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

"Ji Yunzhi, Xiao Huang is less than thirty miles away from me, he will find this place in less than a quarter of an hour! You don't even want to touch me."

Although Lin Jiran is still talking hard, his constantly shrugging shoulders have betrayed his inner emotions.

The most fearful thing about learning puppet art is that someone will find out where the real master is.

"Now I think you and Puppet Art are quite suitable, and you are both incompetent rats who sneak and hide in the dark."

Yan Zizhi twirled the umbrella in his hand, pushing Lin Jiran forward.

"You should have heard your puppet hiding behind the screen. His magic bones are all on my body. Who do you think has a better chance of winning in a fight between me and him?"

"Ji Yunzhi, you are despicable and shameless."

"You are the first one to be so stubborn when you are about to die."

Xiang Jiurong kicked Lin Jiran's back, knocked him down to the ground, and stepped over Lin Jiran unceremoniously.

The two of them seemed to turn a blind eye to Lin Jiran lying on the ground. They put their heads together and carefully studied the black coffin in front of them.

Xiang Jiurong: "The material is really good. The one who buried the demon master must have made a lot of money."

Yan Zizhi: "The monster clan is still rich."

Lin Jiran lying on the ground: Damn it.

I actually look vulnerable, can you two respect me?

I'm also a dignified villain.

Yan Zizhi and Xiang Jiurong chatted halfway, suddenly, as if thinking of something, Yan Zizhi suddenly turned to Lin Jiran: "Is the last ray of soul in your hands?"

Lin Jiran snorted coldly: "I just remembered now? Are you going to beg me to return it to you?"

Yan Zizhi clicked his tongue: "I'm asking for it, it's just that you got the wrong partner."

Yan Zizhi looked back, towards the enchantment he had set when he came in just now.

It took Xiao Wang a quarter of an hour to find this place, and it also took a quarter of an hour to break through the barrier he set up.

There is still plenty of time.

"You still have about two quarters of an hour. Obediently kneel down and offer your soul to me, maybe I can spare your life."

Yan Zizhi's tone sounded joking.

But in fact, there is only a threat in his eyes that is more compelling than Sanyue Frost.

Lin Jiran: "..."

The situation reversed too quickly, and he couldn't accept it.

Obviously just a quarter of an hour ago he was still the one who was standing in the dominant position, and obviously he had the opportunity to make the thorn in his flesh the most hated, break his pride and kneel down like a humble dog to beg him.

but.

Now the dog has become himself.

"You won't kill me. Master is not willing to kill me. I am Lin Jingfeng's own son. If you kill me, the entire Taiwei Sect will become your enemy!"

The last trace of dignity made Lin Jiran hang his neck and say harsh words.

Yan Zizhi was too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

Staggeringly showed three fingers, and began to speak in a very flat manner, counting down silently: "Three..."

"Ji Yunzhi! Don't bully me too much! I found this last ray of soul for you, and instead of being grateful to me, you even want to insult me! You are called revenge!"

Lin Jiran tried to continue to consume.

Yan Zizhi lazily put away a finger: "Two..."

The Liuguang Umbrella was quietly suspended in the air, without any intention of approaching Lin Jiran.

But this silent deterrent force made Lin Jiran's hands tremble uncontrollably.

"Ji Yunzhi, Ji Yunzhi... you! Take your soul away, we will not violate the water of the well, from now on you walk your Yangguan way, and I cross my single-plank bridge!"

Lin Jiran repeated Yan Zizhi's name several times subconsciously, already confused.

Yan Zizhi's last remaining finger waved lightly twice in the air: "What I said just now is that you kneel down and offer me your master's soul with both hands, and I will spare your life."

After saying his request, Yan Zizhi smiled again, and said in a very leisurely tone: "One..."?

"Plop", there was a dull sound, which was extraordinarily clear in the tomb.

Lin Jiran, who was sitting on the ground just now with mouth marks all over his face, completely ignored his own image at the moment, he straightened up like a dog, turned over, and threw himself on the ground.

He knelt down on his knees, gritted his teeth, and remained silent.

Yan Zizhi looked at him with a half-smile.

