【In the Bloody Yang City Protectorate】

The cold poisonous wind blade collided with the scorching domineering wind, and then shattered and scattered like glass. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Nalan's body shook suddenly, and a palm that was wrapped in a bright yellow wind pressed hard against his chest, and he spat out a mouthful of blood that was almost boiling when he looked up to the sky, and fell backwards with his head up, and before he could hit the ground, four throwing knives shot into his limbs.

"Nalan Diero!" Nalan roared in pain, and then collapsed to the cold ground. He couldn't lift the slightest bit of vitality anymore, and the vitality in the dantian seemed to be suddenly hollowed out. He knew that it was the "Sanyuan Knife", that is, the flying knife that quenched the poison of the Sanyuan, under the increasingly strict rules of heaven after the change, the flying needle could no longer break through the enemy's wind, so the rivers and lakes gradually became popular with medium-sized hidden weapons such as flying knives and bone nails, and the poison of Sanyuan could only disperse the vitality of a person's whole body for a day and night. If you really want to destroy your cultivation, you can only rely on oral anti-yuan poison.

Nalan was shot into 4 such Sanyuan poison knives, and he was furious. He knew that among the toxins in these four knives there was also a medicinal material called the red hot scorpion tail needle, which could not only maintain the effect of the scattered element forever, but could only be detoxified through a commonly used medicinal material, and could make the muscles of the whole body become painful and numb, without strength, and completely become a puppet at the mercy of others.

Beside him, there happened to be two fair girls who were tied up by ropes at this time, and they were the concubines he had only accepted not long ago. Nalan has not tasted enough of their juicy bodies, and now, these two flower-like girls are also going to be poisoned by Nalan Dieluo.

A pair of delicate red-skinned combat boots appeared in front of Nalan's eyes, followed by the rapid enlargement of the soles, and finally the weight of a small man pressed on his face. "Bastard!" Nalan struggled to squeeze the words out of the space between his teeth and tongue. He knew that among the four sons of Nalan, his second brother was actually the least popular, because his bloodline was the most rubbish, and Nalan Dimo and Nalan Diluo had a common father and different concubines. Nalan Dimo's mother is the "Empress of the Main Palace" in the Jianzhou tribe, and he is also the first child born to this mother's first child, so if he was born in the Southern Empire, he doesn't even need to compete to be the only candidate for the next emperor, and Nalan Diluo, his mother is not even a concubine, just a washing girl slave who was captured from the Southern Empire.

It is because of such a relationship that even if Nalan suffers from the plot of his second brother and ends up with the temporary loss of his divine skills due to the scattered yuan poison in his body, he still has nothing to fear. "You bastard! You dare to kill this seat? Aren't you afraid that your father's wife will really pay the gorilla as a bride in a fit of anger? Don't forget! You are the concubine of the concubines! If it weren't for the fact that you are also in the realm of distraction, how much difference would you have from Luquan?" Nalan exhausted all his strength, and finally removed the rock-heavy combat boots from his face by an inch or two, spat out a broken tooth with a thud, and said coldly with black and blue eyes.

"It really doesn't seem to work?" Nalan Diluo innocently touched his nose and gently moved his foot away: "You are the heart and soul of the father, let alone killing you, even if you are injured, you can also take the life of the deity......" He opened a pair of pure and innocent azure eyes, put on a very pitiful and frightened look, and his voice was as clear as a spring breeze: "But if I don't kill you, I won't hurt you, but the deity has more ways to deal with you? Do you know that the deity is not good at killing people and hurting people?" His voice, his expression, and even his person looked like an innocent child from any angle, but under the appearance of the pink and watery little fresh meat, there was a blood-red heart of torture.

