"Although my master is gone, this knife is still there, seniors, you want to be close to it?"

I pulled the poplar behind me, and the broken waves were heavily inserted in front of me, and the yang energy poured in, and the strange fire with the breath of the feathers burst into flames, and the high temperature instantly burned the pebbles on the ground and exploded, and the foxtail grass on both sides of the path turned into ashes in the heat wave before it even ignited, raising a spark!

Although the fire does not burn inanimate objects, the power of the high temperature is also amazing.

The finch girl sighed lightly, and her eyes fell on the broken waves.

"This fire, it's interesting, show it to me."

The voice was delicate, but undoubted, the jade hand was light, and the handle of the knife in my hand could not be held, and it suddenly vibrate.

The all-pervasive demonic power, as if it had been ambushed in every inch of space, flashed around us without warning!

In an instant, I felt like an egg in a pressure cooker, ready to burst at any moment.

I knew very well that this was just an earth-shattering demonic power set off by her thoughts, not a pre-prepared situation.

The sound of the big sound, the big invisible, such a terrifying demonic power, unheard of!

The violent vibration caused the handle to rub wildly against the palm of my hand, and the pain in my heart made it more and more difficult for me to handle.

If you hold on like this, within three breaths, the knife will be taken away by her.

Naturally, I can't let her succeed, and I can't stop it.

At the time of the stalemate, evil thoughts flashed in my heart!

Don't do it, take advantage of the terrifying pulling force on the knife, and raise the knife!

"Boom!"

The long knife turned into a rainbow, wrapped in flames, in a spiral, and swooped away like a fire dragon out of a hole!

As strong as a finch girl, she also put away her contempt, took half a step back, and as soon as she raised her hand, the fierce sword wind like a dragon paused in front of her!

"You actually destroyed the feathers?"

As soon as she spoke, the pressure around me subsided.

I resisted the idea of taking advantage of the situation to attack again, grabbed it in the air, and put my sword back into its sheath.

The finch girl smiled slightly, and gracefully turned around and sat down in the pavilion: "No matter how fierce the feather is, after all, I haven't taken off that feather yet, don't think that with its help, you can be presumptuous in front of me!" ”

Before she finished speaking, Yang Shu had already poked his head out from behind me and smiled: "Sister Que Niang is so beautiful, no wonder Master praises you for your red face and trouble." ”

The finch girl was stunned, and subconsciously raised her hand to touch her face, only to find that the black gauze in front of the cool hat had been burned to ashes by the heat wave!

She showed a self-deprecating smile and said lightly: "I didn't expect your master to be so good at complimenting people." ”

As he was talking, a glimmer of golden light flashed behind the pavilion, and several characters at the top of the originally dark Zhenling Monument lit up, and there was a tendency to spread downward.

The finch girl raised her eyebrows, walked straight to the stele, her hands rose in a state of fluttering wings, and the powerful demonic power went up around the stele, like a river pouring down the characters that had just lit up in one fell swoop.

The demon power was gone, and she didn't turn around: "Your name is Yang Lin, right?" ”

"Yes."

"Your master...... How did he die? ”

"He is an old man, and he is dying, which can be regarded as a happy mourning."

The finch girl was silent, looking up at the stele, her petite back in front of the huge stele that went straight to the upper floor, looking so lonely.

After a long time, she sighed lightly: "It's a pity." ”

I don't know what she regrets, is it a pity that she didn't see my master for the last time, or it's a pity that his old man is out of school, but in the end he still can't help but end up in the Yellow Spring, or, it's a pity that she can't revenge that knife with her own hands, and the shame of being trapped in Yixue for decades?

"Go back, don't fall into his name."

"Find a way to get rid of that Siberian wolverine, I can help you buy ten days at most."

"The predecessors worked hard, and Yang Lin remembered this kindness."

I saluted and stepped back, returning to the first floor with an unwilling poplar tree.

I know that Poplar still wants to be close to people, not the kind of closeness between men and women, and if you have ever seen a tragic character in a childhood story, and she has ended up in a bleak evening, you will feel that way.

But I don't have time for him to waste, since the finch girl has given a ten-day deadline, it will never be one day less, but it will not be one more day.

Before that, I have to chop off the claw of the Dark Witch Sect no matter what, otherwise Poplar's childhood story will end in a tragic ending, and the Zhenling Monument will also fall into the hands of the enemy.

But when I heard the screams of the mandrills on the station again, I couldn't help but show the same self-deprecating color as the finch girl.

Ten days, how can I do it?

This group of mandrills alone is enough for us to drink a pot, not to mention the wolverine Ivan.

I don't know why the finch girl called him a wolverine, to be honest, at least I didn't feel any demonic aura in him, but if you want to say that a strong man from Siberia, only this person can fall into the eyes of the finch girl.

"Senior brother, Sister Que Niang is so ruthless, wouldn't it be okay to let her come up and get rid of these guys?"

I glared at him fiercely, and said that I wouldn't let him talk too much, but he still couldn't control it, and he just killed himself, and almost pulled Lao Tzu into the water: "If she comes up, you go to guard the town spirit monument?" She is willing to be imprisoned for decades, how can she give up all her achievements because of these miscellaneous things? ”

Yang Shu scratched his head: "You haven't told me about this again......"

"Nonsense, be quiet for me, and then make something special, don't blame Lao Tzu for throwing you to Mandrill for dinner!"

The two of us lay in a hidden corner outside the station, waiting for the train to come by with a similar load.

Seeing those mandrills obediently anti-sack loading, I was very unwilling, although I couldn't think of a way to cut the grass and eradicate the roots for a while, but if I didn't do anything, just go up like this, wouldn't it be too cheap for them?

After hesitating for a moment, I still took out the boning knife that held the pair of resentful spirits and countless beast souls in custody, and flicked the blade to pull out the pair of resentful spirits: "You guys do something for me, do a good job, how about Lao Tzu let you vote for a rich family in the next life?" ”

The man and the woman had obviously been trapped here for too long, and when they heard the words, they didn't even discuss it, so they nodded excitedly and agreed.

I pointed to the mandrill that was loading the truck on the loading platform: "You two take these beast souls, sneak over, and encourage the beast souls to eat them!" ”

Unexpectedly, the resentful spirits who were still excited just now shook their heads when they heard this, and the look of horror on their faces was definitely not pretended. The male wraith was even more gesturing, trying to tell me something.

I've been exposed to these things for many years, and I quickly understood what he meant, he was saying that those beast souls were actually tortured and devoured to death by these mandrills, including the two of them, and now they were terrified when they saw the mandrills, let alone let them encourage the beast souls to sneak attack the mandrills.

I frowned slightly, but in my heart I suddenly realized, yes, besides these mandrills, what other creatures can torture and kill an old bear alive?

What else could have created so many beast souls in just a few years!

I didn't have the heart to think about it before, and it took him a little bit to connect the two things.

But the question then arises, if some of the mandrills have already found a way to escape, then why don't they slip away, but eat hard outside, and then go back to this prison at the bottom of the mountain to be prisoners?