Zhang Biluo is so powerful, Yan Ruyu can't help but cooperate, her index finger turned in a circle, and the power of the Eight Desolations was introduced into Nangong Yijian's body, and she pulled it out very unceremoniously, and Nangong Yijian screamed.

An orange spiritual mist surged from Nangong Yijian's body, covering his body, looking like a demon.

Yan Ruyu sighed lightly, but he didn't expect that he didn't pull the spirit out all at once, it seems that last time, its strength rose faster than Nangong Yijian.

If this incident hadn't happened this time, it wouldn't be far from the battle between Nangong Yijian and the spirits.

She paused, and then hooked hard, comparing strength, she didn't think that anyone in the lower immortal world could compete with her now, and this spirit was no different.

That spirit is not stupid, taking advantage of Nangong Yijian being suppressed by magic to temporarily suppress his soul, and taking the body of Nangong Yijian as his own, at the moment, as soon as his mind moved, in front of Yan Ruyu and the others, a giant spirit with countless tentacles and not an octopus monster appeared.

Mo Yuan and Nangong Huan were dumbfounded, and so were those people in the upper realm, they had never seen this form of Nangong Yijian. But looking at the feeling that Nangong Yijian is not a person who will hide spirits in his body.

That spirit was really a little more powerful than Nangong Yijian, not only did it break away the prohibition left by the immortals in his body, but even Yan Ruyu's power of the Eight Desolations was actually loosened.

Yan Ruyu's face sank, in front of so many people, how could she allow all the spirits to make trouble.

She simply did not draw out the power of the Eight Desolations, but poured a large amount of the power of the Eight Desolations into the spirit body.

The spirit suddenly screamed in comfort, at this time, its best choice should be to turn around and run away, in front of Yan Ruyu and those immortals, if it didn't take advantage of the chaos, it wouldn't have a chance at all.

Originally, the opportunity was very slim, but now that Yan Ruyu was infused with that spiritual power, it was extremely comfortable, and it had never been so comfortable in his life.

However, it soon felt that something was wrong, why did Yan Ruyu want to make it comfortable, there must be a conspiracy. The big man was cold, and he turned around and was about to flee.

Yan Ruyu said: "It's late, you come back for me!"

Her palm was weak, and the tentacles of the spirit could only move, but she couldn't make any big movements, and she couldn't even flutter.

Zhang Biluo said coldly: "Take a good look, he is still not the swordsman Nangong Yijian now, he can't tell whether he is a human or a demon, do you still feel sorry for him?"

Nangong Huan and Mo Yuan were still in the shock in front, their brains hadn't turned around yet, and it was not yet time to be sad.

Everything that happened in front of them was too exciting for them to accept.

"It must have been this spirit that controlled my father and made him do those things. Nangong Huan stared at the spirit and said, his heart became inexplicably relaxed, as if he had found a wonderful excuse for Nangong Yijian.

However, he also accepted the fact in disguise at this time that Zhang Biluo and the Sword Saint were both killed by Nangong Yijian. It's just that it's because Nangong Yijian was controlled by the spirit, and it wasn't his intention.

This can be forgiven!

Mo Yuan pursed his lips and was silent, he looked at the spirit in front of him, but he was thinking about the Sword Saint in his mind.

Zhang Biluo looked at Nangong Huan in disappointment and said, "Before killing me and the old sword saint, he didn't have this spirit on him. ”

Nangong Huan's head was as if he had been hit by a mallet, and when he slammed it, he couldn't even think, and as soon as his hand was loosened, Yan Siwan fell to the ground.

The little girl was quite clever, and Nangong Huan was hit, and no one stopped her, so she quickly ran to Yan Ruyu's side, loosened a string in her heart, and cried: "Auntie......"

Yan Ruyu held her in her arms, and the anger that Nangong Yijian had temporarily suppressed rose again.

Her hands clenched slightly, and the tentacles of the spirit began to burst open, turning into fireworks one by one.

Bang, bang, bang echoed in the sword mound, and it also hit Nangong Huan's heartstrings.

Zhang Biluo said that Nangong Yijian had not been possessed by a spirit at that time, that is to say, he knew very well what he was doing at that time, not out of control, but deliberately.

Nangong Huan covered his face, he had cultivated his mind for so many years, he knew that he should calm down at this time, but he could calm down in the face of life and death, how could he calm down when he encountered this kind of thing where his father killed his mother......

Zhang Biluo was originally angry that he blindly favored Nangong Yijian, but seeing him in such pain at this time, his heart couldn't help but soften. But Nangong Yijian did such an angry thing, even if she didn't avenge herself, she should avenge the old sword saint.

What's more, there is also a delicate hatred, Nangong must die with a sword!

The spirit has a lot of tentacles, and one by one it bursts open, and it even explodes for a long time, and when it comes to the back, it almost loses consciousness.

But at this time, Nangong Yijian didn't take the initiative to seize control of his body, and he didn't know if he had lost his fighting spirit or what. The spirit can't take care of it, anyway, as soon as it loses its will, Nangong Yijian has to return to its place.

The huge spirit slowly turned into the appearance of Nangong Yijian again.

He was covered in blood, his face was bleak, and he was extremely embarrassed.

Nangong Huan didn't move, he was extremely tired and numb. At this time, it is better for someone to come out and settle the matter. He didn't dare to think that he was helpless in the face of such a thing, if his sister knew......

Mo Yuan moved before him, he walked over step by step, and asked, "You really killed the old man?"

Nangong Yijian glanced at him expressionlessly, without the slightest emotion. There was no acknowledgement, no explanation, and no begging for mercy.

"How can the heart be blinded, or how cold and hard it is, to be so unmoved?" Mo Yuan thought to himself.

He and Nangong Yijian were taught by the old sword saint, to be honest, because he was a nightmare clan, and the cultivation method was quite strange, the old sword saint had always valued Nangong Yijian more.

"Is it because the old man didn't want you to take over the position of sect master later, so he made you murderous? Mo Yuan asked.

He looks graceful and suave, even if he doesn't tie his hair, he can't hide his heroic appearance, and his words are quiet at this time, but they are full of murderous intent, and the murderous aura can be seen from his nose and eyes.

Nangong Yijian was silent.

Mo Yuan knew that he had guessed eight or nine times, and he wailed in his heart, feeling sorry for his unwise acquaintance and for the old man. He was an old man who had a clear conscience all his life, but he taught an apprentice who killed his teacher and his wife.

Fortunately, now everything has been wronged, and the murderer has been punished.

However, he felt inexplicably sad, and the place that he thought was impregnable and would be guarded for the rest of his life began to turn black and rotten from the roots, and finally on this day he could no longer hide it, and was exposed to his eyes in such an abominable way.

Shouldn't he get out of here too?