For a moment, even the atmosphere was filled with the word embarrassment.

Just watched his performance quietly like this.

At this moment, the streamer scattered, and suddenly his mana soared, and the entire tomb was shrouded in a purple halo.

Lin Jiran was almost scared to death, and the last trace of pride was trampled under his feet. He quickly raised Lin Yuan's soul bag with both hands, raised it over his head, and held it in front of Yan Zizhi's eyes.

Yan Zizhi flipped his palm, and the streamer umbrella ran along the palm of his palm, and lightly tapped on Shi Lin Jiran's two hands.

He didn't pick up the soul kit.

No emotion can be heard in the contemptuous tone: "How should I say it?"

This is implying that Lin Jiran has not yet begun to speak.

Every strike of the streamer umbrella seemed to hit Lin Jiran's heart.

It seemed that in the next second he would relive the pain of being passed by a streamer umbrella on Bishan.

That time on Mount Bi, although Yan Zizhi killed his puppet.

But the other party's unhesitating determination almost shocked Lin Jiran.

"Disciple, I implore you to accept Master's soul..."

All kinds of humiliating words flowed out of Lin Jiran's mouth.

The bitterness in his mouth made his whole body tremble uncontrollably.

Previously trembling was from fear, but now it was from shame.

He had never been so humiliated.

never...

"Yes, good dog." Yan Zizhi retracted the soul bag with one hand, and did not forget to pat the bun on top of Lin Jiran's head twice with the other hand.

It's like petting a dog for real.

"get out."

Finally, he bestowed Lin Jiran with two words.

Lin Jiran: "..."

Humiliation is real humiliation, but at least it is a life.

Lin Jiran ran out without looking back, his black back in the tomb passage like a dog running away in a hurry.

It doesn't matter, 30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi...

Ji Yunzhi, just wait for me!

Xiang Jiurong stared at Lin Jiran and ran away, with displeasure written all over his face: "This kind of animal, you can kill it with one knife, and let him go?"

A trace of blood slowly flowed from the corner of Yan Zizhi's mouth.

He raised his hand and wiped it off indifferently.

When he came out of the realm of demons and ghosts, he only had three successes left.

Finding Linyuan's three souls and seven souls is an extremely spell-intensive task.

He has to be distracted to teach Xiang Jiurong the puppet art and apparition phantom. In fact, he has no extra energy at all, and he can guarantee that he can kill Lin Jiran in one fell swoop.

It's just that for a long time, I have established a better image in Lin Jiran's eyes, and I only need to threaten slightly with words to achieve my desired goal.

Even so, he still didn't want Xiang Jiurong to see that he was seriously injured at the moment.

"Since it is an animal, it must be used for the purpose of the animal. The animal is used for sacrifices. It is not time for him to sacrifice, so let him live for two more days."

Xiang Jiurong touched the back of his head and turned around with a dazed expression.

The intrigue between human beings is too complicated for the little bird's head to understand.

In short, Yan Zizhi listened to whatever he said.

The focus of the two returned to the coffin in front of them again.

Yan Zizhi's timing was just right.

Less than three seconds after Lin Jiran fled in embarrassment, Xiao Wang appeared at the end of the corridor.

Dressed in a black robe, he walked slowly towards them along the wet corridor.

There was a faint sound of friction between boots and water stains on the ground.

Like a hellish Shura who came to claim his life, he had the temperament of the ancient demon god in his hands.

Xiang Jiurong also noticed Xiao Dan's arrival, he looked down and saw a black figure lying in the coffin, with a simple and simple knife in his hand.

There was no accident on the handle of the knife, and the words "Ten Thousand Mountains" were engraved on it.

Xiang Jiurong was a little impatient, afraid that Xiao Huang would not be able to take away the demon sword Ten Thousand Mountains once he came, so he split open the coffin and stretched his hand in in a hurry.

Who knew that there was a powerful immortal force on the coffin, which directly knocked him out, and his body was smashed against the rock wall like a broken sack, vomiting a big mouthful of blood.

Xiang Jiurong was hit hard this time, but he was still unwilling to give up.

Seeing the hope of Yaozu's turnaround is in sight.

