That sense of restlessness is exactly the hidden and ubiquitous, rich and huge demonic breath in the Nine Egret Palace's summons to himself.

Flying and jumping off the courtyard wall, Song Yi's sword flashed, and he cut off the head of a young man in an instant!

"Huh?!"

The other person just raised his head from the young man's corpse, and before he could speak, the white light flashed, and he gave Song Yi a sword in the chest and stabbed him through!

The last person reflected and wanted to run, where did Song Yi allow him to move, but before he turned around, he was slashed by Song Yi with a sword and cut into two!

The green qi was dispersed, and between the electric light and flint, the three of them fell to the ground almost at the same time, and strands of black gas came out of their corpses, circling and rolling, and they wanted to run out, Song Yi had a left hand, and several invisible qi emitted it, as if a dragon sucked water, and grabbed all the wisps of demonic breath and incorporated them into the body, only a very thin wisp escaped out of the chaos and merged into the vast night.

Song Yi took a deep breath, feeling that the heart in his chest was beating wildly, and his ears were full of the "bang" heartbeat, like the sound of war drums, which made people frightened. He was a little stunned, looking at the mess around him, full of flesh and blood, and secretly marveled that he had killed three people in the blink of an eye, and his wrist trembled slightly.

However, as soon as he thought that these people were no longer human, but mutated monsters, and had harmed those hunters under the mountain, and even had a conspiracy against the Yuequan Sect, his heart calmed down again, and he clenched the sword in his hand again.

"Anonymous...... Brother ......"

The voice in his head trembled, and he whispered to him, as if he was also frightened by the scene.

"It's okay, go to sleep when you're tired, with me. ”

Song Yi comforted it, and the rootless spirit in his brain said, "You must be careful", and it couldn't withstand the invasion of exhaustion, and sank into darkness.

Staring at the young man who cut himself in half, Song Yi thought that the little senior brother went out to run errands that day, and happened to encounter a village eroded by demonic breath, didn't he also kill and kill among hundreds of people, and finally saved dozens of people, lest the entire village become the blood food and playthings of the demon's breath?

The Jiulu Palace, where he is today, is afraid that it has ......

As soon as he thought of this, there was a sound of footsteps behind him, Song Yi turned his head suddenly, and saw the person sitting in the hall during the day walking afloat, he seemed to be half drunk, and he was carrying a pot of wine in his hand, followed by a person, who had also seen in the hall during the day.

The two walked in step by step, and suddenly saw Song Yi, and their bodies were stunned, and they wanted to run. Song Yi lifted his sword up, and in an instant he was in front of the two of them, grabbed the person carrying the wine with one hand, and put the blade of the sword across the neck of the person next to him with the other, and asked, "Where is your palace master?"

"I, we ......"

The man carrying the wine snorted twice, and suddenly his body softened, and the whole person collapsed, and a black gas spurted out of his open mouth, straight to Song Yi's door!

Look for death!

Song Yi was already full of anger, seeing that this person was still trying to fight back, he was unceremoniously, and the left hand holding this person's neck twisted hard, and the true qi in his body gushed out, as if detonating a thunderbolt!

only heard a "bang", a piece of flesh and blood flew into the air, this person's neck was suddenly smashed into two, Song Yi's five fingers were like steel, and he retracted inward, buckled the backbone under his flesh, and then lifted it outward, and dragged this backbone out of his body!

This time it was really terrifying, and the person next to him was so frightened that he opened his mouth and didn't dare to move his toes. Song Yi's left arm swayed, and the two whip techniques that he had secretly learned from Ye Ming at the beginning moved naturally, using this spine as a whip, and hit the opponent's heavenly spirit cover with a "snap"!

The man was hit head-on, and his knees went limp, and he fell to his knees. Song Yi stood in front of him, holding a sword in one hand and a bloody spine in the other, half of his body was stained with blood, and he looked like a ghost in the moonlight!

The magic breath that had just erupted from the man's mouth was floating around Song Yi's body, as if he wanted to run, but he was suppressed by a force on his body, rushing left and right, unable to run out, and could only circle around Song Yi.

"I'll ask you again, where is your palace master?"

"I ...... We ......"

The man kneeling on the ground trembled like chaff, not daring to look at Song Yi, staring at the blood splattered on the ground, and snorting at the question of how to answer.

"Take me to him. ”

"I ...... I don't dare!"

This person shrunk into a ball, almost daring to look directly at the ghostly Song Yi in front of him.

“...... Is he in this palace?"

Song Yi dropped his backbone, put his hand on the top of the man's head, wiped the blood on his hand with his hair, and his voice was softer.

"In, in, in......"

"Okay, then I'll go find him myself, and here you are. ”

After speaking, Song Yi turned around and left. This man saw him take two steps, just breathed a sigh of relief, and when he looked up, he saw a white light flying in front of him with lightning speed!

The next moment, he saw his body still kneeling on the ground, but his head was far high.

That white light was Song Yi's sword.

Song Yi raised his hand, and the sword flew back into his hand, and the last consciousness of this person also fell into his palm with a black qi, mixed with the black qi of Fang Cai, and was incorporated into a mysterious and infinite space, which seemed to be extremely vast and far away, and seemed to be cramped. However, it was impossible to tell the difference, because, the moment his consciousness entered this space, he ceased to exist.

Consciousness, emotion, fear or joy, desire and instinct were all completely annihilated in an instant, turning into pure energy and merging into the endless sea of true qi that Song Yi was constantly circulating.

