The evil god seizes the house, I will fail

"The Holy Maiden is also a young girl, and it is the time when she is in love, so you must be careful."

Elder Wang Shu reminded.

Ji Maling was a little nervous, because of the existence of the witch in her body, she was not worried about being implanted with acacia lines, but was afraid of revealing her true thoughts.

For example, it is actually a fact that a younger brother is in charge.

To be honest, she has become very strange since her brother woke up.

From time to time, he would secretly look at the other person's profile, the more he looked the better.

There are also scenes of him repeatedly blocking in front of him.

The usual jokes and casual physical contact made her blush and heartbeat.

So much so that I have to change the sheets every morning.

"Such a perverted ability! Isn't Captain Luo and the others dangerous?"

Qiu He turned pale with shock: "We must hurry up."

Xue Yue swallowed her saliva, her personality was as indifferent as she was planning to punch.

"I heard that it was three girls who were arrested?"

Elder Wang Shu shook his head and said, "That would be more ominous..."

As soon as this remark came out, the atmosphere in the cabin was a little heavy.

"The essence of love poison is a kind of spiritual idea?"

Ji Yan pondered for a moment, and suddenly understood what was going on.

Tina is his disciple.

But if the Acacia suzerain wants to turn that woman into his slave with love poison, he must invade the soul source in the deepest part of consciousness, and then implant the acacia pattern.

But in doing so, there is a hurdle that cannot be circumvented.

That's Ji Yan!

"Interesting, let me fight with you."

Ji Yan closed his eyes, and his consciousness dived into the black abyss.

The scarlet evil moon shrouded the abyss, and the dark sea boiled.

Ten ancient thrones are suspended in the sea of ​​darkness, and clusters of soul fires are sleeping.

And in the sixth group of soul fire, there seemed to be some changes.

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On the dark long street, pink fog covered the sky, flocking to the wooden houses in the distance.

"Sect Master Wen's love poison really lives up to his reputation." Qing Su praised.

Although the Acacia Sect's frontal combat ability is not strong, the poison of this hand is really terrifying.

Its inheritance is divided into Yinzong and Yangzong.

The yang sect is aimed at women, while the yin sect is designed to seduce men.

When the Hehuan Sect makes a move, it is often possible to complete the battle without bloodshed.

"That's natural... Hahahaha, I didn't expect that the Pope's daughter actually has the power of the Rhine God in her body! Moreover, she doesn't have the will of the Rhine God in her body!" Wen Ruyuan's eyes sparkled, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually widened, revealing A greedy and rampant look!

This is simply a once in a lifetime opportunity!

"I said that there will be no accidents tonight. This is a great gift."

Qing Su smiled, and said casually: "It's just as a bargaining chip, and it still has to be handed over to the Mass, but before that, Sect Master Wen can do whatever he wants."

Wen Ruyuan licked his lips, and said hoarsely: "Go back and thank His Highness the Prince for me. Next, just get rid of the last woman."

Luo Qingyou already has acacia lines in her body, which are not affected by love poison.

As long as the remaining two women are eliminated and they are not allowed to use the Hehuan bell, they will be done.

The reason why she is so cautious is because Luo Qingyou is a sword cultivator in the middle of the seventh rank.

For an existence of this level, as long as the Acacia Bell is used to give her a second to wake up, she will desperately use the most powerful sword move and fight to the death.

Wen Rugu's frontal combat ability is very poor, and it is too easy for a seventh-level swordsman to kill him with a single blow.

Therefore, without complete certainty, he never reveals his position.

"Up to 1 minutes."

Wen Ru smiled.

As he expected, the situation in the wooden house was not optimistic.

Christine fell to the ground, her delicate and delicate face flushed with sweat.

Her heart was extremely hot, as if there were thousands of ants crawling around on her skin, a pair of slender and beautiful white legs also glowed an attractive pink, rubbing together.

"Ah~"

Tina knelt on the ground with her hair disheveled, her hands firmly grasping the ground, her eyes misty and moist.

Her red lips parted slightly, and she silently called that name, repeating it over and over again.

"Hold your breath and concentrate, abandon the distracting thoughts in your heart!"

Luo Qingyou was about to die of anxiety, but she couldn't do anything, she couldn't help stamping her feet, and cursed angrily: "Damn, Christine, how old are you, why do you have someone who is thinking of spring? And Tina , aren't you not interested in men?"

There is only one reason why these two girls are so unbearable in front of love and poison.

They have desires in their hearts.

However, although the poison of love made them lose their combat effectiveness, they did not give birth to acacia lines.

Because the two girls have the same person in their hearts.

