Hell Live Room

The sharp blade of the soul-destroying sickle grazed the skin again and again, bringing a chill to the forest.

But at this moment, a scorching red light melted the ice, and the whole room became like a furnace.

"This is... evil spirit?!"

Qin Wenzhong was stunned for a moment, a fiery red light flickered in his eyes, anyway, he had already joined the Sanqinghui, so cultivating was not too much.Thinking of this, the frequency of his hands slowed down slightly: "Lu Hai, if you want to survive, there is no way out. If you give me the method of evil cultivation, I will spare your life, how about it?"

"Heh, when I entered the Yin Division, I heard that Mr. Qin Tiegong was selfless and said one thing, and you are really not like you now."

Lu Hai was a little embarrassed, but much better than before.

The evil spirit continued to replenish his physical strength, overdrafting Lu Hai's body like a stimulant.

While dodging, his hands kept leaving evil spirits on the ground.

"Hmph, you still want to be brave, don't think that you are the only one who has it. Since you don't want to be given a way out, then...go to die!"

Qin Wenzhong approached step by step, with a determined killing intent.

But soon, the progress was blocked by red silk threads.

Unknowingly, the room was covered with red lightning wires, which were as thick as rice noodles and criss-crossed.

When the body accidentally touches the lightning line, there will be a tingling clicking sensation, and if it is passed quickly, it will even leave scars on the skin.

What kind of trick is this...

Qin Wenzhong frowned, and then slowed down.

"Twice!"

Qin Wenzhong tried to cut off the lightning wire, but the thunder wire after strengthening the evil spirit was really strong, even stronger than steel wire.

"However, don't think that this little trick can stump me, you underestimate Parade too much!"

The blade of the soul-destroying sickle suddenly flashed a soul-stirring blue light, and the sharp knife cut off the thunder line. With a wrong step, the blade slashed past like a full moon!
Clang!
The soul-destroying sickle slashed on the red talisman, making a sound of metal clashing.

The Zimao Talisman couldn't resist for a long time, Lu Hai hurriedly left from the spot, and cut the sickle dangerously close to his forehead on the ground, leaving a one-meter-deep gully.

Still barely.

Lu Hai wiped the cold sweat off his brow, thinking that fighting on an empty stomach is really a taboo...

It seems that it can only be outsmarted.

Lu Hai's eyes quickly turned around the room, and then he repeated the old trick, filling the room with lightning lines.

Although it was cut off constantly, it still slowed down the opponent's rhythm.

Next...

Lu Hai pulled out the talisman from behind, and also left traces on the ground...

"Does the same trick work?" Qin Wenzhong sneered.

Bursts of saber light slashed across, like breaking a spider's web, coming straight at it.

Lu Hai had been forced to the corner and could no longer avoid it. With a sudden pull, he retracted all the lightning wires, woven them into cloth, and covered his body with three layers.

Just at this time, the soul-destroying sickle has been cut off.

A muffled sound sounded, the soul-destroying sickle slashed at the thunder wire, breaking it one by one, and soon it had already scratched Lu Hai's skin, taking away the evil spirit in his body...

And Lu Hai stretched out his hand, aiming at Qin Wenzhong.

There was a rustling sound.

A series of crimson iron chains rose from the ground, covering Qin Wenzhong in front of him.

"Has it changed its shape? But, what's the use?!"

Qin Wenzhong was disdainful, and wanted to leave, but there were chains in all directions, trapping him.However, with the soul-destroying sickle in his hand, Qin Wenzhong didn't panic.

But just as he was about to take back the soul-destroying sickle, Qin Wenzhong's heart skipped a beat.

The soul-destroying sickle...is not listening!

Not only that, even his own Yin Qi couldn't be mobilized. The red lightning chains, like a formation, isolated him from the world.

"This...isn't the trick just now!" Qin Wenzhong was shocked, and his heart suddenly panicked.

"That's a good guess, but it's too late." Lu Hai showed a tired smile.

thunder lock.

It is a move that Lu Hai comprehended based on Yu Zhen's Thunder Nine Dragon Formation, which can separate the world.

Just now, using the cover of the thunder wire, the thunder lock was placed down.

"ended."

Lu Hai reached out and snatched Qin Wenzhong's soul-destroying sickle, and looked at Qin Wenzhong who was struggling helplessly in the Thunder Lock cage.

"No, it's impossible... Wait a minute, Lu Hai, you can't do this! Now I'm still your boss, are you going to rebel?!"

Qin Wenzhong panicked and struggled in the cage, but it didn't help.

"If rebelling against your boss is considered a rebellion, then I have rebelled countless times. Qin Wenzhong, go all the way, if you want to blame, I will blame you for choosing the wrong team."

Lu Hai raised the sickle, stopped listening to Qin Wenzhong's shout, and waved it down indifferently.

The blade left a cold arc in the air.

A head slipped off, fell to the ground, and rolled to Lu Hai's feet.

The thunder lock shattered and dissipated into the air.

Lu Hai clutched his shoulders—just now, he used the overlapping thunder wires to resist the attack and still left a lot of wounds. He glanced at the head on the ground indifferently, and prepared to leave with the soul-destroying sickle.

But at this moment, Lu Hai felt a red light emerging from Qin Wenzhong's body, spinning and flying in the air, and finally penetrated into his body.

