She pressed Shiyan to a small realm, will she lose?

The sound of rain became louder, and Shi Yan turned his head to look behind him.

The raindrops have become bean-sized, and from a distance, the walls and roofs of the Gyeongnam Inn have been corroded, turning into white viscous, and the corroded surface is boiling and emitting white smoke.

"Die!"

Shi Yan turned around, Lin Haiyun had already appeared above his head, and a turquoise short sword appeared in his hand, stabbing down on his head.

Lin Haiyun's face was happy, Shi Yan was too careless, at this distance, the tip of the sword had reached half an inch of Shi Yan's forehead, no matter what, he couldn't avoid it, he would definitely die!

Thunderstep!

In this regard, Shi Yan had no sorrow or joy, and the moment before the tip of Lin Haiyun's sword was inserted into the center of his eyebrows, a thunderstorm appeared on his feet, and the whole person disappeared under the sword, and appeared three steps away with the Soul Devouring Sword.

"What!" Lin Haiyun stabbed his sword into the air, and was about to fall to the ground out of control.

Crackle!

"Buddha bones!"

While retreating three steps and standing firmly, Shi Yan's bones under the skin and flesh were faintly golden, and a sword swept, the tip of the sword was originally hanging on the ground, this sweep, when the tip of the sword was raised, it rubbed countless sparks with the green bricks on the ground, which was so dazzling in the dark.

Vermilion Bird Gang was dense with the sword body, and the shadow of the Vermilion Bird was hidden in the air, and the corrosive raindrops that fell were all shot away and evaporated, and swept heavily to Lin Haiyun's waist and abdomen, who had not yet landed and had nowhere to borrow strength in the air.

Poof!

The heavy sword reached the body, the blood mixed with the fragments of the viscera was spit out, Lin Haiyun's body was like a bow, like a dying shrimp, and flew back at a speed several times faster.

Slammed into the wooden bridge deck.

The wooden bridge was smashed, and she crashed into the pool, splashing and wild fish under the annihilation of the qi.

As soon as the sword came out, Shi Yan collected the sword and returned it to the sheath, and the tadpole-like runes on the body of the Soul Devouring Sword were like octopuses, frantically trying to gush out, but Shi Yan steadily suppressed the scabbard.

Shi Yan took Xuan'er to stand on the edge of the pool, and her feet were full of fish that had been shaken, more than a dozen of them, with white bellies, constantly jumping and trying to return to the water.

The surface of the pool has calmed down, and clumps of blood have risen from the bottom, staining the entire surface of the pool red.

After a while, Lin Haiyun, who had a miserable face, floated on her back, vomiting blood, her eyes stared at Shi Yan, crazy and puzzled, there was a dead silence.

"The Great Completion of the Digang Realm!"

Although he couldn't speak, the hatred in his eyes was clear.

"It's too hard, it's a loss!" Seeing that Lin Haiyun was about to die, Shi Yan sighed, squatted down and took out a Thousand Crane Spirit Pill and sent it into the other party's mouth, this is the super quality he refined, one is worth 300,000 taels, and all the ordinary ones he got from Lu Qingquan have been sold.

The Thousand Crane Spirit Pill melted in his mouth and began to repair Lin Haiyun's injuries, such a serious injury, one could not be cured, and he could only barely hang himself, but it was enough.

Shi Yan handed the Soul Devouring Sword to Xuan'er, took out a dagger, and squatted down to look down at Lin Haiyun, who was half-sinking and half-floating on the surface of the pool.

Lin Haiyun's light shirt was soaked, Shi Yan looked at it like a pink skeleton, the dagger rotated into a flower in his palm, and the corners of his mouth were raised:

"Let's play a game called The Difference Between One Knife and a Thousand Dollars, and the content of this game is, I want to get everything that Madame Lin knows about your ghost husband. ”

......

"Master, it's raining outside. The young monk folded his arms and shuddered as he closed the window.

"Sit cross-legged on the ground, close the six senses, and tell my Buddhist scriptures. The old monk crossed his knees on the bed, his eyes closed and motionless like a mountain, his fingers plucked the prayer beads, his voice was constant, and he was at ease when he heard it.

