I, a Demon Slayer Girl, is Invincible!

"Not good! Golden Butterfly Fan!" The old man's pupils tightened and he panicked.

Although he is average in strength, he has lived for so many years, and he still has some knowledge.

This golden butterfly is a kind of zerg, and its dust is used to break evil, and it is the most restraint of the evil spirit of corpse.

As soon as the big man made his move, the old man immediately knew that his Moshuang Sect was being targeted.

'He wants to step on our Moshuangzong to the top! ' The expression of the old man suddenly became fierce.

All over the body, black qi spewed out like he didn't want money, sizzling, and finally, the black qi consumed most of it and blocked the flames.

The old man was trembling all over, almost crumbling, his attributes were incompatible, and his mana consumption was too great.

The big man saw the opportunity, and there was a muffled sound under his feet, and he rushed over like a sharp arrow.

"Old thing!" The big man grinned and threw a punch, hitting the old man's lower abdomen.

puff.

The old man flew out like a broken sack, smashed against the hotel wall, and spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

"Hahaha! If the Moshuang Sect is only capable of this, don't participate in the Doufa Conference, and honestly hand over the sect station! A bunch of trash!"

But, right now.

The door of the hotel opened, and Jiang Yuning in a black robe walked out slowly.

Seeing the people in Leihuotang looking towards her, Jiang Yuning's expression was extremely calm.

She looked at the big man lightly, with a sneer at the corner of her mouth, "Leihuotang?"

I saw Jiang Yuning stretched out his hand and shook it at the big man.

Jiang Yuning said lightly, "Give you three days to arrange your own funeral."

When you're done, turn around and leave.

"What are you pretending to be?!" When the big man saw Jiang Yuning's dress, he panicked at first, but he didn't feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, but he suddenly thought that this person was just bluffing.

He was about to clench his fists and move forward, but he suddenly felt a sense of weakness, and there was a tingling sensation all over his body. At the same time, the disciple of Thunder Fire Hall behind him exclaimed.

"Brother, on you..."

On me... The big man was startled and looked at a bronze mirror on the street.

I saw a large number of thick and hard white hairs growing out of his face, hands, and even his body, and the skin all over his body instantly turned dark blue, not like a living person.

"No! I..."

Gu Qingan let out a slight breath of his own, and in an instant, he began to drive this person to start turning into a corpse, transforming into a white-haired zombie.

'Kicked the iron plate! ’ The big man was horrified, he didn’t even dare to say more, and hurriedly left with his subordinates in despair.

Gu Qingan leaned against the window, the old **** was watching this scene, took a sip of tea, and showed a smile.

Since then, the Moshuang Sect, who was in awe of Jiang Yuning, was full of respect and fear towards her.

'The newly appointed elder of the Moshuang Sect' also gained some fame in Jiankang.

…

And at the same time.

In the center of Jiankang, there is an incomparably huge Taoist temple.

This is the Baiyun Temple, the main altar of Zhengyi.

After all, Zhengyi is the real master of the beam.

Taoist temples are more luxurious than palaces, isn't it common sense?

At this time, an attendant led the real person of Feiling, Huan Yi, to walk inside the Taoist temple. In the corridor, the candles were always bright, and it was unusually quiet.

After about ten minutes, the attendant stopped in front of a practice hall.

"Huan Zhenren, Lord Daoist is waiting for you here, please come in."

hum.

The door trembled and opened automatically, revealing the deep darkness within.

Looking at the darkness, a trace of fear appeared in Huan Yi's heart.

Chapter 382 This wave, this wave is the fifth layer of 4K

The fear of facing the dark is rooted in the heart of any creature who cannot see at night.

Of course, it also includes the human race of the Senluo world.

Fear comes from the unknown, and darkness can almost be equated with the unknown.

Huan Yi's heart skipped a beat, took a deep breath, and walked towards the darkness.

As he advanced, the darkness began to shrink, allowing him to see the interior furnishings of the dimly lit hall.

In this hall, countless precious spiritual things are spread out, filled with strange medicinal fragrance, and carpets with various symbols painted all over the earth.

Just breathing, Huan Yi felt the flow of spiritual energy in his body quicker.

It is conceivable that staying here for a long time will be of great benefit to the practice.

And Master Zheng Dao has been in this hall for 20 years.

Not sleeping, not resting, not eating, not sleeping, there is only one word in one mind.

To be able to stay in this environment for twenty years...

Thinking of this, before he knew it, an inexplicable fear rose in Huan Yi's heart.

Huan Yi walked on the carpet step by step, heading towards the depths of the hall. In his heart, a pressure that seemed to be suffocating gradually surged up, like sea water, almost over his nose and mouth.

call.

He unconsciously increased the intensity and frequency of his breathing, trying to break free from this pressure, but he was like a victim in a quagmire, unable to break free.

"Is this the power of the Taoist..." Huan Yi's heart was full of fear and overwhelm.

