The brother I picked up is enchanted

In the next second, a woman in red appeared in the tea room with an ugly expression.

At this time, there was no one in the tea room, only books and scattered papers fell on the floor.

She stepped forward to pick up the book that had fallen on the ground, and when she touched the pages, the book in her hand instantly ignited and turned into a handful of paper ashes in an instant.

Venerable Fangyue said coldly: "Let me know who it is, and I will chop him up to pieces!"

If something happened to Meng Lingrong under her hands, it might make her restless for the rest of her life.

Yu Yan also rushed over at this time, seeing the situation and guessing the situation completely, but facing the furious master, he did not dare to open his mouth to touch her bad luck at this time.

"Check it out for me and see who he just met!"

And Luo Xuanchuan, who closed his eyes and adjusted his breath in the room, also suddenly opened his eyes, and a frightening bloody light flashed in his eyes.

The air on all sides seemed to be stagnant, and the figure of the person who had crossed his legs and adjusted his breath flashed, took the saber beside the bed, and disappeared from the window, followed by the chill that filled the room.

Meng Lingrong was awakened by the smell of blood. When he raised his eyes, his eyes were glaringly red.

After seeing the surrounding scene clearly, even he couldn't help but turn pale, holding back the discomfort in his stomach and the itching in his throat.

In front of him was a long corridor, with countless corpses hanging on both sides.

I don't know if they have been specially treated. The rancid smell of these corpses is not obvious, but the smell of blood is strong. Every face looks like it has just died.

The clothes of these corpses were soaked in blood so that the original color could not be seen clearly, but Meng Lingrong noticed with sharp eyes that there was a small circle of thorns on the cuffs of these clothes.

Most of them are Qimuzong's disciples.

At that time, the disciples of the Qimu Sect were in danger, and they couldn't find many corpses, but they were all taken away.

A hint of disgust rose in Meng Lingrong's heart, and the sword in her hand tightened a little.

Even if he is not from the Qimu sect, he will feel humiliated when he sees everything in front of him.

"Does it look good?"

A strange figure suddenly appeared in front of Meng Lingrong. The figure was tall, dressed in black, and had an unusually coquettish appearance.

As soon as he appeared, his eyes fell on Meng Lingrong.The sticky and cold eyesight of a poisonous snake is frivolous and unscrupulous.

"Liu Qianmian!" Meng Lingrong gritted her teeth.

Now he vaguely guessed that Pei Chiqiu from the Taoyuan Inn was probably in the same group as Liu Qianmian, maybe even a member of the Demon Lotus Sect.

But Pei Chiqiu is a cultivator of the human race, and there is no trace of evil energy in his body, and even the movement of the spiritual energy in his body is the method of an upright sect...

However, there are also many human monks who are willing to degenerate and associate with monsters. Maybe Pei Chiqiu is such a person.

"The white-faced ghost said that you have the aura of a demon lord on your body, but I didn't feel it." Liu Qianmian smiled with his lips curled up, his lips were as bright red as if stained with blood.

"Or, is there someone around you, and then let you get his breath?"

Meng Lingrong's heart skipped a beat.

"You want to sow discord among the disciples of the Cold Cloud Sect. I advise you not to waste your efforts." He said indifferently.

Liu Qianmian seemed to have heard some joke, and said with disdain: "It's those boring people who sow dissension. If I really want to deal with someone, wouldn't it be easier to kill them."

"It doesn't matter whether you have demonic energy or the power of a demon lord, if I swallow you up, it will be mine..." Liu Qianmian's eyes suddenly lit up, it was that kind of terrifying The scarlet red, but even so, this face will make the hearts of countless monks flutter.

But these people did not include Meng Lingrong.

Liu Qianmian was obviously dissatisfied with Meng Lingrong's attitude, but in his eyes, the other party was already a dead person, so it didn't matter what he put on.

