At this life-and-death juncture, Ye Chengchou was stronger than Sui Ziang, still holding his hand against the short dagger, and hissed: "Li Bochen...... You and I have no ......."

But Li Bochen only stared at his eyes, and after another slam of his body, the short dagger pierced in another inch!

Blood foamed from Ye Chengchou's mouth all of a sudden, and although his hands were still exerting force, they had become like a child's strength. His eyes began to roll, his lips trembled slightly, and he muttered as if he was still begging for mercy.

Li Bochen pressed down again, and the resistance disappeared all at once, and the blade sank into his chest.

The forest fell silent and the wind stopped. The sand, gravel, dead leaves, and branches of the trees that had been blown up to the sky fell in a torrent.

Li Bochen felt that he had no strength in his body, but he still pulled out a short dagger and made up for Ye Chengchou's forehead twice. Then he sat up against his corpse, glanced at the tree, and saw Sui Ziang still fainting on the ground. Swept to the edge of the pond again, and saw that the mountain monarch who possessed the Jiaoren stared at the distance in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

He used Yaohou to cut the clothes on Ye Chengchou's body and began to wrap his arms. He had lost a lot of blood, and his vision was blurry, and everything around him was far and near, and he knew that he could not sleep at this time, so he told himself to think about something.

Thinking that this Ye Chengchou looked cold and arrogant, but when he was about to die, he would beg for mercy, I don't know what the last few words said. I also thought that I would stun a temple monk of the Qi Cultivation Realm and kill a sect monk of the Dragon and Tiger Realm in one day, this kind of thing came out, I am afraid that no one will believe it...... Wrong!

He sat up straight and glared. Ye Chengchou muttered in his mouth before he died, if he was really begging for mercy, why didn't he say it? He thought of the direction that Shanjun was looking at just now, and his mind was numb-

He's not begging for mercy, he's doing it!!

Luck of the mountain king!!

He immediately fell down, and the yin spirit was out of his body!

You guessed it. A yin spirit that was exactly the same as Ye Chengchou was drifting into the distance. The yin spirit of ordinary people will remain the same as before death, muddy. But Ye Chengchou's yin spirit is no different from when he was alive, it should be because of his actions before death that he kept the yin spirit sanity!

As soon as this thing is fused with the luck of the mountain monarch, it will really become the mountain monarch!

Ye Chengchou's Yin Spirit turned his face and saw him as well, and his face was shocked: "You...... Spirit Master!?"

With a flick of his body, he fled dozens of steps away, straight to the waterfall on the east side of the canyon. Li Bochen knew that something was wrong, and immediately followed. He used to be alone in the body, and he consciously walked like the wind, which was extremely fast. But at this time, the Yin Spirit who was chasing Ye Chengchou found that his speed was even faster than his own, and he didn't know if it had anything to do with the cultivation realm.

Before Zhang Shanjun said that he had given up "luck", he never knew what "luck" looked like. But at this time, it was a yin spirit, and it was vague and clear.

Just above the waterfall, there was a faint mass, like mist. And many "tentacles" stretched out in all directions, and they did not know where they went. This thing, indeed, is very much like fog. When you look at the fog from a distance, you can see the appearance of "a fog", but when you really get closer, you can't see anything.

The same is true of this luck, when you really "see" with your eyes, there is nothing. But when you don't look at it, you know it's there.

Ye Chengchou ran towards that thing, Li Bochen's speed was not as fast as him, and when he had reached the top of the cliff, he walked to the edge of the cliff. Ye Chengchou seemed to realize that Li Bochen would never be able to stop him anymore, so he turned his face and sneered: "Li Bochen, goodbye to the netherworld!"

At this moment, he has become the calm and relaxed appearance of the old man again, but the cold light in his eyes is flickering, and his heart should be extremely hateful.

But he didn't say anything about this netherworld, as soon as he said these two words, Li Bochen's heart jumped, and he immediately shook his hand!

Then I saw a thin iron chain on my wrist rising against the storm and turning into a green iron cable. As soon as the iron rope appeared, he immediately rushed straight to the top of the cliff according to his wishes, and tied Ye Chengchou into a knot!

Ye Chengchou was shocked, the light on his body flickered, and he didn't know how many spells he had cast, but he was helpless with this iron rope. At this time, he finally hissed: "Ah Zhu, you really can't bear to look at me-"

Li Bochen was afraid that the night would be long and dreamy, so he pulled hard and took the iron cable back. When he used this to lock the Yin Spirit in the pottery house, the Yin Spirit would curl up on the iron rope and turn into a shiny little bead. But maybe Ye Chengchou has cultivation in his body, and he hasn't become smaller when he is pulled back, but his body is flickering.

Seeing that he was still struggling, Li Bochen raised the other end and slapped his head and face. After more than a dozen strokes, I saw Ye Chengchou's body shrink, his face was sluggish, and he became a small bead on the rope. But his bead was different from the others, and he could still see that there was a very small man in it.

He turned the chain into a thin bracelet again, and turned his face to look at Zhang Shanjun: "Shanjun, his Yin Spirit has been accepted by me." Do you want either?"

Zhang Shanjun finally sat down slowly by the pond at this time, and said in a low voice: "I said, whether it is life or death, it is his fate. ”

Li Bochen was a little settled in his heart, but he couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at the cliff.

There's luck there. It was the first time he had seen such a thing, and he was really curious. Hearing that the tone of this mountain monarch didn't seem to be unfavorable to him for the time being, he thought about it and jumped up.

He didn't know where the boundary of this "luck" was, but when he tried to walk forward for a while, he suddenly felt a pang in his heart, as if he had touched something. The next moment, there was a sudden explosion in my head, and I was filled with a wave of sound. The sounds were similar to the whispers he would hear when he had nightmares, but the whispers he couldn't make out what he was saying, but they were distinct.

Ordinary people can probably distinguish the content by listening to one or two, or even two or three people, with some effort, but if there are more, they may not be able to understand it all. But these voices rang in his head, and they could be heard by each one.

Some are "Shanjun bless my family Ashu to have another son", and some are "Shanjun, let me hunt a white deer". These are well-intentioned prayers. But there are also some that sound maliciously distorted, such as "tell him to die in the mountains tomorrow".

It was only a moment—but Li Bochen felt like a quarter of an hour—and he hurriedly took a few steps back, and the voice finally disappeared from his mind.

The Yin Spirit didn't need to breathe, but his chest instinctively rose and fell. The voices were too noisy, and they contained too many emotions and too many things. He only touched it for a moment before he felt like his head was going to explode...... That Zhang Shanjun, are you listening to this all the time?

No wonder these mountain monarchs have strange temperaments, even if they were originally good people, they have to go crazy. After he was tortured like this, the resentment towards Zhang Shanjun in his heart was much lessened - it was really rare that she could still talk and act like that before.