After the battle to damage the Immortal Venerable to prove the ruthless way

This scene seems familiar.

Yan Zizhi closed his eyes slightly, looking at the person in front of him.

Lin Yuan, who had been healed by him before, now had another image of a 'battle-damaged beauty'.

Why are you hurt again?

"How did you cure me, do it again."

Lin Yuan's words were a bit colder than the devilish energy whizzing past his ears.

system:【? ? ? 】

Isn't it, really greedy for this devil's body? ? ?

Lin Yuan held his sword and stood there.

It is so graceful that it looks like an eternal statue.

There are no waves in the ancient well in the eyes of the abyss, and the angle of looking at people from top to bottom is like standing on the highest point of heaven.

Ruthlessly looking down on all beings.

Sorrow and joy cross by themselves.

However, such an ascetic-looking person said in his mouth, "Do it again."

Yan Zizhi:?

I just said he was greedy for my body.

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System: [You can shut up.I suspect he had no idea what happened that night! 】

Yan Zizhi became interested and leaned forward.

"Really, then I'll help him recall memories."

The fairy sword in Lin Yuan's hand was extremely sharp, Yan Zizhi just changed his posture, and the point of the sword broke the buckle on his body.

The red wedding gown fell to the ground.

Inside is a black inner garment, which wraps Yan Zizhi's smooth figure, and every muscle is growing properly.

Under the wrapping of evil spirit, the bare skin was still glowing with white light.

Blow bombs can be broken.

"Do you want to do it again here? Immortal Venerable is really unrestrained."

Yan Zizhi raised his hand accordingly.

With a twitch of Bai Yuwuxia's fingers holding the knot, half of the inner garment slipped off, revealing half of her flickering fragrant shoulders.

On Xiang's shoulder, there was the same mark as the sword in Lin Yuan's hand.

Shining brightly.

Lin Yuan, who always had only one expression on his face, began to crack slowly.

He turned his head abruptly.

The person who was already wounded spit out a mouthful of blood under the rush of fire.

It's like an abstinent Buddhist who has practiced in the mountains for thousands of years, accidentally broke into a pool of spring water, and glimpsed the indescribable spring scenery.

The lofty immortal was pulled down from the mortal world.

My ears are red.

System: 【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!How can you prove his ruthlessness like this! 】

Yan Zizhi's laughter overflowed lightly.

Morality?

As a demon, being immoral and inhuman is a routine operation.

"Don't you think war-damaged beauties are particularly attractive? I'm just adding blessings to your boring work."

System: [Unexpectedly, I can't extricate myself...]

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Hearing that chuckle, Lin Yuan's heart moved, and his voice was inexplicably hoarse.

There was a slight lack of confidence in his usual indifferent tone,

"Get dressed."

Then someone's robe flew back to someone's body, wrapping him tightly into a rice dumpling.

Except for the head, there is not an inch of skin exposed on the whole body.

Yan Zizhi moved his fingers lazily, and loosened the clothes that made him breathless: "Don't do it again? It's a pity."

System: [What are you sorry about, what a pity! 】

"You don't understand, I didn't do enough pre/play before, this time I come to play a big ticket, and I promise that when the deity abandons him, his heart will feel like a knife and he will die..."

[I pretended I believed it. 】

Lin Yuan turned his back to him and said nothing.

But it could be clearly seen that the aura around him twitched.

Probably someone wanted to come up with a sword.

Yan Zizhi didn't care, he put on his clothes, and opened his hands to the other party in a serious manner: "Thank you for paying the treatment fee last night, one hundred thousand spirit stones."

Linyuan: ...

At this moment, Xiang Jiurong, who was falling from the sky with all his strength, watched this evocative and exciting picture from beginning to end.

The painting style suddenly changed to asking for money.

Before he had time to brake, Xiang Jiurong landed on his face:? ? ?

My daughter-in-law actually played and undressed with others in front of me?

Still charged?

"This is the person who practiced spiritually with you last night! The mischievous immortal energy in the Albizia julibrissin belongs to him! I smell it!"

Xiang Jiurong, who had been burned into a ball of fire, obviously had amazing recovery ability. He patted his buttocks and stood up, not forgetting to comb the three tail feathers that were burnt.

Shaking his tail feathers triumphantly: "Okay, you are a married couple!"

Yan Zizhi: It's a pity that there is no fire to eat quail.

System: [... Can you be normal, you have been caught! 】

"Really?" Yan Zizhi thoughtfully.

Then, Lin Yuan didn't turn his head, and the elusive sword brushed past everyone's eyes.

Xiang Jiurong's three remaining tail feathers also fell to the ground.

The bewildered young master looked at the three lifeless tail feathers on the ground.

Pupil Earthquake!

what happened?What about my three beautiful tails? ? ?

