Hearing this voice, Ye Xinglu's delicate body trembled slightly, the vigilant look on her face flashed, and she returned to her original relaxed posture, her steps were still light, and she didn't seem to be affected by that voice at all.

"Along the way, I've let you escape sixteen times, but you haven't been aware that I'm intentionally giving in?"

Ye Xinglu stopped and said solemnly to the pile of bamboo baskets beside him: "First of all, you didn't give in at all, this girl was able to escape, it was all based on her own ability, and it had nothing to do with you, and secondly, you guy, who had half a foot at the threshold of the immortal level, couldn't even catch a little mouse like me, to be honest, I was ashamed of you." ”

The voice sneered lightly, as if it was disdainful, and then said with a thick mockery: "Ye Xinglu, are you thinking too highly of yourself." ”

Ye Xinglu raised his head and replied unceremoniously: "Yin Nanxuan, do you think you can trap me?"

She looked at the thin lines looming on those bamboo baskets, and her eyes narrowed slightly: "It's the seventeenth time you've fought each other, and you still only use these little tricks." ”

"Don't forget, these little tricks in your mouth have almost killed you many times. ”

Yin Namxuan's tone was still full of mockery, and his voice seemed to come from all directions, and he couldn't tell his true origin at all.

"Zhang Xu, Wang Taichi, Song Zhuozhen...... At least six Holy Sons have died at your hands, and if you are not captured, it will be difficult to explain to the Immortal Venerable. ”

Hand over?

Ye Xinglu smiled sarcastically, it was not the first time she had dealt with this Yin Nanxuan, just because of this guy, her actions in the Demon Domain had to be restrained, every time she was entangled by him, she could only escape in extreme danger, and in fact, they hadn't really faced each other yet, she didn't even know whether the Vermilion Bird envoy who was sent to the Ten Thousand Demon Alliance soon after taking office was round or flat.

It's true that she can't give an explanation to the Holy Pavilion now, but what Yin Nanxuan wants is definitely not that explanation.

As for those so-called holy sons, a group of shameless people who used the name of the Holy Pavilion to make a fortune and show off their superiority from nowhere, since she saw it, she killed it easily, but this kind of behavior of punishing evil and promoting good became the basis for Yin Nanxuan to satisfy her own goals, and she really had to disappoint her.

Ye Xinglu stomped lightly, and a nervous expression appeared on his face.

If she stopped because she was aware of Yin Nanxuan's existence and had to determine the situation around her, now she has to stop here.

Countless tiny imperceptible thin lines have completely wrapped her surroundings, and when ordinary people pass by, they will inevitably step on these thin lines, which will not have any results, will not touch the soles of their shoes, and will not feel anything, but Ye Xinglu knows that if she touches these thin lines, the result will definitely be very bad.

She hadn't tried it and never wanted to.

Ye Xinglu quickly observed the surroundings and sighed helplessly.

There are a lot of these thin lines, and they spread very quickly, and even the place behind her is firmly blocked by these thin lines, and in another five seconds or so, these thin lines can wrap towards her in all directions, and on this road where there are still some pedestrians, she can no longer avoid it, and can only watch the space where she can move is getting smaller and smaller.

Like a flying insect that accidentally crashes into a spider's web, she is already in an embattled situation.

If this was the first time she had dealt with Yin Nam-hyun, she would really be helpless.

But now, she has escaped Yin Nanxuan's sixteen attacks, and although she has never really met Yin Nanxuan, she also has a rough outline of him in her heart.

It's like two people playing against each other, who can see each other's character from each other's moves.

In a nutshell, it's one word.

Dirty.

Coincidentally, her own heart is dirty, and now this time she meets on a narrow road, and it is natural that her heart is dirtier than whom.

In addition to those dense silk threads, there were many footprints behind her.

Those were the footprints she had left along the way, inconspicuous on the street after the light rain, but still there.

Together, this series of footprints is a picture with a unique charm.

Ye Xinglu's body leaned back slightly, a gust of wind blew, and she was no longer in place.

There was a sneer of disdain from the neighborhood.

Ye Xinglu had a deep understanding of Yin Nanxuan's methods, so why didn't he gradually understand Ye Xinglu's usual methods? Moreover, Ye Xinglu's fighting methods of drawing into the Dao had already been quite famous in the Holy Pavilion.

