"Who's to say it isn't? Zuo Hanlin's old boy usually fights this and that, but this time he dares to kill the elders, and he kills more than a dozen, I'm afraid that my life will be over! The strong man drank another glass of wine, smashed his mouth, and said with some drunken eyes.

"That's where the fun is!" The middle-aged man in the eyes of the thief eyebrows was interested, and his voice was also released: "I heard that Zuo Hanlin did not die, but was injured and ran away!" ”

"It seems that those elders are all waste, Zuo Hanlin is just a cultivator in the late stage of the out-of-body stage, they are stunned to let the family escape! It can be seen that the cultivation on weekdays is just a day of gangsters like you and me! Hahahaha! "The strong man is already drunk at this moment, and his mouth has long been out of control, and he, a little jailer, has begun to look down on the high elders.

"Hey, hey! We don't know if you can cultivate well or not! It's just that these old guys hide in the back mountains all day long, and they are definitely not researching anything good! The middle-aged man in the eyes of the thief and the rat poured himself a glass of wine, and after drinking it, his face suddenly flushed.

"Who?!" The strong man suddenly shouted this voice, so frightened that the young man who was pouring the wine almost threw the wine jug out in the eyes of the thief eyebrow, but when he looked up, he saw a round little fat man with two broad eyebrows standing in front of him. Immediately afterwards, he was also smashed in the throat by Yin San'er, and he was out of breath.

Yin San'er listened to most of the conversation between the two just now, and he was also relieved when he heard Zuo Hanlin fleeing from the back mountain. Although he didn't spend much time with Zuo Hanlin, Zuo Hanlin was also a not very reliable master, but in his heart, he had already regarded him as his real master, although he never said these two words in person.

Yin San'er easily found the key on the thin man and opened the iron ring around his neck. Dozens of meters ahead of the prison cell is a spiral staircase that runs up and down, and you can see a faint light upward, and a dark and dull downward, with a bottomless feeling.

Yin San'er regretted that he killed the two jailers directly. His belongings were gone, and only the white jade pendant he wore was still on his body. Those things must have been taken by the jailers.

As soon as Yin San'er stepped on the upward stairs, he heard the sound of the heavy iron door opening, as well as the neat footsteps and steady breathing of a large group of people. These people are all good at martial arts, and it is simply overkill to deal with monks who cannot mobilize spiritual power.

He was about to return to his cell when he heard someone shouting, "It smells of blood!" Fast! Yin San'er didn't care about what he thought anymore, and jumped into the center of the spiral staircase. The darkness pressed over him like substance, but he didn't dare to close his eyes. Suddenly, the spiritual power of his whole body was running, and the three golden pills rotated at the same time, a flash of bright color flashed in his eyes, and everything around him gradually became clear.

After a while, Yin San'er had to forcibly pause, because a scorching breath came from the center of the spiral staircase, and there seemed to be a red dot beating below at an unknown distance, like dark red magma surging.

As soon as he landed on the ground on this floor, before he could look around, he felt his ankles tighten, and the whole person was pulled to the ground, dragged directly into the depths of darkness. Yin San'er barely struggled to look, and saw a vague tall figure getting closer and closer, and two spears stabbed left and right.

He was originally a half-hung monk, and he didn't have magic weapons, but he was still there. I saw his body twist from side to side, narrowly dodging these two shots. The moment the spear was inserted into the ground, a shining spark struck out on the ground, and he suddenly realized: where was the spear, it was clearly two long fluffy spider legs.

"Huh?!" A hoarse, shrill voice said. Immediately afterwards, eight spear-like long legs with the sound of whistling wind launched a fierce attack on Yin San'er like a thousand-armed Guanyin. Yin San'er saw clearly now that this was a monster with a human head, flesh wings, and a spider body, which was quite similar to the "Zhu Sheng" in the cave.

"Hey! If you have something to say, it's good to say! I'll turn my face if you do this again! Ah! It's dangerous! I'm going to scold you if you do this again?! Yin San'er's left leg was dragged by a finger-thick spider silk, and he couldn't show his normal strength at all. Several times I almost got nailed to the ground.

"Whew, swooh......" After a while, the monster was already exhausted and panting, and there was a sound of iron chains hitting the ground behind him, and the words were intermittent: "The demon cub of the original holy way, what are the conspiracy and tricks, cough cough...... Use it early! You Grandpa Zhu Wu, ahem...... And then there's it. ”

"Senior, I'm afraid you've misunderstood! I am at odds with the original holy way! Yin San'er vaguely guessed something, and hurriedly said something.

"Haha! The last demon cub who came to use the bitter meat trick is exactly the same as you said! Hey! Zhu Wu's strength is getting smaller and smaller, and he only stabs a leg every once in a while, but the angle is becoming more and more tricky and weird, and Yin San'er is also stumbling left and right, tired of coping.

"I'm really not a person from the original holy dao, I am a friend of the thief saint Houyi, and I infiltrated the original holy way to find out the news of his disciple Rong Ning...... Yin San'er said loudly.

That's a new statement! You say you're Hou Yi's friend, and you've seen his true identity? Do you know if the mole on his back is on his left or right shoulder? Do you know what his most proud trick is? Zhu Wu still attacked unhurriedly, and casually threw out three consecutive questions.

"This is his most proud trick!" Yin San'er had never seen Hou Yi's true body, nor did he know if Hou Yi had a black mole on his back, but he knew that Hou Yi's most proud trick must be the Nine Void Transformation Technique. In an instant, the three golden pills in his body were running at the same time, and the surging spiritual power was surging, and the whole person's figure, appearance, and even breath changed to another person—a short old man with a lewd description.

"This is the old monkey's favorite look!" Zhu Wu's long legs paused in the air, "No, you will change the Nine Voids Radiance?!" ”

"Senior Hou taught me before I went up the mountain!" Yin San'er saw that Zhu Wu and Hou Yi seemed to know the truth, and immediately breathed a long sigh of relief.

"That's not right! This is the illusion of the original holy way! Kill! Zhu Wu seemed to have fallen into madness, eight long legs poked down like raindrops, Yin San'er's body retreated, but he was pulled to the ground again by a spider silk, and he was in danger.

"If I fight again, I'm going to go crazy!" Yin San'er urged the Eight Nine Zixia Gong and Chixiao Golden Thunder Jue at the same time, and suddenly felt that the three pills of the dantian, chest, and back of the head were exerted at the same time, and a stream of power poured into the muscles and veins of the whole body, the bones were strengthened, the muscles were born, and the strength was growing rapidly. The purple glow of the protective body lit up, and there were lightning sparks flashing in the air, threatening to explode with devastating power at any moment.

The thin, short, figure visibly swelled up to the naked eye, and he didn't stop until the top of his head touched the rock at the top of the layer. Sharp black thorns pierced through the skin, flashing with a dark sheen. Yin San'er endured the intense pain, bared his teeth, frowned and squeezed his eyes, adding to the hideous feeling. This was the first time he had used all his strength to urge the Eight or Nine Chixiao Jue, and he felt quite difficult, but he was full of obsession with this absolute strength and dazzling thunder.