"Oh. The young monk sat cross-legged on the ground, as the old monk said.

But after a while, he opened his eyes, trembled and said, "Master, it's too cold, isn't it raining? Why is it so cold? I didn't get so bad last night, and it's almost winter." ”

"Close the six senses and tell my Buddhist scriptures. The old monk still said the same.

All around, the walls, and the ground were condensed with a thick layer of frost, emitting a trace of white cold, like living in an ice cave.

The young monk was wearing only a thin coat, so cold that he was swinging, he walked to the old monk's bed, pinched the folded quilt, and asked tentatively: "Master, if you don't cover the quilt, can you give it to the apprentice?"

The old monk recited the Buddhist scriptures and left him alone.

The young monk knew that the old monk acquiesced, and he happily took the quilt away, squatted on a wooden chair and covered his body, which immediately took effect and warmed up a lot.

Outside the window, the sound of rain is getting louder and louder, crackling on the wooden window, the window paper of the wooden window paste is made of a waterproof, windproof wood chips, and the rain does not get wet.

The young monk wrapped his head in a quilt and leaned back in a chair to sleep, but the sound of rain in his ears was very loud, as if the window paper had been pierced and the rain was flowing in, making him unable to sleep.

"Could it be that I'm hallucinating?" the young monk muttered to himself, unable to get around his obsessive-compulsive disorder, and opened the quilt to look out the window.

At a glance, together with a pair of blood-red eyes, the pupils were dead, and the young monk even saw the bloody tendons in the other party's eyes, as well as an unknown number of rotting insects crawling, and the edge of the eye socket was covered with scars......

The young monk screamed in fear, and this unprepared gaze made his heart beat wildly, and he fell from his chair.

At the same time as he fell to the ground, the young monk jumped with his hands and feet in the distance, and during this time, the soles of his feet seemed to have broken something, and the sound of cracking was obvious.

"What's the matter?" the old monk stopped reciting the scriptures.

"Yes...... There is a ......" Hearing the voice of the old monk, the panic in the young monk's heart decreased slightly, and he stammered to answer that there was a ghost.

But when I turned my eyes, the room was empty, how could there be bloody eyes?

However, he was shocked by the sight of the window, which had become a tattered wooden stick, scattered all over the ground, as if it had been corroded and mutilated.

Countless raindrops poured in frantically, hitting the window edge and turning into dense small droplets of water splashing.

The young monk stared, and a drop of water splashed into his eyes.

In an instant, he screamed, covered his eyes in pain and rolled on the ground, and through the gaps between his fingers, he could see the blood.

The young monk was blind in his right eye.

Plop, plop......

The sound of the rain, the sound of the window falling, the urgent cries of the old monk, all the sounds were diluted, and the whole room was left with a strange heartbeat, beating rhythmically, filling the whole ear piercing.

After listening to it for more than ten seconds, I was about to go crazy!

The young monk opened his only remaining eye and looked at it, only to see that all four walls had turned into a wall of flesh and blood, including the window blocked by flesh and blood, and the oil lamp on the table flickered, reflecting the flickering light and darkness of the flesh wall.

The flesh and blood continued to pile up, split, and new pieces of flesh appeared, and finally obscured everything and squeezed away towards the old monk.

It's like being in the gut of a giant creature.

There was a constant oozing of slime from the cracks in the flesh, this slime was different from rainwater, and it was terrifyingly corrosive, and in just a few seconds, the floor had been corroded and exposed, and it was only a matter of time before it collapsed.

"Master!" the young monk frantically got up, the oil lamp went out, and the whole room was plunged into darkness.

"Quick! What about the Buddha beads?" The old monk sat on the bed and opened his eyes, without pupils, the whites of his eyes, and the one hundred and eight prayer beads in his palm exploded and fell around his body.

The sound of the Buddha sounded on the rosary, buzzing and suppressing the strange heartbeat of the flesh wall, which was described by the old monk who had practiced Buddhism for decades, and once it came out. 8)