A beautiful lady dressed as a devil

"You are Yin Sui." Jiang Shuo said.

The smile on Yin Sui's face disappeared completely. He thought he was covering it up well. Even if the devilish energy entered his body and revealed his devilish appearance, Jiang Shuo shouldn't have reacted so quickly.

He frowned, remembering the magical spirit that disappeared not long ago.

Sure enough... is it very similar to yourself?

Facing the boy's undeniable attitude, Jiang Shuo's expression seemed calm, but his heart was actually turbulent.

All kinds of things have come to my mind since I met the little apprentice - the young man's careless innocence and cruelty when I first met, the signs of possessing demons detected by Mo Lingshi, and the disciples of the Shangqing School who met in the small town believed that the young man was their long-dead junior brother "Chen Jing", even after entering the secret realm, the boy's body became more and more demonic, and he didn't look weak at all...

And this pair of scarlet eyes that are almost exactly the same as that magic spirit body.

One by one, the truth had already been revealed, but he didn't think in the worst direction.

Jiang Shuo suddenly felt that he was very cold, and the matter had come to this point, completely separated from the plot of the original novel in his memory. If the young man had already been Yin Sui in his inner shell when he first met, then——

[He is bloodthirsty, arrogant and tyrannical, has a perverse temperament, acts as he pleases, and does not follow the etiquette of the world. ]

Thinking of the evaluation of Yin Sui in the book, Jiang Shuo's heart sank.

He originally thought that it would be five years before Yin Sui came to Jiuhua, but now it seems that Yin Sui found him as soon as he was reborn.

Suddenly there was a slight cold touch on the chin, Jiang Shuo opened his eyes, and saw the young man caressing the side of his face with his fingertips, raised his eyelashes, and a pair of scarlet eyes patrolled Jiang Shuo's face, feeling cold There is a hint of intimacy in his eyes.

Although Yin Sui didn't say anything, but Jiang Shuo had been with him every day for more than half a year, so he naturally understood what he was going to say.

"I can't kill you," Jiang Shuo said, looking away, "but I won't leave you either."

Yin Sui raised his brows in displeasure, he absorbed too much magic energy in a short period of time, and this body was too young to bear it.Although the surface is intact, the inside has actually been destroyed to tatters, the internal organs are shattered, and even the throat is broken, making it difficult to speak.

Whether it hurts or not is secondary... Yin Sui stared at Jiang Shuo, thinking a little anxiously, or he could just knock him out and take him away.

At this moment, Dong Yan and his group arrived and landed on the ground more than ten meters away.As soon as Bu stood firm, Qi Feng with a pale face drew out his sword and pointed it straight at Yin Sui. Several other disciples also looked shocked, and the hands holding the sword turned white.

Dong Yan still had that indifferent look, but his eyes finally fluctuated. He looked at the young man and said, "Yin Sui."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

Some timid disciples from other sects rolled their eyes and fainted from fright on the spot.

"Why didn't you die?" Dong Yan asked lightly.

Yin Sui glanced at him, saying no.

The enemy of the previous life is right in front of him, and the revenge of the sword piercing the heart has not yet been avenged, let alone...

After the vivid magical spirit body disappeared, Yin Sui absorbed the sporadic memory of the spirit body in the process of devouring the magic energy.The spirit body knew about Jiang Shuo's disgust and irritability when he was a Taoist partner of Dongyan, and it passed into Yin Sui's heart without any trace.

Yin Sui squinted his eyes, enduring the churning violent killing intent.

Shouldn't be now...

If Dong Yan was just killed like this, it would be too cheap for him.

Seeing that Yin Sui remained silent for a long time, Dong Yan drew out his long sword and said, "Since you were reborn, maybe you came to Jiuhua to seek revenge from me."

He raised his sword steadily, his voice was light and calm: "If that's the case, let's fight."

The secret realm was collapsing inch by inch. First, the dark black clouds shattered into rain and fell, and then the barren yellow land under the feet gradually turned into dust. The city built with a lot of magical energy also made faint bangs, and the bricks and stones fell, as if It's about to collapse.

The devilish energy in Yin Sui's body was so heavy that no one expected it.

Many disciples who had escaped from death in the city had already been weak and weak due to the devil energy entering their bodies for a long time, and when they were forced by Yin Sui's coercion, they suddenly showed pain and fear.

Yin Sui raised his sword to block Dong Yan's blow, and the overflowing blood-red devilish energy was so thick that it turned into substance, and Xuxu surrounded the young man, making him look like an evil spirit who came out of Shura's hell, covered in blood mist, and his pale face was filled with demonic energy. The patterns flicker and disappear, and everyone who sees them is shocked.

