Cannon fodder's counterattack

outside the valley.

The three guardians standing on the high mountain saw the riot deep in the Ten Thousand Demons Cave, and their faces were filled with joy. They quickly came to Su Xin and said respectfully: "Demon Lord, they have entered the battle!"

Hearing this, Su Xin rolled his neck, slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were sinister and crazy, "You guys stay outside, if anyone breaks in, they will be killed without mercy!"

"Yes!"

Everyone respectfully sent Su Xin off.

The Third Protector looked around, raised his chin, waved his hand, and said coldly: "Surround this place and don't let a single fly in."

Not far away, Yan Jiang, hidden in the air, looked at the huge formation below and narrowed his eyes.

What the hell is Su Xin doing again!

Inside the Ten Thousand Demons Cave.

The evil wind is blowing everywhere, and the ghosts of injustice are howling.

Yuan Yihuan and the four of them flew along the irresistible suction force and finally fell into a huge pit.

The deep pit was filled with broken and damaged bones. Through the bones, a bloody giant formation could be vaguely seen. In the center of the huge formation, a thick black air rose into the sky and roared towards the surroundings.

It was still dark inside the pit, even colder and darker than outside.

Yuan Yihuan struggled hard to get up from the pile of bones.

Boom!

As she moved, there were dull collision sounds from the piled bones.

She didn't bother to study the formations beneath her, quickly found Han Ziqi's figure, and immediately attacked.

A ray of blue light suddenly cut through the dark pit and illuminated the sky here.

Han Ziqi noticed the murderous intention behind him, and a crazy smile appeared on his face. He didn't resist at all, turned his head and smiled sinisterly, and directly faced him with his body.

Yuan Yihuan's pupils shrank, and she quickly drew out a spell, but the speed of the Shanhe Brush was so fast that she had no time to recall it, so she could only try her best, but she could barely move the direction an inch.

I saw the green light speeding away unabated, wiping Han Ziqi's hair and shooting hard into the boulder behind him.

The huge impact made the tail end of Shanhe Pen tremble, and a crack spread from the center of the boulder to all sides.

"boom!"

A loud bang.

The boulder exploded, and fine pieces of stone flew out. They were instantly swept in by the raging Yin Qi at the top of the pit, and within a few breaths, they turned into invisible fly ash.

"mean!"

Yuan Yihuan recalled Shanhe Bi and stared at the confident Han Ziqi, the anger in his heart getting stronger and stronger.

Han Ziqi laughed proudly, "Hahaha, if you can, kill me. If I die, Han Lu won't survive!"

"Then we will force you out and trap you here forever, keeping company with these endless souls of injustice!" Shi Yuyao was disgusted by him and quickly formed a complex spiritual seal.

The light flashed, and a faint fragrance filled the air. Yuan Yihuan immediately blocked his sense of smell.

It's the smell of soul-stealing grass.

The soul-stealing grass is the elixir for refining soul-requiem pills. Normally, a monk will feel dazed after smelling it. But if someone who seizes a body or a monk with an unstable soul smells it, it will be a fatal elixir.

Coupled with the corresponding secret techniques, one can directly attack their souls and seize their souls in an instant.

Han Ziqi also smelled the smell. His expression changed, and with a wave of his hand, the Fusheng Sword came out of his sleeve and attacked Shi Yuyao.

Seeing this, Yu Tianze, who had been protecting Shi Yuyao, his eyes turned cold, and the Kuntian Fan took out his hand, flashing green light, blocking the sword light of the Fusheng Sword.

Yuan Yihuan took the opportunity to fly up, and in a flash, he came behind Han Ziqi, and knocked him away with a palm. At the same time, his fingertips moved slightly, and a very thin golden light followed closely, wrapping around his limbs. .

"Oh!"

He fell embarrassingly onto a pile of corpses, rolled his body in a circle, and landed in the center of the blood formation, within an inch of the thick black air pillar.

Under the control of others, Han Ziqi gave up his struggle and glanced around with cold eyes, finally resting on Yuan Yihuan's face.

"I didn't expect you really cared about him. Why, did you fall in love with him?"

He sneered and said mockingly: "Han Lu is a person who talks about people and ghosts. He seems to be affectionate, but in fact he is the most ruthless. If you like him, I'm afraid he will only treat you as a pet to tease you. "

"When his interest is over, you will be dispensable." He stared at Yuan Yihuan who did not move at all, and said with a meaningful smile: "Do you want me to help you?"

"As long as I tame his soul, you can do whatever you want from now on. If he doesn't listen to you, I will torture his soul. How about you cooperate?"

"Hmph!" Yuan Yihuan listened to his sputtering words and snorted disdainfully, "Cooperation, you are the only one?"

Han Ziqi couldn't stand the disdainful looks in these people's eyes. Seeing her like this, his anger suddenly rose and he said sternly: "I hate your face the most. Apart from the family background of the sect, what else do you have? If you had stripped away the If it’s him, he will be like me!”

"He will be like me. From now on, he will be trapped in that small world forever, unable to survive or die..."

"what!"

Before he finished speaking, a spiritual whip shot out and knocked him away. As soon as he landed, the spiritual whip followed closely behind him again and struck him hard.

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, looked at Yuan Yihuan who was standing with a whip, and sneered, "Are you feeling distressed?"

Yuan Yihuan didn't speak, but looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes cold and filled with murderous intent.

"Ah Huan, keep beating him!"

Suddenly, Shi Yuyao's serious voice sounded, and countless golden auras surged from behind, surrounding Han Ziqi.

In a sudden flash of inspiration, Han Ziqi's eyes froze, and his eyes instantly lost their brightness. A trace of extremely fine black energy slowly emerged from the center of his eyebrows, covering his entire handsome face.

For a moment, two faces intertwined on his face, terrifying and ferocious.

Yuan Yihuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ayao's secret technique took too long to perform. Fortunately, it was successful, and it was not in vain that she and Han Zi gave up nonsense for so long.

She clenched the spiritual whip in her hand, her eyes focused, and she secretly said.

Sorry!

The spiritual whip galloped away and struck Han Lu hard, one after another, without stopping.

If an uninformed person saw this scene, they would think that the two people had a grudge.

In the golden light, the gap between the exchanges between the two faces became shorter and shorter. In the end, they couldn't tell who was the other, and their appearance was very similar. If they didn't distinguish carefully, they couldn't tell who was Han Lu.

After a while, Han Lu's handsome face finally stopped its endless transformation, and Yuan Yihuan also withdrew his spiritual whip.

The three of them looked at each other subconsciously and stared at Han Lu with solemn expressions.

Who is left?