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

The owner of the hand, Yan Zizhi, said casually: "Don't move so fast..."

system:【? ?What the hell are you talking about! ! 】

"Tick him." Yan said righteously.

How can you prove the truth if you don't flirt?

He felt a strand of the man's hair rubbing back and forth between his ears.

Coupled with the ambiguous words in his mouth.

Lin Yuan's body collapsed even tighter.

If it wasn't for the low visibility due to the surrounding fog, his red earlobes would have been recognized at a glance.

"Don't do it, it's not the batch just now." Yan Zizhi still caught the pink in someone's earlobe.

He lightly hooked the corner of his mouth and let go of the other party, and walked a few barefoot steps into the fog.

A pair of ankles are shining brightly in the white mist, one step at a time, if another bell is dropped...

Lin Yuan calmly withdrew his gaze.

The cold touch of the wrist gradually became cooler than the skin next to him after the other party let go.

"Who is it! It must be coming again! I have no strength and I am dying!"

"What are you talking about, as long as the elder brother is here, we will be able to survive!"

"What about Xianzun, why didn't Xianzun come to save us, I'm afraid."

In the direction Yan Zizhi walked, there were scattered figures and the sound of swords being drawn.

Hearing the voice of people, the Yongji Sword pierced through the air, cutting the fog ahead in an instant.

Several young disciples who were trapped in the mist exclaimed: "It's Yongji, the Immortal has returned, and the Immortal has come to save us!"

The few people screaming and jumping in front of them, their water-blue Taoist uniforms marked with Taiwei school were stained with stains, and they seemed to have been tortured by a lot of embarrassment.

When he saw Lin Yuan, he went crazy, and ran to this side excitedly, and stopped the car urgently because of Lin Yuan's identity.

Several young disciples collided into a ball immediately, but panickedly put away their expressions, and saluted politely: "I have seen the immortal."

Some of the timid ones were sobbing and sobbing before their tears were wiped away, which was very funny.

Lin Yuan didn't have any excitement about reuniting after a long absence, but just nodded lightly with calm eyes.

Yan Zizhi stood lazily aside, taking everything into his eyes.

Putting on his pants and leaving, he came back to save his disciples.

But why is he so indifferent to the little disciple?

"It's him! Why is he here? Wasn't he given to the Yaozu?" A young disciple spotted Yan Zizhi not far away and exclaimed.

"Ji Yunzhi, why are you so lingering, you have been chasing our senior brother to this point!"

"That's right, our senior brother is as bright as the moon between the clouds, so there's nothing you, an outer disciple, can covet. You should stay in that bastard monster clan to fend for yourself!"

Yan Zizhi:?Who do I covet?

Xiang Jiurong rolled up his sleeves:?Where does the bird not shit?

The system weakly said: [That, Ji Yunzhi in that book, he is a broken sleeve, he has always loved the hero Lin Jiran, and even went up the mountain several times to harass the hero, he has done a lot of stupid things...]

So that person is the hero in the book?

System: [That's right, that's right, this is a book about all villains. The male protagonist is a white-collar, paranoid character, cruel means, the kind who kills teachers and ancestors. 】

Yan Zizhi: Who is his master?Such bad luck.

The system is weak: [Linyuan Immortal Venerable...]

???

Yan Zizhi turned his head to look.

Among the disciples, Lin Jiran was the only one standing straight in the mist with a long sword in his hand.

The black and gold outfit on his body made his figure even more upright in the thick fog.

On his face, there are the words "Mobei Laozi" in capital letters.

He was the last to come over, and made a teacher's salute to Lin Yuan: "Master."

This time, the war-damaged beauty didn't even nod her head, and her eyes were empty.

Lin Jiran has long been used to this kind of treatment.

He mechanically pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled.

Those dark eyes made me very uncomfortable.

want to smoke him.

Well, breaking his pride and pressing him to the ground.

Yan Zizhi hadn't looked back at the hero before he was seen by a few young disciples, who moved their heads in front of him and blocked his eyes.

"Don't look at our big brother!"

Oh, he just likes to go against these little kids.

He not only wants to see, but also to get closer to see.

Yan Zizhi walked forward barefoot, staring at Lin Jiran without hesitation.

The scrutiny in his eyes probably belonged to the 'jian', and he almost took off the outer robe.

The latter was a little displeased, frowned and greeted him with a side face.