A white lotus seed appeared in his hand, which was taken from the sacred object of Zhenzong.It is said to be a holy object, but in his eyes it is just a broken flower that is neither useful nor attractive.

"This thing can capture the soul. Your soul is a good material for refining equipment, so I will accept it." Liu Qianmian is quite accomplished in refining equipment, and it is largely because of him that he has achieved his current status in the Demon Lotus Sect. this identity.

Meng Lingrong's complexion changed slightly after hearing this, but she did not show a panicked expression as Liu Qianmian expected.

He looked Meng Lingrong up and down, hooked his lips and said, "Your skin is not bad..."

With a flick of Liu Qianmian's fingertips, the milky white lotus seeds flew towards Meng Lingrong.

As the white light spot approached, a chill rose from my heart.Meng Lingrong had the feeling that her soul was about to be pulled out of her body. Double images gradually appeared in front of her eyes, and she even wanted to just fall asleep like this.

The bloody smell that wafted from the corner of his bitten lip made him a little clearer.

No, I can't sleep.

Meng Lingrong told herself silently.

Seeing that the other party was able to carry the sacred object of the Demon Lotus Sect for so long, Liu Qianmian also restrained the smile on his face, and became gloomy and cold. While increasing the strength in his hands, the lotus seeds suddenly shone brightly.

The balance was broken in an instant, and Meng Lingrong felt that she had sunk into a pitch-black space, and her body became extremely heavy.

I don't know how long it has passed, but I only know that he was awakened by a familiar voice.

Meng Lingrong instantly became vigilant, the voice sounded like Liu Qianmian, but it wasn't quite like it.

A white light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, followed by a change of world.

A strange white mist floated on the endless sea, and several figures stood indistinctly in the mist.The voice came from those figures, but it was impossible to distinguish the direction of the voice for a while.

"Mr. Changhan, there are monsters more ferocious than me everywhere, why did you come to me at this time." The voice of the speaker sounded a little weak, as if he had been driven to a dead end.

"Or, are you also a bully?"

Meng Lingrong's heart skipped a beat.

He had seen the name Chang Hanjun before, and it was the ancient monk who killed the thousand-faced ghost written in ancient books. Could it be that the scene in front of him was the scene where Chang Hanjun killed the thousand-faced ghost?

But why did he appear here, and what happened to his body now.

"There is no priority in eradicating evil, and it has nothing to do with the severity of the crime." The man spoke without ups and downs or emotions, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.It was not affected by the words of Thousand Faced Ghost at all.

After finishing speaking, several sword lights flashed, and directly cut off several clones of Thousand Faced Ghost.

"Hahahaha, it's useless, this entire Yunliuhai is my avatar. Since I'm called Thousand Faced Ghost, you know my avatar. There are thousands of people in my avatar, you can't kill me!"

At this time, the only human being in this world didn't say a word, but his figure quickly disappeared in place.

Thousand-faced ghost felt that his avatars were rapidly decreasing, and in the blink of an eye, there were nearly a hundred less.

"Mr. Changhan, if I go to the Tianfo Temple to worship the Buddha, can you let me go? I can stop doing evil and killing people in the future."

Meng Lingrong was a little shocked. It wasn't long before the Thousand Faced Ghost started to slip and kneel. He must have realized the difference in strength.But Thousand Faced Ghost didn't have the slightest sincerity when he heard these words, on the contrary, he meant to make fun of them.

For a monster like the Thousand Faced Ghost who takes pleasure in killing people, he deserves to die ten thousand words.

"Buddha doesn't accept it."

Meng Lingrong almost didn't laugh when she heard that.

Every second, a clone was cut in half, and the next target was changed immediately without even seeing the face clearly.

He only had one thought, that is, Lord Changhan is really strong, very strong.

Dozens of avatars suddenly fled towards Yunliu Haihai. If there was the main body of the Thousand Faced Ghost among them, it would really make the other party escape. Meng Lingrong's heart tightened, and she only hoped that Lord Changhan would be prepared.