Nalan Diero's childhood was spent in bullying and humiliation, just because his mother was a beautiful slave girl, he thought that he had tasted all the humiliation in the world, so he was crazy every moment to return the simple humiliation to this black world. He became the most powerful torturer in the world, and even made the master of returning to the void bow down. He stepped back gently, even a little cautiously, and shouted in a somewhat panicked voice, "Come on, come on, help my brother to the big bed with iron cables! Quickly, send the military doctor, bring the secret aphrodisiac of the southern country! Go! You wood!" He seemed to be frightened by his brother's tragic situation, and seemed to be very worried about his brother's injury, but the words that came out of his mouth made Nalan's exhausted eye sockets almost burst.

"Nalan Diero, you bastard, this seat can't spare you!" Nalan Exhaustion already knew what his brother was trying to do, and there was no real anger in his roar, only a weak threat and monstrous fear.

"Beichenxing!Beichenxing!Where did you bastard?Forget it!Juefei!Juefei!" Nalan Diero cried out helplessly like a child who had been separated from his family, and the moment he called the name "Juefei" twice, a majestic figure suddenly appeared by the corner door of his room. The thick and majestic figure pounced forward lightly, his knees slammed on the hard ground, his hands were casually sealed, and a thick wind blew behind him, pushing him to his knees and sliding towards Nalandero, and when he was less than two feet away from Nalan Diro, his hands suddenly probed down, and regardless of whether the rough ground rubbed his palm, he forced the huge figure to brake suddenly, and then bowed his head backwards, and when he completely stopped, it happened to be a five-body posture presented in front of Nalan Diro.

"The minions are here!" The majestic man's voice can definitely be frightening at first glance, because his voice is sharp and round, neither male nor female, neither yin nor yang, and his muscular body is not in tune at all, and his tone can make people tense at first glance, as if it is the tone of a servant girl who has been ravaged and violated by her master thousands of times, full of obedience, flattery, and a trace of humble, as delusional as admiration, this tone comes out of the mouth of a big man as strong as a brown bear, and reaches the ears of another small but well-developed man, which makes others feel a chill anyway。

This person, even if he is a disciple of Beichen Xing, Yueye Juefei, because his surname is very strange, others usually only call him Juefei.

Seeing Jue Fei's high bulging back and shiny money rat tail, Nalan Diluo only felt that his eyes were full of pleasing beauty, and he counted in a childlike innocent sweet and greasy voice: "Get up, I want to arrange something for your master, but since you are so diligent, I will arrange this matter for you!" he said, very innocently pointing to the two concubines who were tied up and kneeling on the ground, " Leave these two men to you, and give me a good life to serve them with donkeys and dogs, and don't kill them, and if the brother of the deity cries out for a woman, sign these two lovely women with the animals, and make sure that they have a taste of it, and if anything is missed...... The consequences you understand. He deliberately said the last half of his words in a half-coquettish and half-sloppy tone like a child threatening an adult, and that voice, that image, that style, was enough to scare the two poor women into fainting.

"Chirp!" Jue Fei replied respectfully, and got up numbly.

When Nalan tried his best to hear this, he suddenly burst out with the muscle strength of his whole body, broke free from the hands of the two black-clothed men who were dragging him, and shouted with all his strength: "Nalan Dieluo, you brute!-" His last word dragged long and far away, and three or four black-clothed men pounced on him, carrying him and disappearing at the door of the lobby.

"Twenty years ago, you started calling the deity a beast. Nalan Diluo threw down a sentence coldly, turned his face and smiled happily as Jue Fei lifted the two unconscious women upside down, and all kinds of things that should not be exposed were exposed from under the robes.

"Let the deity see, have you learned any new things in the past few days?" Nalan Dieluo's eyes lit up.

"Okay!" Jue Fei's voice was full of hearty pleasure, and he called for people, and on this magnificent hall, an inhuman hell began.

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Six hours later, it was completely dark.

The main entrance of the Metropolitan Protectorate is an archway with three exit holes, behind the archway is the front hall, the front hall is the avenue that leads directly to the attic on the top of the mountain, as for the main hall, the middle hall, the back hall and the east and west side halls, they are all hidden between the high and low red mountain cypresses.

