After the last sentence, the deep male voice disappeared completely, and the air fell silent.

"Huh?"

The sudden silence made the twelfth seat a little puzzled, and he turned his head and looked at Shen Qingzhu who was standing behind him.

"You finally shut it down?"

Shen Qingzhu shook his head, "Didn't I shut it up...... It's the rest of the story, and it's up to me to do it. ”

He reached out and snapped his fingers lightly.

Smack——!!

……

Second floor.

Lin Qiye stretched out his hand and knocked on the dry seventh seat, and the latter's body suddenly shattered like sand, drowning in the green under his feet, and disappeared without a trace.

And the flowers on her body, after absorbing all her life force, have bloomed to an exaggerated point.

Lin Qiye slowly stood up from the ground, all the flowers in front of him decomposed into points of light and scattered, and the green under his feet also disappeared.

"Huh?"

At the moment when the [Eternal Secret Garden] dissipated, Lin Qiye clearly felt a surge of pure spiritual power in his mind, and the consumption of casting the forbidden ruins was replenished, and even raised his realm a little.

There was surprise in his eyes.

The vitality and spiritual power absorbed by those flowers will actually be divided into a part to feed themselves?

Strictly speaking, this is the first time Lin Qiye has used the [Eternal Secret Garden] to kill, and the last time he was in Xining, he didn't kill the members of the 009 team, so he didn't realize that this forbidden ruin still had this effect.

Although Lin Qiye didn't know this woman's seat in the [Believers], with the spiritual power of this "immeasurable" realm, it should be regarded as the best, after such a strong man was drawn into a dry corpse by the secret garden, his vitality and spiritual power were integrated into the garden.

And the secret garden took out some of its spiritual power and fed it back to Lin Qiye......

What is certain is that the "middleman" of the Secret Garden is very black-hearted, and he eats a strong man in the "immeasurable" realm, and the spiritual power that feeds back to Lin Qiye is just like that, which can only be said to be better than nothing.

This should only be considered a hard work.

"How many are left?" An Qingyu walked to Lin Qiye's side and asked.

"Three." Lin Qiye swept his spiritual power across the manor and said calmly, "One is fighting with Shen Qingzhu, the other is the ninth seat we saw last time in the Baili Building, and now it is still circling in the courtyard, and there is an altar underground, which has just woken up." ”

"They shouldn't be aware of it, right?"

"No, we did it very secretly, there was no sound during the whole process, and the fat forbidden object was isolated from the breath, so they didn't realize that they had lost a person at all." Lin Qiye shook his head.

This ambush can be said to have been planned for a long time.

After Lin Qiye and the others mixed into the manor, they went directly to the second floor, contacted Shen Qingzhu through Jiang Er's ability, and asked him to lure a [believer] to the second floor and quietly strangle him.

If there is a head-to-head duel, Lin Qiye and the others can also kill the seventh seat, but the problem is that this will inevitably attract the attention of several other [believers], and thus fall into the situation of being besieged, so the first meaning of this ambush is to "quietly".

Whether it was Jiang Er's [Psychic Field], An Qingyu's condensed spiritual pollution, Lin Qiye's [Eternal Secret Garden], or the chubby Disarming of All Things, all of them were to kill the Seventh Seat without letting him make a sound.

"Next, the main threat is the man in the 'Klein' realm underground, and the ninth seat wandering around the courtyard." Lin Qiye carefully perceived it, "The good news is that that 'Klein' seems to have been injured by the sword qi of the Sword Saint senior, and his aura is very weak, so we are not without a chance of winning." ”

"Shall we kill him first, or shall we kill the Ninth Seat first?" An Qingyu asked.

Baili smacked his lips, "The ninth seat...... Anyway, it felt quite pleasing to the eye last time I looked at it, and it seems a pity if I just died. ”

"Then go underground first and kill Klein." Lin Qiye spoke, "As long as 'Klein' is dead, the ninth seat is just a 'immeasurable', and it can be disposed of no matter what." ”

"It's just a 'immeasurable' ......," Cao Yuan sighed, "Now, are we all so loud?" ”

"Be confident, after all, we are students of the Sword Master, what is the mere 'immeasurable'?"

Baili Chubby patted him on the shoulder, "Oh yes, I forgot, Lao Cao, you are still a ...... of the 'Sichuan' realm"

Cao Yuan: ......

"Come on, Lao Cao, even Sister Jiang Er's sister is in the 'sea' realm, you senior is a little embarrassed?"

On the side, Jiang Er, who was floating in mid-air, lowered his head and said with some embarrassment:

"My realm is not all my own cultivation...... This can't be compared. ”

"Didn't you make it all yourself?" Baili Chubby looked at her suspiciously.

realm, can you still rely on your own cultivation?

Not only is Baili fat, but the eyes of others are also full of doubts.

"Hmm...... Something happened. Jiang Er didn't seem to want to say more on this issue, and vaguely mixed it up.

The crowd was very interested and did not continue to ask.

"By the way, do you need our help over there?" Baili Chubby asked with some concern.

"No, you don't." The corners of Lin Qiye's mouth rose slightly, "It seems that he is very skilled in assassination......

……

Ground floor.

Dead silence.

Silence, not because it is quiet, but because the air that carries the sound here has been completely drained.

The twelfth, bruised and bruised, rushed desperately in a certain direction, his mouth wide open to the point of exaggeration, wanting to breathe fresh air, his eyes full of horror.

Suddenly, his body seemed to hit an invisible wall, and he was bounced back.

He fell to the ground heavily, his muscles bulging up, and his expression was silently hideous.

Shen Qingzhu put his hands in his pockets, leaned against the wall calmly, lowered his head and took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it with his fingertips.

Yes, ignite.

Beside him was the only place in the vacuum where there was air.

"Whew......" Shen Qingzhu spit out a puff of smoke rings unhurriedly.

The twelfth seat stared at Shen Qingzhu, and suddenly, he suddenly got up from the ground, and a strange black light bloomed on his body, rushing towards Shen Qingzhu not far away like a sharp arrow!

Bang——!

Again, he was bounced back.

An invisible wall of high-pressure air had completely sealed him in.

More than 600 cubic meters of air was compressed by Shen Qingzhu into a wall of air less than two millimeters thick, which seemed to be a thin plate, but even if it was bombarded by intercontinental missiles, it could easily resist it, let alone just a twelfth seat.

The twelfth seat frantically hammered the wall of qi, roaring silently, as if cursing something angrily.

Shen Qingzhu was not at all interested in what he was saying.

He just took a cigarette in his mouth, looked at him with a smile, and said slowly:

"In the next life, remember to show respect to your predecessors."

Smack——!

The two-millimeter-thick wall of high-pressure air instantly condensed into a bundle, passed through the respiratory tract, and drilled into the lungs of the twelfth seat.

And then

Burst open.