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

After Xiang Jiurong sent the signal, he sat aside and made a pot of tea for Yan Zizhi.

It's just that when making tea, it's a little trembling.

Even when pouring tea, some spilled on the side of the coffee table.

It seems that his technique of making tea is very rusty.

Of course, he is also very rusty.

Because he has never done such a thing of serving people.

After all, as the young master of the demon clan, he was born with a golden key in his mouth, so he was naturally a master, and he grew up held in the palm of his hand.

It's just that Xiang Jiurong's technique is unfamiliar at the moment, because he is nervous.

He was afraid that only 5000 people would come if he flew out with a single feather.

That would be a shame.

Anyway, he is also the young master of the majestic demon clan, and he summoned Lingyu from the Taiwei faction, the largest sect in Xianmen.

Just rushing to this geographical location, isn't it just telling the disciples that something happened to the young master, and I hope that the old man in their family will give some strength and allocate more troops.

It seemed that he had a high status.

It would be better to bring a million demon troops to kill them personally, that would be even more majestic.

While thinking about it, Xiang Jiurong also brought a cup of tea himself.

Yan Zizhi didn't care about the other party's clumsy way of making tea.

He didn't really feel like drinking tea at all.

Killing the oracle platform was only his first step in the plan.

But how will this plan be carried out?How to implement it and whether it will be successful in the end.

He wasn't even sure.

When he met Lin Jingfeng on the mountain just now, he had already quietly detected Lin Jingfeng's spiritual power.

Not to mention being evenly matched with Linyuan, but in short, it is only one step away from the realm of transforming gods.

He now has only [-]% of his skill left.

If you don't use the magic energy in the streamer umbrella, you may only be able to overthrow the little Luoluo of the Taiwei faction.

If he meets Lin Jingfeng, he won't even have the strength to fight.

The power of a battle...

Yan Zizhi lightly tapped the teacup with his fingertips, intentionally or unintentionally.

The crisp sound of knocking gradually calmed his messy thoughts.

That's all, it's just a dead fish and a broken net.

He has acted recklessly in his whole life, and has done everything, but he can't afford to owe favors.

He attributed the entangled and complicated emotions in his heart after Linyuan became a fairy to the fact that he owed Linyuan a favor.

A debt of favor.

He wants to return this favor.

And let the owed person pay the price.

When he pulls Lin Yuan out of the Netherworld, he must be severely punished.

What is the penalty for him?

Let him taste his pain today, regret today, hate today, and annoyance today again.

Only then can the stagnant air in my heart be relieved.

Yan Zizhi drank the third cup of tea.

There was not even tea in this third cup of tea.

Xiang Jiurong's hand making tea became more and more nervous, and he didn't even care whether there was water in the teapot he was carrying.

A quarter of an hour had passed since he sent out his feathers.

Things are running wild.

He was rushing in a direction he had never imagined.

He originally thought that at least three to five thousand demon soldiers would come, but now they have already punched and kicked the Taiwei Sect's mountain gate, causing a big commotion that cannot be ignored.

But did not expect.

It was quiet outside, dressed in white and plain onyx, as if it had been lonely for years.

Black clouds rolled in, full of momentum, but lonely.

Xiang Jiurong: "..."?

If there is only thunder but no rain, this young master asks what is the use of this feather!

By the time of the sixth cup of tea, Yan Zizhi didn't want to drink any more.

Xiang Jiurong's demon soldiers still haven't come over.

The young master couldn't sit still.

The young master was restless and began to pull his hair.

From the top of the head all the way to the tail.

The fluttering black wings can already weave another spiritual blanket for Yan Zizhi.

"...There may be something wrong with that one. Maybe the weather outside is bad and gloomy. They didn't see it. I'll try to send another one."

The second feather that was trying to pull Zun, still flowed into the sea like mud, without any movement.

The third root, the fourth root.

Yan Zizhi put down his cup and stood up.

Xiang Jiurong followed him aggrievedly: "I don't want to admit that I can't..."

Hey, how can a man say that he can't do it.

"I think you should go back to Yaozu."

Yan Zizhi looked at the dark clouds rolling in the distance, there were dark clouds in the sky, but no demon soldiers appeared, his eyes were serious.

"Are you going to drive me away?"

Xiang Jiurong was even more wronged.

There was a hint of crying in the words.

Lin Yuan died, if he left, wouldn't Yan Zizhi be alone and helpless in this Taiwei Sect.