The man didn't even look at it. Sure enough, after those avatars escaped from a certain range, they were blocked by a spiritual wall and instantly turned into black smoke.Presumably, the Thousand Faced Ghost wants these avatars to disturb the audiovisual and create opportunities for the main body to escape.

I don't know how long it has passed, Meng Lingrong can only count how many parts and bodies this Changhan Lord has cut off.

Suddenly a clone did not disappear immediately when it was pierced.

The handsome young man stared at him with a look of resentment on his face. At first glance, he looked like a deadly ghost.

"Those who fight with demons, be careful that you will also be with demons. Lord Changhan, I am waiting for that day."

Obviously the other party was looking at Lord Chang Han, but Meng Lingrong had the illusion that the other party was looking at her.

Suddenly his eyes blurred, and when he opened his eyes again, he happened to meet Liu Qianmian's alluring face.

The lotus seeds floating in front of him suddenly shattered and became useless.

"What just happened." Liu Qianmian put his hand on Meng Lingrong's neck.

He didn't believe that the human monk in front of him, who was only at the golden core stage, could destroy the sacred object.

Meng Lingrong shook her head with difficulty.

"You don't know?" Liu Qianmian laughed, not sure if there was a letter.

As soon as he let go of his hand, Meng Lingrong fell directly to the ground and coughed a few times while covering the pinched red spot.

"Do you dare to make a bet with me." Meng Lingrong looked up at the other party.

Now that things have happened, he absolutely cannot sit still.

Liu Qianmian didn't intend to answer the conversation, and seemed to be thinking about what he was planning.

Thousand-faced ghost can release many avatars to confuse the public, but the main body cannot be hidden.If it were others, they would definitely hide their real body tightly, but Liu Qianmian is arrogant and arrogant, and doesn't care whether he will die or not.

In his opinion, as long as it is exciting enough, it is necessary to try it.

"Why do you think I'm going to bet you?"

"You can't take my soul away. If I lose, I will sacrifice my soul to you voluntarily." Meng Lingrong said lightly.

Liu Qianmian's eyes were bloodshot, and he licked his lips.

"What are you gambling?"

"Bet if I can find your body within an hour."

What Liu Qianmian is most proud of is his thousands of avatars, living up to the name of "Thousands of Faces". These avatars are all skins peeled off from other people's bodies, which is enough to show his sinful crimes.

"Interesting, but an hour is too long, half an hour." Liu Qianmian didn't think that the other party could find his real body, but after an hour, that stinky woman from the Cold Cloud Sect would have found him.

Meng Lingrong's proposal was automatically taken by him as an attempt to delay time.

"it is good."

Luo Xuanchuan moved like the wind.He could feel the concentration of devil energy around him, and the mountain forest in front of him was the place with the strongest devil energy within a hundred miles.

If a monk probed with his spiritual sense, he would definitely not be able to find this place.

This mountain forest was purposely used to hide the aura, and it was a surprise for the magic cultivator of the Demon Lotus Sect that Luo Xuanchuan could find it.

A group of people stood in front of Luo Xuanchuan, with malicious smiles in their eyes.These people are human monks, but they work with demon cultivators.

"Why is there only one person? I thought I would come..." A fat middle-aged man laughed, but his smile quickly froze on his face.

An unpretentious sword light cut directly at his chest, almost splitting his whole body in half.

There was a red light in Luo Xuanchuan's eyes, coupled with the blood splattered on his face, there was an inexplicably more evil spirit that made people shudder.

"You..." Someone around took a few steps back.

They are existences that righteous monks despise. As human monks, they work with demons and monsters, but as long as they can become stronger, it doesn't matter who they collude with.

The Demon Cultivator of the Demon Lotus Sect asked them to guard here to stop the outside monks.The magic weapons on these monks belonged to them, and the people of the Demon Lotus Sect gave them a lot of magic weapons and elixirs.

