In the evening, the busy chef Wang Jixun began the most important thing of the day, processing the ingredients.

The first step of Master Wang Jixun is to remove the two-legged sheep's clothes, the second step is to wash them with cold water, and the third step is to put the two-legged sheep on a cutting board. The fourth step is to take out a huge bone knife and neatly divide the two-legged sheep into more than ten pieces.

The splattered plasma, sticky Wang Jixun's face, and his clothes were all over. But he didn't care at all, and stuck out his tongue to lick the broken bones and blood that splashed at the corners of his mouth.

After Wang Jixun escaped from the sect, he had been opening an inn here for two years, and during this time, he had used sweat medicine to suffocate hundreds of people. Among them, there are many foot merchants, refugees, and hunters. Because in this world, the most important thing is mortals, and Wang Jixun has always been very low-key, so he has always been peaceful. During these years, he not only grew to the intermediate level of cultivation, but also his cooking skills increased a lot. He also used this to make a dish of the processed two-legged sheep for the diners.

"Next, it's your turn!" Wang Jixun finished dealing with it and walked over to Ying Siliang, who was unconscious.

Flying Blade!

Ying Si, who was originally lying on the pile of people, suddenly burst out, and urged countless cyan wind blades in his hand to hit Wang Jixun fiercely.

"What !?"

It turned out that Ying Sili had long been aware that this inn was extraordinary, there was only one shopkeeper, not to mention, and there was not even a single guest in the inn, how could it not make people suspicious? Because Wang Jixun was a mid-level monk, he was temporarily dormant after thinking about it, pretending to be numb like others, waiting for an opportunity to find an opportunity. Who would have thought that he would see such a tragic scene in the secret room, and the stumps and severed arms were full of eyes.

Wang Jixun didn't dodge either, and was cut all over his body by the Flying Blade of the Dead Wind, and his flesh and blood were blurred. But then, as if conscious, the flesh and blood on his body squirmed like an earthworm, constantly intertwined, and the injuries on his body began to slowly recover. ”

Wang Jixun was shocked at first, he didn't expect that there were still hidden monks. It's no wonder that Wang Jixun, since Ying Si was poisoned, unless he greatly urged his spiritual power, otherwise, the monk's aura on his body would be better than nothing. But soon, Wang Jixun reacted, and he felt that because of the poisoning, Ying Siliang's spiritual power had dropped to the middle level, and it was very vain and weak, so there was nothing to worry about.

"Why don't you take this kid, according to the Devouring Tianluo Exercise I practiced, as long as I swallow this kid and eat it, I can be promoted to a small realm. Wang Jixun looked at the vain spiritual power and thought about it, and made up his mind in his heart.

The air was filled with a strong smell of corpse oil, Ying Si glanced at the severed arms and stumps around him, forcibly suppressed the nausea in his heart, and said with righteous indignation: "You devil, you actually drink blood and kill these innocent diners, you really deserve death! Today, I should think about eliminating harm for the people and killing you as a beast!"

Looking at the righteous and awe-inspiring reflection, Wang Jixun picked up the bone breaking knife next to him, and sneered: "Clichés, nothing new, this kind of words are calloused in my ears." Good boy, if you don't take the road in the world, and there is no door in hell, you can break in, and today I will slaughter you a hairy boy who doesn't know the height of the sky!"

Wang Jixun roared, his left arm swelled, and reddish-brown crystals grew on it, forming a sharp big knife. A breastplate resembling a human face also grew on his chest, and the pattern of the breastplate resembled a teacher with his eyebrows closed.

Phosphorescent chain mail!

Facing the Demon Dao Monk Wang Jixun, Ying Si didn't dare to despise it at all, and hurriedly urged his own practice, and the blue-blue chain mail spread rapidly, covering most of his body.

Golden Blade Slash!

Ying Si took the lead in attacking, and the spiritual power in his hand condensed a golden zhan saber, and slashed at Wang Jixun with great force.

Wang Jixun hurriedly parried the coming zhan saber with his left arm covered with crystals, and charged a punch with his right arm and smashed straight into Ying Siliang's lower abdomen.

Ying Si thought that although his original body was a gentleman, his physical fitness and fist and foot skills were also calculated, and he hurriedly grabbed Wang Jixun's fist. Then he flew back two steps, leaning his body to one side, dissolving Wang Jixun's fist strength.

Head Cone!

"Good boy, eat me again!" Wang Jixun smiled, the crystal in his left hand squirmed, condensed into a hideous human head, and was fiercely imprinted on Ying Siliang's chest.

Ying Si's chest was stuffy, and the phosphorescent chain mail cracked, turning into some blue-blue spots of light and powder, which gradually dissipated into the air.

"I'm not afraid to tell you, this human face cone is a technique created by me devouring my senior brother and getting inspiration, and it has enough power to penetrate the high-level, and you can't resist it at all!" Looking at Ying Si, who was broken and suffered from the backlash, Wang Jixun said proudly.

Ying Si thought that because the phosphorescent chain mail was broken, his body was devoured, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood, and he said with difficulty: "You, you are so despicable, jackals can't kill each other, you can even do it with your senior brother, you are really not as good as a beast!"

