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

Yan Zizhi tiptoed.

Try to make yourself look like a cat.

He learned this cowardly catwalk from that big fat orange.

The man in black didn't seem to notice his arrival, and was still coughing slightly.

Yan Zizhi stretched out his hand towards the man's hood.

Before he could take it off to let the other party show Lushan's true face, he was shaken away by a powerful spiritual force.

This spiritual power, accompanied by strands of black evil spirit, spread out from the man's arm, gradually winding into the shape of vines.

This spiritual power was so strong that Yan Zizhi couldn't even hold his body steady.

The moment he fell to the ground, the streamer umbrella flew out to block the owner.

The purple streamer umbrella is turning around in the air, and there is a cute little purple bell hanging on the corner of each umbrella rib.

For a while, the lotus pond jingled.

Fenghe raised lightly.

Perhaps the familiar bell rang, making the man in black stop the attacking action in his hands.

His sanity regained a little clarity.

Because his right hand was severely eroded by evil spirits, he was about to attack Yan Zizhi.

But the left hand desperately grasped that hand.

Yan Zizhi saw this man's fighting left and right.

A strange emotion appeared in the corner of his eyes.

He doesn't want to hurt himself?

Who is he?

"leave here."

With a hoarse voice, Lin Yuan struggled to squeeze out these four words.

He didn't suddenly lose control.

This short moment of loss of clarity means that his body left in the realm of innocence is being bitten by evil spirits crazily.

The evil spirit is the most yin thing in the world, and it can penetrate everything, let alone his already dilapidated fairy body.

He doesn't want to hurt anyone.

Especially this one in front of me.

Time is really short.

I only hope that I can survive until the end of the ghost realm.

Lin Yuan tried hard to digest the sanity lost due to the instant counterattack of the evil spirit, and prepared to stand up unsteadily.

But he was pressed on his shoulder by a hand with sharp joints.

"do not move."

The man held a purple streamer umbrella in his hand.

With small bells, the rickety umbrella gradually lifted over his head, enveloping him there.

Stream after stream, the devilish energy as thin as a gossamer slowly traveled through his whole body from under the umbrella.

Gradually appease the unbearable evil spirit in his body.

The reason why you will be repeatedly devoured by evil spirits when you leave the realm of innocence is because these evil spirits are like headless flies, which need to constantly absorb the same kind to make up for themselves.

If they can't find the same kind, they will frantically bite the body.

Until the soul of this body is torn apart, it is assimilated into a monster that is no different from itself.

And there is enough magic energy in the streamer umbrella.

Lin Yuan didn't look up.

The last time, the person in front of me walked towards him holding an umbrella, walking with cinnabar-dotted steps.

He said something that pleased him...

later……

And this time,

Lin Yuan closed his eyes and waved his hands cruelly.

Gaining a brief moment of respite, the original majestic mana returned to his palm again.

He knocked down the streamer umbrella that was propped on top of his head to the ground.

Jingling bells collided with bluestone slabs.

The sound is crisp but a little harsh.

Under the Shadow Retriever Orb, everything will be recorded.

Including streamer umbrella.

And the magic energy emanating from the umbrella.

Yan Zizhi stood there, looking down at the man in black.

That weird feeling haunted me again.

This majestic aura that knocked down his umbrella was very familiar, and it only knocked down his umbrella. With the strength of the man in black, he could completely destroy his magic weapon.

But he didn't.

His streamer umbrella was intact and returned to his palm quietly.

Is the man in black worried that the magic energy in the streamer umbrella will be seen by the outside?

This is in the realm of demons and ghosts.

As long as he is not in the Taiwei faction and does not have the keen sense of smell of the mountain guardian beast, even if he uses the streamer umbrella.

It will never be exposed.

Because he had already intertwined the fairy energy and devil energy left by Linyuan in the umbrella.

Commonly known as water rujiaorong.

Across the Shadow Tracking Orb, those old men with white beards would never notice the clues.

This person is always helping him to think for him...

Mozun is not willing to owe favors, especially strangers.

So he raised his hand and condensed some of the magic energy in the streamer umbrella into a small bead.

The little bead twirled quietly in the air and landed in Lin Yuan's hand.