"After you came out of the realm of demons and ghosts, did you see no return?"

When Yan Zizhi mentioned Xiang Jiurong, his eyes suddenly widened.

"I didn't see it! Could it be that he was locked up by the Taiwei faction? The stupid Taiwei faction doesn't even let a kid go?"

Yan Zizhi: "..."

"Have you ever thought about the possibility that he ran away by himself?"

I don't know how Xiang Jiurong is so simple, how to carry forward the Yaozu in the future?

A spoiled little young master who doesn't understand the good, evil and suffering in the world.

People are unpredictable.

"Why did he run away? Isn't he the illegitimate son of my old man? If he runs away, how can he inherit the huge inheritance of the Yaozu?"

Xiang Jiurong decided to carry forward the simplicity.

Yan Zizhi: "..."

"I suggest you go back to the Monster Race to take a look. We came out of the realm of innocence, and you haven't seen the Lord of the Monster Race until now, have you?"

Yan Zizhi paused, and said in a serious tone: "From the beginning to the end, the Lord of the Yaozu asked you to take care of Xiaobugui and bring him by his side, all of which came from other people's mouths."

"Have you ever seen him with your own eyes, have you heard him say with your own ears that you want to help him take care of Xiaobugui?"

Now it was Xiang Jiurong's turn to be dumbfounded.

what's the situation?

What the ex-wife said made sense.

He really never met his old man from the beginning to the end.

When going back to Yaozu, there were only Bugui and the old man's guards.

The ghost knows if the old man went out to flirt behind his back again, and he didn't want him to know.

It seems that I need to find time to go back to Yaozu to have a look.

"However, even if you want to go to the oracle to revive Linyuan, it is still possible for an ordinary person's soul to be out of the body for more than seven days. I think I should accompany you to the oracle first."

Yan Zizhi didn't reject him, lest he cry and say that he doesn't love him anymore.

It's just that he was already secretly prepared in his heart, and he didn't need to implicate Xiang Jiurong in the matter of killing him on the oracle platform.

If the Yaozu were really in trouble, then Xiang Jiurong would definitely have a lot of things to go back and deal with.

He must not be allowed to be an enemy of the Taiwei faction at this time.

It is of no benefit to Yaozu or Jiurong.

Only Yan Zizhi had nothing to worry about and was alone.

It doesn't matter what you do.

But Xiang Jiurong is different.

After the two of them left Bishan, they flew several more mountains.

Every time Yan Zizhi reached a mountain peak, he drew a formation on the ground with a cinnabar brush.

Without the help of the demon army, he needs the help of a formation to kill himself on the oracle platform.

And he included all these mountain peaks within the scope of the formation. Once the formation is activated, it can increase his cultivation by hundreds of times within a quarter of an hour.

As long as he can kill the oracle platform in a quarter of an hour.

Yan Zizhi did some calculations, and there shouldn't be any major problems.

As long as Lin Jingfeng doesn't try his best to make trouble.

When we reached the last mountain peak, there were some noisy voices ahead.

"This bird seems to have evil spirits."

"Could it be that the celestial lord sacrificed his body to the formation, and he couldn't defend the realm of innocence. It is said that the evil spirit can only exist in the realm of innocence."

"It's not necessarily true, it may be some monster clan thief who sneaked into our Taiwei Pai!"

"Anyway, don't talk nonsense with this evil spirit, just drown yourself!"

For a moment, the splash of water and the scream of a bird circled back and forth in the air.

Yan Zizhi frowned, the voice sounded very familiar.

Like an oriole!

Isn't the oriole bird in his storage ring?

Yan Zizhi took two steps forward, and when he raised his hand, the faint black magic energy entwined in his hand echoed the evil energy on Huang Liniao's body.

The oriole bird was wrapped in evil spirit and returned to Yan Zizhi's palm.

His feathers were completely soaked, and he was dying. After seeing Yan Zizhi, he regained some energy.

【Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo 】

The weak little bird persistently rubbed its small head against Yan Zizhi's palm.

Like that fat cat.

Yan Zizhi frowned, resisting the urge to throw it to the ground.

"What's going on? Why are you here? Where's my storage ring?"

Oriole Bird: [ Chirp chirp. 】

【Your ring was stolen by Xiaobugui. 】

[Fortunately, the storage ring of your immortal cultivators cannot be opened if the master is not dead, and he can't open it by turning left and right. Then he left me here and disappeared. 】

【I waited for him to go far before I dared to fly out of the ring, but was thrown into the water by this group of disciples. 】

"What is he doing with my storage ring?"