Wang Jixun sneered, as if he had been stimulated by something, and launched an overwhelming offensive against the seriously injured Ying Siliang.

Cone of human faces!

Rotten Stinger!

Transform into a bone!

In the face of Wang Jixun's stormy offensive, Ying Si thought that because of the reason why he was poisoned by the Spirit Devourer, he had no power to fight back.

"Hehe, I'm too much, I'm not as good as a beast, how do you know my suffering?"

"Have you ever starved to death? Have you ever been betrayed by your most trusted father? Have you ever been eaten by your beloved husband as emergency food?"

"You haven't experienced anything, why do you persuade me to be generous, why do you persuade me to be kind, why do you persuade me to accuse me!"

Wang Jixun was enraged by Ying Siliang, and his offensive moves were fatal, and the momentum was so strong that Ying Siliang couldn't resist it at all.

"Ahem, I really haven't experienced what you said, and I don't want to go through that, so I'm not going to persuade you to be kind, I'm going to kill you!" Ying Si stabilized his trembling body, and the killing intent in his eyes was like substance.

"When death is on the verge of death, he still speaks wildly, looking for death!" Wang Jixun was furious, and the bone knife in his hand was about to chop off Ying Si's head.

But things were not as Wang Jixun expected, and not only did not have a head fall to the ground, but he caught his bone knife with both hands.

"Surprised, I didn't expect to be able to catch your knife. Ying Si sneered.

"I should still have half of my spiritual power, why can't I use it at all? Why does my strength dissipate so quickly? What did you damn little devil do?" Wang Jixun was shocked, he never expected that Ying Si would actually save a hand.

Ying Si looked at Wang Jixun, who was sore and weak, and his spiritual power was exhausted, walked over, pinched his cheeks fiercely with his right hand, and explained: "Aren't you surprised?

"Secretly, the stone monkey ......" The medicinal effect of the ten incense soft tendons is extremely great, and after a while, Wang Jixun can't even speak clearly.

The self-cultivation of the devil's path is four, do not give up any opportunity, and calculate the opponent.

It turned out that in order not to let Wang Jixun notice, Ying Si deliberately scattered the soft tendons of the ten incense and hid them in the phosphorescent chain mail condensed by spiritual power. The phosphorescent chain mail was shattered, and the phosphorescent fragments produced perfectly covered the dispersion of the ten-spiced soft tendons, making Wang Jixun unaware. The ten incense is soft and scattered, translucent, tasteless, can block the spiritual veins of the monk, weaken the monk's body, is really a necessary medicine for home travel, killing people and setting fires.

Ying Si's slender fingers swept over Wang Jixun's cheeks, slowly lowered his head, and said softly in his ear: "Do you still remember, how those people and your senior brother died? Didn't you say that I hadn't experienced those things and couldn't persuade you to be kind? So now, I can let you feel how they feel!"

Wang Jixun instantly felt a chill coming up, which made him shudder: "South to the mud medicine ruler?"

Ying Si put his index finger on his lips, thought about it, and said with a smile: "It's not enough, it's too disgusting, I can't accept it." They'll probably enjoy my meal, though. ”

I saw that Ying Si made a casual move, and a fist-sized swarm of insects appeared in his hand. These flying insects, only the size of the tips of a finger, are shaped like floaters, with a hideous appearance, with three pairs of legs, red all over, and a screeching sound of buzzing and throwing urns when flying.

Blood droplets, fourth-order demon beasts, it feeds exclusively on the essence and blood of mortals and monks, and after a full meal, it will fission and differentiate, from one to two, from two to four...... And so on, theoretically it can be divided endlessly. But because the essence blood of mortals has no spiritual power, even if they suck the blood droplets bred by mortal blood, the lifespan is much lower than that of other blood droplets.

If they are hungry but can't find food for a while, the blood droplets will devour each other like most wild beasts, reducing the size of the group to sustain the consumption of their own life activities.

When the blood droplets are strong, the insect swarm is overwhelming, and it can destroy the village, which is even more terrifying than many fifth- and sixth-order demon beasts. When he was weak, one or two, he was lonely, not even as good as a second-order demon beast.

This was due to the fact that breeding was too bloody, so I didn't plan to let them breed before. However, since you are a fellow demon, you don't have to be polite.

"Blood drops, okay, let's report a meal. ”

They burrowed into Wang Jixun's body, absorbing their blood and spiritual power, and in just a few breaths, they multiplied from one to several.

Wang Jixun screamed again and again, got up and wanted to escape, but was kicked back by Ying Siliang.

The number of blood droplets is increasing, and there are constantly new blood droplets, which penetrate Wang Jixun's body, fly out, and then drill into it again. Soon, Wang Jixun was left with only a shriveled human skin skeleton.

Looking at the insect swarm that had changed from the size of a fist to the size of a watermelon, Ying Si frowned and muttered, "Tsk, the number of reproductions is really a bit small." Alas, the food for this blood drop is really hard to find!"

As he spoke, Ying Si walked over to the diners who had not yet been treated, and although they were still asleep, their heartbeats were very strong.