Someone always brushes my favorability

Ling Xiao's expression remained unchanged, and he leaped to fight with them, and saw the cold light of the Zhaoying Sword, shining a gorgeous purple light, and saw the sudden thunder, as if tearing the space, and the sword energy wantonly destroyed the ghost crying forest. everything of.

Those besieging ghost servants met their nemesis, their green and white ferocious faces turned paler under the dazzling purple light, the ghost servant closest to Ling Xiao was hit by the sword intent, but everything was wiped out before it could make a sound.Those who were a little farther away were injured by the aftermath of the sword intent, and screamed in the thunder and lightning, and their figures instantly became transparent.

"Useless things!" Seeing this, Demon Lord Nine Nether was furious. He only heard him snort coldly, and saw the black robe beating, whistling, and the wind was sweeping, and the world was instantly dark.

Ling Xiao only saw countless pairs of black ghost hands coming out of the ghost crying forest——

Backed by the ghost crying forest of the extremely dark land, these ghost hands are extremely fast, and the ghost hands that can only be seen flashing after shadows seem to be endless, and they cannot be wiped out no matter what.

Ling Xiao sneered, and he had a countermeasure in an instant. He flew to the sky and threw out the spirit beads.

The dark purple spirit beads radiated a dazzling purple light over the Guikulin forest. Just a few rumbles were heard, and countless thunder and lightning fell from the sky, and the entire Guikulin forest was engulfed in a sea of ​​thunder.

Thunder came down one after another, and everything you saw turned into scorched black, and the raging flames continued to burn. The endless black ghost hands struggled and twisted in the thunder and lightning, and gradually dissipated in the burning flames.

Jiuyou Mojun clutched his chest, his complexion became paler, obviously injured.

He looked at Ling Xiao with hatred, flew up in the air, and a pitch-black resentment bell appeared out of thin air in his hand, and said sinisterly: "Hmph, it really is a good trick! I haven't seen you for many years, but it makes me look at him with admiration—"

Ling Xiao raised his eyes, facing the yin and yang of the Demon Lord Jiuyou, with a calm expression on his face, he raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Thank you, thank you!"

"..." Being so thick-skinned, Jiuyou Mojun's nose almost turned crooked, and he stopped talking nonsense immediately, and launched an attack with a resentful bell in his hand.

I only heard bursts of bone-piercing and cold "jingle bells" sounding.

Invisible ripples swayed.

Strong evil thoughts, hatred, anger, fear... all kinds of negative emotions erupted in an instant.

Like waves coming from all directions, surging and surging, with the ubiquitous sound of complaining bells, Ling Xiao was submerged.

"Blood, a lot of blood, I'm in pain..."

"I died so badly..."

"There is nothing in this world to remember..."

"Come and accompany us..."

"Come and accompany us..."

Pale and strange faces appeared in front of them, their mouths opened and closed, and they stretched out their pale hands to invite Ling Xiao to stay.

The air was as cold as frozen ice, and shrill voices kept ringing in my ears, "Stay! Stay with us—"

Ling Xiao seemed to be integrated with these souls, hatred, resentment... he kept churning in the bottom of his heart, he only felt that he was standing on the edge of a cliff, and below was the dark and boundless hell, and a pair of pale hands stretched out from it, swearing To pull him down and perish together...

Jiuyou Demon Lord sneered and shook the resentful bell, seeing Ling Xiao's eyes closed tightly, his face constantly showing those expressions of pain, despair and resentment, and the long sword that was getting closer and closer to his neck, all made him cry. He was pale and demonic, and exuded uncontrollable twisted excitement.

Right, that is it!

Become the new nourishment for the resentment bell he refined!

The expression on Jiuyou Mojun's face became more and more terrifying because of the extreme excitement.

Ling Xiao gritted his teeth, resisting the negative emotions that kept eroding his mind.

His body was trembling constantly, sweat slid down his forehead, and his fingers holding the hilt of the sword were tightened, only the blue veins were exposed, and his knuckles were crackling.

He is struggling!

"Go away!"

Suddenly, Ling Xiao opened his eyes, and there seemed to be flames burning in his eyes, and they were as bright as stars, extremely bright.

He swung his sword!

This sword, like the light in the darkness, competes with the sun and the moon, dazzling, all the darkness has nowhere to hide in front of it——

"break!"

This sword was extraordinarily powerful, and the majestic momentum made it impossible to breathe. The Nine Nether Demon Lord's eyes widened in horror. He found himself as if he had taken root, and he was powerless to resist, and could not evade.

click-

The black resentment bell shattered!

The bell of resentment he worked so hard to refine actually shattered!

Jiuyou Mojun's eyes were dull for a moment, and then he let out a muffled groan, and his solid soul body became transparent and flickering.

He realized that the current Ling Xiao was a tough guy, something he couldn't handle.

This made Jiuyou Demon Monarch unbelievable.

However, a person who knows current affairs is a hero, since he can't deal with Ling Xiao, he can only run away.

Demon Lord Jiuyou gritted his teeth, and kept the green hills, not afraid of running out of firewood, Ling Xiao, let's wait and see!

He withdrew quickly, and the black figure fled like a ghost, rushing towards the rolling mountains surrounded by mist and clouds in front of him.

How could Ling Xiao let Jiuyou Demon Lord escape under his nose? He was holding a long sword, his figure was like a bird flying through the sky, and he followed closely behind the black shadow, and the distance between the two kept getting closer.

He concentrated his soul power and turned it into an arrow, only to see that the bow was like a full moon, and the arrow shot out like a shooting star.

"what!!"

A scream.

