The brother I picked up is enchanted

Meng Lingrong quickly changed direction and flashed more than ten meters away. As expected, in the next second, countless chains sprang out from the ground where he was standing, and he could faintly see blood stains on them, which still felt a little sticky.

There was a dark and ominous energy emanating from the chain, Meng Lingrong didn't want to bet that he would be fine if he touched this thing.

I don't know why, but after the first ten days of the night, the unrefined power in his body became more and more restless, and a voice in his mind kept saying to him, kill him!

This murderous aura is so strong that it almost makes people faint.

He finally came to the conclusion that this power has not been fully refined by him, and he still carries the most primitive instinct, such as killing the evil existence in front of him at all costs.

Meng Lingrong drew out the spirit sword, and the silver-white sword was infused with majestic spiritual power. When the spirit sword was swung, one could even hear the sound of turbulent waves coming from one's ears.The blade of the sword touched the chain, making a sound like gold and stone shattering.

A tiny crack appeared on the sword, and the chains in front of Meng Lingrong shattered.

A trace of surprise flashed in Ye Xun's eyes, he didn't expect that the other party's cultivation had improved a lot after only a few days of separation.His face was gloomy and cold, and now he could vaguely feel a force that was enough to threaten him from the other party. In this case, it was absolutely impossible for him to let the other party survive.

The devilish energy on his body became even stronger, like a piece of thick ink that could not be melted wrapped around him. When he raised his hand, his dark palm suddenly patted in one direction, and he was respectfully kneeling on the ground. The demon cultivators, only hearing a tinnitus buzzing in their ears, covered their heads one after another, with painful expressions on their faces.

Although they sensed that someone had sneaked in here, they still couldn't catch Meng Lingrong's movements with their strength, so they could only guard their surroundings.Ye Xun didn't count on these wastes either, just looked at the broken chains in front of him, and smiled with interest.

"Are you just hiding?"

Ye Xun pointed in a certain direction, and a dozen chains strangled in that direction in an instant, but they still failed.

"Since you came here, you must want to kill me. Since you want to kill me, hiding is not enough." Ye Xun stared at the front with cold eyes, and there was still a snake-like smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he didn't care about the other person at all. Keep the threat posed in mind.

I don't think the other party can kill himself.

Although he could faintly feel the power that could threaten him from the other party, he was confident that this power was not enough to contend with him now.

The old monk who was restrained by Ye Xun just now was kneeling on the ground covered in blood.He knew in his heart that because the man in white suddenly intervened to attract the attention of the devil, he was able to linger on for a while longer.

He looked at Ye Xun who was standing in the sea of ​​blood, his eyes were so calm that he didn't seem to be looking at someone who almost killed him just now.

He was muttering words, with a look of compassion on his face, and he could faintly see a bright light emitting, diluting the blood stains on his face.After he finished reading, he bent his body slightly, and there was no more movement, but the runes on the stupa next to him suddenly lit up, and a dazzling golden light shone from each rune.

Ye Xun seemed to have sensed something, his face turned cold and he said sharply: "Old monk, how dare you!"

Countless chains pierced the old monk's stiff body in an instant, but not a drop of blood flowed out. In just a few breaths, the old monk's body had turned into a mummified corpse.

Ye Xun's face was a little grim. He didn't expect that the old monk of Foguang Temple still possessed the curse of subduing demons left by the ancient pagoda, which could awaken the pagoda.

In the next second, a strong suction came from the bottom of the pagoda, trying to suppress Ye Xun in the deepest part of the pagoda.

"But your calculation is wrong, you are too confident in this broken pagoda." He licked his red lips, looking at the towering pagoda, "Since you are not willing to open the pagoda from the outside, Then let me completely destroy it from the inside..."

"Presumably the result is the same." The whites of his eyes suddenly turned black, and then a black storm broke out on the ground, smashing the talismans on the pagoda.

He was actually using brute force to resist the oppressive power of the pagoda!

