The yin husband moved the corners of his mouth and smiled with difficulty, "Zhuo Yifan, you still have a bit of a woman's kindness in you, if you want to become a big devil, you still need fire." ”

After hearing this, Zhuo Yifan was extremely surprised, "Why do I want to become a big devil?" ”

The yin man continued to sneer: "If you don't become a big devil, how can you destroy your opponents? How can you put an end to the injustices in the world? If you don't fall into the devil, you are destined to be unable to achieve great things!"

After speaking, the yin husband coughed a few times in pain, and the yang woman kept patting his back with a frightened face to relieve his uneven breathing.

Zhuo Yifan secretly pondered his words, but those so-called people who have made impressive and even terrifying feats seem to be really nine out of ten demons, whether it is a demon or a demon in the heart, it is the result of a person who is too involved and too focused, as if only in this way can he exert his energy infinitely.

However, Zhuo Yifan felt that Fang Cai's words were not simply said casually, but had a very deep seduction skill, because his eyes kept flashing in front of his eyes, and the scene of his hair being scattered and killing people was like hemp, and he really became a demon, killing people without blinking.

Zhuo Yifan shook his head, and in a trance, he was surrounded by mutilated limbs and broken arms, wailing and shouting were mixed together, and his body kept twitching and trembling.

Zhuo Yifan looked at the bloody scene with his head, and his mind was full of déjà vu, as if he had experienced it himself, or in a dream, anyway, the scene had been deeply engraved in his mind.

At this time, he found that the yin man stood up slowly, with a sly smile on his face, and a large handful of densely embroidered silver needles in his hand.

Zhuo Yifan shook his head with difficulty, trying to figure out whether it was real or dreamy, and watched the yin husband keep approaching.

Suddenly, the yin man let out an evil laugh, and the voice was slow, circling around Zhuo Yifan like a sound wave.

Zhuo Yifan suddenly realized at this time that he might have been hit by the phantom sound skill of the yin husband, the phantom sound skill of confusing the mind.

He immediately recited the Meditation Mantra and the Meditation Mantra, the mind method taught by Zen Master Huiyuan, the master of Bodhi Temple.

After a few breaths, his mind became clearer and clearer, and he began to be able to distinguish between reality and illusion, but he saw that Yin Fu had come not far from him.

Seeing that Zhuo Yifan was abnormal, the evil smile of the yin husband suddenly retracted, hesitated for a moment, stopped advancing, and threw out all the densely embroidered silver needles in his hand at once.

The embroidered silver needles, like meteors dragging their tails, stabbed towards Zhuo Yifan at high speed.

Seeing this, Zhuo Yifan instantly churned, jumping out of the package of silver needle rain.

However, those silver needles did not fly straight forward as if they had eyes, but turned a corner and continued to pursue Zhuo Yifan.

Seeing that he was about to be embroidered with silver needles and penetrated into red honeycomb coal, Zhuo Yifan used the Mu family's swordsmanship to use the blood-drinking sword.

As before, the stray darts from the Blood Drinking Sword struck the rain of silver needles, knocking them to the ground like a meteorite falling with a long strip of light.

Seeing that there was not much left of the flying embroidered silver needles, the yin man endured the pain on his body just now, and flew above Zhuo Yifan, throwing a handful of embroidered silver needles at Zhuo Yifan's head.

If he was hit by those embroidered silver needles, the result could be imagined, Zhuo Yifan's head would definitely be cracked, and his brains would be splashing around.

Seeing that the yin husband was so vicious, Zhuo Yifan was no longer polite to him, so he shook his steps and avoided the direction of the puncture of the embroidered silver needle.

Then, the tiger-vigorous martial arts blood-drinking sword attached to the surface of the sword body with internal force, constantly knocking down and even smashing the embroidered silver needles that were flying around, and then stabbed at the yin man.

At this time, in order to keep chasing Zhuo Yifan with embroidered silver needles, the internal force has already been almost consumed, and he can no longer avoid the stab of Zhuo Yifan's blood-drinking sword.

In the blink of an eye, the blood-drinking sword pierced into the body of the yin man, and the shiny sword body began to turn red, but not a single drop of blood fell.

The yin man shook his body in pain, unable to resist, and his face began to turn pale until there was no blood at all.

As the body of the blood-drinking sword became more and more red, the body of the yin man began to shrink, as if it was dehydrated, and it became thinner and thinner.

The complexion also changed from yellowish white to dark gray, and then to dark black, and his eyes looked at Zhuo Yifan with a hollow look.

"Become a demon!

Yin Fu shouted two words to Zhuo Yifan with difficulty, and then laughed bitterly.

Looking at his hideous face and cursing himself to become a demon, Zhuo Yifan angrily pulled out the blood-drinking sword.

Amazingly, there was still not a single drop of blood on it, and it was obvious that all his blood had been sucked clean by the Blood Drinking Sword.

Yin Fu's body fell to the ground in the direction of the blood-drinking sword, shook a little, and then stopped moving.

"Old man, old man!" the woman shouted bitterly, and quickly ran to the place where the yin husband had fallen to the ground.

She shook her husband's body like crazy, but there was no response, so she put her finger on the wing of his nose, and her face turned pale.

She wailed in pain, crying and shouting that her husband should not die, crying and grabbing the ground, and the old tears were all over the place.

However, no matter how hard she cried, the yin husband no longer had any reaction.

Zhuo Yifan looked at the scene in front of him coldly, he wanted not to kill the Yin Fu, but the Yin Fu was bent on putting himself to death, and he had no other choice but to kill him.

Looking at the death of the yin husband, Shangguan Yucheng was expressionless, he was just staring at Zhuo Yifan, gloomy and compassionate.

And the rest of the Shangguan family, equally cold-blooded, were unmoved.

The yang woman screamed for a while, the crying became quieter and quieter, then wiped a handful of tears and slowly stood up.

She looked at Zhuo Yifan meaningfully, and crooked the corners of her mouth with a sneer, evil and charming.

She picked up her two dwarf melon hammers from the ground and shook them in her hands, "Do you know why I didn't make a move when the old man fought you just now?"

Zhuo Yifan shook his head, obviously wondering, why would the yang woman watch herself fight with her yin husband instead of helping?

"The old man has a hunch, he can't survive this time, everything before is up to me, this time he wants to be the master, and enjoy uncontrolled once before he dies. The Yang woman sighed.

In this way, Zhuo Yifan obviously didn't believe it, his life was at stake, how could he ignore the danger of death for this reason?

"It's not just that, right?" Zhuo Yifan said expressionlessly.

"Yes, they're right, you're getting more and more mentally mature. In fact, there is a more important reason. The young woman replied.

"What is the reason?"

"Help you become a demon!" the yang woman smiled at Zhuo Yifan.