Didn't even give one.

System: [Should you covet the hero's skin again and want to take it away?Don't blame me for not reminding you, Lin Yuan hates to seize the house the most in his life, you have his imprint in the sea of ​​consciousness, you can't seize the house...]

Manually block system chatter.

It's called trapping.

If you want a food to fall in love with you before throwing it away, you have to create some competitors for it.

For example, the male protagonist who delivered to the door in front of me.

Yan Zizhi's eyes were misty, and he looked across Linyuan to Lin Jiran: "They say I like you?"

This is a rhetorical question.

Lin Jiran frowned even deeper.

Ever since this person was brought back to Taiwei by the sect leader, he has been shamelessly appearing behind him from time to time.

Regardless of how miserable Ji Yunzhi's background was, the main reason was that this person's timid character was useless and would only become a drag.

He came here at this time, it must be because he rushed into Wuwang Realm and couldn't get out, so he ran over and hugged his thigh.

It's a waste of time to entangle with such useless hooligans.

Lin Jiran was about to pour a basin of cold water.

But the other party said very seriously: "I think you should reflect on yourself, what is it that I have taken a fancy to, and then work hard to get rid of it."

Lin Jiran:? ?

Other little disciples:? ? ?

The cold water that Lin Jiran was about to blurt was stuck in his throat, he couldn't get up or down, and he didn't know what expression to put on his face for a while.

【You call this trapping?I see that the hero wants to kill you already. 】

"I don't understand. If you say you like him, he will only hate you. But if you say something else, he will scratch his heart..."

Yan Zizhi was about to take a step forward, but was suddenly forced back by a silver light.

With a tense face, Lin Yuan put Yongji between him and Lin Jiran, and called out: "Be alert."

Yan smiled and stopped talking.

What is this called? The fish started biting the hook.

At this moment, the stagnant Chu Ge suddenly sounded again.

All Taiwei's disciples immediately formed a formation, looking vigilantly at the thick fog that had gathered.

This formation is very subtle, and Lin Jiran is surrounded in the center, for fear that he will be touched by Yan Zizhi.

Wei Wei clearly had to keep Xiang Jiurong and Yan Zizhi outside.

And Lin Yuan stood alone between the two small groups.

It probably means that the immortal does not need protection.

The disciples of the Taiwei Sect said righteously and sternly: "Ji Yunzhi, stay away from us, we will never protect you!"

"That's right, you take the little hairless monster beside you and go far away, we are in the realm of no presumption, and we are on our own!"

Everyone detests 'Ji Yunzhi'.

This group of dogs look down on the immortals who are inferior to others.

The 'hairless little monster' Xiang Jiurong was going to pick up his [-]cm-long monster knife and do it.

Yan Zizhi grabbed his sleeve: "Little quail, borrow a fire."

Xiang Jiurong:?

Yan Zizhi squatted on the ground at some point, fiddling with something like an earthen stove without any kindling inside.

Although he didn't want to be a flint and steel, Xiang Jiurong didn't want to face a group of immoral children who looked down on him.

With a wave of his little hand, the fire in the stove was fierce and ignited spontaneously without wind.

This is his unique skill as a phoenix, Samadhi is really hot!

Xiang Jiurong pouted triumphantly at the little disciple of Xianmen, but found that the expressions on the faces of the bear children on the opposite side were very complicated.

Looking down, the people around him have already taken out from the storage ring one by one: dinner plates, bowls and chopsticks, and various kinds of rich meat food with bloodstains.

For example, a whole chicken, a whole rabbit, and even a whole leg of lamb...

Xiang Jiurong: "Why do these foods look so familiar?"

Isn't this the night of candles in his bridal chamber, the banquet that the Yaozu prepared in the room?

Xiang Jiurong took a deep breath and advised himself to forget it.

They moved all the chairs here, and the table of food is not bad.

At this time, Yan Zizhi handed over a rabbit: "Cut it with your demon knife, and then string it together. Oh, remember not to split the rabbit's head, it will affect the taste."

Xiang Jiurong:? ? ? "Do you know how much human blood my demon knife drank! Use it to cut this thing? And why should I skewer it!"

This young master refuses!

"I think your skill at stringing up battle flags is very good." Yan Zizhi praised without distraction.

The young master of the demon tribe who was inexplicably praised grabbed his [-]cm long demon knife and "diligently" chopped the rabbit into pieces.

