Although this monk surnamed Qin spoke tactfully, he was obviously a little suspicious of the dialect, as far as he knew, there were few taboos in the Da Luomen exercises, and he specialized in killing, as if he had never heard of this restriction. Several demon sects know each other better, but the dialect knows very little about it, but there is a hint of nonsense.

Fang Yan was keenly aware of it, and suddenly felt some regret in his heart, how could he make such a low-level mistake. It's no wonder that he is so careless, in the past few days, he has used Zhuji Dan to confuse Liu Mande, but the person in front of him is different, he just brought people to trade, and for the sake of Liu Mande's face, he didn't have any psychological scruples about the dialect, and he easily saw some flaws in it.

In fact, his understanding of the Demon Gate, in addition to the life-and-death battles with several Demon Cultivators, the dialect is mainly based on the two soul searches, and his main energy is focused on the memory of the monks he killed, but he doesn't know anything about the basic common sense of this Demon Gate. But even though the man was skeptical, he didn't think much of it, guessing that the tongue might have other ideas, and how it would be beneficial to him to probe into the secrets of others.

"Oh, this is an exercise that I got from my family by chance, and it looks quite extraordinary, so I want to try to cultivate. It's all released.,It's a pity.,This time I can only do it.,Next time, please pay more attention to the next time.。 By the way, how long is Qin Daoyou going to stay here this time, or how long can you use these female cultivators in the future?"

Fang Yan only had to explain two sentences, but he himself felt a little absurd, and he didn't practice the best exercises of the sect, but went to the family to find an inexplicable and wonderful exercise, the reason was too far-fetched. simply stopped explaining, lightly brought it over, and instead asked the questions he was most concerned about, mixed with the words, seemingly casually said.

If the other party is very vigilant, the series of words in the dialect will not stand up to scrutiny at all, but this monk surnamed Qin is suspicious, but he has no intention of delving into it. What's more, he met the dialect for the first time. Where would he ask at an inopportune time, in fact, he was also a lot of mouths just now, and said a few words casually, but Fang Yan had a ghost in his heart, and he was too sensitive.

For the seemingly unintentional question of the dialect, the monk surnamed Qin was completely defenseless, and blurted out: "Three days at most." They will leave after three days at the latest, and these nuns will have to be dealt with before that. Otherwise, the seniors will blame it, and they can't afford to eat it. The next time I come, I will come here early next morning and bring a few more female cultivators for Taoist friends to choose, and this time I won't be able to bear it. ”

Three days! A careful arrangement is just enough, kill this person and then search for the soul, and spend another day or two to imitate it, and you will be able to catch up. The key is not to alarm others, especially since there is a disciple on duty outside the room, and the guard points inside are arranged one by one. The slightest mistake will reveal the clues.

"In this case, I will bring these female cultivators in first, there are two Taoist friends waiting here, and in the next ......" The dialect was about to bring the three female cultivators into the room first, and then bring the monk surnamed Qin in when they got inside, and then kill them. As for Liu Mande, we have to observe his reaction first. If there is no doubt, it is better, otherwise it can only be eliminated altogether, and there is no way to take some risks.

Who knew that before the words fell, I saw that Fang Yan's eyes suddenly became blood-red, and a strange aura filled his body, and it was at this moment. He felt as if he had lost control, his mind suddenly became extremely violent, and a strong aura suddenly went out of control and rushed out of his body.

Killing intent, pure killing intent, like a sky-swallowing giant beast erupting from Fang Yan's body, instantly enveloped the entire room. The two people sitting in the room. Frightened by the sudden changes in Fang Yan's body, the strong killing intent enveloped the heavy pressure of the high-ranking monks, making them both frightened and frightened, unable to move.

Then Fang Yan turned around and looked directly at the two people in front of him, but saw them screaming and looking at Fang Yan, I don't know why he turned into a strange face in a short period of time. Unconsciously, Fang Yan withdrew the mimetic technique and returned to his original appearance, but this was not the original intention of Fang Yan, but he couldn't control it at all at the moment, and the mana in his body began to run wild, wanting to find a channel for catharsis.

Not only were the two of them terrified, but Fang Yan was also nervous, and this feeling was familiar, as if he had a similar experience during the time he experienced the heart tribulation. Could it be that another heart tribulation is coming, how could it be chosen at this time, in this place, this is a fatal death, this is the stronghold of the demon gate, even if it survives the heart tribulation, it is unpredictable.

Fang Yan was suddenly miserable, why did he suffer so many calamities, and in the early stage of cultivating to build the foundation, he had to go through two mental tribulations. It seems that he is not a sinister and vicious person, why is he more than those who have done evil, and he has suffered more calamities.

No one can say the source of the heart calamity, some people have never encountered it in their lives, while some people are riddled with calamities, and the danger is even more unpredictable, almost every time it is a struggle in a desperate situation, a test of life and death, but why do they always chase the dialect.

Perhaps it was because Fang Yan had suffered a series of traumas recently, and the places he was once familiar with had turned into a black soil along the way, and the people close to him were separated from life and death, especially Fang Kun's tragic death in front of him, all of which may be the cause of the heart calamity. The great grief has been immeasurable to the soul of the monk, and the tongue has been planted several times in succession recently.