The soul power exploded, and the Nine Nether Demon Lord was pierced through the heart, and his translucent soul body almost collapsed after this blow.

Ling Xiao took advantage of the victory to pursue, infused with aura and Zhaoying sword, and swung his sword at Jiuyou Demon Lord.

Boom!

This thunderous sword almost tore apart everything in the world.

"Do not!!"

The Nine Nether Demon Monarch showed great horror, and was split into two pieces in an instant, and collapsed between the heaven and the earth. The sword intent was still extending, and a deep chasm appeared in the rolling mountains, and purple thunder and lightning flashed faintly on it.

Seeing this, Ling Xiao curled his lips into a smile, a trace of hostility flashed in his eyes, sheathed the spirit sword, and he found a place to recover the exhausted aura in his body.

Clouds drifted across the sky, birds fluttered their wings, and the sun shone brightly, coating him with a layer of gold.

The water by the stream is gurgling, crystal clear, and fish pass by from time to time.

come with us...

Come and stay with us...

Another mournful cry sounded next to his ears, Ling Xiao frowned slightly, did he have time to stop?

He sank his mind, and sure enough, he saw that there were still a few traces of resentment left in his soul, which affected his sanity.

No wonder there was violent emotion in his heart just now, Ling Xiao thought, and the dark purple soul power overflowed, turning into a thunder net and strangling the remaining resentment.

The resentment disappeared, and the originally violent heart calmed down instantly.

Ling Xiao let out a breath of turbid air, slowly opened his eyes, and saw the stream shimmering in the sun, and a waterfall falling in the distance, hitting the rocks and splashing half a meter of water.

When he had leisure time, he caught two palm-sized fish in the stream, and leaned lazily against the edge of the rock, slowly cooking the fish.

Birds and insects chirped in the mountains, the breeze was gentle, accompanied by the gurgling stream, and Ling Xiao's eyebrows and eyes stretched.

Suddenly, he stopped the hand holding the grilled fish.

Ling Xiao suddenly felt movement in the soul imprint he had left behind.

Ling Xiao turned his mind and poured soul power into his eyes, Ru Mo's eyes turned purple, and a pair of purple peach blossom eyes added a bit of evil charm to him, Ling Xiao just stared at him, these eyes penetrated the space, the eyes in front of him A murder scene appeared——

In a luxurious and exquisite courtyard, thick smoke billowed suddenly from the small kitchen in the south. It seemed that a fire had broken out. The servants and maids were in a mess, screaming and screaming to put out the fire.

At this time, a five or six-year-old girl in pink sneaked into the north wing. A young child who looked only one year old and could not walk very well was lying on the bamboo floor by the carved wooden window in a red bellyband, enjoying the cool in a daze.

Those dark and bright eyes are not childlike, but full of vicissitudes, as if the body of a young child is filled with the soul of an adult.

The girl in pink approached Zhuta slowly, with an indescribably happy smile on her delicate and lovely face.

"Yan Chi, I didn't expect you to have today."

The immature voice sounded like thunder in his ears, Yan Chi who was lying on the bamboo slum turned his head, his pupils constricted for a while, and he tried to escape while crawling on his hands and feet, calling out the name of the maid who took care of him closely.

"Hey—it's useless, Yan Chi, the small kitchen in the yard caught fire just now, and the servants and maids serving you are busy putting out the fire now, even if you yell out your throat, no one will come to save you." Gu Xian'er grabbed Yan Chi, her immature face was full of complacency.

In this life, Gu Xian'er is the daughter of Yan Shilang's younger sister. More than half a month ago, she came to the Yan family mansion with her mother, and discovered that her old rival Yan Chi was actually her "cousin".

This surprised Gu Xian'er.

After half a month of planning, she finally waited for a good time to get rid of Yan Chi.

"I lost in the last life, now it's your turn."

She did not hide her malice in the slightest, a trace of fear flashed in Yan Chi's eyes, regardless of face, she burst into tears for the first time since birth, trying to attract the maid's attention.

How could Gu Xian'er let Yan Chi succeed, she immediately covered Yan Chi's mouth with the quilt, and pressed heavily on him.

"Woooo-"

Yan Chi struggled, but he was only a one-year-old boy, so how could he be as strong as Gu Xian'er, who was five or six years old.

Soon, Yan Chi rolled his eyes and his face flushed red. Gradually, he stopped struggling to move his hands and feet, and finally he couldn't even breathe.

He died again.

Yan Chi was smothered to death by Gu Xian'er full of reluctance. Although when he died for the first time, because of the fragrance in his body, he lost all reason, and then died in a daze, but he lived for more than 30 years, and he still treated Gu Xian'er before he died. Son was killed.

And this time?

He was only born a year ago, he couldn't speak well, and he was smothered to death by Gu Xian'er, how could Yan Chi not be aggrieved or depressed?

Yan Chi's body became cold, Gu Xian'er sneered, threw down the quilt, then secretly avoided all the servants and returned the same way.

The picture in front of him disappeared, and the purple peach blossom eyes turned back to black like ink.

Thinking of the scene of the two attackers killing each other seen through the soul seal, Ling Xiao didn't know what expression to show.

In the end, he decided to eat a piece of grilled fish to celebrate, and by the way, mourn for Yan Chi for a second.

After experiencing his poisonous killing and Gu Xianer's smothering to death, how will Yan Chi die next time?

Ling Xiao smacked his mouth, rubbed his chin, and began to look forward to the third life of Yan Chi and Gu Xian'er.

The author has something to say: kill get with poison, kill get with suffocation, what else can the little angels arrange for their death?