Even if he is a dignified real baby, at this time, he is no better than a three-year-old child.

I don't know how long has passed, just when Huan Yi felt that he was about to be swallowed up by the pressure like the sea, the pressure suddenly dissipated, which made Huan Yi's muscles loosen and almost fell to the ground.

At this time, the vision in front of him returned to normal, or in other words, it had always been normal vision, but the pressure like a tide made him ignore his vision.

In front of him, there was a row of screens, and behind the screens, there was a sound.

"Huan Yi..."

"What's the matter with this request?"

"It's you Feiling Sect, is something wrong?"

This voice was neither sad nor happy, and could not hear any emotional fluctuations. It was like an immortal **** above the nine heavens, ruthless and ruthless, ignoring all living beings.

But Huan Yi didn't care. He was waiting for this sentence. Once he heard this, he would not be sleepy!

"Daoist! You must be the master of our Feiling Sect!"

He immediately fell to his knees on the ground, tears streaming down his face immediately, weeping bitterly.

"Daoist, these days, for you to collect things to avoid robbery day and night, for more than ten days, even the sect has not returned."

"And I, flying up and down the sect, is also for you to keep collecting resources, and I have paid blood and sweat, which can almost change the color of Lanjiang."

"But...but..."

"There is actually a young disciple who slaughtered the whole family of my Feiling Sect while I was not there. It's really crazy and inhuman!"

"After this person destroyed my door, he also swept away the spiritual things we collected for you, Taoist..."

Huan Yi said, the grief on his face became even stronger.

The Taoist did not say anything and watched Huan Yi's performance quietly.

And Huan Yi also seemed to understand that what he had done was a little too far, his grief subsided a little, and the conversation changed.

\"Fortunately! The treasures of the sects you named have always been carried by you and have not been lost.\"

"Bring it up." The Taoist master's voice was calm, as if he still had no mood swings.

Huan Yi felt that there was a condensed pulling force in front of him, and he immediately took out from the storage ring, the alchemy objects in the sect that had been destroyed by him, such as the Dan Xin sect.

The next moment, these disaster-avoidance objects disappeared in front of his eyes.

"Yes, Huan Yi, you have done a good job." The voice of the Taoist was still indifferent, but a little less ruthless.

hum!

A golden token appeared in front of the real person Huan Yi.

"Choose one from the heaven-level treasure house."

"After a while, I will give you a better station to rebuild the Feiling Sect."

"Thank you, Daoist!" Huan Yi's eyes flashed with joy, and he bowed to the screen.

However, he hesitated for a moment, his face changed slightly, and he whispered after a while.

"Daoist, the situation in the southeast is so complicated now, and Jiankang is even more mixed because of Taihe's birthday. I don't know how many people have mixed up recently..."

"Do you want to do a cleaning before you cross the calamity?"

"If so, I wish to die for the Taoist Lord!"

"No need to worry..." After listening to Huan Yi's words, the Taoist said lightly.

"I already have a way to win."

"The younger generation, why bother?" The Taoist said here, showing a slight smile.

"The Lord of the Dao Divine Power! Thousands of years!" Huan Yi cheered.

Unexpectedly, the Taoist master was so confident, Huan Yi immediately decided that his hard work during this period of time was worth it.

Master Zhengdao has ruled for hundreds of years, and has long established an amazing prestige for him, even if he did not give any evidence, but that kind of self-confidence has infected Huan Yi unconsciously.

"Okay, back off."

"Yes." Huan Yi bowed and retired.

The gate of the main hall slowly closed, and the whole hall fell into darkness again, extremely silent, without the slightest sound.

After a long time, the voice of the master sounded again, as if he was feeling something, and his tone was melancholy.

"Tian Shou, Tian Shou..."

"My flesh and blood is still full of vitality, and my soul is still extremely clear, aura is majestic, and the power is at its peak. It should be no problem to live for thousands of years."

"Why, do you face the calamity of Tianshou now? Is this the rule of the heaven and the underworld?"

"It's ridiculous! Even if there are gods and demons, they don't want me to die."

The voice of the master is gradually taking on the meaning of madness.

"Even in this age where immortality is impossible!"

"I want to become a fairy too!"

…

At night in Jiankang, the lights are still bright, and it is a prosperous scene.

Cultivators with extraordinary power, as long as they are willing to work hard, create a city that never sleeps, it is completely no problem.

But at the same time, under such prosperity, it is also the best cover for evil.

Inside an inn.

The big man of Thunder Fire Hall who provoked Moshuang Sect in the daytime was lying on the bed with uprightness like a gossamer.

However, on his body, white hair still grows slowly but unstoppably.

Death is beckoning to him.

Although he said he would give you three days to organize the funeral, in fact, Gu Qingan's evil spirit, even if it was only a trivial trace, could not be stopped by this big man.

Just a few hours later, he was about to reach the end of his life.