The two powerful spiritual forces collided, and Dong Yan took another step back, waving his sleeves to block Yin Sui's fierce sword.

The disciples of Jiuhua standing in the distance looked panic-stricken, and even Jiang Shuo, who had a shallow cultivation base, noticed something was wrong.

The two fought against each other, and Dong Yan... was actually at a disadvantage.

Yin Sui's demonic nature was deep, his moves were ruthless, and with the blessing of the fierce sword "Zhu", he attacked fiercely, and the sword energy scratched Dong Yan's sword-holding hand several times.

As soon as Dong Yan's wound saw blood, it quickly turned black and turned purple—Yin Sui's sword was also soaked with demon energy, which was no less than poisonous to a monk who practiced righteousness.

Some disciples found that Dongyan's sword moves were starting to freeze, and they all panicked, and looked at Qifeng as if asking for help: "Senior brother, what's wrong with Xianzun..."

Qi Feng watched Yin Sui's movements seriously, and shouted in a low voice: "Don't talk!"

With a crisp sound, the two swords clashed together, and Yin Sui's sword-holding hand did not tremble at all. He stared firmly at Dong Yan's light-colored eyes, and as expected, he saw a flash of red in them.

The corners of Yin Sui's lips raised, as if he thought it was extremely funny.

"You..." He said in a hoarse voice, contemptuously, "There will be a day like this."

There was a strong smell of blood in his throat, and he didn't know how many words Dong Yan heard. Yin Sui glanced down indifferently, and then withdrew his sword suddenly.

Losing the strength to resist for a moment, Dong Yan's hand trembled, and he managed to restrain the overflowing sword energy.

Yin Sui flashed to the ground, and before the others could react, he casually put a restraint on Jiang Shuo, then picked him up by the waist, turned around and left with his sword without delay.

The realm of cultivation was crushed too much, Qi Feng and others could only see afterimages of Yin Sui's movements, and when they came back to their senses, they found that everyone had been robbed.

"Stop him..." The other sect's disciple huddled in a corner not far away said tremblingly: "Stop him quickly!"

Everyone looked terrified.

If the devil is let out of the secret realm...

"Chasing!" Qi Feng made a decision, led a group of Jiuhua disciples, and chased Yu Jian in the direction where Yin Sui disappeared. At the same time, he urgently sent letters to all famous sects in the cultivation world, inviting them to help.

"how is this possible……"

"W-Where did this message come from?"

"Nonsense! Isn't the devil already dead!"

Panic spread rapidly throughout the cultivation world, and the leaders of the various sects who received the letter first did not believe it, then doubted it, and gradually turned into fear.

"Quickly open all the sect's protective formations! Hurry up..."

"Come on—come on!"

"The one surnamed Yin was reborn, he didn't die... Hurry up and ask all the elders who are retreating to come out!"

"..."

When all the sects were in chaos, Yin Sui took Jiang Shuo, familiar with the sword, to the lower realm, passing through various villages and countless peaks, and finally landed on a black stone mountain.

It was afternoon, the time of day when the sun was at its brightest.The gentle wind blew, bringing with it a salty sea smell, and Jiang Shuo found himself brought to the reef on the coast.

Yin Sui embraced the man with one hand and held the sword in the other, and jumped down easily. When he fell halfway to the sea, he used the sword to touch him, and jumped into a cave on the rock wall.

After Jiang Shuo was put down, he saw a straw mat in the depths of the black cave. The color of the straw on the bottom was long gone. There was nothing else in the cave except this thing that could barely be used to rest.

Yin Sui frowned after entering, with a dissatisfied expression.

...It's just that I haven't been here for decades, why did it become like this, even the luminous pearl used for lighting at the beginning was shattered without a trace.

He stood on the spot, thinking about where to temporarily place the person, when he suddenly felt someone lightly touch his arm.

Jiang Shuo lowered his eyelashes, lightly grasped the boy's right arm, and let go of it after a while, there was a large glaring bloodstain in his white palm.

For the convenience of movement, Yin Sui wore a strong black suit when entering the secret realm, so Jiang Shuo didn't notice that the young man's robe was covered in blood—it was exactly the same as when he just fished it out of the pool of blood.

Yin Sui also took a look, looked away indifferently, and said, "It doesn't hurt."

The bloody smell in his throat was getting stronger and stronger, Yin Sui knew that this body would not last long.

