Chapter Eighty-Four: Dijie is not dead

Looking in the direction of the voice, Ling Yun and Leng Kill saw an old man and a young man. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The old man's eyebrows were pale, and his pale hair was like silk, and his eyes exuded a fierce gaze.

And when he looked at the young man, Ling Yun was suddenly shocked!

This young man is the Dijie who was slapped in the chest by Ling Yun and died, it stands to reason that Dijie should be dead, how can he come back to life again!

However, Ling Yun didn't care about this, whether it was an old man or a local master, Ling Yun didn't plan to let them out of the inn today.

Since you can kill Dijie the first time, you can still kill Dijie the second time!

"Which one to choose from cold?" Leng Yun walked towards the old man and said with a cold eye.

He smiled coldly and disdainfully: "Pavilion Master, why don't you leave these two to me."

A high stage of the Gathering Spirit Period, and a mortal level that is not even in the Gathering Spirit Period, the mortal level is like a baby learning to walk for cold killing, and it can't be a threat at all.

If Leng Kill fights with that old man, not only will the mortal level not be able to help, but he will also have to avoid the aftermath of the fight during the Spirit Gathering Period, and the aftermath alone can seriously injure Di Jie.

"Who are you?"

Ling Yun's heavy footsteps attracted the attention of the old man, who immediately turned his head and asked vigilantly.

Ling Yun sneered slightly, in order to prevent Di Jie from discovering that it was him, he poured a stream of spiritual energy in his body into his throat, and a hoarse voice came out of his throat: "It's my woman inside, who do you say I am?"

"Uh... Pavilion master, when did you have a woman? “

Leng Kill asked in a stunned low voice, since he stayed with Ling Yun, he had never heard of Ling Yun mentioning his woman, and now a woman appeared out of thin air.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Ling Yun lowered his head and leaned against the sword to kill and said in a low voice.

The old man frowned slightly after hearing this, and his face was quite solemn.

His own cultivation was at the high stage of the Gathering Spirit Period, and Ling Yun dared to come, the old man guessed that Ling Yun was either not afraid of death, or had enough strength.

Moreover, although Ling Yun's breath was in the middle of the Spirit Gathering Period, the old man smelled a dangerous aura from Ling Yun's body.

When his eyes stared at Leng Kill, the old man's pupils shrank, and a faint aura emanated from Leng Kill's body, which was on par with himself, and he turned out to be a powerhouse in the high stage of the Gathering Spirit Period.

"It's your man! How disrespectful, I hope to forgive me, I'll leave! “

The old man frowned slightly, clenched his fists and smiled, and hurriedly pulled Di Jie and Ling Yun to pass by!

Ling Yun's strength and that sense of agility, coupled with the strength of cold killing, made the old man understand that he was definitely not the opponent of these people.

Although he was able to escape from the conflict with Ling Yun, Di Jie, a mortal-level old man, could not guarantee that he would be able to bring Di Jie out safe and sound.

"Abel..."

Dijie was dragged away by the old man, and shouted a little reluctantly.

He didn't understand why Abel had pulled himself away.

Dijie's cultivation is only at the mortal level, and of course he is unpredictable about Lingyun and the aura of cold killing, but in his heart, Abel is at the high stage of the Gathering Spirit Period, and there is a ground gate behind him to support him, so he thinks that few people dare to touch him.

Dijie may have forgotten that he was smashed by Ling Yun's palm that time, didn't he also know that he was the young master of the Earth Gate, so didn't he kill him as well?

If it weren't for the fact that when he went out, his father gave him a "life-sustaining pill", and he would have gone to Lord Yama to report.

"Sure enough, he is a waste young master, and his mind is full of women all day long"

Abel shook his head slightly, and scolded in his heart.

Dijie is a hundred thousand miles away from his brother, in Dijie's eyes, women are more important than anything else, and they are beauties like Lan'er, for him they are like deadly poisons, and the seductive roses attract him deeply.

Moreover, Dijie's elder brother is in the Gathering Spirit Period, and he is still at the mortal level, if it weren't for the pill, it would be good for Dijie to have a sixth-level cultivation at the mortal level.

"Young master, these two people are not simple, I'd better leave quickly!"

Abel said with an anxious face, pulling Dijie, and the pace under his feet increased rapidly.

"Are you two going like this?"

Just as Abel and Dijie were about to walk down the wooden ladder, the sound of cold killing echoed in their ears.

"I wonder what else Your Excellency commands?"

The old man looked at Leng Kill with a solemn face and said in a deep voice.

"Since the two of you were just beating my woman's idea, don't you leave something to make amends?"

Ling Yun turned to the old man and asked gloomily.

Raising his eyebrows slightly, the old man suppressed the anger in his heart, "Your Excellency, don't you think it's too much to deceive people?" “

"Too much deception? The idea of beating my woman, you say that I deceive people too much? Why don't you die of TMD! Ling Yun laughed and said angrily!

"Boy, when you're out and about, it's better to take a step back!" The old man is like a kind old man.

Kill!

The corners of Ling Yun's mouth hooked up a sneer, pointing at the old man and spitting out an extremely eerie word!

"Huh"

The cold light flashed, and the long sword in the cold killer's hand stabbed towards the old man like a poisonous snake, and a cold breath erupted.

"Young master, I'll stop them! You go quickly."

The long sword of cold killing stabbed him, the old man frowned, and hurriedly pushed Di Jie away and roared.

"Good..."

The momentum on the cold killing sword had already made Dijie's legs tremble uncontrollably, as if a hamster that had escaped from the cage was fleeing frantically.

"Want to go?"

Ling Yun sneered, stepped on the ground slightly with the soles of his feet, and suddenly disappeared in place.

"When I get back to the gates, you will wait to die!"

Dijie said ruthlessly in his mouth as he ran.

"Really? Then it's up to you to see if you can get back to the Gate! “

Suddenly, a sneer came from behind.

"Not good..."

Dijie screamed, a cool air rushed from behind him, and he quickly stopped his steps and ran to the right!

"Whoosh"

A sound of breaking wind blew past Di Jie's ears, and a thin black-robed figure appeared in his eyes.

"Who are you?"

Dijie asked with an ugly face!

"I didn't expect you to die once, but you haven't died yet!"

Ling Yun laughed and said in surprise.

This time Ling Yun didn't change his voice, and a rather magnetic voice came out of his throat!

"It's you!"

Di Jie's face turned angry when he heard Ling Yun's original voice, and he pointed at Ling Yun and yelled!

Now Di Jie knows that Ling Yun is the murderer who put him to death that time, if it wasn't for the "Life Continuation Pill" given by his father that time, he would not have a second life, so he stood here and talked to Ling Yun.

"Hehe, it's me, but don't you think you're a little late?" Ling Yun said with a smile.

"Really?"

Di Jie sneered, and the breath of his whole body burst out, and the breath bulged his robe, as if there was an amazing power contained under this body.

"I'm now a mortal level nine, not a mortal level eight!" Dijie smiled haughtily

Ling Yun smiled, and the aura in the middle of the Gathering Spirit Period completely exploded, and the violent aura formed a wave that shook Di Jie back a few steps!

Mid-Gathering Period!

Dijie raised his eyebrows, and said with a shocked face.

When he first met Ling Yun, he was just a mortal-level cultivator, and he hadn't seen him for more than ten days, and Ling Yun's cultivation was actually powerful in the middle of the Spirit Gathering Period.