He was very confident, this time, Ye Xinglu couldn't escape from his palm.

......

Ye Xing appeared under a large tree on the outskirts of the town.

That was the starting point for her to start painting, and next to it, she deliberately left three small paintings to cover up her qi, but when she stepped on her feet, she already realized that something was wrong.

Her three scribbled incarnations had been obscured by the grass.

At the same time, there are many thin lines hidden under the soil.

In just an instant, countless silk threads rose from the ground, as if a huge tsunami was enough to swallow everything, directly slapping Ye Xinglu into it. Thousands of silk threads quickly converged, and in just a moment, Ye Xinglu had been bundled into a bumpy cocoon as it was, and she didn't even react.

There was a smug chuckle in the town, but it was followed by a startled, low snort.

The silk cocoon that wrapped the "Ye Xinglu" layer by layer was collapsing, and countless elements of different colors seeped out of the silk thread and slowly dissipated in the air, and in the process, there seemed to be a mockery coming from it.

Yin Nanxuan instantly understood that what he had caught was not Ye Xinglu, but a dummy drawn by Ye Xinglu with elements, and the real Ye Xinglu had already left along the other path she left behind, making it difficult for him to find her trace for a while.

He lost Ye Xinglu's whereabouts, and he lost this battle.

Yin Nanxuan's eyebrows were a little more evil, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was a little more banter.

The first time he met Ye Xinglu, it was two months ago, this person who fled to the demon domain to temporarily avoid trouble because of a crime is really to his taste, after she killed the Holy Son for the first time, he had enough reasons to hunt her down, and then controlled her in his hands, and the restlessness of the body and internal exercises told him that as long as he got this woman's Yuan Yin, he would definitely be able to find a great avenue of the Dao Immortal Level.

So he made his first shot, but unfortunately he was recognized by Ye Xinglu, and many subsequent shots were also in vain, and Ye Xinglu was aware of his intentions.

After the twelfth shot, it took him three days to find his thirteenth chance.

After that, his shots were about two days apart.

And today has only been more than a day since his last shot.

He knew why, although he had always been deflated in the fight between them, it would only be Ye Xinglu who would be injured, not him Yin Nanxuan.

The gap in cultivation was there, Ye Xinglu didn't dare to fight him head-on, even if he wanted to escape, he had to flee with all his might.

You can't run away forever.

Ye Xinglu's feet are constantly slowing down, even if he still can't control it, as long as he keeps consuming her, so that she has no time to suppress the injuries in her body, no matter how many tricks she has, there will always be a miss, and this miss will definitely not escape from the palm of his hand.

Yin Nanxuan looked forward to that day, and in a place where the people of the demon clan could not see, countless thin lines began a frantic search, and finally found some clues in a certain cave.

Yin Nanxuan walked out of the town, and the countless silk threads quietly withdrew into his sleeves, as if they had never appeared.

He was very happy now, and the frustration of being escaped by Ye Xinglu again before was gone.

Although he didn't know how Ye Xinglu kept the injuries in her body from continuing to deteriorate, the direction she was moving in was already known to him, and he was confident that he would surprise Ye Xinglu again tonight.

He lifted his steps, but frowned slowly as he landed.

"Danxiang?"

Those ubiquitous thin lines were an extension of his senses, and although he was only vaguely perceptive, he did smell the residual danxiang.

Where did Ye Xinglu get the elixir?

Who gave her the elixir?

When?

Sadness flashed between his eyebrows, Yin Nanxuan showed a look of sudden realization on his face, looked forward with a sneer, and said, "I said that I always feel that there are people around her to help, it turns out to be you." ”

"As the son of Immortal Venerable, the Blue Dragon Envoy of my Holy Pavilion, but he shielded his fellow criminals, do you know the consequences?"

Dongfang Xi walked out of the woods.

His steps were calm, his expression was also calm, and the only thing that was not calm was the purple lightning that was entwined around him.

At the same time, Yin Nanxuan clearly felt that the mark he had left with the thin line in that cave had been quietly erased by a thunderbolt.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

Facing Yin Nanxuan's questioning, Dongfang Xi's response was loud.

"She's not wrong, what kind of punishment can I talk about?And what I see in your eyes is only greed and selfishness, and it has nothing to do with the Holy Pavilion. ”