"With it, you can appease the evil spirit."

Before Lin Yuan could refuse, there was a faint sound from the lotus pond in the distance.

The man in black robe was more vigilant than him.

A layer of invisible water-blue magic was intertwined on the two of them, hiding their figures very secretly behind the willow tree.

The sound is from the corridor opposite the lotus pond.

The voice was rumbling.

Like a nocturnal animal, it sneaks out to look for food.

The moonlight cast a layer of silvery light on the little animal.

It is a snow-white little fox.

Only the tip of the tail is a little red, which is very conspicuous.

It's just that this little fox is a bit thin and weak, and its pink and white body is thin and narrow, not round.

It looked around with the tip of its tail up, very vigilant.

After confirming that there was no one left or right, he stepped on the small plum blossom steps to the lotus pond.

Hiding his small body under the leaning on the corridor, he stretched out a claw and hooked it into the pond.

"It turned out to be a little fox that came out to steal."

Yan Zizhi felt that this little fox was really discerning, so he coveted the fat-headed fish in the lotus pond with him.

It means that these fat-headed fish must taste very delicious, and I will catch a few more to take away later.

The little fox's pink and tender paws were rippling with water, stirring back and forth in the pond several times.

But not a single fathead fish was caught.

After all, this fox is too thin and has very short paws.

Yan Zizhi watched anxiously from the sidelines.

I want to roll up my sleeves to help it.

By the way, I tasted it and burned a pot of fish head soup on the spot.

Gee.

It is very beautiful to think about it.

Just as the little fox was poking in his heart, the little furry figure suddenly turned into a ball and rolled into the pond.

Yan Zizhi:? ? ?

obviously.

Little fox can't swim.

The chubby body jumped in the water several times, and after choking on a few mouthfuls of water, it slowly sank downward.

Yan Zizhi didn't have the leisure to fish it out.

Not only no.

He still folded his hands, pretending to be watching a play.

It's just that the willow tree watching the show is a little malnourished.

The two of them were in a strange position at the moment.

In order to hide her body, Yan Zizhi leaned against the willow tree.

The breeze blew over the willow leaves, gently brushing against his ears.

It seems to have caused some kind of initial psychological throbbing.

Ears a little itchy.

And the man in black leaned sideways and pressed beside him.

Maybe it's because the moonlight is too dark, maybe it's because the evil spirit is too strong.

The man in black had his hood hanging down and couldn't see his face clearly.

But the even and orderly breathing from the tip of his nose was gently sprinkled on Yan Zizhi's side face one after another.

Touching the fluffy and soft down on his cheek.

They were very close.

The feeling is secret and familiar.

It's like when Linyuan turned into Xiao Wang's face and leaned forward in the realm of Wuwang.

The surrounding air is a bit stuffy.

The heartbeat is a little involuntary.

What is this strange feeling?

he does not know.

He just felt that they were too close and uncomfortable.

But right now, I couldn't push him away.

Because since the little fox fell down until now, a dusty shadow suddenly passed outside, squatting by the lotus pond.

It was a teenager.

To be exact, he was a young Taoist priest.

The little Taoist held a freshly cut green bamboo pole in his hand, and handed it to the little fox flopping about in the water.

The little fox put its soft paws on the bamboo pole, tried several times but couldn't hold on tightly.

In the end, his extremely weak body fell into the depths of a lotus pond.

The little Taoist let out an exclamation, then he took off his robe without hesitation, and jumped down.

For a time, water splashed everywhere.

The little Taoist dived in the water for a long time, and then slowly climbed up to the shore holding the wet and limp little fox with one hand and pushing aside the lotus leaves with the other.

The first thing he did when he went ashore was to blow into the little fox's mouth.

The little Taoist stroked the fox's soft belly with one hand, bent down and pressed it against the little fox's mouth, blowing air while pressing.

It took a long time for the naughty little fox to spit out all the water in his mouth, turned over and lay on the ground looking down.

The two ears are pulled there, looking pitiful.

"Master said that all the fish in this pond have become spirits, so you can't eat them."

Little Taoists did not chant Amitabha Buddha.