The elders of the nearby Foguang Temple also took the opportunity to wake up the pagoda's grief by sacrificing their lives. At first glance, the devil looked completely unafraid of the repression of the pagoda, and their faces turned pale.

Ye Xun ignored those Buddhist cultivators, and locked his eyes on Meng Lingrong: "But... the accounts between us, you can go in and settle it slowly."

A dark vortex suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand, emitting a strange light like a black hole.Meng Lingrong was originally standing tens of meters away from the opponent, but in the next second a big black hand suddenly appeared from his side and grabbed his wrist.It seemed to be stuck to his wrist, unable to break free.

Before he could react, there was a sudden blur in front of his eyes followed by a strong sense of dizziness, as if the world had turned upside down.He felt a strong suction pulling his nerves, as if to separate his consciousness from the penis.

When he came back to his senses, he was already in another space, surrounded by darkness, as if he was inside something.

Meng Lingrong pondered for a moment, guessing that this might be the inside of the pagoda.It was only then that he realized that his wrist was still tightly clenched by something.A fuzzy figure was lying beside him, and it seemed that he hadn't regained consciousness.

The force just now was impacting their souls, and Ye Xun must have been greatly affected here, maybe the other party's souls have not returned to their positions at this time.

But he wasn't sure if this was a trick by the other party to let him relax his vigilance... But even if it was a trap that had been designed long ago, he had no choice but to jump into it.

In the darkness, only the sound of the sword being unsheathed was heard, and the next second Meng Lingrong pressed the sword to the opponent's heart.The body of the sword seemed to be wrapped by a mysterious air current, and the silver light on it flowed slowly on the blade like water under the moon.

There is a trace of heaven's will mixed in it, if it stabs Ye Xun's heart, he can use this to strangle the opponent's soul, then his mission will be considered completed.

With just a little bit of rubbing, this invisible fire will burn the opponent's soul to death.

The sword in his hand suddenly weighed ten thousand catties, and it became extremely difficult to even swing it.He was like a child trying to move a huge boulder weighing a hundred catties, and every time he moved, he had to use all his strength.

Suddenly he looked at the figure, and saw that the figure moved slightly, then fell silent again, as if looking at him through a thick black fog.

A ridiculous idea suddenly popped up in Meng Lingrong's mind.Is the person in front of him now Ye Xun or Luo Xuanchuan?

His hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and he didn't know whether it was because he couldn't bear the weight of the sword, or because his sudden change of mood made it more difficult for him to control the power gifted by heaven.

"You've been awake for a long time, and you haven't moved all this time, are you just waiting for me to make a move?" His voice was cold, but he could hear a bit of gnashing of teeth in it, as well as the feelings that could be restrained in the deepest part of his heart. Si was inexplicably flustered.

If the other party is Luo Xuanchuan, then wouldn't he want to watch his soul fly away in his hands?

The silent figure suddenly got up and stood in front of Meng Lingrong.When the other party lowered his head slightly, Meng Lingrong could clearly see every expression on his face, every wound, and every delicate outline.

It's just that the whites of the eyes are still an ominous black, and the pupils are crimson red soaked in blood... Different from the calm and indifferent face, the paranoia and madness that flashed in the eyes from time to time are exactly the same as what he saw in Ye Xun .

This shows that Luo Xuanchuan can't get rid of the influence of Ye Xun even when he is awake, the spirit of the other party has already affected him.The worst case is that their souls have already begun to merge...

If it works...

Thinking of this possibility, Meng Lingrong felt a little difficult to breathe, as if an invisible giant hand was ruthlessly strangling his throat, grabbing the only warmth in his body.

Suddenly, the temperament of the person standing in front of him suddenly changed, and the strange and evil aura spread like poison.The other party grinned at Meng Lingrong, and then quickly grabbed him.

Meng Lingrong retreated a few meters quickly, and soon he found that the other party was trapped in place and could not move.On the ground inside the pagoda was a huge formation, which was emitting golden light at this time, and countless golden threads began to wrap around Ye Xun's body, as if trying to trap him in this way.

