Chu Yanchun fell with countless broken glass slags, and countless pieces of paper flew in the air, but he couldn't catch up with the speed of his fall. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It wasn't until his back slammed down on the marble floor that the paper barely lay under him, relieving him of some of the force of the fall.

Fortunately, the third floor is not too high, and Chu Yanchun's physical fitness is ten times that of ordinary people, so this injury does not pose a threat to him.

Chu Yanchun's mind was a little confused, and he shook his head vigorously, and the shattered glass slag all over the sky smashed on his body, cutting through the crisp snow-white windbreaker on his body.

He stood up angrily, shook off the glass slag on his clothes, and a good Yager Shidan limited windbreaker instantly became a non-mainstream rag.

Lao Tzu's clothes!

Chu Yanchun looked at the scattered strips of cloth on his body expressionlessly, he liked this dress very much, he liked it very much, he liked it very, very much.

It is not difficult to understand the satisfaction in his heart after he suddenly has a luxurious and gorgeous shirt after wearing tattered clothes for several years.

Especially after being deeply disgusted by Liu Xi, his persistence in image.

Chu Yanchun raised his head and blocked the big hole in the floor-to-ceiling window on the third floor that had been smashed by himself, and a trace of surprise flashed in his heart.

In just two weeks, Liu Xi's strength has more than doubled compared to when he first met, and he actually knocked him away with a single punch with his bare hands.

Although it was because of his carelessness, it could not be denied that Liu Xi's violent and ferocious momentum just now made him faintly frightened in his heart.

Is this the monk's method?

The pieces of paper quickly formed two huge white wings behind Chu Yanchun, supported him and flew up gently, and walked into the small building through the hole in the floor-to-ceiling window.

Then, Chu Yanchun looked at the scene in front of him dumbfounded, and his expression was a little dazed.

Even he didn't dare to say that he could win, Archmage Weichai, was being beaten like a ball by Liu Xi at this time.

Liu Xi was covered in a bloody shadow, as fast as a ghost, and kept stretching out his fists and kicking around Wei Chai .

The muscles of Wichai's whole body bulged, his body doubled out of thin air, his waist was short and his neck was thick, and he floated in the air, really like a humanoid balloon.

Of course, he was not floating in the air by himself, but was kicked in the air by Liu Xi, and he couldn't get off at all.

Liu Xi's speed was too fast, and the whole room was filled with her blood-colored figure. Every punch and leg hit him like a machine gun, and it actually hit him with a floating effect.

Chu Yanchun didn't dare to delay, and the pieces of paper behind him turned into white butterflies flying all over the sky.

The white butterflies circled, emitting a sharp and piercing scream, and swarmed towards Liu Xi.

Liu Xi finally stopped beating Wei Chai's hands and feet, and a flash appeared opposite Chu Yanchun. The blood shadows that filled the room reunited and returned to Liu Xi's body.

Like a giant scale, Wichai slammed down, smashing the marble coffee table in the middle of the living room.

He looked up from the crumbling stones, his whole head was swollen into a pig's head, and his dark and purple face was no longer visible.

The muscles in the corners of Chu Yanchun's eyes twitched, and he skimmed his eyes a little unbearably.

"I ...... Poof!"

Archmage Wichai opened his mouth, and as soon as he said the word "I", a mouthful of blood spurted out like a fountain, almost splashing Chu Yanchun's shiny leather shoes.

Chu Yanchun hurriedly took a step back, avoiding the dirty blood that Wei Chai spat out.

He looked at Archmage Wichai's gray hair and asked in horror, "Archmage Wichai, what's wrong with you?"

The previous Archmage of Wichai was a middle-aged man as strong as an ox, and although his curly hair was full of oil, it was also black and shiny.

It's just that the brightness is a bit excessive, which makes people feel a little sick to their stomachs.

However, at this time, Archmage Wichai had dull gray hair, and his hair had fallen out in many places, revealing a disgusting gray scalp on the top of his head.

What surprised Chu Yanchun even more was that Wei Chai fell to the ground and let out a breath, and his bulging body quickly dried up like a deflated ball.

His muscles atrophied rapidly, his body rapidly shrunk, and his skin was covered with layers of wrinkles as if it had lost its vitality, giving off the grayish-white color of a dead man's skin.

Archmage Wichai went from a middle-aged man as strong as an ox to an old man in less than three seconds to look like an old man with a candle and an old dragon clock.

Wichai trembled and raised his hand in front of his eyes, looking at his trembling hands that were as thin as wood and full of age spots, his drooping eyelids opened with difficulty, and his cloudy eyes were full of fear.

"Ahh

Wei Chai screamed in horror, his voice hoarse and old: "My immortal technique, my immortal technique!"

"I devoured thirty-five apprentices, it took thirty-five apprentices to maintain my immortality, why was it broken, why was she broken. ”

"Chu Yanchun, you go and find my apprentice Zamba immediately, hurry up and find it for me, I want to devour him, I can regain my youth if I devour him, go quickly!"

Wei Chai screamed incoherently, looking at Liu Xi who was shrouded in blood mist standing in the corner of the wall, as if he saw the devil.

He struggled desperately on the ground, crawling away from Liu Xi with his hands and feet.

"She's the devil, she's the devil, I'm going to Zamba, I'm going to Zamba......"

Chu Yanchun looked at Archmage Weichai, who was in a state of madness, and never imagined that he, who was respected as a god in Indonesia, would actually fall into such a realm.

He knew that all the members of the December group were devourers.

He originally thought that they were just devouring the supernatural who had nothing to do with him, but he didn't expect that they would even devour their own flesh and blood relatives and apprentices.

Chu Yanchun clearly knew that among Wei Chai's apprentices, at least seven or eight were his biological children, and two were his grandchildren.

Master Zamba, whose true identity is none other than the grandson of Archmage Wichai.

Chu Yanchun looked at Wei Chai who was struggling and twisting on the ground, looking at the gray hair that fell off his head and the disgusting wrinkles all over his body, his eyes were full of disgust.

"Wichai, Master Zampa, this is your own grandson, right? As far as I know, you only have one blood relative left. Have you devoured all your sons and daughters?"

"Hehehe, of course, Chu Yanchun, didn't you also join December?"

Wei Chai's laughter was hoarse as that of a crow, and he glared at Chu Yanchun fiercely: "Don't you understand, only the bloodline between blood relatives is the purest, and it can stimulate the Wu clan bloodline in our body to the greatest extent and increase our magical powers." ”

"I devoured my seven sons, three daughters, and one grandson. My magic power has increased more than tenfold, as if I have devoured Zamba, my magic power will rise to a higher level, and even you will not necessarily be my opponent at that time. ”

"It's a pity, it's a pity......"

Wichai cried sadly, like a crow crying blood, which made people hate and pity.