Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

Yang An saw the two puppets blocking the footsteps of the man and woman, and he quickly dodged to his master's side.

At this time, Yang Jie was still lying motionless in the shallow ditch. The ragged clothes on his back revealed a gray and black back. Yang An staggered quickly and ran to his master's side, and helped him up in panic.

"Master, Master, how are you? Don't scare me, Master." Yang An turned over his master's face. Fortunately, his face was still clean. He stuffed several pills into his master's mouth.

The elixir took effect quickly. He was shocked by the power of the black fire bullet and did not directly explode on his body. Therefore, under the effect of the elixir, he quickly woke up, even the burning flesh and blood on his back. It's all scabbing over, and there's no pain left at all.

"Yang An, is this emperor okay?" Yang Jie woke up, his head was still buzzing at the moment when the black ball exploded.

"Yes, Master, I just gave you the elixir. You should be fine now. Master, it's good that you are fine. However, the situation is not good for us now. Master, I will take you away." Yang An hoped that his master would leave now. He glanced at the two puppets and feared that they wouldn't be able to stop him for long. So he was a little anxious and wanted his master to leave as soon as possible.

"Why are you walking? I still... touch you," Yang Jie turned his head in the direction of the fight and saw a puppet being smashed to pieces by Fu Ling'er's fist. Then another puppet was held by Lingyou's arm with one hand and his ankle with the other.

"Zira"

With a tug, the puppet was torn into two pieces. Fortunately, the puppet had no flesh and blood, otherwise it would have been splashed everywhere. That scene would be so disgusting.

"Is it her? She was the one who threw the black fireball at me. Damn it, where did you come from? How dare you ruin this emperor's good deeds?" When Yang Jie saw Fu Ling'er's face, bad memories flooded into him. mind.

Yang Jie stood up and suddenly felt a chill on his back. When he realized something, his face froze. Immediately, black energy surged all over his body, and his whole body was submerged in the black energy. The next moment, a cold and stern man dressed in fresh clothes appeared in front of several people.

Fu Ling'er and Lingyou dealt with the puppet and quickly moved fifty meters away in front of Yang Jie. Only then did the two sides size up each other.

The man opposite was tall and thin, with a handsome face. He looked in his thirties and had a handsome scholarly temperament all over his body. I never thought that this clean temperament would be ruined by his gloomy and evil aura.

"This is the true form of the clone. It's really unexpected. Although it is somewhat similar to his previous clone, it's still too different."

"Sister Ling, his clone has independent consciousness. He must not like the appearance of his original body."

"Well, it's possible,"

Just when the two of them were commenting on Yang Jie, Yang Jie stared at Fu Ling'er with his cold and evil eyes, and his voice was filled with ice.

"Huangkou boy, are you the one who ruined my good deeds? Tell me your name. I will not kill the nameless ghost with my sword."

"It doesn't matter who you are. I'm really curious about who you are. You are so crazy and crazy, and you do such outrageous things. Aren't you afraid of thunder from the sky?"

"Haha, I will not change my name or my surname, and that's the case for Yang Jian. Little girl, you are not very capable, but your tone is not small. Hahaha, the sky is struck by lightning? Can it hit? I do want to be struck by it. With.

how? I dare not give my name. Could it be that someone from some ravine is here to make a fool of myself? Then you are very lenient. I ask you, were you also responsible for the previous two incidents? "Yang Jie's eyes were fierce, and black energy lingered around him.

"So what if I did it? You did so many crazy things, just to cultivate your resentment. If you don't practice such fresh spiritual power, but practice crooked ways, you won't be the same people who were on the verge of death when you were imprisoned.

No, he probably died and was resurrected with resentment, so he could only practice resentment, right?

What is the purpose of cultivating resentment by working so hard to create grievances? Let me guess,

oops! Could it be that he was imprisoned and wanted to gain the supreme strength to break through this huge prison and escape? Hahaha, I advise you not to waste your efforts. A guy like you who has no bottom line in humanity, now that he is locked up, don’t even think about getting out while I am here. "

"You...what do you know? Who are you? Are you...no, you're not..." Yang Jie was extremely shocked by Fu Linger's words. Fu Linger's words were almost word for word. Tell him his origin, resurrection and purpose accurately.

If Fu Ling'er's bone age hadn't told him that she was very young, and she didn't look like a resurrected person like him, let alone someone's reincarnation, how could he know his origin?

Fu Ling'er's words successfully frightened him, and Yang Jie seemed to think of that unprecedented battle again.

He was originally a close person to that person, but for some reason, he later got involved with a group of rebels and stabbed him in the back. As a result, the rebels failed in their rebellion. Their leaders were also hit with numerous casualties.

Later, the man was so angry that he used thunderous means to expel all the rebels and all the people in the three tribes to the end of the horizon, divided a barren land, and then drew the ground as a prison to imprison them in this world. He will never be able to leave, and he will never be promoted.

Now that he thought about it, it had been tens of millions of years since he was imprisoned. It had been so long that he had almost forgotten what that person looked like? How many times in the dead of night had he regretted, why did he go to that point?

Actually...actually that man treated him well. Stop, don't think about it. Yang Jie shook his head crazily,

He didn't dare to recall, let alone face his past betrayal, so he could only go to the dark side.

Yang Jie put aside his chaotic thoughts and faced Du Ling'er again.

This time he was even more angry than before, as if the darkest and most rotten part of his heart had been touched, and his eyes became sinister and fierce.

"Humph, I don't know what to say. Since you dare to harm this emperor's good deeds, you must be prepared to be my nourishment. Stop talking nonsense and take your life." Yang Jie just wanted to kill the mysterious woman in front of him, regardless of her. How much truth do you know? No matter where she comes from? Just kill.

If you kill him, no one will know what happened.

Yang Jie made a hand seal, black energy surged, and the black energy behind him turned into countless ropes. The ropes spread in all directions, then gathered into a net, and rushed towards Fu Ling'er and Lingyou.

Fu Ling'er looked at the big black nets formed by resentment, and her expression of excitement was palpable. Not only did she not retreat, but she turned her head to face the large black net coming from the bedding.

Yang Jie stared at Fu Ling'er's every move with his sinister eyes, thinking that she was frightened and secretly excited. After all, there is no spiritual cultivator who is not afraid of resentment entering her body, especially if the resentment turns into a dragnet. As long as the net touches her, she will be doomed.

In the blink of an eye, Fu Linger was enveloped in a dragnet. Yang Jie seemed to have seen her struggling desperately, but being restrained tighter and tighter.

However, before he could be happy, the strange scene that followed left him stunned.