Wrapping a set of silk threads around, the black air on Ye Xun's body became weaker. After all the dense silk threads were wrapped around Ye Xun, Ye Xun was wrapped into a huge golden cocoon, and the black air seemed to be evacuated. It can't penetrate at all.

Meng Lingrong sat cross-legged while supporting her sword, looking at the huge golden cocoon not far away with some doubts, she didn't believe that this pagoda could suppress Ye Xun so easily.

Before he could think about it, he saw that the giant cocoon that was exuding a dazzling golden light suddenly dimmed rapidly, and then began to turn black.In the next second, the giant cocoon seemed to be exploded from the inside by something, and a monstrous demonic energy gushed out like a sea wave, and a vague figure could be faintly seen in the black mist.

Meng Lingrong's expression changed, his heart was exactly as he had guessed, the pagoda couldn't trap Ye Xun at all...

Ye Xun pressed his hand on the stone wall, and in Meng Lingrong's sight, the hard wall shattered like pieces of paper, and then light seeped out from the outside of the tower.He actually punched a hole in the pagoda with this palm.

The other party walked towards Meng Lingrong unhurriedly, and every step he took brought a stronger sense of oppression.The person in front of him is full of two extremely contradictory temperaments, crazy and calm.On that familiar face, two expressions were constantly appearing alternately.

If he failed to kill Ye Xun as agreed, or if he was resisting that force to prevent it from attacking Ye Xun, he himself would be backlashed, or even die under the catastrophe.

Meng Lingrong forced herself to calm down, there must be other ways.But the sword in his hand was raised uncontrollably, aiming at the figure in front of him.

"It's really wonderful." Ye Xun narrowed his eyes, and his voice was a little strangely ethereal, "Your expression tells me that you don't want to do anything."

He raised his hand, and his fingers stopped within two centimeters of the sword tip.

"Is it very painful? You wanted to kill me, but you hesitated because you didn't want to kill him by mistake. You were afraid that he would disappear forever and never return to your side." The other party clearly stood some distance away from him, and the strange But his voice seemed to be ringing in his ears, and he could even hear a very low breathing sound.

"Heaven can't save you, and it can't save the one you love. It will only use you to achieve its purpose and make you suffer... If you believe in me, I can give you whatever you want .”

Meng Lingrong was unmoved, but the blood on his face had faded, and he felt that the force had started to bite him back.Because Ye Xun was right in front of him, but he didn't make a move. The force seemed to have sensed his betrayal, and started to attack him in turn, hitting his meridians.

The two strands of spiritual power on the blade began to clash, and the spiritual sword was densely cracked due to the overwhelmed load, as if it would break at any time.

Suddenly Meng Lingrong felt a black shadow pressing towards him, and his pupils shrank.Immediately afterwards, he heard the sound of sharp knives piercing flesh, the sound of a broken heart, and the sound of blood flowing, all of which were finally covered by heavy breathing from his ears.

He felt a pair of cold hands encircling him, and warm blood was flowing from his chest.

There seemed to be two translucent phantoms, one black and one white, in front of them. They seemed to be being burned by something invisible. The shadows were distorted and then dissipated like ashes.

He heard the black phantom roaring crazily, with a sinister voice: "You know that if you do this, you will also lose your soul, what a lunatic!"

"Arong, this is the best result...but we will definitely..."

The white phantom didn't move from the beginning to the end, it was very quiet, and a little obedient, just letting itself be burned to death by the invisible flame.

Meng Lingrong raised her hand in a daze, intending to hug her back, but it was in vain.The figure embracing him just now quickly dissipated, as if it didn't exist in the first place.

He knelt on the ground as if exhausted, covered his mouth and suddenly coughed violently, something wet on his cheeks slipped down gently, mixed with blood.Blood overflowed from the crevices of his fingers, staining the entire palm of his hand red, and he didn't feel the tearing sensation coming from all the limbs until the oppressive feeling dissipated. The pain of each wound seemed to be magnified hundreds of times. The double effect was on him.

But nothing compares to the pain of that moment just now.

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