When he got up again and stretched out his hand, Yan Zizhi stood in front of him: "Don't worry, the land of death and life is not broken, you can't get it."

If the Demon Saber Ten Thousand Mountains could be touched so easily by others, how could all the heroic warriors of the Yao clan in the past hundreds of years have gone and never returned.

at the same time.

Xiao Wang stepped on the water stains all over the floor and walked in front of the two of them, clapped his hands and laughed: "In the past, people said that moths fly to the fire, but I still didn't believe it. I didn't expect there was a stupid bird here, to catch the fire."

Pooh.

You are a fool, your whole family are fools.

Xiang Jiurong glared at Xiao Wang fiercely, remembering the hateful face of the person in front of him in his heart.

But after he finished memorizing it, he felt that it was unnecessary, after all, a shameless demon god like Xiao Wang didn't even own the body.

Yan Zizhi patted Xiang Jiurong on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down.

"A dog has been imprisoned for more than 400 years. Once it is released, it will definitely go crazy for a few days. Don't pay attention to him."

Ok.

In Yan Zizhi's eyes at this moment.

Xiao Wang and Lin Jiran are both dogs.

There is no distinction between high and low.

Xiao Wang, who was crowned with the title of a dog, couldn't see any anger on his face.

It has to be said that although he has been imprisoned for so many years, his patience, temper, city management and planning are all much stronger than a certain Lin Jiran who fled in embarrassment.

As if reuniting with an old friend, Xiao Wang took two steps forward and put his palm on the dark coffin.

It seems to be shaking hands with the people inside through the coffin.

Also.

He and Xie Wuya are also enemies who have passed through once.

"I didn't expect to meet again in this way. It's a pity, my old friend. You can't rest in peace after you die. Someone will come to covet the demon knife in your hand. You said that you accepted these disciples and grandchildren, what are you doing with the ungrateful white-eyed wolf? usefulness?"

"The ungrateful white-eyed wolf" Ben Jiurong couldn't help rolling up his sleeves behind his back.

If not, just do it.

The two of them overturned Xiao Wang in this tomb, even if they were all burned together, it would not be impossible.

Yan Zizhi really couldn't stand still, so he didn't bother to continue the courteous conversation with Xiao Wang, and interrupted him directly: "Tell me, what's the plot?"

Xiao Wan frowned, a little displeased: "Do I look like such an unkind person?"

Yan Zizhi and Xiang Jiurong nodded in unison.

Like.

It's so similar.

"Okay, it's not a conspiracy, I just want to talk to you about cooperation, and we can win together."

From time to time, some weird words would pop out from Xiao Wang's mouth.

Although Yan Zizhi has never heard of it, he has been in close contact with the small trumpet system arranged by Xiao Wang for a long time, and he has also learned about the world before passing through the book from the system's mouth.

It's still generally understandable.

"Tell me?"

Yan Zizhi raised his eyebrows.

Xiang Jiurong was on the sidelines, but he blew his hair: "What's the point of cooperating with him in a crooked way? Anyway, the spirit-gathering talisman is also on you, and Linyuan's three souls and seven souls have also been found. Let him run and play by himself." Eggs go."

"It's not that simple."

Yan Zizhi's deep voice fell in Xiang Jiurong's ears.

Xiang Jiurong instantly calmed down.

Yes.

Although Xiao Wang looks stupid, but after all, he is smarter than himself.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit it.

And Yan Zizhi can get back the three souls and seven souls so easily, and also keeps the spirit-gathering talisman that Xiao Wang deliberately wanted to get by his side, which makes people suspect that Xiao Wang has other purposes.

The ancient demon god has been asleep for a long time.

When I wake up, I especially like to clap my hands.

Especially when Yan Zizhi answered his question correctly, he couldn't control the excitement in his heart, and couldn't help applauding for Yan Zizhi: "I like you for being so smart, I like watching you It’s especially fun for adults to do multiple-choice questions.”

"What choice?"

Xiao Wang took two steps forward, almost laying his whole body on the pitch-black coffin.

While stroking the person lying inside through the coffin, he told his plan.

