If Song Yi doesn't stun San Qiuyue, it is unknown who may die of the deer.

After all, he is all the hope of Sanqiuyue, and it is her life's way.

However, when San Qiuyue's spirit body struggled to devour Lin Yi, Song Yi knocked her out as usual because of his disdain for her.

Lin Yi, who was originally in a weak position in the sea of knowledge, countered her almost instantly.

Subsequently, not only the spirit clone in her own sea of consciousness, she bit and killed all the way, and wiped out San Qiuyue.

And at the moment when San Qiuyue was completely wiped out, the brown lines on Lin Yu's spirit body faded like a tide in an instant, and she turned into a very mysterious realm.

Outside, the Bodhi branch was carrying her all the way away, and she didn't dare to stop, but she could feel that someone was flying with her in her arms at the same time.

With the sound of the wind in his ears, Lin Ye suddenly opened his eyes, and the mountains stretched below.

In the darkness, Lin Yi saw the Demon Sect Mountain Gate.

"Master Yushi, you're back. The disciple guarding the mountain hurriedly greeted this side.

Lin Yi closed his eyes and relaxed his body, and the person carrying her seemed to have known that she was awake, and threw her to the ground, with no lack of disdain in his words, "When you wake up, I'll go by myself." ”

The disciple on duty also looked at her with a smile, and had no intention of helping.

Lin Ye hurriedly got up, and the quail followed the rain master all the way into the Demon Sect. She glanced over and saw that Ling'er was still in Ling'er under the right armpit of the rain master.

She also knew what the situation was now, and when she was manipulating San Qiuyue's body, her body was still awake.

Parallel to each other, Lin Yi followed the rain master up the mountain on the one hand, and sat on the Bodhi branch on the other hand and began to exhale, stripping away the entangled demonic breath in the spiritual veins.

It also gives her time to think.

Why did San Qiuyue dare to venture deep into his own sea of knowledge with the body of a mere infant? This was something that Lin Yi couldn't understand, you know, even if he cultivated quite well, it was extremely dangerous to enter the sea of knowledge of others.

Unless she has something to rely on.

This evokes Lin Yi's very long memories of gossip, San Qiuyue's father, who was the famous madman Zhuge back then, was a half-human with gluttonous blood.

Zhuge is not specifically described in the rumors, because all those who fought with him have disappeared forever.

Maybe it wasn't gone, but it was eaten, Lin thought to himself.

And before she could clear her mind, she bumped into the back of the rain master head-on, and the main hall of the Demon Sect arrived.

Outside the splendid hall, there is a black and gray demonic aura visible to the naked eye everywhere, and the hall is brightly lit.

Yu Shi looked back at the three autumn moons with a gloomy look, and there was fire in his heart, but in the end he didn't have a seizure, but raised his feet and walked into the main hall.

Lin Yi hurriedly followed her heels, and as soon as she entered the temple door, she first smelled the smell of wine, and then she was dazzled by the brilliant gold.

The entire interior of the hall seems to be covered with gold leaf, and everywhere you look is full of golden objects, even the four dragon pillars in the hall are shining with golden light. The inner roof of the main hall is inlaid with a large number of beads, which are constantly scattered with dazzling light.

The rain master walked slowly, and he walked to the corner of the main hall, where layers of veils were stacked, and a puddle of mud could be faintly seen lying inside.

San Qiuyue's body seemed to shrink subconsciously when it touched this figure, and Lin Yi frowned and walked over.

"My lord, the people have brought it back, do you want to enjoy it now, or ......" The rain master raised his hand and threw Ling'er aside, and bowed in front of the veil.

Enjoying this word, it was a little ambiguous, and Lin Yi hung his head and thought to himself.

After a long time, there was movement in the veil.

There was a sound of squirming, and a terrifying ghost face poked out of it, and the ghost face glanced at it several times with drunken eyes, and finally focused its gaze on the rain master.

It was Song Qingshu.

He burped, "Send it here." ”

Master Yu replied, "Yes." ”

Then Lin Yi was carried over like a chicken, and Master Yu deliberately restrained her hands and pressed her in front of Song Qingshu. Then there was a pain in his neck, and Song Qingshu, who was drunk and confused, had already pressed Lin Ye with one hand, leaned over and bit it.

The rain master withdrew his hands in time and fell back to his place.

San Qiuyue's body was already not lightly injured, and Song Qingshu's palm locked her firmly like an iron palm, Lin Yi couldn't move, he only felt more and more trance, and his consciousness was sinking little by little in a daze.

"My lord, please be modest. The rain master on the side saw that San Qiuyue's eyes had already rolled up, and he looked like he was about to lose his breath, so he hurriedly stopped it.

Song Qingshu snorted and chirped, but did not let go.

Master Yu sighed, moved closer helplessly, raised his palm and gently slapped Song Qingshu's head, "My lord, if you don't let go, she will die." ”

Song Qingshu was furious, and after releasing his mouth, he kicked Lin Yi and rolled several times, "This half-spirit is useless, my chest hurts terribly!"

Lin Yi wanted to spray him in pain, but he hung in his throat and passed out with his head tilted.

Master Yu naturally saw her faint, but he took out a plain handkerchief with an indifferent expression, leaned over to wipe the blood from the corner of Song Qingshu's mouth, "Adults are angry......

Song Qingshu burped this time, brushed his hand away, and lay down on his back. After reminiscing for a long time, he turned his head and asked, "Where is my brother?"

The rain master had already withdrawn his hand, his fingertips pinching the handkerchief and shrinking it into his sleeve, slightly white, "My lord didn't mention the time to return to the mountain. ”

Song Qingshu looked impatient, and pointed to San Qiuyue on the side, "Get this thing back to Jingchi, don't come back when Brother Ah comes back and sticks it up again." ”

Master Yu lowered his eyes in response, and was about to move, when Song Qingshu suddenly said, "Who is this?"

He sat up and raised his hand to the gray-haired Ling'er in the corner.

Yu Shi leaned over, "It's a survivor of the Hehuan Sect, and you have surrendered to the Lord earlier, have you forgotten?"

Song Qingshu's eyes were dilated for a moment, as if he remembered something, and leaned closer to the rain master, "It's her...... Let's send it back together. A mouth smoked the rain master's face with the smell of wine.

"Yes. After saluting as usual, Master Yu hurriedly left with San Qiuyue and Ling'er.

Song Qingshu was the only one left in the hall, he raised his hand and touched his chest, his face gradually became gloomy, and his ravine-filled face became more and more terrifying.

Under the palm of his hand, in the wound that seemed to be healing, at this time, flowers were blooming continuously, consuming his qi and blood, if he didn't forcibly suppress it with demonic energy, I was afraid that he would have become a pot of flowers!

Song Qingshu suddenly flew up, and knocked down one of the coiling dragon pillars in the main hall with a hideous expression.

Rumble!

The hall was suddenly in chaos, and the disciples waiting outside came in with small steps, calmly cleaning up the mess, obviously not surprised.

Song Qingshu fluttered to the ground, his body shook for a moment, and he fell back into the layers of veils, and shouted loudly, "Bring wine to this seat." ”

"Yes. Two of the little disciples hurriedly answered, and ran into the side hall with their hands and feet to carry the wine out.

The muffled sound of the wine jar was placed in front of Song Qingshu, he raised his mouth and raised his hand to raise the altar, and the wine was dripped.