Zhang Mengmeng's body suddenly trembled violently, and then quickly calmed down. As a woman in this world, she is sensitive when she comes into direct contact with the opposite sex. Although Zhang Mengmeng is a person in the Demon Dao, she is still subject to the influence of the Central Plains culture, and there is still a great defense between men and women, which makes her never really touch the skin of a man since she became an adult in the Demon Pavilion, and when she fought with men in the past, she used to use hidden weapons and Gangfeng to directly smash each other's bodies, how could there be any chance of contact?

What she first felt was a strange and somewhat stimulating electric shock when she was in contact with the opposite sex, but this feeling was not maintained even for a moment, and was replaced by another more warm feeling, which was a warm feeling between relatives, and that feeling was exactly the same as the feeling given to her by the short-lived brother who Zhang Mengmeng always held in her arms when she was a child.

"If Xiao Xuan can live until now, he will be as big as Yinchen, right? No, he is older than him, and it is estimated that he would have already become a family and stand on his own......" In many dark nights, the face of the smiling baby that flashed in the dream from time to time appeared in front of her eyes at this moment, but it made her feel a blood-colored sadness, and in that sadness, that little bit of gentle comfort like redemption happened to be passed from the moment when Yinchen held his hand "regardless of etiquette", and passed from Yinchen's soft and immature little hands.

"Sister, it's okay, it's just an exercise. Yinchen finally said the words of comfort to Zhang Mengmeng, at this time our Mr. Mage has affirmed that there must be a huge conspiracy against himself behind this so-called magic skill, Yinchen temporarily believes that this conspiracy is formulated and implemented for himself to restrain the dark magic of the Demon Pavilion, and Zhang Mengmeng, the third person in this world who is good to himself, is a chess piece in this black conspiracy that can be discarded at any time.

Yinchen knew that he could not learn the "Remnant Soul Sutra", so the price he paid for it was not only the group attack of the Demon Pavilion, but also the big sister in front of him, right?

"No, Yating is still watching from the sky, I can't, I can't let the tragedy happen again......" Suddenly, Yinchen made up his mind, and he also subconsciously clenched the right hand that held Zhang Mengmeng's slender hand.

"Yinchen, you ......" Zhang Mengmeng looked up bitterly, but he didn't know what he was going to say, what he should say, what he could say! Elder Feng's gloomy gaze, the terrible torture in the sect's torture hall, these were all hanging on Zhang Mengmeng's head like a sword of Dammodax. She is actually the one who has the least choice.

"I decided, even if it is to let you live, I have to learn, even if I can't learn any magic skills in my life, even if my physique is special, even if there are thousands of difficulties, I have to learn, not to mention that I Yinchen was lucky enough to get a little favor from God, but I also have some means, and this bit of kung fu is not a thing for me!" Yinchen let go of Zhang Mengmeng's hand, got out of bed, stood up, stood up straight, a pair of pure silver pupils locked Zhang Mengmeng's dark and bright eyes, and in the pure silver pupils, in an instant, endless holy light burst out.

That light is like the dawn of the dead night, like the eternal blessing of the zombie apocalypse.

At that moment, Zhang Mengmeng's soul was completely frozen, and her body was completely stiff. At that moment, she finally understood Yinchen's heart, and understood the meaning expressed by Yinchen through her eyes, at that moment, she saw sincere love from Yinchen's eyes, not love, not ****, but attachment, and family affection. It was the eyes of a child who longed for family affection, swearing to defend his relatives to the death!

Zhang Mengmeng clearly felt that she was completely captured.

She herself is a person who longs for family affection, how can she not surrender in the face of such a child who longs for family affection?

"Yinchen, have you thought about it? Once you cultivate, you can't turn back, are you such a kind child, are you really willing to kill those innocent people?" Zhang Mengmeng's heart completely softened, she even wanted to dissuade Yinchen for the time being, she didn't want to watch such a lovely child fall into the demon path so hastily.

"yes, should I kill those innocent people?" a shallow smile appeared on the corner of Silver Dust's mouth, and in an instant, heavy snow filled his pupils.

"Gate of Bones!" he yelled into the air, and then a whole hell of Senro suddenly unfolded around his body.

......

The breath of death inadvertently spread through the tightly locked crack of the door without warning, instantly engulfing the five people who were waiting ten feet away from the door.

The middle-aged maid fell to the ground, and the two big men also trembled and half-knelt on the ground, and the girl they were holding had already passed out. At this time, the three people who were awake trembled, as if they were under the Nine Shadows.

Elder Feng stood up suddenly, and looked at a certain house in a small building in the distance, where suddenly a monstrous ghost aura rushed out, a peaceful, desperate, and dead aura spread wildly, almost making everyone in the stronghold of the Demon Pavilion, shudder!

"Remnant Soul Sutra!" Excitement was mixed with fear, and it turned into a loud roar that erupted from Feng Lieshan's mouth: "It's successful! That kid is actually fooled! Hahahahaha! Great, great! Then from now on, he is destined to be a member of the Demon Pavilion! As long as he is chained to the Demon Pavilion...... Elder Ben had a chance to reveal his secrets...... Zhang Mengmeng, do you think she has any idea, Elder Ben can't see it......" Feng Lieshan walked excitedly in the big house, and then picked up a folding fan, no matter how suitable it was, he fanned it indiscriminately.

......

In the middle of the room, the fierce ghost cracked the sky.

Endless remnant souls, endless ghosts, completely filled the entire room, not to mention floating, every remnant soul was so crowded that there was no place to turn around.

Zhang Mengmeng was completely stunned, not scared, but completely down. She couldn't comprehend the vision in front of her at all, where did such a large number of remnant souls, all of them exude a quiet aura of dead silence, come from? Not to mention, in terms of quantity, this is at least a thousand remnant souls, right? That's thousands of human lives!

"Yinchen, you?" Zhang Mengmeng crawled down the bed and rolled on the ground, and her image had already broken into scum: "How can you have so many remnant souls? Have you killed many people? But how is it possible? How old are you?" she shouted completely regardless of her image.

"This is the underworld, sister, I just met a god since I was a child, and I learned from him how to temporarily communicate with the underworld. I don't kill people, but in this world, life and death, the reincarnation of heaven, among monks, you beat me and kill, how many people die every day? These people's souls gather in the underworld, and after a long time, how many must there be? I can't calculate at all! With so many remnant souls, I want to kill people, does it make sense?" Yinchen said in a relaxed tone, picked up the "Remnant Soul Sutra" and flipped it directly to the middle, looking at it seriously.

He held the book in one hand, and gestured with the other to the army of remnants in the air. Heaven is pitiful, the method of refining the first refining instrument in the "Remnant Soul Sutra" is sprinkled with more than a thousand words, but it talks about how to twist a remnant soul into a line, outline it into a prohibition, and integrate it into the artifact, but I am afraid that the author of the evil art has never thought of refining thousands of remnant souls into a group of magic weapons at one time, right?

Silver dust is good, thinking that one soul is also refined, and ten thousand souls are also refined, as soon as the door of the dead bones opened, Hula summoned thousands of souls, and then according to the teachings in the book, with a wave of his hand, thousands of souls were twisted into one...... Waterfall...... It's hard to say if this thing can be stuffed into one thing!

However, Yinchen didn't bother to care, and his mind was together, only to hear a stabbing sound, and the cloth bag placed on the small plate at the bedside was cut open by a thin white lightsaber, and then a few bright lights flew into the air with the things in the cloth bag. It was thirty-six plum blossom darts made of black iron.