Instead, he looked at the little fox he had rescued with a smile, bent down and hugged the limp little ball in his arms: "Go, I'll take you to find something to eat."

The two figures gradually disappeared by the lotus pond.

At this moment, the atmosphere under the willow tree became more and more strange.

Yan Zizhi heaved a sigh of relief and wanted to get up to leave, so he turned his head to push the person on him away.

Just at this moment, the extremely oppressive person turned his face with his head half high.

With a purse of her thin lips, the hood fell off instantly.

Yan Zizhi didn't want to miss the opportunity, so he raised his head suddenly.

The moonlight shone on the silver gray mask on the man's face.

Glowing cold light.

One looked up, the other looked down.

The distance of half a head was just enough for the thin lips under the mask to be printed on Yan Zizhi's lips.

Yan Zizhi:? ? ? ?

My first kiss! ! ! !

The warm touch stayed on the lips, and the two parties froze in place at the same time.

No one moved away first.

With a strong taste of cold mist, it penetrated between Yan's lips and teeth.

don't say...

It smells so good...

In the distance, wind and load lifted one by one.

Is it the wind or the heart.

neither knows.

??

"Fuck!"

In the end, worried about Yan Zizhi, he came out to look for him, Xiang Jiurong, who was staring at the pair of figures under the willow tree in astonishment.

Xiang Jiurong:? ? ?

My ex-wife at my age secretly came out to date someone behind my back?

Followed by Xiang Jiurong's words: "...I'm blind."

Now look at it from their point of view.

The black-robed Guixiu who belonged to the Wangyue Palace team was slightly taller than Ji Yunzhi by a head, and was "tree-donging" Ji Yunzhi beside the willow tree.

She lowered her head and gnawed on his lips.

They are lingering on each other.

After being discovered, Yan Zizhi suddenly pushed away the person who was pressing on him.

With a little bit of strength, he pushed the opponent to cough slightly.

Demon Lord himself: Just speechless.

Why do I feel that I am in a situation where I was arrested for conspiracy?

He's clearly a thousand-year-old bachelor, hey!

In order to cover up the embarrassment of being caught.

Yan Zizhi bowed his head unnaturally and coughed: "Where did the little Taoist priest carry the little fox just now? Did you see it?"

Xiang Jiurong scratched his head: "What kind of teacher is the law? What kind of fox?"

The little bird reacted slowly, and Yan Zizhi could understand it.

When his ex-wife was caught, he was heartbroken and shy, and Yan Zizhi could understand it.

He turned his head to look at Yan Wuwei to ease his embarrassment.

Yan Wuwei stared at the lotus pond in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking about.

He was reminded by Yan Zizhi's cough that he came back to his senses, and his tone was rare and indifferent: "I didn't see it."

Neither of them saw it?

Obviously the little mage and the little fox just disappeared.

Shouldn't everyone pay attention to the gossip? Hey!

Throw the table!

"Large social death scene" Yan Zizhi looked strangely at the lotus pond.

However, between the palms of the black-robed ghost he pushed away just now, the azure blue spell slowly rose, and hit the lotus pond lightly.

But it didn't touch the water.

Just like when he was pushed away by the domineering magic power of this ghost cultivator on the shore just now.

It's just that there are different spiritual power fluctuations around the lotus pond.

The water is rippling, and the moonlight is gloomy.

The rustling voice that belonged to the little fox sounded again.

A thin but fluffy little fox, with a little red on the tip of its tail, poked its head out of the corridor quietly.

Trying to walk towards the lotus pond.

This is exactly the same picture as before.

As if in a loop.

Yan Zizhi suddenly thought of the realm of innocence.

But not the same.

In the realm of innocence, it is because the world-retrospecting mirror is forcibly sealed there, so that the dead souls cannot enter the reincarnation, so they will perform their own stories in it time and time again, resulting in the formation of evil spirits.

There is no evil here.

He couldn't feel it at all.

What's more, the entire demon and ghost realm was arranged by the elders together. If there is a strong evil spirit, how can it not be noticed by the people of the immortal sect.

Then why did the story of the little fox become a cycle?

The figure of the black-robed ghost cultivator didn't move, but the night wind blew his robe upside down, making his figure look a bit bleak.