In an instant, Lu Hai felt the perfect fusion of red light and evil spirit, increasing the total amount of evil spirit by nearly one-tenth!

Lu Hai was surprised.

What happened just now?

There is evil spirit in the murder account?

But when he killed Chu Jiang before, there was no reaction.

Could it be said that killing someone with a higher level of cultivation than oneself would have such a reaction?

For a while, Lu Hai's thoughts surged.

After entering the evil cultivator, the soul-locking ring's function of cleansing grievances becomes dispensable, after all, it can only provide Yin Qi.But now, another shortcut is in front of us.

But Lu Hai couldn't be happy at all.

What is certain is that his soul-locking ring does not have such a function for the time being, and after much deliberation, only meditation is left.

Sure enough, Yue Mubai had no good intentions at the time.

Sending him to meditate in a roundabout way is presumably with the intention of making him become a cultivator by mistake in the future.At that time, the Yin Division will not allow him, and there will only be two paths: the Sanqinghui or the casual cultivator.

But what Yue Mubai didn't expect was that Lu Hai took this path independently.

Now it is convenient for Lu Hai to meditate on the plundering evil spirit.

"Humans are not as good as gods."

Lu Hai sighed, covered the unstoppable blood on his shoulder with one hand, and left the room with the soul-destroying sickle in the other.

When passing by Guisi Prison, there were still two corpses lying on the ground. They were the two ghost servants who were in charge of guarding the prison here.

Lu Hai mourned in silence, turned his head and left the prison.

When I was fighting just now, I was so absorbed in the battle that I didn't pay attention to the outside. Only now did I realize that the fighting sound from the Wusheng Temple had disappeared at some point.

Bai Liuli, she should be fine, right?

Lu Hai's pace was a little faster, and he hurried to the past.

There was nothing along the way, until Wu Shengdian appeared in the field of vision, Lu Hai saw a figure.

Or rather, a half-figure.

At the entrance of the Wusheng Temple in a mess, the ground is full of gullies, and the potholes are even crushed into glazed shapes.

A figure wearing a black judge's uniform was half-kneeling on the ground, and his tall hat fell to the ground. The man's left arm... It should be said that starting from the shoulder, the left third of his body was cut off.

But judging by the heaving chest of the other party, he was not dead yet.

The city sentenced to black face.

The top name on the mole list.

It seemed that he was the one who launched the raid.

But what about Yan Jun?

As Lu Hai approached slowly, he looked around and vaguely saw a white robe in the hall...

Is it okay?

When Lu Hai passed the city and was sentenced to blackface, a weak hand grabbed his leg and foot.

"You, you... Where's Qin Wenzhong?" The black face was almost dead, and the voice was low and almost silent.

"Ah, you want to see him?" Lu Hai looked down at him.

"You..." Cheng Juan Heimian was about to speak when he coughed suddenly, spitting out an indistinct blood clot.

"I knew it now, why bother at the beginning."

Lu Hai shook his head, swung down the soul-destroying sickle, and beheaded the once high-ranking city judge.

A red light ten times bigger than Qin Wenzhong emerged from Heimian and penetrated into Lu Hai's body, doubling the evil energy in his body for a moment, reaching the third stage of the ghost patrol in an instant!

It is simply a learned experience.

Lu Hai shook his head, suppressed his emotions, and walked into the Martial Saint Hall.

"Don't come in!"

Before Lu Hai could approach, he heard Bai Liuli's voice from inside.

The voice was harsh and urgent, but also weak, as if suppressing great pain.

Lu Hai froze outside the door, not knowing whether to go in or not.

"Uh, are you okay?"

Lu Hai had no choice but to stand outside the door and ask.

There was no sound inside for a long time, and after a long time, a weak voice came: "I'm fine, is that guy outside dead? It's fine, you go back."

Go back, where to go?
Lu Hai smiled wryly, could it be that he went back to the prison obediently?
Moreover, the voice inside sounds unsettling no matter what.

While hesitating, a painful moan of "Ugh" suddenly came from inside.

Bai Liuli didn't know what kind of pain she was enduring, and rolled on the ground.

How could Lu Hai bear it? Guan Xiao's grandma was inside, so she couldn't just leave her alone.

"I, I came in..."

Now is not the time to let the patient be willful, Lu Hai gritted his teeth and entered the Wusheng Hall.

The hall was also in a mess, and the idol had fallen to the ground.

However, Lu Hai had no time to pay attention, all eyes were attracted by Bai Liuli who was curled up on the ground.

After a great battle, Bai Liuli was lying on the ground in ragged clothes, her long silver hair was in a mess under the blanket.The torn clothes couldn't cover her white body, especially those 1.2-meter-long straight legs, which were almost completely exposed to the air.

The snow-white skin was covered with sweat stains, making it look oily and smooth.

Her legs were crossed, and a bump wrapped in purple satin emerged from the base of her plump thighs——

The dreamy snow-white long legs made Lu Hai almost stop breathing.

But soon, he noticed that there was a brown pen stuck in the middle of the mountain peak on Bai Liuli's chest, and the blood stained the whole chest.

This suppressed Lu Hai's churning thoughts.

"You, are you okay?" Lu Hai walked forward slowly.

"Who let you in, get out!" Bai Liuli's pale face turned red with embarrassment, and when she scolded, she couldn't help coughing painfully while clutching her chest.