"You good brother, silly bird, don't you want the Demon Sword Ten Thousand Mountains to revitalize the Yaozu? And you, don't you want to revive Linyuan?"

"But the goals of the two of you seem to be in conflict. This coffin has the barrier of clouds and wilderness that was set up at the beginning, and it can only be opened from the inside to the outside. Otherwise, it is impossible for any external force to take out the contents."

As Xiao Wang spoke, he gradually became excited and began to laugh: "How about this, you put all Linyuan's three souls and seven souls into Xie Wuya's body, anyway, there is no big difference between the previous life and this life, so let Xie Wuya Ya is sober, it is your Linyuan. In this way, your little brother can also get the Demon Saber Ten Thousand Mountains, wouldn't it kill two birds with one stone?"

Kill two birds with one stone, you big headed ghost.

Yan Zizhi glanced at him.

It takes a perverted person to say such a thing.

Can Xie Wuya and Linyuan be confused?

Even if Xie Wuya came back to life, he would never be his own Linyuan again.

Facing the eternal hatred that has died again, Xie Wuya will have a bit of desire to live.

I'm afraid there is nothing.

Both Yan Zizhi and Xie Wuya knew it very well.

The past life and this life have long been separated.

The person Xie Wuya loves in his heart is the eternal hatred that has passed away.

And the person in Yan Zizhi's heart is Linyuan in this life.

It is absolutely impossible to confuse them.

"This is the choice you asked me to make?" Yan Zizhi looked at Xiao Huang.

Xiao Wang tilted his head and looked at Yan Zizhi suspiciously: "Yes, it's very exciting and fun, right? Do you think it's refreshing?"

abnormal.

Yan Zizhi sent him two words.

"Unfortunately, I don't choose either of these!"

He will definitely not let Lin Yuan turn into Xie Wuya.

He will also let Xiang Jiurong get the Demon Sword Ten Thousand Mountains.

He had already died and waited for Xie Wuya to lie quietly in the coffin.

His unchanging face was indeed exactly the same as Lin Yuan's.

It's just that compared to him, Linyuan has more of an immortal appearance, a feeling of being out of the world.

When you fall in love with someone, even if there are two identical faces in front of you, you can easily tell whether he is your lover or not.

Yan Zizhi tightly pinched Linyuan's three souls and seven souls in the storage ring, especially lightly poked Aipo's belly.

As if telling him, don't worry.

Definitely won't lose you.

Ai Po is indeed a caring and pleasant person, secretly licking Yan Zizhi's finger in the storage ring to show his response.

Yan Zizhi could not stop the smile on his face.

I don't know that when Lin Yuan regained his vitality, he recalled that his love soul had done a series of things that made his face turn red and yellow.

Will it be ashamed to hide it.

"Choose neither? Do you have any other options?"

Xiao Wang suddenly became interested.

How could this Yan Zizhi in front of him always give him some unexpected feelings?

I really like this crazy feeling.

This kind of thing is out of his control, like a wild horse running wild, feeling like he doesn't know where it will go.

That was the only joy in his lonely devil life for hundreds of thousands of years.

Yan Zizhi didn't bother to talk to him at all.

He took out the half-unsealed world mirror from his pocket.

The upper half of it is lit up, full of brilliance.

The bottom half is dusty, like a stone.

The small palm-sized mirror made a circle in Yan Zizhi's hand, and was gently placed on the coffin by Yan Zizhi.

The artifact that was finally snatched from Lin Yuan's side was finally time for it to come in handy.

Yan Zizhi stretched out his hand, gently wiped the mirror of the world, and said with emotion: "I have to thank you, if you hadn't put me in the illusion and possessed Lu Qingzhou, I would not have been able to unblock you." This half of the retrospective mirror."

half left.

Xie Wuya's body is in front of him.

It is true that other things cannot enter this coffin, but it is a pity that Xie Wuya will never reject this mirror, which has a very strong connection with Xie Wuya.

Therefore, even if the thousands of warriors of the demon clan can finally break into Xie Wuya's tomb of the demon master, they can only die here alone in the end.

Because no one expected that the World Tracing Mirror would be in the realm of innocence.