Under the watchful eyes of the pupil of Xianmen Xiongzi, the two started to barbecue as if no one else was around.

The rabbit's head and legs began to "sizzle" after a while, and the fragrance was overflowing.

In the formation circle over there, a young disciple stopped raising his sword and wiped the saliva from his mouth in frustration.

They are so hungry, they have been trapped here for several days, and their stomachs are already hungry.

Just this momentary movement caused the whole formation to be found a breakthrough by the "walking dead", and layers of corpses rushed there like a tide.

So there are two extreme forms in the environment.

On one side are the disciples of the Taiwei sect who frantically defended against the 'walking corpse'. Everyone was sweating profusely from the killing, and could hardly hold the sword in their hands.

"Don't let that man wave the flag, he will get poisoned arrows!" A young disciple shouted.

As soon as the voice fell to the ground, the figure holding the military flag in the dense fog shook his arms, like a signal.

In just a few seconds, the sound of sharp blades piercing the sky came from a distance, and thousands of arrows fell like rain.

In the lingling white mist, the head of the arrow glowed with blue light, which was obviously poisonous.

On the other side, "Why did you even bring out the peppers!"

"Besides, add more spiciness, the rabbit's head is not spicy enough, I won't talk about you, even if you bring my whole monster clan here, I won't talk about you."

"Just give me a bite of the rabbit's head, just one bite! One bite!"

Lin Yuan really couldn't stand it.

The Eternal Silence Sword was dispatched with a 'clang', and once again eliminated all the poisonous arrows without any accident.

It's just that every time Yongji makes a move, it will consume a layer of Linyuan's mana.

If it is outside the realm of innocence, this meager amount of magic power will not have any effect, and the spiritual energy of the world is sufficient, and it will be replenished soon.

But the territory of Wuwang is different, there is no grass growing here, and the people are dying.

Not only is there no trace of aura, but there are also evil spirits.

That is to say, the more mana is consumed in the realm of innocence, the more evil spirit is inhaled.

Before the magic power recovered, he was killed by the evil spirit.

This is the reason why Lin Yuan was seriously injured even though he had already entered the realm of gods.

The little disciple who had just resisted a wave of attacks desperately took a breath, and someone stared at Yan Zizhi resentfully: "Why didn't the walking dead go to 'Ji Yunzhi'? Are you here?"

"The ghost knows if he secretly learned some sinister spells. If he hadn't been evil, he wouldn't have been abandoned by the head!"

This is pouring dirty water out of thin air, hey!

Xiang Jiurong stood up holding the rabbit head he had so hard to get, and was dragged down by the tail by Yan.

Someone from Yan stuffed him with a leg of lamb to stabilize his mood.

Of course there will be no devils coming to attack him.

He is the ancestor of the demon clan!

What's the rush? Lin Jiran, the hero who was also disliked in the book, isn't in a hurry yet.

Not long after the little disciple finished speaking, the people around him poked him on the arm: "Stop talking, senior brother doesn't like to hear this."

Looking at Lin Jiran again, he had a dark face the whole time, with the words 'shut up' written all over his face.

The little disciple immediately fell silent.

Come to think of it, because of his bad birth, senior brother, even if he wins the group arena, no one is willing to accept him as a disciple.

Later, it was Xianzun who accepted him as a disciple regardless of his status, and only then did he have his current status.

But Xianzun is cold-tempered, and he only names the senior brother as a disciple in name, and still lets him practice with the disciples.

Everyone whispered about it in private, maybe Xianzun felt that the senior brother was too pitiful.

Yan Zizhi is not interested in these gossips,

He was very leisurely, teasing the system while eating grilled skewers: In the original book, Lin Yuan didn't come back, so these chattering little things can still live?

The system secretly stared at the drumstick in his hand: [Without Lin Yuan, the male protagonist would have fought back from the ground, leading a group of disciples out of the realm of innocence, and gaining full reputation. 】

Yan Zizhi: "Why did he fight back?"

The system is a little proud: [He is the hero, of course he has the aura of the hero, he will obtain the ancient artifact in the realm of innocence, and then lead everyone to leave safely! 】

Yan Zizhi: "The name is very big, what's the use of breaking the magic weapon?"