Or maybe it's a long time to break into this place alone, long-term mental tension, mental exhaustion and haggardness, and even emotional depression, these are all possible. And after entering the stronghold, Fang Yan was often anxious, he himself may not have paid too much attention to it, but at this time, it became a fierce medicine to stimulate the heart calamity.

There may also be soul searching, the influence of those negative emotions on him, the ugly pictures that can change his mind, and the distorted psychology that makes him see human nature more thoroughly, will inevitably have a deep impact on him. It seems to have disappeared, but in fact, it is subconsciously silent, accumulating to a certain extent, or finding an opportunity and suddenly exploding.

I can't allow the dialect to think too much, in fact, he has completely fallen into the mental tribulation, lost his perception of everything around him, and at some point he has pulled up an endless black curtain on all sides, and the dialect has come here in ignorance. The spurting killing intent filled Fang Yan's mind in an instant, his mind was completely out of control, and the remaining trace of clarity in his heart tried his best to resist, but it was extremely weak, and he was buried in the madness that rose to the sky in an instant.

Suddenly, a black shadow appeared beside Fang Yan, a translucent black demon shadow with two wings on its back, attacking Fang Yan without warning, silently, and its sharp claws had stretched far away towards Fang Yan. Fang Yan habitually reached for the storage bag, but unexpectedly, a long black knife appeared in his hand, somewhat like the mountain-breaking blade he was used to, but it was completely unfamiliar.

"Why is it a demon calamity?" Fang Yan was a little subconsciously afraid in the face of the fierce black demon shadow, but then he threw this thought away, not because he took the initiative, but because of the surging killing intent in his mind, which made him forget everything, leaving only a killing intent full of his body.

And that's not all, Fang Yan seems to have completely forgotten the exercises he has cultivated, as well as the spells that take time and effort to practice, only full of fierce fighting intent, raising his sword and rushing straight up, without the slightest bit of fancy, and he wants to have a hard-fought fight with this demon shadow. Therefore, his attack and defense seemed to be completely disorganized, and he only knew how to slash at the flying shadow, using all his strength.

With a "bang", the dialect was knocked dozens of feet away, but this did not make him feel afraid, but murderous, the black hair on his head flew up, the robe on his body hunted, and his body rushed towards the black shadow, almost crazy. A moment later, Fang Yan was knocked out of the way again, and he still rushed forward like a madman, frustrated and courageous, fighting frantically with the expressionless shadow.

"Haha! happy ......" Suddenly there was a hoarse roar in dialect, as if it did not come from his throat, but burst from his long-suppressed chest, and the scene became more and more eerie. At this time, the dialect was no longer like a Terran monk, but somewhat similar to this demon shadow, tireless, forgetting life and death, just constantly rushing up to fight, over and over again.

There was unfathomable darkness all around, and I didn't know where he was now, but it didn't matter to him anymore, he just fought tirelessly, brandished the mad knife in his hand, and kept rushing forward. I don't know how long it took, after countless rounds of vicious fighting, the vicious demon shadow was slashed away by him, and then turned into a dark green smoke, dissipating in the endless black curtain.

But soon the same demon shadow rose in the night sky again, and flew up after a little formation, not afraid of life and death at all, and at this moment Fang Yan was even crazier than this demon shadow, and rushed with an excited roar. Fang Yan seemed to have changed into another person, like a brave god of war, and like a bloodthirsty murderer, with a murderous sound in his mouth, and at this time, there seemed to be an indescribable joy and pleasure for him.

One by one, the shadows appeared at dusk, and were fiercely slain by Fang Yan, and he couldn't remember how many he had killed, but he kept fighting, as if he was born like this, and only existed to fight. Suddenly, the black curtain fell from the sky suddenly, and there was no light in the boundless sky, and in the corner of this dark night sky, a huge demon shadow quietly descended, with a body of hundreds of zhang in size, with two horns on the head, and dark green all over.

This huge shadow that looked extremely powerful carried a momentum of destruction on its body, but Fang Yan was not afraid, completely forgetting life and death, and without the slightest hesitation, he flew forward bravely. At this moment, the dialect not only makes people feel terrifying, but also looks a little ridiculous, because the gap between the two is too big, in front of this huge demon, the dialect is like a small ant trying to challenge the elephant in front of him, it is simply beyond his strength.

But Fang Yan still rushed forward without hesitation, waving the long knife in his hand aimlessly, and before he could touch this demonic shadow, he was instantly overturned, flying upside down more than a hundred zhang away, and his body was almost falling apart, and his strength could not be condensed for a while. Without waiting for the dialect to reply, the demon shadow came again in an instant, closely chasing the dialect, and a huge black shadow shrouded again.

Until now, everything is like a dream, it seems so unreal, but the dialect is drunk and obsessed, deeply immersed in it, as if enjoying the process of fighting. I don't know where he got his energy, maybe it was the tenacious will in his bones, or his stubborn nature, every time at such a time, the dialect would become crazy, fearless, and even a little inexplicably excited. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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