Although chopping off the tail does nothing but affect his good looks.

but!

These nine tail feathers are where the spiritual power of Xiang Jiurong is stored, let alone cutting off three at the same time.

Even a tail feather needs a Nascent Soul cultivator to exchange his life for a chance.

How could this be so!

so terrible!

More than that.

The sword that cut off the tail feathers was still pointed at him with a cold light.

And the tip of the sword was picked up and down.

Unknown Xiang Jiurong:?

Lin Yuan, who turned around after confirming that someone was fully dressed, cherished the words like gold: "He will give you the spirit stone."

Yan Zizhi was also polite, and immediately turned to the bald little quail with his outstretched hands: "Thank you for the one hundred thousand spirit stones."

Xiang Jiurong:? ? ?

Why do I have to pay for someone else who slept with my wife?

Money is not important, the main thing is dignity.

How about the dignity of the young master of the monster clan!

The bald-tailed quail, who wanted to stand up and resist, set his eyes on the fairy sword.

Two words are engraved on the body of the cold sword: Eternal Silence.

Eternal Silence Sword!

As soon as the eternal silence comes out, the mountains and rivers will remain silent forever.

This is the fairy sword of Taiwei Sect's immortal master Linyuan who stepped into the realm of transforming gods. This sword followed Linyuan to kill all dissatisfied people in the three realms, but it is a famous fierce sword artifact!

Xiang Jiurong shrank the quail's neck, knowing it in his heart.

The swordsman in front of him must be the legendary Linyuan Immortal Venerable.

It turned out to be the God Transformation boss disguised as a little transparent.

Sloppy and hasty, under the supervision (threat) of Xianjian, Xiang Jiurong reluctantly paid the fee.

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Xianjian was very satisfied with Xiang Jiurong's actions, tapped the tip of the sword, and flew back to Lin Yuan's side and disappeared.

The atmosphere was quiet for a moment.

Lin Yuan turned his back to everyone, half closed his eyes, and leaned against a dead tree trunk.

Fluorescent dots of aura hovered around him, gradually forming an eggshell-like thing to envelop him.

System: [It is true that he is healing, but the aura of Wuwang Realm is thin, and it will take a lot of time to heal his injuries. 】

Yan Zizhi: Why don't I make a sacrifice and directly practice dual cultivation.

System: 【...Don't make it so obvious that you want to make money! 】

Finding fault with Lin Yuan is not feasible.

The money and the goods are settled, and the daughter-in-law has been sold for nothing, so that terrible person won't intervene anymore, right?

Xiang Jiurong shifted the object wisely, and said arrogantly to Yan Zizhi: "What, go back with me to accept the crime, don't think that I will forgive you if you jump off."

Yan Zizhi counted the spirit stones, put away the storage ring, and spread his hands: "I want to go back with you, but I have to ask if it agrees."

it?

Xiang Jiurong followed his gaze and turned his head to look.

There is only mist behind, and no one is there.

"You fucking meow are you teasing this young master, aren't you!"

As soon as Xiang Jiurong finished speaking, he shuddered.

What's going on, why do you feel the chill behind you?

"Tick tock." "Tick tock."

The very clear sound of water droplets, from far to near, flashed by Xiang Jiurong's ears.

The young master took a deep breath, and turned his head at an extremely fast speed.

I want to see which blind thing dares to tease him.

However, there was still no one there.

Only the thicker the fog, the visibility was only about three meters.

The most frightening thing was that the sound of 'tick' almost changed according to the direction of his head turning.

This time, it appeared behind his back, and rang close to his ear again.

This feeling was like a bloody corpse being hung upside down above his head, and the blood kept dripping down due to inertia.

With a sound of 'clang', Xiang Jiurong's demon sword was unsheathed.

He protected the demon knife on his chest, but moved honestly behind Yan Zizhi's back, stuck out his bird's head and said, "Can you see 'it'? What is it?"

Yan Zizhi casually stretched out his hand.

Xiang Jiurong thought he wanted to guide the direction.

Unexpectedly, the latter just raised two fingers: "Two thousand spirit stones, one thousand for one question."

"Fuck."

Can you respect 'it'?

The terrifying atmosphere created by 'it' has been completely destroyed.

Despite his reluctance, Xiang Jiurong took out two thousand spirit stones from his pocket.

Yan Zizhi was counting seriously.

one two Three…

The sound of water drops rang in his ears, one drop, two drops, three drops... as if they were playing the accompaniment.

This kind of strange and unharmonious scene made Xiang Jiurong's whole bird get goosebumps.

For a moment, it was unclear which one was more terrifying, Yan Zizhi or 'It'.

It wasn't until Yan Zizhi had counted clearly that he put it into the storage ring in an orderly manner and replied: "I can see it, but I don't see what it is."

Xiang Jiurong: "???"

