Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

Judging from the scene in front of him, what happened just now seemed like a nightmare.

"I'm afraid you haven't woken up." Zhuge Feng waited for his son to reprimand him.

There was unconcealable horror in his brows, just now he also thought he had a bizarre nightmare.

However, when he saw the picture scroll hanging on the wall, he found that the picture on the scroll had disappeared, leaving only a large black spot, like the ashes left by a flame.

And in the ashes, there are hundreds of criss-crossed cracks looming, almost tearing up the entire scroll.

"Master Wang." Ye Fan looked at the old man who was slowly sitting up from the bed, and comforted him: "You don't have to worry about it in the future, the demon has been killed by me."

Master Wang was in a daze, as if he hadn't reacted.

He slowly turned his head to look at the picture scroll hanging on the wall, his eyes filled with cloudy tears.

The tree demon had indeed been wiped out, but he was the only one left in the Wang family, and all this seemed completely meaningless.

"Hey! Thank you Immortal Ye."

Master Wang calmed down, let out a long sigh, and bowed deeply to Ye Fan: "In a few days, this old man will give you a great gift as a reward for Immortal Ye's great kindness."

Ye Fan just nodded slightly, not knowing what to say, he went straight to the door.

He couldn't see such a scene, no matter what he said, it seemed superfluous.

Zhuge Feng also sighed, and cupped his hands towards Master Wang and said, "I'm sorry for your old age."

After speaking, he led Zhuge Yang out of the room. In the dim room, only the haggard Mr. Wang was left looking at the scroll with dull eyes.

In the room, there was a sound of moaning and sighing...

"Pfft!"

In a dimly lit cave, a man wearing a gossip robe and with wicker-like white eyebrows hanging from the corners of his eyes sat cross-legged on a high altar.

At this moment, dark red blood sprayed from his mouth, and it fell in front of him, printing a large plum blossom.

The violent aura surged in his body, like a wild beast that had run loose, sweeping across the ten directions.

Guarding his surroundings, the disciples in strange Taoist robes all lowered their heads tremblingly, bowing their heads under the berserk breath.

The old man's mung bean-like eyes were full of fierceness, he raised his eagle-clawed and skinny right hand, and wiped away the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth: "Where did the great master of martial arts come from..."

"How could a great master of martial arts be born in the Dharma-ending era, who actually ruined my long-term plan and destroyed my magic weapon!"

He suddenly got up from the altar, his incomplete teeth pressed against his lips, and his eyes of hatred were enough to swallow everything.

His angry voice echoed in the cave: "No matter who you are, I will kill you if you go up to Qiongbi and down to Huangquan."

"Fortunately, although the magic weapon is destroyed, I have already got what I want. Soon, as long as my Yin-Yang Temple is refined, I can ride freely in all directions."

Chapter 547 People are not plants, how can they be ruthless!

In front of the old man, there were hundreds of paper figurines kneeling.

Behind those paper figurines is a lifelike palace made of paper.

The palace is magnificent and exquisitely furnished, just like the living quarters of ancient emperors.

There are densely packed spells engraved on the palace, and these spells seem mysterious and incomprehensible.

The most amazing thing is that the space around the palace is rippling like water waves, slightly distorted.

"The catastrophe is approaching, yin and yang are reversed, the world is overturned, and all living beings cannot escape."

"Only I can rely on the Yin-Yang Temple to shuttle between Yin-Yang gaps, live forever, and live forever!"

"When those old and immortal perish, I will be the only one left in the world to enjoy the eternal life. No matter what I want to do, no one can stop me. Sooner or later, I will work hard to reshape my own world of bliss .”

This person is topsy-turvy and keeps talking crazy words.

It made those paper figurines tremble with fright, not daring to vent their breath.

Zhuge's house was still brightly lit.

It seems that a long time has passed in the picture scroll space, but only a few hours have passed in the real world.

As for the dilapidated picture scroll, the formation was shattered, and the magic weapon itself was also in disintegration. The only tree demon kept in it was also beheaded by Ye Fan.

So the picture scroll is no longer harmful, and Ye Fan didn't completely destroy it, so he simply left it for Mr. Wang to think about.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect?

Ye Fan is not a hard-hearted person. Although he is not a saint, he is definitely not a pedantic person.

It wouldn't even destroy Master Wang's only thought, it would be too cruel to do so.

"You are back."

Huang Yue looked at the three people who came back intact, and the stone hanging in her heart finally fell into her stomach.

She brought out three porcelain bowls and said with a smile: "I made chicken soup for you, drink it while it's hot to fill your stomach."

A strong smell of meat wafted from the porcelain bowl. Ye Fan didn't treat himself as an outsider, so he said thank you and picked up the porcelain bowl to enjoy.

I have to say that Huang Yue's cooking skills are really good, at least Ye Fan is very satisfied with this bowl of chicken soup.

On the other hand, Zhuge Feng, looking at the chicken soup in front of him, thought of something, covered his mouth and ran out of the hall, and soon there was the sound of retching.