"Sect Master, can you dress like this?" Lin Caiyi was dressed in a pitch-black night robe, squatting on the enamel tiles of the archway like a cat, and turned his head worriedly to look at a silver-white robe, and he didn't even wear a hood. His silver figure stood out in the night sky.

Silver Dust moved the corners of his mouth slightly, and black mist emanated from his fingertips, hovering and slowly covering his whole body. Lin Caiyi's eyes widened in surprise, because the silver dust in front of her had completely turned into a black mist.

Even if she was so close, it was difficult to find such a black mist at night when the lights were not bright, let alone the soldiers guarding the door below the archway, who would not particularly notice the top of the archway.

"Okay, my mysterious Great Sect Master, can we start moving?" Lin Caiyi had to get close to Silver Dust, because as the dense fog became denser and denser, she couldn't see where Silver Dust was more and more clearly. She played a little thought, that is, to follow this powerful sect master all the way, never act without authorization, not for anything else, just because of the monstrous power shown in Yinchen's punch, which made her feel at ease, unparalleled peace of mind, she couldn't think of anyone else in the rivers and lakes who could block such a fist.

"No, wait. The voice of silver dust came from the black mist, which was extremely clear, and it was obvious that the black mist could only block the view.

"Who are you waiting for?" Lin Caiyi was strange for a while, in the huge Blood Yang City, it should be the two of them who belong to the organization of the Civilization Temple, right?

"Wait for cannon fodder!" there was a hint of a playful smile in Yinchen's tone, and the banter was filled with the smell of iron and blood.

As soon as he finished speaking, several black shadows turned up silently, Lin Caiyi looked down, and couldn't help but take a light breath of cold air, and the soldiers guarding below were all prostrate on the ground, their heads bleeding.

She looked around and saw more black shadows climbing the outermost wall of the Metropolitan Protectorate from different angles, some of those figures were unfamiliar and dry, some were smooth, and some even made some unlikely strange movements, but in an instant, almost everyone crossed the high wall.

The killers of the Black Qi Building are obviously not easy to deal with, although their cultivation is low, and some people don't even have cultivation, but they can make the Black Qi Building make a great name in the rivers and lakes, and there must be something extraordinary.

Lin Caiyi was secretly frightened, but she didn't say anything, she saw no less than seventeen or eighteen powerful colors at the body level in the instantaneous performance of those people just now, although those people were very far away from her, but the air ripples of different colors when the wind was urging were already very telling.

Among those bursting winds, there are at least five strands that are much stronger than Lin Caiyi, and there are three strands that seem to be in her realm, and the rest are small characters that are not to be worried.

"The Sect Master's vision is so high! these people are cannon fodder...... If they form a formation to attack, I am afraid that those Tartar dogs in the capital protection mansion will be in trouble. Lin Caiyi patted the fart lightly, and there was a little bit of provocation in his words, this kind of petty temperament is harmless in the righteous path, after all, most righteous people are bold and straightforward, and in their hearts, morality and justice are greater than personal face.

"Pull it in, rabble. Yinchen said honestly, the killers, except for themselves, the rest are all competitors, how can there be any reason to cooperate and form a formation? Even if they cooperate temporarily, they are just seeking skin with the tiger.

"Then Sect Master, can we act?" Lin Caiyi's voice carried a hint of challenge in it, and she made up her mind to take a closer look at the ability of this cheap sect master.

"yes. One of Yinchen's hands suddenly grabbed Lin Caiyi's fragrant shoulder, although through the clothes, Lin Caiyi could still feel the abnormal heat in the young man's palm.

"Sect Master......" Lin Caiyi was a little embarrassed, she had experienced a powerful and powerful man like Li Yunlong, but she was not very shy, but she felt very embarrassed to be caught by a man a few years younger than herself. If it had been someone else, it would have been slapped a long time ago.

"Follow me. Silver Dust's hand was full of golden light, and under the blessing of the Holy Light's Hundred Cracked Claws, he actually used the strength of an ordinary person's arm to lift Lin Caiyi up, Lin Caiyi struggled twice in shock, and then felt a strong wind blowing in his face. (To be continued.) )