That's it?Worth two thousand spirit stones?

He had never seen such a brazen man.

The young master was about to curse, but at this moment, another voice that was completely different from the sound of water droplets rang in the ears of the three of them.

Like someone singing in the mist.

The singing is desolate and distant, full of the flavor of the old frontier tune.

At first it was a single voice, and then gradually more and more different voices were added, and there were thousands and hundreds of people in front and back.

Thousands and hundreds of people hummed a song at the same time, singing non-stop around the three of them.

The only thing they have in common is that they are all male voices.

old, young, strong, husky...

It seems that with the three of them as the center, tens of thousands of people spread out around...

Like, an encirclement...

At the same time, Lin Yuan, who closed his eyes and meditated, also stood up from the dead tree, calling for Eternal Silence.

System: [This scene is so familiar, we have an idiom called, besieged on all sides. 】

"Besieged on all sides?" Yan Zizhi repeated, feeling very appropriate.

Aren't they besieged on all sides, a group of men who sing such desolate tunes, what else could they be other than the army?

The three of them leaned back unconsciously and turned in three different directions.

As if to confirm what Yan Zizhi said just now, a figure in armor gradually emerged from the mist.

As the figures got closer and closer through the thick fog, their vision could be seen a little more clearly in the fog.

There were broken arrowheads on those people's armor, leather ropes cut off by knives, and some were stained with mottled blood.

Everyone seemed to have just experienced a thrilling war.

After a while, the three of them were trapped in the middle.

"Well, it's really fun." Under the tension, Yan Zizhi stretched his waist untimely: "As soon as the song of Chu rang, the sound of water drops disappeared."

"What a fun ball!" It was Xiang Jiurong who yelled: "It must be the sound of water droplets that called this group of people who are neither human nor ghost!"

Not necessarily.

Yan Zizhi didn't want to speak, he was more interested in the source of the sound of water drops than the soldiers in front of him.

Because the group of soldiers who surrounded them looked like walking corpses who were simply affected by evil spirits. They didn't have their own thinking, and they only listened to the call to act.

Maybe it was only because of Chu Gesheng's call that he surrounded him.

But the sound of water droplets is completely different.

'It' can flexibly avoid Xiang Jiurong's search, not to mention how capable it is, at least it proves that it is a thinking thing.

After the death of ordinary people, under the deliberate influence of evil spirits, they can turn into man-made 'walking corpses', obeying the orders of the person who released the evil spirits, similar to marionettes.

This is the usual method of their demons.

But this kind of 'walking corpse' trained by evil techniques is a dead thing without thinking. Whether it is attacking or marching, it is walking on a planned route, and it is absolutely impossible for it to change by itself.

Therefore, a magical 'walking corpse' with its own thinking is very interesting.

But now is not the time to study 'it'.

Yan Zizhi's thoughts returned to a group of armored 'walking corpses' in front of him.

The song of Chu, which had been paused for a while, sounded again.

The group of armored 'walking corpses' gradually became irritable amidst the singing, those holding spears, those holding broad knives, and those holding battle flags all rushed towards the three of them desperately.

At the same time, Lin Yuan's radiant eternal silence pierced heavily into the ground under his feet.

The strength of this thrust was so shocking that the surrounding thick fog shook.

Then the celestial power like ripples formed a cobweb along the ground, sweeping across the world.

With the three of them at the center, a huge water-blue magic circle was formed.

just for a moment,

Just for a moment.

All the 'walking corpses' were trapped in the circle, roaring and roaring non-stop.

It was as if he was enduring the most painful death in the world.

Every inch of the body was gradually melted under the pressure of the water magic circle.

Where is the water.

That is a life-threatening poison!

The 'walking corpses' everywhere are 'melted', but they are not breathing.

System: [Wow, it looks like ice cream has been exposed to the sun. 】

The eyes of the three returned to a thick fog again.

The horror atmosphere in the early stage is full, so it can be solved so easily?

Yan Zizhi didn't really believe it, he tilted his head to look at Linyuan.

The latter looked very uncomfortable with his tilted head, and said concisely: "They can't kill them all."

Unable to kill?

Can't kill!

Just as Lin Yuan finished speaking, that weird Chu song sounded again!

The same tone, the same song, extremely desolate.

Some figures emerged from the thick fog again, but the number was not as large as last time.

It looks a bit scattered and out of place.

Linyuan raised his hand and sacrificed eternal silence.

Wiping his neck diagonally, a hand stretched out and suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Lin Yuan's body tensed suddenly: "..."

That hand was white and translucent, with distinct joints, like a cold snake, wrapping around his wrist.

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Yan Zizhi: Well, too, too soon...

Lin Yuan's ears turned red.

The system is ready to be mosaiced.

Yan Zizhi rolled his eyes: What are you pretending to be, I mean he killed too fast!