Yan Zizhi remembered that in the realm of ghosts, when all of them were looking for ghosts in the hall, only Xiao Bugui leaned towards him by being afraid of ghosts.

He also stretched out his hand to try to find something from himself.

Are you looking for a storage ring?

Xiang Jiurong interjected: "Could it be that he wants to steal all your barbecue ingredients?"

"I remember that your ring contains a barbecue grill, cumin powder, various collected ingredients, and special delicious chili powder. This little guy must be a bird that covets eating in the realm of demons and ghosts, and wants to sneak back Make a copy so you can sell it and make money!"

Xiang Jiurong was shocked by his own words.

So scheming.

This way you can earn a lot of spirit stones.

He is not as scheming as a little kid.

Yan Zizhi: "???"

How do you feel that Xiaobugui is interested in these things?

The young master has a strange brain circuit.

It's just that I can't help but think that Jiu Rong would think so.

In his storage ring, apart from a system-turned oriole, these are really the only things left.

As we all know, living things cannot be stored in storage rings.

So he must not be for the bird.

Then what is he for?

No matter what he is for, there is always one thing that is very suspicious.

Xiaobugui, how did he know that he was in the realm of demons and ghosts, and the octagonal formation he drew was a mortal formation.

It is absolutely impossible to open the storage ring if the owner is not dead.

In other words, Xiaobugui once again predicted that he would die.

Such an ancient formation, how come Lin Jiran also knows it, and Xiaobugui also knows it.

What kind of long-lost ancient formation is this? Why not find someone to print it out and distribute a copy to everyone.

Things are really getting more and more interesting.

At this moment, all the disciples discovered that the oriole, struggling in the water, suddenly came into Ji Yunzhi's hands.

The leading disciple was aggressive.

"Hey, you stole our bird, and you still dare to ignore us, Ji Yunzhi! Do you think everyone is protecting you!"

"It was you who killed the Immortal Venerable, and now you are the enemy of our Taiwei Sect!"

"Give us that bird back, you're with him!"

"Ji Yunzhi..."

"Noisy."

Yan Zizhi picked out his ears.

No one saw how he moved his hands.

The disciples were all frozen in place, unable to speak or move.

All the fair faces were flushed red, like wooden pillars blooming, it looked very fun.

Yan Zizhi didn't want to talk nonsense with them, and he didn't bother to explain anything to this group of people.

Holding the oriole in one hand, he walked past them as if taking a leisurely stroll.

He went around to draw a formation on the back of the mountain on his own.

Xiang Jiurong also grinned at them and followed them.

When drawing the last formation, Yan Zizhi sent some demon energy to Huang Liniao.

Yan Da Da's little bird regained its spirits, shook its feathers twice, and was about to close its eyes and squint for a while, but was flicked on the head by Yan Zizhi.

"Don't sleep, I have some questions to ask you."

Huang Liniao: [I take back the words that I am very happy to see you as a big devil. 】

"Are you sure I got it in a storybook?"

Oriole Bird: [Sure. 】

"Then tell me what I look like in the speech book."

Huang Liniao: [Ang, if I tell the truth, will you hit me? 】

"will not."

Huang Liniao patted her chest: [You are set to be a heartless and ruthless big devil with ruthless methods and will do anything to achieve your goals. 】

Heartless?

Yan Zizhi laughed a little: "What about Lin Jiran's mother? About her relationship with me, you said last time that Ji Yunzhi's mother hurt her, framed her, slandered her, and resulted in her death."

Huang Liniao: [Yes, that's what it says in the storybook. 】

"However, in the fantasy world of the Demon Realm, he has nothing to do with Ji Yunzhi's mother, and it can even be said that he has nothing to do with it."

"Her death was caused by Lin Jingfeng, which is completely different from what was written in the script."

Oriole Bird: […]

What you said makes sense, and Ben Tong has personally witnessed this past.

There was no way to refute it.

"I suspect you read a fake storybook."

At present, Yan Zizhi can only sum up these things.

He originally just wanted to ask if there was something wrong with the system.

It can be seen that one of the systems doesn't know what to ask, it seems that the world in the system's mind is completely different from what he sees.

It doesn't look like it was deliberately concealed.

So, what went wrong?

Which is the real world?

He has no answer.

Now is not the time to find answers.

