The painting looked at Yin Han with a sluggish face lightly.

She walked slowly up to him and stared at his chest.

"Come out."

Her voice is not high, but it is different from the voice of ordinary people, as if there is a kind of magic that can penetrate people's eardrums, making people abandon all other attention and focus only on her voice!

Yin Han's face turned blue, but he didn't move.

Today, he has seen so many shocking things, and at this moment, he desperately wants to confirm something and find a belief for himself to continue!

Everything in the house was quiet and there were no fluctuations.

The two words just now don't seem to have brought any ups and downs.

It seemed as if nothing had happened, as if she had just said two words casually.

"You don't come out, do you? When I do it, no one will be able to save you! ”

The sound of painting Weirong is very cold, and listening to it makes people feel a tingling sensation on the scalp.

As soon as she finished speaking, a black mist rose in Yin Han's chest.

As soon as this black fog appeared, the temperature in the basement seemed to drop suddenly.

It's cold.

Immediately after that, this black mist began to change shape continuously, sometimes larger, sometimes smaller, sometimes longer and sometimes shorter.

It was evident that the black mist seemed to be trying to change into something, but it was difficult.

"Alright, if you can't transfigure, you don't have to bother anymore, so be it."

Hua Weirong spoke, and the black mist really didn't move, maintaining the shape of a clump.

Yin Han's eyes were about to pop out.

Hua Weirong sneered, "I didn't expect that there is such a thing as you in this world." Tell me how you got to where you are now. ”

The black mist jumped up and down, but of course, it didn't make a sound.

Hua Rong frowned slightly, "Can't use the divine mind yet?" Well, then speak through his mouth. ”

As soon as these words came out, without waiting for Yin Han to react, this black mist actually pounced on Yin Han's face at an extremely fast speed, and then the black mist swished into his mouth.

In the next second, Yin Han seemed to be possessed by something, and became sluggish.

After a while, Yin Han's eyes began to turn, and his body began to move. It's as if the soul doesn't fit into the body, so it needs to adjust.

Finally adjusted, Yin Han can speak normally, and Yin Han at this time is the devil.

"The immortal spares his life, and the little devil doesn't know what is going on with him, anyway, since I can remember, I have been sealed in a soul lock bottle. I struggled for many years, but the demon spirit continued to melt and weaken. Just when I was about to lose it anymore and almost disappear completely, the Soul Locking Bottle was picked up by Yin Han. Yin Han broke the Soul Lock Bottle...... And I came out. ”

The voice was still Yin Han's voice, but it was extremely respectful, with a hint of trembling, as if he was very afraid of painting a slight appearance.

Hua Weirong sneered, "Then, you used trickery to make Yin Han believe that you were afraid of you, and then obeyed your words and became such a murderer now?" ”

"Little devil is just ...... The little devil just released the hope in his heart. If he is merciful and unwilling to kill, the little devil will not be able to force him. ”

"Really? That's a good point. Yin Han's human weakness is very large, so you can easily take advantage of him. Everyone has the selfish desires of the dark side, the difference is only that some people's selfish desires are big, and some people's selfish desires are small. And some people can suppress it, and some people can't. Originally, Yin Han might have suppressed his selfish desires and become a normal person. But under your influence, he completely released his selfish desires and became a humanoid Qin beast. You say, should I kill you? ”

Painting a micro-appearance is really a killing machine.

Every word of hers seems to contain sharp blades, and it only takes one thought for all the blades to come up together, completely destroying the demon that has not yet taken shape!

"Spare your life! Immortals, spare your life, listen to the little devil. Little Devil knows a spirit stone mine, as long as you don't kill Little Devil, Little Devil will take you to find that spirit stone mine! ”

Although the tone was still very respectful, the smugness in the words could not be concealed.

The painting raised his eyebrows slightly, "Spirit Stone Mine?" You've got a good hand, so it's no wonder you're so fearless. ”

"Little devil doesn't dare. The aura of this world is too thin, and it is too barren for us demon cultivators, let alone you, the immortals. In the past few years, I have collected so many low-grade spirit stones, and I can't find more at all. The little devil is willing to dedicate this spirit stone mine to the immortals. ”

Hua Weirong chuckled, "Give me the spirit stone mine, and then let me let you live and let you continue to do evil?" ”

"Little Devil promises not to ...... How can they do evil again? ”

"Hmph, if you don't do evil and kill, how are you going to cultivate? Don't tell me that you have changed to an immortal, the demonic nature in your body is not low, and there is not even a trace of possibility of transformation. "The painting was unmoved.

"This ...... Immortals, little demons are demons, and it is impossible to cultivate immortals. This one...... Aren't you embarrassed for me? ”

"Oh? Tell me, 'Why have I embarrassed you?' ”

"......" was silent for a moment before the voice sounded again.

"Immortals, tigers eat meat, this is the instinct of survival. Little Devil ...... The little devil cultivates demons, and he also has his own instincts......"

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