Not long after, Cheng Yuan hurriedly came out of the courtyard again, and while directing his subordinates to put out the fire, he shouted loudly: "Who saw the magic tree and the in the house?"

Everyone said they hadn't seen it.

Cheng Yuan was anxious to turn around at the entrance of the courtyard, roaring and stomping.

He Lang should have been at this moment, taking advantage of the other party's defenselessness, and he would definitely hit with one blow, but he suddenly changed his mind.

He didn't want to let the enemy die comfortably like this, and he also wanted to torture the other party, thinking of this, as soon as he flew away, he rushed straight to the direction of Cheng Yuan.

As soon as he didn't want him to appear, the people around Cheng Yuan dispersed in the blink of an eye, leaving Cheng Yuan alone standing in place, he saw that the black-faced ugly ghost was holding a bright long sword and coming towards the door in front of him, which was a joy.

Cheng Yuan thought to himself that since this ugly ghost was there, the tree demon would definitely not go far, so he dodged and avoided the sword of the passer, and he wanted to catch the other party in order to attract the tree demon to appear.

But Cheng Yuan also knew that the other party's body was demonized, and if he was scratched by him, his consequences would be unpredictable, so he was cautious everywhere, for fear that something would happen.

He Lang waved the slashing sword, and for a while he really looked good, forcing Cheng Yuan back a few steps, he suddenly felt that his strength had increased a lot compared to before, and the sword blade was powerful, and it was indeed able to stop the other party at once.

In addition, Cheng Yuan didn't want to take his life, and intended to capture him alive, so he avoided it again and again, and it seemed that He Lang was not defeated.

Cheng Yuan glanced at the disciples around him, one by one, they all looked frightened, and he was angry, and scolded loudly: "A group of useless things, they have raised you in vain, bring the net, and catch this ugly ghost!"

Only then did someone realize that they hurried back to get it.

When He Lang heard this, he knew that something was wrong, he originally wanted to stab the other party in a few places, so that before he died, he also had the fear of being demonized, but now it seems that he can't get close to the enemy's body at all, so he made a move, while moving the spiritual qi throughout his body, ready to hit the soul qi with his left palm.

Just as he was about to hit Cheng Yuan's left chest, a knife flew from behind him, and it slashed at his back impartially, and the blood suddenly flowed out, and in an instant, the surrounding area was stinking and smelly.

He Lang himself didn't react so much, he only felt that the smell of rotten eggs was stronger than before, but he could still hold back, and many of Cheng Yuan's disciples who were already far away on the side automatically stood even further back.

He Lang rolled his eyes, withdrew his left palm, wiped a handful of blood from his back, and threw it towards Cheng Yuan.

When Cheng Yuan saw it, he was taken aback and hurriedly flashed, but because the two of them were standing very close, their bodies were still stained a lot, and just when the other party was stunned, He Lang wiped his bloody hand on the long sword, and slashed at the other party.

Hearing the sound of tearing through his clothes and the blade of the sword entering the flesh, He Lang was in a good mood, knowing that the other party had been hit, he raised his sword more fiercely and slashed at the other party several times.

Cheng Yuan was frightened at this time, he knew what the consequences would be if he was stained with the blood of the demonized person, and he had already noticed that the wound began to have a burning sensation, and it quickly spread to the whole body.

His body began to tremble, and now that he had been swallowed by anger, he didn't want to grab the other party anymore and force out the dryad, so he wanted to slap the other party under his palm and take revenge for the blood hatred.

Seeing Cheng Yuan, he gritted his teeth, his eyes were full of rage, his eyebrows were almost twisted together, his face was red and blue, and the blue was purple, with a look of wanting to swallow the person opposite.

Obviously, He Lang was not Cheng Yuan's opponent at all, but when he saw the enemy's expression of anger and fear, he felt very happy.

At the beginning, he wanted to strike out the soul qi and kill the other party, and he must not be able to escape, so he had the idea of dying with the other party.

But now that he finds out that the other party has been tricked, I am afraid that he will also become a demonic person like him, who exudes a stink all over his body, so this is actually more painful than killing the other party, so he is thinking about whether he can take the opportunity to get out.

But he couldn't determine whether Cheng Yuan was really demonized, so he didn't run away in a hurry, but wanted to see the reaction of the other party's body again and act on his own.

Obviously, since Cheng Yuan was stained with He Lang's blood, his movements have gradually slowed down, and black lines have appeared on his face, and after a while, the black lines have extended to his body.

Moreover, He Lang soon smelled the smell of rotten eggs from the other party, and he really didn't expect the speed of demonization to be so fast.

In less than a pillar of incense, the other party not only moved slowly, but also stiffened, and his eyes looked like a soulless person, looking ahead blankly.

When He Lang saw it, he knew that his idea had come true, and he even stabbed the other party several times.

The opponent did not dodge several swords, and was injured again and again.

Just when He Lang wanted to finish off the other party with a sword, a huge net covered his face and put both of them in.