After he finished drawing the formation, he returned to Bishan non-stop.

Killing the oracle platform, there are some things to bring.

Otherwise, there may never be a chance to come back to Bishan.

After all, this is something that is against everyone in the Immortal Cultivation World.

After Yan Zizhi's figure walked away, the young disciples who had just been immobilized on the other side tried to untie themselves with red faces.

It's just that this binding spell is really rare. They tried their best, but they couldn't move themselves.

At this moment, a chuckle was suddenly heard from behind them.

"Who is it? Ji Yunzhi! Are you playing tricks again?"

"Ji Yunzhi? That's a good suggestion, he's the one who will take the blame, good partner. Hee hee."

A bouncing little boy came around from behind them.

The little boy's clothes were tattered and ill-fitting.

"Hey, aren't you the little disciple brought by the young master of the Yaozu?" The sharp-eyed disciple recognized him.

Xiao Bugui snapped his fingers: "Congratulations, you got the answer right, and you will be rewarded with a death package."

The tiny boy pointed his finger at the little disciple who had just spoken.

Lightly.

A streak of black gas entangled between the little disciple's eyebrows.

In less than a moment, the little disciple who was originally fixed in place and unable to move fell to the ground.

Qiqiao bleeds to death.

The other little disciples widened their eyes in shock.

This is evil spirit!

The little boy in front of him turned out to be a crooked devil!

"You...you dare to wantonly massacre our Taiwei Tongmen! The head of the sect will definitely kill you..."

Before the little disciple finished speaking, he was suffocated to death by the devilish energy ejected by Xiao Bugui.

"It's a pity, but you can't see what he wants to do to me, a group of short-lived ghosts."

Xiao Bugui walked into the crowd with his hands behind his back.

Every time a little disciple passed by, that little disciple would bleed to death from his seven orifices.

And the last scene in the lives of the little disciples he passed by.

It was a little boy who looked clean from the front, but there was already a piece of carrion on the back.

Like a long-dead corpse.

Until Xiao Bugui stood in front of the last little disciple, stretched out a finger and lifted the little disciple's chin.

I looked it over carefully.

"It's just your skin, barely use it for two or three days."

As soon as the words fell, the original little boy's body suddenly slumped on the ground.

Large pieces of rotting flesh fell from his head and face, turning into pools of blood.

It's not like that anymore.

It was the body of a little boy who had been dead for a long time.

His face was covered with corpse spots, and he had been dead for at least a month or two.

And the little disciple who was standing opposite Xiao Bugui just now, suddenly raised his hand as if unlocking it, and squeezed the wrist of the other hand.

Very satisfied pinching his new skin.

Not bad, well maintained.

At this moment, an elder suddenly sensed the wave of evil spirit here, and came with his sword.

"Frost, what happened?"

Little Bugui's eyes blinked.

It turns out that this body is called Frost.

It's a pity that it will only take a day or two, and there is no need to remember the name of this kind of ant.

He originally turned his back on the elder.

After hearing the elder's question, his whole body suddenly trembled.

Turning his head, he changed into a terrified expression: "Elder... Elder, just now Ji Yunzhi was sneaking here and didn't know what to do. After we found out, he went crazy and wanted to drive us all to death! Fortunately, the disciple was very frightened and pretended to be dead, so he escaped a catastrophe..."?

The elder in front of him was not Elder Qiu.

It may be some other young elder of the Taiwei Sect.

But it must be because he didn't like Ji Yunzhi's wave.

Hearing this kind of words, the elder's eyes widened, and his flaws were about to burst.

He quickly flicked his sleeves and went to the mountain to check.

Sure enough, he found some spells written with a cinnabar pen.

"I, Taiwei Sect, will never keep this kind of evil person! You and I should go to the head of the sect right now and make it clear!"

Xiao Bugui walked forward while pretending to be aggrieved, while turning his head with a smirk.

No matter what Yan Zizhi wanted to do with the spell, now that it was destroyed, he couldn't do anything.

In the storage ring, he didn't find what he was looking for.

But it doesn't matter, the future is long...

The author has something to say:

Linyuan put Yongji around the author's neck: Say, when will the deity come back!

Author (shivering): Immediately, immediately, tomorrow is okay! ! !

Hey, I twisted my neck, do you have any good solutions?I feel dizzy all day, and feel like I am walking in space.

If you feel dizzy writing this piece, please don't blame me, I feel like my brain is short of oxygen.