"Subordinate ......" The sweat of the man in black lying outside the door rolled down his forehead, "The subordinate is not sure...... The fox patriarch and elder may be dead...... The Taoist priest seems to be seriously injured......"

Yezhen casually played with Du Chanyin's upturned face, with a little playfulness in her eyes, "What about the little fox spirit and the purple-clothed man?"

The man in black slammed his head on the floor, "Damn it...... The subordinates don't know ......"

Yezhen casually tore the flesh and skin on Du Chanyin's chin, then ripped off a piece and played with it in her hand. After Du Chanyin screamed miserably, his eyes were dilated and he fainted in pain.

"Inform everyone in the clan, be sure to find out everyone tonight, as well as the origin of the house and the whereabouts of the two Baolian lanterns. In addition, if you personally go to the underworld to inform you, if you see the souls of those two old foxes and give them to me as a personal favor, you will agree to the condition they mentioned before. Step aside. ”

Yezhen couldn't hear a trace of emotion in her words, faint and cold.

"What should I do with the Demon Venerable?" asked the black-robed man outside the door.

"Let the messenger tell him that I have my own measure. If you can't believe it, you can just break it up in one shot. ”

Yezhen sneered, her dark purple eyes gradually faded, and she smiled evilly, threw the flesh in her hand into her mouth, and chewed it carefully. But there was a trace of inexplicable pain in my heart.

In this way, Zen Yin, will you never leave me, never forget me, and always have me in your heart. From now on, you and I will be connected by flesh and blood, and will never be separated again.

And even though 10,000 years have passed, you have been reincarnated as a snake spirit and have completely forgotten me, but you still don't love me. You used to hate me as a monster with the body of a horse, and now even if I tried my best to change my skin, you still don't look at me squarely.

Zen Yin, even if it is hate, I want to be the person you hate the most and the most unforgettable. I hated it for 10,000 years and walked the devil's path. How can I be so lonely on the road to becoming a demon......?

At this time, the skin on the left half of Du Chanyin's face has been torn in half, and the previous blood has dried up and scabbed over the skin, and now it is covered with a new layer of blood, which is extremely terrifying.

But Yezhen came from the Netherworld, resentful of the gathering of evil, what kind of ugly and terrifying monster has not been seen. So in his eyes, Du Chanyin's face at this time is no different from her heavenly beauty on weekdays.

Zen Yin, I am different from those men and male gods who love your skin, I love your soul, and I always have been. He stroked Du Chanyin's waist, her smooth skin, and kissed it.

And Du Chanyin seems to be really dead this time. Her lips, her body was unusually cold.

Yezhen was shocked in her heart, hugged the back of Du Chanyin's head, and kissed her eagerly. Passed a purple Soul Pill through his mouth.

Finally, he reluctantly lifted her head slightly, felt the pill down her throat and swallowed it, and waited for a moment before letting go.

He pulled out the "Soul Devouring Knife" on Du Chanyin's abdomen and threw it on the ground, closed his eyes, and began to recite the mantra of "Dead Wood in Spring", gently touching every inch of Du Chanyin's skin. Everywhere you go, you can see the flesh and skin heal instantly. He first healed Zen Yin's abdomen and shoulder blades.

He looked triumphantly at his masterpiece and stroked it over and over again. Du Chanyin's body gradually warmed up and came back to life. The intestines have been restored to their original position. The skin is soft and fair, delicate and delicate, and there is no trace of scarring.

The ancient sorcery of "Dead Wood in Spring" had been painstakingly studied and practiced by him to the eighth level. And the highest level of the ninth level is to use ancient artifacts to live the dead and give birth to white bones. The Soul Returning Pill has also been practiced to the purple gold level, which is still two levels short of the red gold level and the platinum level. The highest level can resurrect ancient primordial spirits. Instead of refining or resurrecting the remnants of the reincarnation of ancient souls.

The last thing to be restored was Du Chanyin's face. When he touched a huge black hole on the left side of her face, he clearly felt heartache and self-blame. How can you bear to hurt her like this? Silly woman, why don't you beg for mercy?

He closed his eyes and kissed deeply, gently stroking the left side of her face with his right hand......

Little by little, little by little, little by little, little by little, little by little, it becomes warm......

He remembered how he looked at her every time he saw her in the Heavenly Court more than 10,000 years ago. Just as beautiful, proud, and glamorous as it is now...... She likes purple so much, every time I see her wearing different clothes, but they are all dark or light, dark or light, dark or light......

Sudden severe pain,

It's good, he knows that the woman he loves so much has awakened and come back to life with hatred. Even if she bites it off, she is willing to eat it.

Pushed Du Chanyin away violently, but did not slap her as usual. There was a hint of lightness and sarcasm in his eyes.

The face has almost recovered as before, except for the one cheek from the nose to the chin that has not fully healed, leaving a long scar where flesh is still visible.

Du Chanyin's round apricot eyes were full of anger and despair. Why did she see that her soul was out of her body and was about to go to the Netherworld, but she returned to this body? What you do to me at this time, I will repay him a hundredfold and a thousandfold one day.

....

"Is it delicious? Yezhen looked at her with interest. It's good to take this step and get closer to his soul.

Zenyin, what I want is for you to become like me, and like me, I can't wait to tear the enemy into my belly.

"Poof!" rolled her eyes at him. Squirted him all over the face, staining his long silver hair with shreds.

"You're naughty again. Yezhen pointed at random with her right hand, and the soul devouring hook on her collarbone was immediately removed, seeing that she stood unsteadily and fell to the ground. With a quick hand, he held her in his arms, not caring that she was holding the "Soul Eater Knife" she picked up when she pretended to fall to the ground.

Unsurprisingly, just as he lowered his head and kissed her on the lips, a knife stabbed him in the heart with precision and fierceness.

"Are you happy when I'm dead? Yezhen asked her with a dark face.

Du Chanyin struggled to raise his head, and the untreated wound on his chin opened again. This made Yezhen feel that this restoration was very imperfect, and she couldn't help frowning.

Anger brewed in his eyes, and his eyes instantly turned dark purple again.

"Yes! I will be very happy! I laughed for three days and three nights! What is the meaning of the existence of a monster like you between heaven and earth? Kill me, if you still have a little seed, kill me!"

As he spoke, he stared at Yezhen's eyes and complexion. Seeing that his anger had risen, it suddenly and slowly dissipated, turning into indifference and mockery.

Du Chanyin deliberately laughed out loud, as if he was dead at this time. After all, if you are a normal person, you will definitely die if you are stabbed into the heart by the "Soul Eater Knife". But because he is the immortal body of Netherworld, he will not die at all.

Unless......

He and she thought of the little fox at the same time, and of the two lamps of unknown origin in her hands......

The glass lotus lamp that burned off his left palm and caused him to hurt himself......