After being silent for a long time, the stone monster finally spoke, "You can kill it, but it is not recommended to kill it now." ”

"What do you mean?"

"Just hit the cripple, a bait."

Hearing this, Ling Youyou's eyes lit up, the bait hehe, it's very good. It seems that the stone monster's belly is quite black, and he can only think of such a damaging idea.

"Well, I'll do whatever you want. The karma is you, the merit is you, and it has nothing to do with me. ”

The stone monster seemed to snort lightly, but did not answer.

Ling Youyou, as a person with a big heart, directly ignored his unexplained hum and focused his mind on Lao Dao.

"Who are you and who are you to ask me"

Lao Dao's face turned dark, and he followed his disciple to roar angrily, "Oh, don't be presumptuous, this is the real person of my family, what qualifications do you have as a woman to ask my family's true Rao Fa." ”

"Oh, you don't bark when you choose a name, don't you let a dog bark"

"You" The deflated disciple stepped over and was about to do it.

Ling Youyou wanted to give them a dismount, hooked his lips and smiled, his wrist flipped, and the tea turned into a water arrow, grazing the disciple's scalp and passing through.

The disciple only felt a chill on his head, then the liquid rolled down his eyebrows, and then fell to the ground along the tip of his nose. When the tough head saw that it was blood, his face turned pale with fright, and his voice was stuck in his throat and he couldn't make the slightest shout.

If you suffer a loss, you naturally want to get it back, but you can't get it back, so you can only ask for a backer.

"Master, this woman is indeed a demon, she knows witchcraft."

People clearly use the simplest method of controlling narcissus, and people who don't know the goods dare that she is a demon method, very good, she uses a more demonic demon method to open their eyes.

And pointed to a little empty, and shouted softly, "The clouds come, fall." ”

The sky suddenly changed color, it was a clear sky, and in the blink of an eye, the ink clouds rolled, and these black clouds quickly concentrated, and finally stopped above the heads of Lao Dao and several disciples. Immediately, the black cloud turned into a huge sword and flew down on the head of one of the disciples.

The huge pressure fell in the air, and the disciple of the old Taoist knelt down, his whole body trembled, and he couldn't lift his head when he was pressed.

Lao Dao's body shook, he almost didn't hold on, and he lost his face. A face turned black in an instant, and he would do it without saying a word, making it difficult for him to pretend to be a good person who was high again. With a roar of rage, the internal force was fully opened, trying to release a defensive barrier around himself.

Ling Youyou didn't look down on his mana at all, and with a flick of his fingers, a white light pierced through the defense that Lao Dao had just formed, and passed through his chest.

Lao Dao screamed, covered his chest, and blood rushed out along his fingers, looking shocking.

At the same time, the huge sword fell on the disciple's head, transforming into countless swords, and the disciple smashed with the sword was covered in blood.

The master and apprentice were full of blood on their heads and faces, and the Taoist clothes on their chests were drenched in blood, and they were embarrassed.

Father Li's crying stopped abruptly, staring at Ling Youyou with a pair of small eyes. The rescued soldiers who were invited were injured before they could do anything, and what kind of revenge is this, it is clearly not an opponent of others.

Lao Dao was annoyed and angry, hurriedly took out a few pills and swallowed them, stopped the bleeding, shook up the dust in his hand, and turned into a gust of wind and swept towards Ling Youyou.

Ling Youyou didn't move like a mountain, he didn't even raise his eyelids, took a teacup lid, and threw it out casually.

The lid of the teacup met the wind knife, and after blinking, it turned into a ball of powder, which did not fall to the ground and scattered, but formed a rotating wind, splitting the wind whirlwind launched by Lao Dao, and hitting Lao Dao's body and face.

Those scum are all porcelain slag, scraped on the face, and the old face is directly scraped off.

Lao Dao's face was covered with blood, and he made up a bloody duo with his own apprentices.

Ling Youyou was afraid that La's hatred would not be enough, so he slapped the table while laughing, looking smug and rampant.

It's not angry

Gas.

Lao Dao, as a person who has been held high by others for so many years, has not suffered a loss for many years, and suddenly encountered the thing of being beaten on the head, so he naturally couldn't bear it. His eyes were on fire, and his tattered skin was shaking. Although the more he shivered, the more painful it became, he couldn't control it, and the anger in his heart burned more and more like wildfire.

"Demon girl, look for death."

Felt out something and threw it at Ling Youyou.

The strong wind was blowing, and sensing that there was a thick evil aura wrapped in it, Ling Youyou raised his eyes and looked at the object flying over.

It looks like a pocket, and when the mouth of the bag is opened, puffs of black smoke come out of it, which is dead air. By collecting the resentment of the dead, it is refined into death qi.

Death gas is corrosive, it will immediately rot the skin when it gets on people's body, and if the defense is not high, or if the death gas is too strong, it can kill people in an instant.

Looking at the intensity of the dead qi coming out of the old Dao bag, it will definitely not be refined without ten thousand resentful souls.

Looking at the immortal cultivation clothes worn by Lao Dao, it subverted Ling Youyou's perception of immortal cultivators. This guy is clearly an evil person, why should he be a disciple of Xianmen.

If she was still a rookie at the moment, she would definitely fall under this dead air. today

A wicked smile crossed Ling Youyou's lips, and he slowly stretched out his white and tender hand and randomly swiped a few times in the air.

The mouth of the dead air bag immediately closed and landed vertically in her palm. Ling Youyou hooked his lips mockingly, then kneaded the bag and stuffed it into the teapot, and then a blue flame condensed in his palm. The flames burned around the teapot, and a terrible scream sounded harsh from the teapot.

Ordinary people covered their ears and were still pricked by the sound in pain, and even the disciples brought by the old Tao covered their ears uncomfortably and squatted on the ground.

Seeing this, Lao Dao almost went crazy. The Dead Air Bag was refined by him after hundreds of years of hard work, and he was counting on this tribute for a future, but he didn't expect to be robbed by others for the first time. Not only robbed it, but also burned his dead air.

Lao Dao's eyes bulged out, and he gasped for breath in his mouth, "You, you, you stop me." ”

Ling Youyou's smile was even brighter, and his bright eyes were shining, "I'm me, I'm going to stop." Yan deliberately raised his eyebrows and gave Lao Dao one, what, bite me.

The crazy old man let out a wolf roar, forgetting to use spells, in fact, even if he used it in front of Ling Youyou, he couldn't get the slightest bargain. Furious, teeth and claws come together, primitively turning the battle into a primitive.

A line of black dots floated above Ling Youyou's head.

Dogs are anxious to bite people or something, it's very annoying, because you don't play cards according to common sense, you know no. We are cultivators, and we use noble spells, and when we fight, we should be dazzled and amazed by the wind, fire, thunder and lightning together. That's what we are. You suddenly put on your mouth and claws, and you are no different from a shrew fight, don't you feel ashamed of the face of the fairy family.

Ling Youyou, who wanted to save face, threw out a barrier, shook his head at Lao Dao, and enlightened him very kindly

"If you don't have this belly, you will be angry sooner or later."

If you are angry to death, you will be angry to death. The old man thought angrily.

"You're an old man, and you're still injured, so you have to think about your body."

Bared his teeth, his smile was sunny, and his eyes shone with a bad taste. ，，，

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