Although the pain of the usual body shattering can no longer bear him, but after a while, it is estimated that the face will also bleed, isn't it very frightening?

"You are at the end of your battle," Jiang Shuo said suddenly, his voice was cold, "I don't understand why you hijacked me here, but since you can't last long, you have to be prepared to be killed by me."

After saying this, Jiang Shuo clenched the sword in his hand and looked straight at the young man in front of him.

Yin Sui's eyes sank when he heard what he said, almost staring at Jiang Shuo viciously, as if he wanted to eat him.

Jiang Shuo had never said such a serious word to him... How dare he say he wanted to kill him?

Such a low level of cultivation, who has never even killed anyone, dares to clamor to kill himself?

Jiang Shuo—what kind of thing is he?

Yin Sui snorted lightly, intending to sarcastically, but his throat was severely congested, and his bad throat, which he hadn't noticed before, began to hurt unbearably.

The devilish energy in his body began to writhe and wreak havoc, and countless voices that disturbed his reason came out from the bottom of his heart.

For a moment, Yin Sui thought that he might as well use all sorts of cruel methods to torture the rude beauty in front of him, forcing him to cry and beg for mercy.

It's best to let him learn a lesson, so that he won't dare to utter wild words in the future, so he can only be obedient.

But the young man stood there with a cold expression for a long time, finally he just glanced at Jiang Shuo with his scarlet eyes, turned around and left the cave with his sword in hand.

Before leaving, he slashed fiercely at the entrance of the cave with his sword, leaving a barrier to prevent people from escaping.

Jiang Shuo: "..."

The aggressive method doesn't work, what exactly does Yin Sui want to do?

Yin Sui came out of the cave, pinched a short-distance teleportation spell with a gloomy face, and returned to the ground a few hundred meters away, where he could see densely packed monks with swords in the sky at a glance.

It came rather quickly.

The monks who were looking for people in mid-air became agitated when they saw Yin Sui's figure appearing. Not long after, a monk finally fell to the ground with his sword first, and boldly said to Yin Sui: "Devil! You are surrounded, why don't you go?" Capture without a fight?"

Yin Sui: "."

In the current sect of comprehension, there is no one with a normal mind?

He roughly scanned around and found that several disciples of Dongyan and Jiuhua were not there.Thinking of seeing the blood-red color in Dong Yan's eyes earlier, Yin Sui understood it, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

The monks landed in twos and threes, and gradually became less flustered due to the large number of people.

What's more, the current Yin Sui is far from the demon cultivator who terrified the Three Realms. The young man is thin, blood is dripping all over his body, his face is as pale as paper, and he looks vulnerable.

A middle-aged male monk at the front raised his sword, looked at him for a while, and asked cautiously: "Are you Yin Sui?"

What answered him was a murderous sword move. The middle-aged monk was so startled that he even took a few steps back, and he couldn't care less about the first salute and then the first soldier, and hurriedly shouted: "Give it to me!"

Yin Sui's heart was simmering, and he was not happy. Suddenly such a large group of people came to his door, so naturally he raised his sword and beat them unceremoniously.

All the cultivators around showed fear on their faces, but they had no choice but to bite the bullet and rushed over. As a result, Yin Sui's meridians were blocked by the devilish energy overflowing from Yin Sui's body. one place.

Yin Sui didn't fight very well, the demonic nature boiling in his body was aroused even more during the battle, but he couldn't let it out all at once, so he became even more irritable.

At the same time, he also noticed something strange, the monks who came forward wave after wave had low spiritual power, and almost couldn't withstand his three-strength blow, but Yin Sui was very annoyed by the continuous crowding.

He has no time to spend with these people.

The middle-aged male cultivator stood on the protruding rocky mountain in the distance. At this moment, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and couldn't help asking the disciples beside him again: "Why hasn't Immortal Master Dongyan come here yet?"

The disciple's face was also pale, and he replied tremblingly: "Dozens of voice transmissions have not returned, not only Dongyan Immortal Venerable, but no one in Jiuhua has responded."

The middle-aged monk stomped his feet fiercely, looked at the one-sided scene below, and said angrily: "What is Jiuhua doing! Their own people were taken away by Yin Sui, and they didn't send anyone to come over to see? Good! , will send our disciples to die..."

Before he finished speaking, he watched helplessly as another group of disciples screamed and were knocked into the air, flew upside down tens of meters, and fell to the ground with a thump on their backs, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

The middle-aged monk's heart tightened, and he said with red eyes: "No more fights, no more fights! Whoever loves to kill Yin Sui will kill them. Our sect won't kill them anyway, go and call them back!"