"It's a puzzle."

Xiang Jiurong slapped his head, this time he can answer quickly.

"It turned out to be a puzzle! This is a unique spell that belongs to our monster clan. A powerful monster, because he is not reconciled to a certain thing, his obsession will stay in the place where that thing happened, over and over again." The matter of circulation. Gradually it will become a puzzle, and it will appear as long as it encounters mana fluctuations."

Yan Zizhi:? ? ?

I don't understand your world very well.

It turned out to be just an illusion.

It's hard for him to sacrifice his hue, and go back and forth with the whole phantom.

Thinking about it is a bit of a disadvantage.

After the black-robed ghost xiu said these four words, he left without emotion.

This style of acting is really very similar to a certain immortal.

Pull up your pants and don't recognize people.

The demon is angry.

Humph.

But it's not all fruitless.

At least in the lotus pond broke through the confusion left by others.

Being able to appear in the middle of this mountain villa can prove that it has something to do with what may appear tonight.

This can be regarded as knowing the answer in advance.

At Su Yingzhu's end, Elder Qiu left temporarily to do some business.

When he came back, out of concern for the battle situation, he asked a lot: "The two most restless ones didn't have any trouble, did they?"

The most restless are also the two people he worries about the most.

One is that guy Ji Yunzhi.

The other is the black-robed ghost cultivator arranged by Lin Jingfeng.

He always felt that there was something wrong with that person.

Based on his observations of various disciples over the years, the cultivation level of this ghost cultivator is far above all disciples, even Lin Jiran can't compare.

How could you condescend yourself to attend the soul asking conference and ask for nothing.

That in itself is questionable.

The other elders laughed at him for worrying too much, and waved their hands: "They just hugged for a while, kissed, and did nothing else."

"Oh..." Elder Qiu had just heaved a sigh of relief when his chrysanthemum tightened suddenly.

? ? ? ?

Hold for a while? ? ? ?

kiss? ? ?

What did he miss?

Are the current disciples already so morally depressed and blatant?

"To avoid the phantom, it's not what you think."

"Oh……"

Mouth!Elder Ben didn't think about it.

Elder Qiu stroked his mustache in embarrassment.

I always feel that something is weird and I can't tell.

But how did the guys from the two opposing teams get together?

Is this a soul asking conference or a blind date conference?

The elder is speechless.jpg.

Night fell gradually.

The Demon Lord, who did not catch the fat-headed fish, returned angrily.

The moment he turned around and entered the palace, he saw that black figure also walk into the palace next door to him.

???

Why didn't anyone tell him that this black-robed ghost can live alone in a palace.

Yan Zizhi gathered up his clothes, quickened his pace as if fleeing, and stepped into the temple.

Yan Wuwei and Xiang Jiurong each found a corner to rest.

The softest bed was reserved for him.

Yan Zizhi was not too polite, cast a small cleansing spell on himself, and lay there reclining.

The little boy who had just been stared at by him Bugui came up again, still smiling innocently and speaking in a sweet tone.

"Brother, are you back? Oh, you won't let me call you brother."

"But the other brothers are very hardworking. Brother Yan Wuwei even climbed up on the statue to help clean it just now."

Xiao Huangli: [He seems to be deliberately spoiling something with you, I understand, this is a divorce plan. 】

Inseparable said another.

It's just that this pretendingly innocent face gets a little tiresome after seeing too much.

But there is a lot of useful information in this sentence.

For example, Yan Wuwei climbed up the statue.

This in itself is an incredible thing.

After all, this statue is more than 30 feet high, and everyone just lives here casually for one night. There is no need to climb up to clean it.

Yan Zizhi's eyes fell on Yan Wuwei, who was sitting in a corner wrapped in clothes and resting his eyes, like a dragonfly on water.

It seems that this flower of wealth and honor in the world is not easy.

Thinking of the hidden dragons and crouching tigers beside him, and that night in the chrysanthemum//flower cage, Lin Jiran hated him so much.

There are only two words in Yan Zizhi's mind.

stimulate.

It's too small, but it's really getting more and more fun.

Forget it, let the deity play with them.

Otherwise, how would this boring story continue?