At this moment, a majestic voice suddenly sounded in the silence.

"--roll!"

boom!

The sound roared like thunder, echoing in the night like a sea tide.

The overwhelming pink fog suddenly collapsed!

Luo Qingyou subconsciously pressed the sword box, her ears buzzing.

the next moment.

Tina's delicate body trembled slightly, and a faint phantom appeared in her eyes.

It was a handsome and delicate young man with a cold and majestic expression.

This phantom was purely formed by the condensation of spiritual thoughts, and it actually walked out of thin air, with a thin and slender figure rising steadily, piercing through the dome with a bang, standing upright!

"This, this is..."

Luo Qingyou couldn't believe that she saw this figure, which was both familiar and strange.

This turned out to be the Holy Son of the Huangzong!

"It's him……"

Christine was limp on the ground, and the moment she heard the voice, she seemed to have found a spiritual support.

She raised a pair of charming eyes like silk, and looked up.

At this moment, a long-lost sense of security emerged in her heart.

"Owner……"

Tina also had that indescribable sense of security.

There was only one thought in her mind.

It's really great to be a follower of the master!

The phantom that towered above the sky and the ground snorted coldly, and in the night, a gust of wind suddenly rose, roaring endlessly.

In the sky and on the ground, there is a sharp sword intent.

puff!

Wen Rugu's secret technique was broken, and he suddenly spewed out a mouthful of bright red blood, with a shocked expression on his face.

"Sect Master Wen!"

Qing Su quickly supported him: "Are you all right?"

Wen Ruyuan's face was full of horror, as if he had lost his mind, and murmured: "What the hell, what the hell is this! It's terrible, who is he!"

Qingsu had never seen the suzerain so gaffe.

Although the opponent's frontal combat capability is not strong.

But in the confrontation of spiritual ideas, he has never lost.

He looked up at the phantom that towered above the sky, and murmured, "Holy Son of the Desolate Sect..."

Wen Rugu is at the peak of the eighth rank, and this one has no moisture. Although he doesn't have any positive combat ability, his consciousness or spiritual power can be said to be honed and extremely majestic.

It can be said that among the same level, he has never encountered an opponent.

But this time, he was completely defeated.

"It's too dark, what the hell is this? Why is it pitch black? Is this the sea? Get out of my mind! Get out of here!" Wen Ruzhi closed his eyes tightly, with bright red blood flowing down from the corners of his eyes. Holding his head tightly with both hands, he yelled as he stepped back, hysterical.

No one could hear the whispers echoing in his ears, like countless ghosts gathered together, it was clear that the sound was so distant and subtle, but it was like the roar of thousands of people.

It's terrifying.

Qingsu turned pale with shock, seeing that the other party was about to go mad to death, he couldn't help but gritted his teeth, took out a blue porcelain bottle from his bosom, and poured out several pills in one go.

Then forcefully stuffed it into the opponent's mouth.

The next moment, the heart-piercing roar stopped abruptly.

Ji Yan's mental projection was suspended in the air, overlooking everything below, and muttered: "Unfortunately, what he invaded was Tina's soul, not mine, otherwise he could have been killed just now. Of course, if I have recovered to the level of a god, then he must die too."

But even so, this kind of mental damage is very serious.

Even if it is the peak of the eighth order, it will not be slowed down for a while.

But then, something happened that he didn't expect.

After Wen Rugu took those pills, he gradually calmed down, and the blood and tears in the corners of his eyes stopped flowing. Even though he still looked extremely frightened, he was much better.

"Interesting, what kind of elixir is this?"

Ji Yan is quite interested in this, but he is just a mental projection now.

There is no way to grab it and play.

But the sense of oppression he felt at this moment was extremely strong, and an indomitable phantom stood in the night, even though he looked like a boy, he was still indifferent and majestic.

Qing Su raised his head and said with a stern face: "Is the Holy Son of Huangzong coming to meddle in this kind of thing too? You caused me to waste five precious pills just now, I remember you."

Wen Ruyuan felt a little uncomfortable when he heard that.

What's the matter, it's a waste to use the pill for him!

"Oh? You know me?"

Ji Yan was a little surprised.

"With that face on your face, there will be no one in the sanctuary who doesn't know you."

Qing Su explained: "You look very similar to your mother."

Wen Ruyuan closed his eyes, his expression changed slightly, and he said, "What? He is Bai Zimu's son? Didn't it mean that his soul was broken? How could he be so strong?"

At this moment, he once recalled the fear of being dominated by that woman 20 years ago.

There is also the recent tragedy of the Acacia Sect.