There were several elders from other sects around him, they were all startled when they heard the words, they looked at each other subconsciously, and they all saw flinching in each other's eyes.

They shouldn't be the ones to do something as important as killing Moxiu...

Jiuhua didn't come, and Xuanjimen didn't speak out, so why would they send their innocent disciples to die?Didn't Jiuhua contribute the most before...

Everyone had different thoughts, but before they opened their mouths, they realized that there were actually not many standing people left at the bottom, but a bunch of horizontal ones, who didn't know whether they were dead or alive.

On the other side, the young man raised his cuff and slowly wiped off the blood stains on the "Zhu" sword, his expression was cold, and there was no wave in his scarlet eyes.

The middle-aged monk's legs trembled in fear, but it was at this glance that he noticed something strange.

"This devil..." He said in a difficult voice, "Why are there so many wounds on his face?"

Not only him, but several other people also saw it.

The young man's posture was straight, and his hand holding the sword was extremely steady, but suddenly several bloodstains appeared on the small half of his fair face covered with magic patterns, and further down, on his neck, and even the back of his hand holding the sword, there were more and more bloodstains. Lots of bloodstains.

Drops of blood dripped down along the young man's handsome profile, and more and more blood stains even destroyed the black magic pattern. Gradually, half of the young man's face was stained red with blood, looking extremely terrifying.

Feeling something, Yin Sui raised his hand to wipe his face, staring at the bloodstains on his palm and the bloodstains for a moment.

"He..." Although the middle-aged monk's cultivation base is not high, he has rich experience. After pondering for a while, he suddenly realized: "The demon surnamed Yin has absorbed too much demon energy, this body will not be able to hold it anymore!"

The middle-aged monk seemed to have discovered an opportunity, and said pleasantly: "It won't be long before Yin Sui's body will shatter—"

He quickly took out a set of magic tools from the Qiankun bag, and said to the disciples beside him in a low voice: "I will carry the magic tools down later, and when Yin Sui can no longer hold on, I will immediately throw the magic tools on him. Trapped his soul!"

Fanaticism appeared in the eyes of the middle-aged monk. Once the demon leader Yin Sui was captured, he could take that powerful demon soul for his own use...

Yin Sui stared at the blood on his palm, and took a long while to withdraw his hand.

……time is limited.

"He wants to escape!" Suddenly a disciple exclaimed.

The middle-aged monk saw that Yin Sui stopped attacking, lowered his head slightly, and began to draw a large teleportation formation on the ground with the tip of the blood-dripping sword.

The middle-aged monk's blood boiled, and he said harshly: "We must not let him run away!"

He led several disciples with higher cultivation bases to rush down quickly, but before they came to Yin Sui, the boy's movements suddenly stopped.

Yin Sui stopped the formation he was drawing and raised his head.

At the end of the cliff facing the sea on the rocky mountain, stood Jiang Shuo, who was dressed in begonia red, looking at him with a pale expression, and behind the young man, there were many blood-stained disciples who did not know whether they were alive or dead.

Yin Sui was a little surprised, how did Jiang Shuo break through his restriction?

Jiang Shuo forcibly looked away from the "pile of corpses" of hundreds of people, feeling as if a heavy stone was hanging from his heart, and he couldn't breathe heavily.

He forgot that the person in front of him was no longer the little apprentice Yu Yun, but... Yin Sui, the demon cultivator.

Demon cultivators are war-thirsty and blood-thirsty, decent monks should kill them to prove the way of heaven.

Jiang Shuo's hand holding the sword was trembling slightly, and he didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

He raised his long eyelashes and looked into the boy's scarlet eyes, but he couldn't see any familiar emotions from those strange eyes, only cold and suppressed madness remained.

Jiang Shuo looked at the boy now, only unfamiliar.

"Are you here to kill me too?" Yin Sui said suddenly, he used a little spiritual power to modify his voice, it still sounded hoarse, but much clearer.

The young man raised the corners of his lips, stared straight at Jiang Shuo, and said in a sarcastic tone, "How can you kill me when you stand so far away?"

Jiang Shuo moved, and really walked a few steps towards him.

Yin Sui felt pain and hatred in his heart, he still firmly remembered what Jiang Shuo said not long ago, and said coldly: "Come here."

He stared at Jiang Shuo's trembling long eyelashes, and saw that the slightly raised eye ends were stained with a light red, and the mist filled a pair of beautiful eyes.