The candles in each temple started to go out one by one as soon as night fell, as if the time had been set.

The whole mountain village was plunged into great darkness.

Yan Zizhi narrowed his eyes slightly.

There will be no peace tonight.

Sure enough, less than a quarter of an hour after falling into samadhi, the night sky was pierced by screams from outside the hall.

"Ah, there is a ghost!"

It was the heart-piercing wailing of an unknown disciple of a certain sect.

After a while, the wailing ended, and another person reprimanded him: "I told you not to open the door, as long as you don't open the door, you won't be able to come in, keep your voice down, don't be ashamed!"

"Whoa, whoa..."

The reprimanded disciple sobbed softly.

Then there was a long silence.

Ushered in the second howl.

This time, I changed to a different sect and a different disciple.

But still howling at the same frequency.

The deep fear of the other party could be heard from the howling.

Isn't it just someone knocking on the door in the middle of the night!

This world of cultivating immortals is so sick.

Yan Zizhi didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

That mysterious knock on the door knocked every palace inhabited one by one.

The heavy and thick wooden door made a dull sound.

In this silent night, it is particularly infiltrating.

But everyone has a Raider in their hands, and the Raider tells them not to open the door.

So apart from a few sporadic screams, the ghost who knocked on the door didn't accomplish much.

At this moment, the other three people in the palace had already woken up.

The three of them stared at the entrance of the hall in unison, waiting for the gradual knock on the door.

Count the number, it's time to knock on their door.

It's not just them waiting.

The rest of the team waited with bated breath for the final knock.

Everyone in the middle of the night was frightened, and one must not be missed, otherwise the heart will be unbalanced.

A quarter of an hour passed.

Two quarters passed.

Until the third quarter of an hour.

There was no knock on their temple doors.

"It must be that our team looks too powerful, and those ghosts dare not come over to harass us."

Xiang Jiurong combed his tail triumphantly.

My ex-wife said that maintaining good hygiene is a particularly good habit.

Doing so will definitely get more attention from your ex-wife.

"I estimate that there is also a 50.00% possibility that it is because the ghost outside has no legs and needs to slowly crawl towards our palace."

Yan Wuwei frowned.

"climb?"

Then his speed is too slow.

Their palace is so conspicuous, even the door of the palace door of the black-robed ghost next door has been knocked, why does it take so long to walk across the wall?

"Is it difficult to admit the excellence of this young master?"

Xiang Jiurong couldn't help stroking the hair on his head and flicking his hair.

Consider yourself handsome.

Without breaking a word: "..."

I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people.

"Even if he is really afraid, he is afraid of me."

"fear me!"

"Cut, be afraid of me! How can you be afraid of a bird!"

Seeing that the two eight-foot-tall men began to quarrel over such boring questions again.

Has been hiding under the shadow of the pillar and slept for a long time without returning.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he yawned lightly.

His immature face was hidden under the shadow, and in the absence of candlelight, only the moonlight fell behind him.

His face looked pale.

Coupled with his faint tone.

"Brothers, have you ever thought of a possibility?"

"To shut up!"

Xiang Jiurong and Yan Wuwei stopped at the same time and spoke to each other.

No one could prevent them from quarreling over the dignity of the two men.

Fortunately this doesn't matter.

Because Xiao Bugui has followed the team for so long, he has already understood the temperament of everyone in the team.

He yawned again.

The childish tone hovered over the hall.

"Brothers, have you ever thought that the reason why you didn't knock on the door is because the ghost who should have been assigned to our hall...is not outside, but inside..."

???

Pupil earthquake! ! !

The ghost secretly hiding behind the idol: ? ? ?

How was it seen through?

Why can even a kid see through it?

Can you give the dungeon boss a little dignity!

The author has something to say:

Not scary not scary! ! ! (full of desire to survive)

Xiang Jiurong: Did they play kiss behind my back? ! !

Yan Wuwei rolled his eyes: Can't you see the green grassland above your head? ? ?

Yan Zizhi: There were so few messages yesterday, hum, I won’t be performing a small theater show for you.

Let me see which cutie makes my author collection 100.Press a claw to tell me yo obsessive-compulsive disorder watching 99 hahahahaha