Zhang Jinxia didn't speak, she stretched out her right hand and took out a knife in her pocket, cut it at her palm, and the blood immediately slid down her fingerprints. www.biquge.info he took out the prepared brush stained with blood and quickly wrote a string of runes on the injured palm, and when the last pen fell, he shouted: "Demon!" Look at the moves! Break! ”

The blood that had originally slipped from the palm of his hand suddenly condensed and bloomed into a dazzling red light, and the bright light quickly spread along Zhang Jinxia's palm, and the place where it was affected suddenly turned into a wilderness of ruins.

In the blink of an eye, the chicken farm, which had looked a little dilapidated before, instantly turned into a wilderness full of rubble, and the dead chicken carcasses that had been piled up on the ground before were now crowded together and could not tell whether they were alive or dead.

"Mom! Mass graves! ”

Fan Yingying was frightened by the scene in front of her, and before she could come to her senses, she was half frightened by Zou Yu's throat and seven souls beside her, and her face turned white.

Yu Jianghai, who was standing in front of him before, obviously didn't expect Zhang Jinxia to suddenly come to such a move, but after only being a little surprised, he immediately calmed down.

Yu Jianghai smiled, looking at Zhang Jinxia's eyes with a hint of the light of a chess opponent: "In the end, it is a small skill of carving insects, in the eyes of a master like you, it is a joke." After that, he was not annoyed, and arched his hand at Zhang Jinxia with a smile: "I am a disciple of the master of the Dementor Sect, Yu Jianghai, I don't know what sect the old gentleman is?" ”

Zhang Jinxia couldn't see joy or anger on her face, and reached out to stroke her gray beard: "I've heard of the disciples of the Dementor Sect to some extent, but I've never heard of your name, you are an impostor, right?" ”

Yu Jianghai didn't expect Zhang Jinxia to say this, his face suddenly swelled red, and his eyes suddenly flashed with a strong anger: "You are talking nonsense!" ”

Zhang Jinxia looked at him indifferently and angrily, and asked unhurriedly: "Is it me talking nonsense, or are you talking nonsense?" If you are really a disciple of the Dementor Sect, why have I never heard of your name? It's no wonder that a nobody like you wants to pretend to be a ghost in this barren mountain and wilderness, in my opinion, you are just like that! ”

Zhang Jinxia's words obviously stepped on Yu Jianghai's sore spot, and Yu Jianghai, who had a calm and serious appearance before, jumped forward two steps in a row, and shouted in his mouth: "I respect you for your elders, and I am polite to you, I don't want you to be disrespectful to the old and slander me!" ”

Zhang Jinxia drew a circle on the ground with her right foot, her left hand was red, and her right hand quickly took out a paper bag from her pocket, opened it and was not in a hurry, and retorted slowly: "Is it slandering that you know it well, who in the world does not know that the master of the Dementor Sect died young, all the disciples under his sect were dismissed and left the sect, and the group of people all gathered in the city within three miles of the Dementor Gate, why did you run to the provincial capital?" One south and one north are a little too far away, right? ”

Yu Jianghai also reached out to take the rune paper, dipped in red cinnabar and quickly wrote down the rune, almost as soon as Zhang Jinxia's voice fell, he urged the spell while retorting: "I naturally have my purpose, I said that I am a disciple of the master of the Dementor Gate, believe it or not, I don't need to prove anything to you, you also explain the purpose of you to find me many times, if I can help you complete it, I will naturally try my best to help, and save you from entanglement." ”

When Jian Seventeen heard this, he didn't hold back, stretched out his hand and pointed at Jiang Hai, and reprimanded: "As long as you return the treasure you stole from our Sword Gate, we will naturally not trouble you again." ”

"The treasure of the Sword Gate?" Yu Jianghai smiled and looked at Jian Seventeen with disdain: "What is the treasure of the Sword Gate?" The Soul Urn is obviously the treasure of our Soul Gate, but it was forcibly taken away by you so-called righteous people, don't believe it, ask your master, is there a record of the Soul Urn in three generations? In our Soul Sect, this Soul Urn was left behind five hundred years ago when the Immortal Immortal Urn traveled around Jade Mountain, and was picked up by our master to get the Immortal Yuan, and refined it step by step, otherwise why, no one in your Sword Gate has ever used the Soul Urn? ”

"That's because the Soul Urn is an evil thing!" Jian XVII was angry, and the person who had always seemed to have no temper was also angry.

"Since it is an evil thing, why did it become the treasure of your sword gate? Since your sword sect is as you say, it is a righteous and decent sect, why should such an evil thing be properly hidden in the sect? Yu Jianghai said: "In fact, you yourself also understand in your hearts that this soul urn does not belong to your own sect at all, so you will always be on guard against us to take it back, otherwise the world is so big, and there are many evil sects in the outer sect, why do you sword sects pass down from generation to generation, beware of our soul sect faction?" ”

"This, it's because 。。。。。。" Jian Seventeen wanted to refute, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly became pale and weak, although he was unwilling, he had to admit that what he said was true.

Jian Seventeen has followed his master since he was a child, almost the only one who respects him, and what the master says has a considerable weight in his mind. So since he was a child, the master has always told him that he must be careful of the people in the soul gate, and he always remembers that even this time he went down the mountain, it was the master who trained him and asked him to come out to find Yu Jianghai's whereabouts, and then return immediately, and the rest of the things were arranged by the master himself.

Yu Jianghai's words touched the memory in the depths of Jian Seventeen's heart, and he looked at Yu Jianghai with a puzzled gaze: "How can you know so much about the affairs of our Sword Gate?" ”

"What's so hard about that?" Yu Jianghai smiled, waved his big hand behind him, and soon trotted out of the dark night with a figure.

"Master."

Yu Jianghai stretched out his hand and pointed at the person who came, and looked at Jian Seventeen: "Are you familiar with this person?" ”

Jian Seventeen's face changed in an instant, and his face, which had been unwavering, was full of horror: "Master, Thirteenth Senior Brother!" ”

Jian Thirteen looked at Jian Seventeen, there was not much expression on his face, the expected shame, resentment, or contempt, mockery, nothing, he just looked at Jian Seventeen quietly, as if he was casually looking at something that happened to be in sight.

"Senior brother?" Jian Thirteen glanced at Jian Seventeen coldly and indifferently, but did not say a word.

Jian Seventeen looked dazed: "This, what's going on?" ”

"Your senior brother no longer has three souls and six spirits, and one of the souls in the remnant body has been controlled by the soul of the chicken." Huang Xiaxia, who had been lying on Fan Yingying's shoulder, said in a shrill voice.

"What did you say!" When Jian Seventeen heard this, his eyes turned red.

"Your brother has been killed." Huang Xiaxia repeated, staring at Yu Jianghai with round eyes without blinking. (To be continued.) )