Let them prove their worth.

When they were entrenched around here, they killed many monks.

If the venerables and elders of those sects came, the Dharma protectors would come forward in person.

But the person in front of him, obviously wearing a disciple's uniform, has a more terrifying murderous aura than that soaked in corpses and blood for many years.

"He is just a Golden Core, and we have a few Golden Core Stages, so don't be afraid of him! He was just attacked by surprise!"

Luo Xuanchuan's next actions made them feel that they were completely wrong.

"You don't have time." Liu Qianmian's voice came from nowhere.It seems to be out of good intentions, but in fact, even a fool can hear the meaning of gloating in it.

Meng Lingrong didn't say anything.

Liu Qianmian's strength seems to have not fully recovered, so the number of clones released now is only a few hundred.For monsters, there is a period of weakness when they are just resurrected. Liu Qianmian is not in a weak period now, but it is definitely not the strongest period.

Meng Lingrong stood in front of a clone.

Seeing the other party's choice, Liu Qianmian smiled.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank, and Meng Lingrong's figure instantly disappeared without a trace.

Liu Qianmian subconsciously felt that the other party used special props to teleport away. It turned out that the other party came to make this bet, not to delay time and wait for others to rescue him, but to run away by himself...he arranged a formation here , even teleportation scrolls will be limited and require a longer casting time.

Just when he thought so, a figure in white suddenly appeared in front of his body, and the long sword in his hand pierced his chest without hesitation.

At the same time, the formation in this space also became unstable due to Liu Qianmian's injury.

Meng Lingrong knew that there was a big difference in cultivation between the two, so she naturally didn't think that her sword could kill Liu Qianmian, but the injury to her body would definitely make Liu Qianmian unable to take care of him for the time being, and this was his chance to leave here.

How did the other party recognize his real body...

Liu Qianmian clutched his chest, looking in the direction Meng Lingrong left.

Can't let him live...or I'll die.

Why would he know.

Liu Qianmian suddenly felt a splitting headache, and the violent energy in his body was accompanied by the confusion of memory, and suddenly many things appeared in his mind.

Meng Lingrong ran out in a hurry, outside was a mountain forest, the surroundings were pitch black, so quiet that not even the chirping of birds could be heard.

Suddenly he stepped on something sticky.

It looked like blood to him.

After he walked forward for a while, a disgusting smell of blood came over his face, which was comparable to what he smelled from the ghost in front of him just now.

When he reached an open space, he saw a figure standing in the middle, who seemed to have noticed him.

Under the shadows were the corpses of human monks, some lying on the ground, and some hanging from trees... Meng Lingrong felt nauseous again, and her face turned pale.

The other party's face was covered in blood, so that Meng Lingrong didn't even recognize him for a while.The opponent's whole body was full of murderous intent, and his eyes were horrifying as if he wanted to eat people.

Meng Lingrong subconsciously took a step back.

He felt that the other party didn't look like a human being now, but more like some kind of extremely terrifying existence.

Luo Xuanchuan walked towards him step by step with a blood-dripping sword in his hand, there was no trace of warmth in his eyes.

When the other party stood in front of him, Meng Lingrong's nerves were tense to the extreme, and he had the illusion that he would be killed by the other party.

If... if Luo Xuanchuan wanted to attack him, he would...

Meng Lingrong looked at the other party vigilantly while thinking about the way out.

"I found you, Arong..."

A familiar voice sounded like a soft sigh.

Meng Lingrong was shocked, and the voice lingering in her ears was softer than ever before.He stared fixedly at Luo Xuanchuan's blood-stained face.He can be sure that the other party obviously did not speak...

It wasn't a sound transmission either, the sound appeared in his mind out of thin air.

Who was talking just now...

And what did that voice call him?Ah Rong?

Meng Lingrong repeated these two words in her heart, feeling that she was not well.