The two confronted each other for a while, and Yin Sui suddenly smiled.

"You look like this." When he laughed, he could still show an innocent and innocent look, and said in a frivolous tone, "Others saw it and thought I was fucking you in broad daylight."

The harsh words entered his mind, but Jiang Shuo clenched the sword in his hand, gradually calming down the soreness in his heart.

...This is a magic cultivator.

After Yin Sui deliberately provoked him, he saw that Jiang Shuo was finally about to make a move. At this moment, he caught a glimpse of several black shadows behind him from the corner of his eye.

Yin Sui frowned impatiently, and with a backhanded sword, knocked away the middle-aged monk and others, but a shimmering golden magic weapon was under the cover, Yin Sui casually glanced at it, his face changed slightly.

Trapped Soul Clock!

This magic weapon can forcibly absorb the three souls and six souls of any living person into it, and refine it into pills inside.

Yin Sui immediately shifted his attention, concentrating on casting several spells, and then injected spiritual power into "Zhu", and slashed in the air——

The trapped soul clock was hit by this blow, and the body of the clock was shaken, and several cracks appeared.

Yin Sui frowned, wanting to destroy it again, suddenly his heart sank, he reacted very quickly, turned around quickly, and grabbed the sneak attacker by the neck.

Jiang Shuo's slender neck was scratched under his palm, Yin Sui was furious at first, then startled, subconsciously let go of his hand, and only caressed that fragile neck loosely.

In fact, Jiang Shuo's sword tip only scratched his flesh, Yin Sui didn't bother to care about the sleepy soul clock, and put the sword across Jiang Shuo's neck with the other hand, and said coldly: "You..."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Yin Sui suddenly felt a pain in the core of his body, and it shattered inch by inch. After holding on for too long, this body finally reached the verge of collapse——

Noticing something strange, Jiang Shuo suddenly raised his wet eyelashes, and said softly, "Yun'er."

Yin Sui was stunned.

Tears fell from Jiang Shuo's eyes, slid over his pale cheeks, and fell on Yin Sui's wrist holding his neck, which was astonishingly hot.

He raised the sword, the tip of the sword was trembling, Jiang Shuo stabbed at Yin Sui's heart, at the moment when the sharp sword was about to cut through the flesh and blood, his hand froze, and the sword was deflected away.

The next moment, Jiang Shuo's sword was suddenly restrained by a strong force.

Yin Sui said: "You should stab here."

Holding the blade of the sword in one hand, the young man finally had a turbulent gaze. He held down the fair neck of the person in front of him, and suddenly leaned forward, biting Jiang Shuo's lips viciously.

The smell of blood covered all senses, Yin Sui forcefully opened Jiang Shuo's tightly closed teeth, swept through the warm inside with a destructive aggressive gesture, and forcibly left a bloody kiss.

When they parted, he kissed Jiang Shuo's dazed eyes and lowered his tone.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time." The young man sighed.

In an instant, Yin Sui's scarlet eyes quickly dimmed, he let go of the hand that restrained Jiang Shuo, and his whole body fell back weakly.

"died……"

A few monks not far away looked at the long sword stuck in Yin Sui's chest in disbelief, and said in a daze, "This devil... is dead?"

Jiang Shuo stood there blankly, a few drops of blood from Yin Sui's heart splashed on the side of his face, glaring extremely glaringly on his pale face.

"Dead?" The middle-aged male cultivator rushed over, bent down and trembling to check the young man's breath, then stood up and shouted joyfully, "Dead!"

Jiang Shuo's gaze fell on Yin Sui, and he saw the young man's face covered with bloodstains and magic lines, and his chest with a sword stuck in it without a trace of ups and downs.

"Jiang Xianjun..." The middle-aged male cultivator was still ecstatic, but when he turned his head, he was stunned: "Xianjun, what's wrong with you?"

Thousands of miles away, inside the Jiuhua Gate, the disciples who were flustered by the strangeness of the Demon Locking Pagoda heard a loud noise and couldn't help but look up.

Under the anxious gaze of hundreds of people, the spire of the Demon Locking Tower, which was engraved with spells, shook first, and then suddenly burst open at a certain moment.

"Back -!" Si Yaotang's senior sister was the first to react, and shouted to the other disciples.

The gray-black crushed stones fell down violently, carrying a strong and substantive demonic energy, and smashed a large pit of corrosion on the ground.

At the same time, Yin Sui opened his eyes on the ninth floor of the Demon Locking Tower.

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