The cold moon dissolved, the night breeze was thin, and the corpses outside the courtyard were bloody and bloody, like red lotus blooming by the Styx, paving a bright red and viscous road for the Nine Egret Palace.

Song Yi walked out with the memories of the day, he could feel the noise in the wind, the undercurrent surging in the quiet night, and the anxiety that had made him uneasy before had now become his guide. Once you understand what that is, you will no longer be confused and will be able to take advantage of it.

Now, Song Yi could perceive that the entire Nine Egret Palace was filled with the heavy rhythm of Demon Breath, except for himself, there were no pure people here, and every disciple of the Nine Egret Palace who was still active had become a servant of Demon Breath.

A powerful and rich demonic breath that came out of nowhere quietly corroded the Nine Egret Palace, it did not rush to devour the people here, did not treat them as flesh and blood to satisfy the appetite, but turned everyone here into obedient slaves, hibernating here for the next purpose, waiting for the opportunity to move. These corroded people of the Nine Egret Palace showed cruelty and bloodthirstiness like the princes of the Wang family, cunning and stubborn, and their physical bodies were not only future combat power, but also food, so they ...... the hunters under the mountain

Whew, Whew......

Song Yi heard the sound of his own heavy breathing, which rang in his ears at once, and it was very clear in this dead night, mixed with the beating heartbeat in his chest.

He walked step by step, out of the courtyard, through the garden, and up the steps of the cloister.

There was no one, Song Yi didn't meet anyone, the Jiulu Palace seemed to be hidden, and it seemed that they were all dead, until he walked to the center of the corridor, he suddenly heard noisy footsteps in front of him and behind him at the same time.

Song Yi looked ahead, seventeen or eighteen people with swords in their hands, running towards him, and he looked behind him, still a group of people with axes and swords, surging forward.

These people were all red-eyed, with an undying posture, and Song Yi could almost see that layers of black qi were diffusing and wandering away from them, converging into strange giant beasts in the air, trying to devour themselves in vain!

Well done......

The sword swept across, and Song Yi cut the first person who pounced on him into two pieces! At this time, there was a gust of wind behind his head, and the cold air hit people, Song Yi did not look back, and with a backhand move, the real anger rushed out, only to hear a muffled sound behind him, and several people hit the edge of the corridor like broken sacks, making a heavy sound.

Song Yi turned around, the sword light was craggy, and he pulled a semicircle into the air, and wisps of green and faint true qi shot out, raining down on those people, and in an instant, blood splashed everywhere, and a fishy sweet smell rushed into the air.

These people seem to have sunk deeper than the others, eroded by demonic breath, they have long lost their humanity, and they are not afraid of pain, although they see their companions covered in bruises and dying breath, they are still brave and unyielding, and they pounce on them frantically.

The anger in Song Yi's chest became more and more vigorous, and his subordinates no longer had the slightest affection, only to see the sword light sweeping, and the green qi was shining, Song Yi seemed to be incarnated as a killing god, flashing and moving in this long corridor, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, killing the heads of the people who were chasing and intercepting them, and the blood was permeated.

Boom -

With a swing of the sword, the true qi slammed into the pillars, and the corridor suddenly collapsed in half, crushing several people below and smashing them to pieces.

A few wisps of black gas rushed out from between the cracks in the bricks and tiles, Song Yi had already prepared, flew up, stirred the long sword, and the wind passed through, involving all these black gases, absorbing and using them.

Among the dozens of people who swarmed in, most of them had already killed Song Yi, and only two or three of them were still standing on the ground, with red eyes already killed, salivating at the corners of their mouths, holding knives and axes in their hands, and pounced upwards like mad dogs.

Song Yi was covered in blood, wrapped in a strong bloody aura, and at this moment it seemed that he couldn't see anything else except these monsters in his eyes, and when he saw these people killing, he immediately raised his sword, cut off their heads one after another, and then extracted the demon breath clean.

It's finally quiet.

Stepping out of the corridor, there was another shouting of killing in front of him, Song Yi raised his eyes, and saw that the person who answered the door during the day rushed over with a group of people, these people were running, while throwing things at themselves, Song Yi dodged to avoid it, and found that the things they threw over were some porcelain bottles, which broke when they landed, and gurgling liquid flowed out of them.

It's oil.

Song Yi knew in his heart that these monsters were not only stupid killing, but also a little careful thinking, vainly trying to attack.

However, this little trick is okay to kill ordinary people, so how can it be useful to yourself?

Thinking of this, the gang stopped, lit torches and threw them at him, and more porcelain vases were thrown at him. Song Yi sneered, lifted his breath and leaped into the air, grabbed a flying torch with his backhand, and landed on the ground - just in front of the door.

Seeing Song Yi flying over, he was stunned for a moment, Song Yi glanced at him, and suddenly threw the long sword in his hand, straight into the crowd behind him!

This sword has already been full of blood, the blade is dark red, at this moment Song Yi poured a broad true qi into it, as soon as he took off his hand, he saw the blue light flashing, the blood rushed into the sky, the long sword penetrated deeply into the crowd, like a thunderbolt, instantly through the body, and the first few people were strung into a string! The wild green qi attached to it was also like a rainstorm pear blossom, blooming violently, and the person who did not have the sword suddenly opened many blood holes on his body and fell to the ground.

It was swift and violent, and the crowd suddenly fell into chaos, howling and howling.