xiaotian suddenly realized.

Only in this way can it be explained.

"Clan leader, patriarch. It's not good, it's not good."

Outside the crowd, a child of about twelve or thirteen years old ran up.

Of course, in the hell world, he cannot be considered a child, but can be called a man.
Chapter completed!