Ink Yang observed the fight between the two immortals of the Jindan period, and his sword eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Master, is Xue Zhili a little weak?"

Ling Xiao was a little surprised by Ink Yang's dynamic vision, generally speaking, if he practiced qi, he should not be able to see the moves of the Jindan period clearly.

"Yes. Ling Xiao replied, "But you can't get involved." ”

The battle between the cheap apprentice and Tsing Yi had already left him with scars.

Ink Yang was silent, and looked at the battle situation of the two intently, only to see Yuan Ziyi's lips open and close, as if he was reciting some incantation.

"It's the language of the Demon Clan!" Mo Yang exclaimed, but it was already too late by then, and from Yuan Ziyi's shadow, a behemoth suddenly stood up.

The thing was black and shapeless.

I saw it open its big mouth and swallow Xue Zhili in one gulp.

"It's persistence...... Hmm......" The monster swallowed Xue Zhili in a gulp, "delicious!"

It is recorded in the "Kyushu Chronicles": Shadow, a vein of demons and succubi, attached to the shadow of people, likes to eat people, and has a good lust.

Its voice was rough but loud, and Mo Yang only felt pain in his eardrums.

"Is it this dead fat man!Is it him that Yuan Ziyi wants to cover up the demonic qi?" Ling Xiao furrowed his eyebrows, and said angrily, "Didn't the Wu Yi clan say that the seal was fine?"

Mo Yang saw Yuan Ziyi's gaze towards him, and without thinking too much, he picked up the Ling Xiao Sword and said.

"Master, run!"

Ling Xiao rolled his eyes, but still listened to his apprentice's words, and the hilt of the sword lifted the placket of Ink Yang's clothes and roared away.

However, after a while, Ling Xiao felt that something was wrong again, and his speed slowed down slightly.

"What are you running, Xue Zhili is dead, I'm not afraid of being exposed!" Ling Xiao pursed his lips, his sword body couldn't help trembling, and he wanted to get rid of Ink Yang's hand and cut the shadow.

"Master, you don't have spiritual power, you can't beat that kind of void form, right?"

In other words, physical attacks are useless.

Ling Xiao thought about it, this is the reason, and he calmed down.

"Okay, run!"

Ink Yang felt that his ears and eyes were flooded by the wind, and he controlled himself to eliminate distracting thoughts, and tried to recall the record of shadows in the "Chronicles of Kyushu".

This group is delightful, not only loves to eat people, but also likes to live on people, the source of demonic energy, is people's emotions.

I'm not afraid...... I'm not afraid...... I'm not afraid......

Ink Yang repeated it in his head, and suddenly felt that he was a little impatient, so he read again:

I'm not impatient...... I'm not impatient...... I'm not impatient......

......

Stumble!

It is impossible for people to be without emotions!

"You're complicated, good. Ling Xiao knocked a spirit sword fruit, as steady as Mount Tai, "You cut Yuan Ziyi." ”

"We used to choose the troublesome killing shadows because they often lived on the people, but now it lives on Yuan Ziyi, and if we cut that fool, won't it be over?"

......

"Master, have you forgotten that I have only been in the Qi refining period?" said Ink Yang, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, "I'm only 14 years old!"

Ling Xiao chuckled, looked at Mo Yang's pretended performance, and said, "Didn't you want to kill Yuan Ziyi a long time ago?"

Ay...... What kind of novel does the stupid apprentice learn, the male protagonist pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger?

And—

She loves child labor the most!

"Master, do you know?" Ink Yang raised his eyebrows, he didn't discuss this matter with his master.

"Kunshan Pavilion on the outskirts of the city. Ling Xiao smiled proudly, and wanted to hide it from her, and she didn't look at the spirit sword fruit that her aunt and grandmother had eaten, more than you had eaten, she said, "Isn't that the place where Hu Ling buried explosives nearby?"

......

Ink Yang was silent.

After a long time, I only heard him mutter: "It turns out that the master is not as stupid as I thought......"

？？？

Ling Xiao was so angry that he flew faster, and Ink Yang could only hold on to the sword body tightly, so as not to be blown away by the whistling wind.

Ink Yang looked closer and closer to the destination, and the pavilion was full of people from Kunshan City. He hooked his lips and smiled, took out a mask from his bosom, and put it on his face, and as soon as the mask was attached, it merged with the skin of Ink Yang.

At this time, Ink Yang became the appearance of the cat god statue in the cat god ancestral hall in Kunshan City.

He turned around and saw the approaching black shadow and Yuan Ziyi, and the corners of his mouth curled even more.

I only heard him shouting at the crowd: "Cat Daxian!

The people of Kunshan City saw an orange ball of flesh rolling from a distance, followed by Yuan Ziyi supported by a huge black shadow. The horrors of last night were still in their minds, and they were about to flee when they heard—

There was a loud "boom", and in an instant, the dust was flying, the fire was soaring, and a huge mushroom cloud rose from the ground, and it was about to spread to the Kunshan Pavilion, and they all subconsciously squatted down with their heads in their hands, leaving only fear in their hearts.

For a long time, the expected death did not come, and they slowly opened their eyes.

I saw a big orange cat stop in front of them.

It's exactly the same as the cat god statue.

Aunt Zhang's eyes widened in surprise, and her voice was hoarse: "It's Mao Daxian!"

The other people of Kunshan City were also stunned, but they didn't expect the story told by the older generation to be true, and Kunshan City was really blessed by the cat god.

Ink Yang smiled at everyone and said, "I'm having a meeting with the Emperor of Heaven, even if you are in trouble, the meeting won't be held, and the cat will come over without stopping." ”

On one side, he pretended to be relaxed, but on the other hand, he said to Ling Xiao: "Master, you are reliable, didn't you say that Ling Xiao's sword is made of hard materials, and it is no problem to carry an explosion?"

Ling Xiao was blocked by the huge cat body transformed by Ink Yang, which was not seen by the people of Kunshan City, and it was not a big cat that carried the explosion, but a pitch-black sword.

The great sword stood still under the power of more than a dozen tons of explosives, and the pitch-black scabbard was still not dim.

"Bah, bah!" Ling Xiao crawled out of the smoke, her orange hair was clinging to black ash, she spit out the dust she had eaten in her mouth, and said, "Who knew Hu Ling was so powerful." ”

"How can you blow up the Jindan period if the power is insufficient?" Ink Yang is very satisfied with the current performance effect.

Explosive enough! Explosive enough!

The people of Kunshan City are afraid that they will not be able to forget the cat immortal for hundreds of years......

Thinking about it, there was a mist attached to his dark blue eyes.

Ah, stupid cat.

As the smoke subsided, a figure gradually appeared, it was Yuan Ziyi.

At this time, he was in tatters and embarrassed, but he was only missing an arm in such a violent explosion.

Ling Xiao and Mo Yang saw the arm that blew out, and their pupils were stunned. There was a tattered corpse firmly grasped on his arm, but the white jade with a warm and radiant waist was not Xue Zhili, who was it?

Yuan Ziyi actually used Xue Zhili's body that had not yet been digested by the shadow to block the explosion!

The dignified first disciple of Yin Mountain actually fell to such a way of death.

This Yuan Ziyi is really inhuman!

"Huh...... Interesting. Yuan Ziyi smiled coldly, the bloodthirsty killing intent in his eyes was monstrous, "Shadow, kill everyone here." ”

"I want them to be my brother-in-the-fold funeral. ”

When he said this, his expression was extremely gentle, as if he was saying a love word.

Everyone only felt that their bodies were covered in cold hairs and stood on end.