The person who can get the World Tracing Mirror from the Immortal Realm alive is already one in a million.

What's more, you have to break into the land of death and life with the mirror of the world.

So why do we say that everything has its own number of days.

Sure enough, it was exactly as Yan Zizhi expected.

The retrospective mirror penetrated the black coffin almost without hindrance, sinking into the darkness.

Xiang Jiurong: "What's the matter? He wouldn't steal your mirror, would he?"

Just as Xiang Jiurong finished speaking, countless black bubbles were gradually released from the black coffin.

Layer after layer, like muddy water, and like black slurry.

Accompanied by endless monster energy seeping out.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, the retrospective mirror, which seemed to have sunk into the deep sea, gradually emerged from the black mud.

I showed everyone a good show of getting out of the mud without getting stained.

Not even the slightest bit of demonic aura was brought out from the Shishi mirror, but the whole mirror turned into a translucent golden color.

Back to its true colors.

This is completely unlocked!

The small palm-sized mirror is spinning in the gloomy tomb at the moment, looking very cute.

When Yan Zizhi and Xiang Jiurong looked down again, Xie Wuya's body had disappeared from the black coffin.

There is only a demon sword, Ten Thousand Mountains, lying quietly in it.

Yan Zizhi knew.

Xie Wuya is with Everlasting Hate forever and ever.

Although the two of them could not live together, they finally died together and disappeared between the heaven and the earth.

No one can bind their bodies and souls anymore.

At the same time, the entire black coffin began to split from the inside to the outside. As the body in the coffin dissipated, the coffin also lost its support and shattered into thousands of pieces.

become nothingness.

There is only one demon sword, Ten Thousand Mountains, lying quietly on the base.

Yan Zizhi bent down, took the demon sword Wanzhongshan in his hand, and handed it to Xiang Jiurong.

Regarding the origin of Wanzhong Mountain, he had already received Lu Qingzhou's memory in the illusion.

It turned out that Wanzhong Mountain was originally Jin Yiwei's fastest knife, representing the power and status of the entire Daliang.

However, Lu Qingzhou's father handed over Wan Zhongshan to Xie Wuya in order to train his son.

This also opened the lifetime entanglement between Lu Qingzhou and Xie Wuya, falling in love and killing each other.

After Xie Wuya became a demon god, he sealed the Ten Thousand Mountains as his demon sword.

Maybe in remembrance.

Maybe I can't let go.

When he died, he also brought Ten Thousand Mountains into his grave.

Xiang Jiurong only felt that this knife weighed a thousand catties.

When it was handed over to him, it seemed that the fate of the entire monster clan was also handed over to him.

For a moment, a sense of mission filled his chest welled up spontaneously.

It was as if he had become the Chosen One.

But Yan Zizhi had no time to pay attention to his turbulent mood at the moment.

Instead, he turned around and faced Xiao Wang face to face, staring at each other expressionlessly.

Just now Xiao Huang could prevent himself from unsealing the World-Throwing Mirror, but he didn't do anything at all.

It can be seen that Xiao Wang didn't care at all whether Jiurong could get the Ten Thousand Mountains or not.

So what is his purpose?

Fortunately, the big villain is not too secretive.

"Now that I have helped you realize your brother's wish, then we can talk about our deal."

"What can I talk to you about?"

"Do you still remember the task I asked the system to arrange for you? Show Linyuan the ruthless way."

Yan Zizhi squinted his eyes: "Proving the way to Lin Yuan will not do you any good."

"How could it be? Naturally, there are great benefits."

Xiao Wang smiled so creepily that he put away all his playful smiles in an instant: "I can count all other things as your mischievousness, depending on you, only this matter is my only task in creating you, so You have to do it, and you have to do it if you don’t.”

Yan Zizhi stared at Xiao Wang closely, but didn't speak.

He knew that although this ancient demon god looked stupid, he was actually plotting every step of the way.

He has calculated to this point since 400 years ago.

Even every step he took with Lin Yuan was within Xiao Wang's plan.

A plan that has lasted for more than 400 years, to prove Lin Yuan's ruthless way, what exactly is Xiao Wang's plan?

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