An eighth-order flying demon beast was forcibly robbed of its vitality, leaving only a shriveled shell, which was casually discarded on the wasteland by the roadside.

And along the way, there are also the corpses of these few demon beasts, all of which were killed and discarded at will.

In a rather extravagant and luxurious courtyard, Ling Jiu Rin suddenly woke up from a nightmare from one of the rooms.

It was his miserable life, a nightmare that he would never be able to get out of in his life.

When I go back to my midnight dream, I will be shocked into a cold sweat, and I can't solve it.

"Awake?"

A rather cold female voice came from behind the screen.

It seemed that with the ability to penetrate people's hearts, in just a moment, Ling Jiulin's thoughts were pulled back to reality.

"Who are you?"

Ling Jiulin struggled to get up, but was shocked to find that he was weak and weak, and he couldn't perform all his exercises.

Cartilage scattered!

It also sealed his whole body of exercises!

"Who the hell are you?"

Ling Jiulin's tone became even colder than the woman's voice.

The woman behind the screen walked out slowly, and Lushan's true face gradually appeared in front of Ling Jiulin.

Dressed in white, his temperament is cold and dusty, as holy as a lotus flower about to bloom on the ice peak.

But that's just how it looks......

"Not bad~"

After Bai Binglian looked at Ling Jiulin slightly with a scrutinizing gaze, she actually nodded with satisfaction.

It's just that the face is still as cold as usual, and there is no trace of emotional temperature in sight.

"This feels like it's close~"

Ling Jiulin's cold questioning made her think of that man.

The man who dared to refuse her, the man who was bold.

However, it was that man who haunted her dreams, and since the last goodbye, she couldn't forget it, but she couldn't find the man's figure and traces.

Until one day, she met Ling Jiulin, who was being chased and killed......

"It's already similar, but it can be more like it."

The tone gradually became gentle, but the coldness in his eyes never retreated in the slightest.

The coldness and calculation in Bai Binglian's eyes made Ling Jiu Rin very unhappy.

"What do you want to imprison me here?"

If you want to take his life, you can do it directly.

He is not afraid of death, and he borrowed his life from his aunt.

Arrogant and disdainful~

The desire in Bai Binglian's heart was more and more hooked.

She actually saw in this man's face the same pride and disdain as the man.

In this world, the man who can reject her Bai Binglian's unparalleled beauty has not yet been born!

What's more, it's still a wasted person who can't use any cultivation exercises!

One hand hooked Ling Jiulin's chin, full of provocation.

"If you dare to provoke the majesty of this seat, are you not afraid of death?"

In his tone, the arrogant coldness carried an unconcealable murderous intent and coercion.

"If you want to kill, kill!"

Ling Jiulin met Bai Binglian's gaze without the slightest fear.

Then he turned his head very impatiently, as if he didn't even bother to give Bai Binglian a little bit of a look.

I have to say that this kind of Ling Jiulin is more similar to him......

"You're not afraid of death, there are countless ways to make your life worse than death!"

The man who dares to disdain her is not worthy of anyone in this world except him!

Even people who feel very close to him, as long as they are not him, they are not worthy!

The soft and white hand seemed to lose its patience for provocation in an instant, and instead grabbed Ling Jiulin's throat.

"Are you scared?"

As long as she exerted a little force, she would break Ling Jiulin's neck.

This person's life and death are all in her thoughts.

However, Ling Jiulin, who was almost out of breath, closed his eyes in resignation, bent on death.

"Incompetent!"

What incompetence!

If it were that man, he would have fought for his life and had to break free.

It's so similar, but why can't it be infinitely like forever!

In anger, Bai Binglian lost her patience and shook Ling Jiulin away.

It's like getting rid of those monsters that have been sucked on the road, full of disgust, impatience and disappointment!

Such a man resigned himself to his fate and begged for death......

How to be born as a hot-blooded man!

"Ahem~"

Ling Jiulin, who had survived the catastrophe, coughed suddenly.

He was indeed bent on dying, but he really couldn't die, but he still tried his best to breathe fresh air.

At this time, Bai Binglian looked at the weak man in front of her again, but thought of another extremely weak man......

Born as a human being, life is thinner than paper, and it is destined to live forever.

Weak, like a withered grass swaying in the wind, it is just trampled by passing creatures at will, and even if it is like this, it will die with a whine.

Not to mention the wind and rain that nature has given us.

Such a man is even less worthy of living in this world.

"Do you want to live?" Bai Binglian asked.

Ling Jiu Rin skimmed his eyes, not wanting to waste even a trace of his afterglow on Bai Binglian's body.

For him, is there a difference between living and not living?

Not willing to give a glimmer of hope, this is contempt? Disdain?

Or do you want to die?!

Bai Binglian's anger was hooked again.

"You want to die so much, this seat wants you to live!"

When he raised his hand, there seemed to be an invisible silk thread turning into a sharp blade from Bai Binglian's hand, piercing Ling Jiulin's heart.

Suddenly, infinite fear was born in his heart.

It's not that he's afraid, it's his heart, it's that heart is instinctively afraid.

Because it was entangled and locked, and the end of the invisible chain that entangled, locked it, was held in Bai Binglian's hand.

Life and death, pain or not, are all in Bai Binglian's thoughts.

"You!"

If you want to kill, you will kill, so humiliating with people!

As soon as his belief moved, the Yun Rin Sword automatically appeared in Ling Jiu Rin's hand, and the sharp sword blade slammed straight towards Bai Binglian's face.

"Interesting~"

A cold smile slowly hooked up from the corners of Bai Binglian's mouth.

Without flashing or moving, the Yun Rin Sword was still an inch away from the center of Bai Binglian's eyebrows, and it was difficult to advance an inch.

It was as if there was a kind of prohibition that was difficult to break free from imprisoning the Yunrin Sword in his hand, no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't move an inch.

"Rebel against me?"

Bai Binglian sneered, as if she was watching a ridiculous ant delusionally fly out of the palm of a Kunpeng.

"Mole ants!"

In the blink of an eye, the Yun Rin Sword instantly broke into two under the pressure of the huge spiritual power, and smashed to the ground unexpectedly, letting out a sonorous sound in Ling Jiurin's stunned gaze.

"No!"

Ling Jiu Rin looked at the broken sword in his hand in disbelief, as well as the lonely piece of broken sword that fell to the ground.

The Yun Rin Sword was given by his former aunt and accompanied him through ten years of his life.

Even if my aunt is gone, the Yun Rin Sword given by my aunt is still there, and when I see the Yun Rin Sword, it is as if I see my aunt still alive.

Now that the Yun Rin Sword is destroyed, Auntie, the last trace left in the world.

Also completely annihilated!

He only felt that his whole body was tightly wrapped in despair, almost suffocating.

couldn't support it anymore, and the whole person fell to the ground with a bang, only a pair of eyes, but he was still staring at the broken sword of the cloudy sword.

A white and dusty shoe trampled on Yun Rin's sword without care, while the other foot stomped on Ling Jiurin's chest fiercely.

For a person who is equivalent to not having any cultivation now, this kick is not insignificant, and the corners of Ling Jiurin's mouth overflowed with a trace of blood.