The system is annoyed: [Of course it works!Could it be something bad for the hero! 】

[Ancient artifact!In the settings, the retrospective mirror can turn the world upside down and reshape anything!In the end, the male protagonist relied on this artifact to kill Lin Yuan! 】

Remodeling?

Isn't this a coincidence?

I can't take it away, so I have to reshape one.

Yan Zizhi clapped his little hands in his heart: "Thank you for sharing."

system:【...? ? ?You use me! !You actually used the system to hack you! ! 】

Yan Zizhi picked out his ears.

If you don't listen, don't listen, Wang Ba recites the scriptures.

Within the formation, none of the Taiwei disciples spoke.

I really can't scold Ji Yunzhi, the smell of those roasted chicken, roasted rabbit and roasted leg of lamb wafted over my head, making me unable to speak.

They want to eat.

They want to eat too much.

But in front of them there are only endless 'walking dead' that have been refreshing.

Heaven is unfair!

Yan Zizhi was about to take a bite of the tender and juicy chicken drumstick again, when Yongji suddenly stood in front of him.

Lin Yuan's complexion was very bad.

Every fierce battle is a great consumption for him.

Seeing that he might spit out another mouthful of blood, Yan Zizhi chose to put down the drumstick.

'Battle-Damaged Beauty' spitting blood is nice though.

However, he didn't want others to see it.

Good things are meant to be kept alone.

"You want me to go with you?"

Lin Yuan didn't speak, turned around and walked into the thick fog.

Yan Zizhi also stood up and followed slowly.

Xiang Jiurong, who was left behind to enjoy the food alone, gestured with his hand to the movement of Yongjijian just now, and scratched the bird's head in a daze: How did you understand Linyuan's meaning?

After the fog, there is another space.

Under the misty sky, at the same height as the sun and the moon, hangs an inconspicuous 'stone'.

It's a pity that there is no sun and moon in the sky in the entire realm of Wuwang, only a cloud of dust.

For some reason, when Yan Zizhi saw that 'stone', his heart skipped a beat.

It seems that he is extremely familiar with this 'stone'.

But he hasn't been here.

"This is the formation in the realm." This is not the first time Linyuan has come here.

Last night, he also followed the sound of water droplets to walk here, and was accidentally teleported out of the realm of innocence on the way to break the formation.

Only then will he fall into the realm of the Yaozu and meet 'Ji Yunzhi'.

Yan Zizhi raised his hand towards the void, trying to touch it.

See if you can remember something.

Lin Yuan added behind him, "You can't touch it, you will die if you touch it."

Is it?

If you touch it, you will die, why is Linyuan sent out?

Does he have any relationship with this 'stone'?

Yan Zizhi looked at the 'stone' one more time.

He knew very well that this was not a stone at all.

It should be the ancient artifact in the mouth of the system, the World Tracing Mirror.

The mirror is dusty, and it is only possible to take out this artifact if the entire realm of innocence is broken.

Yan Zizhi's thoughts were interrupted by Chu's song.

Around him and Lin Yuan, a group of 'walking dead' gradually gathered around him again due to the sound of Chu singing.

Yan Zizhi took all the 'walking corpses' into his eyes: "Before you met this 'stone', you were never separated from those little guys?"

"Never."

He stared at the group of 'walking corpses' in front of him, just like before.

It's really the same, even the order of appearance of the clothes is exactly the same.

A certain person had an idea in mind, yawned, and put a hand on Lin Yuan's shoulder inadvertently: "Then it seems better to be with me."

His little fingertip just happened to touch the iris umbrella on someone's shoulder.

Lin Yuan froze...

system:【? ? 】What does it mean to flirt while talking?

Is this how Ruthless Dao is played?

How come... so flirtatious.

Lin Yuan's face collapsed, and his shoulders sank without a trace.

The white and slender hand fell from his shoulder, and the master was not annoyed, and the five fingers were lightly retracted and hidden in the cuff.

System: [What did you secretly hide in his body! 】

"A plaything." Yan Zizhi put away the things in his hand, turned around and was about to return.

The handle of Eternal Silence lay across his neck again from behind.

"You are not Ji Yunzhi."

The author has something to say:

Lin Yuan: What did you put in my body?

Yan Zizhi: You guessed it.

Black-bellied Linyuan is full of Yan Zizhi: You will be punished for being stubborn.I'm going to put one too.

The little devil with red eyes: Umm, it's too, it's too crowded...