"That's the master, what are you going to do?" one of the disciples shouted at him.

"The master has been demonized, he is now unconscious, hurry up and throw the demon powder, otherwise we will all suffer. ”

"No, you can't do this to the master!"

"Let's catch them first, and then we'll figure out a way when our ancestor comes. ”

"Okay, wrap them up tight, don't give them a chance to run. ”

He Lang only felt that he and Cheng Yuan were entangled together with nets by the people around them, and threw over a lot of rope sleeves to put the two together.

Within a moment, the two of them were strangled so that they couldn't even move their fingers.

The two of them were caught in nets and ropes, tightened, and finally they both lay on the ground, unable to move.

Those disciples of Cheng Yuan didn't dare to throw demon powder on their master, but they were not polite to He Lang.

He Lang saw that those people had sprinkled all the yellow powder on himself.

He immediately felt a tingling heat all over his body, and his skin was painful and itchy as if it were about to burn.

He Lang was as painful as a beast, roaring sound, and he felt that his body was gnawed by thousands of ants.

He didn't notice what was going on in the outside world, and he knew that he might die of pain in the next moment.

At this time, a thick canvas covered it, wrapped He Lang and Cheng Yuan on the ground a few more layers, tied the two ends tightly with ropes, and then put a few iron chains on the canvas before stopping.

He Lang faintly heard the voice of Cheng Yuan's eldest disciple through the canvas: "First carry them to the empty house with the magic pattern, there is a ban on intercepting the tree demon, the tree demon can't enter, I will go to the ancestor immediately, you see, don't let them escape." ”

"Senior brother, don't worry, this is very tightly entangled, even immortals can't escape. ”

Others chimed in.

So someone lifted the canvas wrapped around the two people, and carried it for a long time, and after hearing the sound of the door opening, the person being carried stood gently by the wall.

Along the way, Cheng Yuan let out an inhuman roar, and He Lang, who was already itchy, was even more roaring in his ears.

He really regretted that he didn't kill the other party in the first place, and now he is so roaring that he almost hurts himself.

I don't know how long it took, but the roar finally became quieter, and it seems that even if you become a demon, you are not omnipotent, and there are times when you can't shout and scream.

He Lang felt that he and Cheng Yuan were now close together, and the thought of being crowded together with the enemy who killed his father was very uncomfortable, and he was sprinkled with demon powder, and he was extremely difficult.

I thought that I would be able to die of pain in the next moment, but this pain and itching never took his life, and it made him more and more clear.

In the end, he really had no choice, so he secretly controlled the Yuan Shen to leave his body and enter the fairy mirror.

He hadn't been in here for a long time, and when he saw everything he was familiar with, he felt the urge to cry, and here, the smell of rotten eggs that could be smelled at any time was finally gone, and he took a deep breath of fresh air, feeling that he had just come to life.

The double blow of ** and spirit for many days made him sit on the bank of the Bishui River in less than a moment.

In his dream, he dreamed that Brother Jing stared at him very worriedly, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it, just sighed incessantly.

He wanted to stop the other party, tell the other party all what happened to him during this time, and confide in his grievances, but he couldn't open his mouth, let alone say a word.

Just when He Lang was about to cry in a hurry, he was woken up by the anxious transition.

There was a white-robed young man standing in front of him, none other than the Brother Jing he had just dreamed of.

At this time, the other party was staring at himself very worriedly, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it, just sighed incessantly.

He Lang felt very magical, what he had just dreamed of happened in reality, he hurriedly smiled at Brother Jing, and said softly: "Brother Jing, don't you recognize me? I don't know myself anymore, haha." He Lang smiled helplessly.

"Have you been reincarnated?" asked Brother Jing.

"Brother Jing, the current situation is more complicated than changing the physical body......"

He Lang then told Brother Jing about his recent experience to the other party, and after speaking, he had a look on his face.

"The Qilin King is still alive?" Brother Jing only asked after hearing this, and then stopped speaking, he seemed to be thinking about something, but he couldn't come up with a reason after thinking about it repeatedly.

"Brother Jing, it's actually nothing, I really didn't want to live before, every day when I open my eyes, I smell the smell of rotten eggs, it's unbearable to spread it on anyone's head, but I found that the smell disappeared here, and I won't go out in the future, with you, okay?"

Brother Jing listened to He Lang's words, his eyebrows furrowed, and he still didn't say a word.

"Brother Jing, you have to say something, I have nothing but ugliness now, I really don't smell it now, I don't believe you smell it!"

He Lang was a little worried, could it be that he still had a smell on his body? But he couldn't smell it? Otherwise, why did Brother Jing look unbearable?

Thinking of this, He Lang felt weak for a while, and quickly moved to a place a little farther away from Brother Jing, and only stopped when he felt that the other party should not be able to smell it.

"You don't smell, don't hide. Brother Jing's eyes were full of pity, but he didn't expect that in less than two months, the person in front of him would become like this.