Nangong Yijin heard that Lin Yizhi actually knew the name of the Nine Heavens God King, and said in shock: "His five hall masters of white, blue, red, purple, and black are already famous, and the strength of the Nine Heavens God King is estimated to be at least Mahayana cultivation!

Lin Yizhi laughed when he heard this: "What Nine Heavens God King, that Mo Hu is just fooling the worldly Son of Heaven, his strength, not to mention that he can't compare to the five hall masters, even those hat killers can't compare!"

When Nangong Yijin heard this, he was quite unconvinced, and glanced at Lin Yizhi: "I think you were stupid by the purple-clothed man just now, that is, the hall master of the Huangquan Hall, the Nine Heavens God King, the hall master of the Nine Heavens Emperor Jue Palace, turned out to be a waste?

Lin Yizhi shook his head, and told Nangong Yijin about the fact that the God King Mo suddenly left the Sorrow Sect that day and wanted to play a score, and was played by his senior brother.

In the end, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "I saw it with my own eyes at the time, can it be fake?"

Nangong Yijin didn't believe it at first, but when he saw that what Lin Yizhi said was clear-eyed, he couldn't help but laugh too.

When Nangong Yijin smiled for a long time, he shook his head and said with a worried expression: "However, the more this kind of person, the more he will be retribution, I guess that the sudden attack and killing of the people of the Nine Heavens Emperor Jue Hall this time must be related to the humiliation of Mo Hu that day." As you said, that Mo Hu is just a villain with nothing on the surface, but the more villain he is, the more he must beware, especially such a powerful villain. ”

When Lin Yizhi heard this, he smiled faintly and said: "So what, if he doesn't provoke me, if it's the same as today, I will fight with him, what can I do?"

Nangong Yijin smiled meaningfully and said, "Little brother...... This mundane world is different from the realm of cultivation. No matter which faction the cultivation realm acts, it must take into account the pros and cons of all parties, so since the fall of the Blood Feather Temple, although there have been conflicts between the two realms of righteousness and demons from time to time, they have generally maintained a delicate balance, and they only kill cultivators, and generally do not harass ordinary people. And the world is different, the Nine Heavens Emperor Jue Hall is even different, they kill people, it doesn't matter if you are a mortal or a cultivator, let alone righteous or evil, as long as they don't look good, they will kill them. Because they have the backer of the emperor, they act without scruples and are extremely cruel. ”

Nangong Yijin paused and said, "Therefore, the scourge of the Nine Heavens Temple is even worse than the Demon Sect to a certain extent. Little brother, although Na Mo Hu can be ignored, his five hall masters and nearly a thousand ruthless outlaws may attack you anytime and anywhere on your future path, leaving you with no peace all day long!"

Lin Yizhi nodded, knowing that Nangong Yijin was worried about him with this, and he was a little moved in his heart, although this old Taoist had bad points, but his heart and eyes were indeed good.

However, he waved his hand and said, "The boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, so let's think about what we should do next." ”

Nangong Yijin nodded and stopped talking, both of them seemed to be thinking about where to go next.

After a while, Nangong Yijin jumped up violently, his expression was flustered, as if he had been seriously frightened, and his face turned pale and said: "Woe to you! Woe to you!"

Lin Yizhi was frightened by him, but knowing that his character often made a fuss, he smiled casually and said, "Old Dao, what do you think of?"

Nangong Yijin patted his forehead fiercely, stomped his feet and said: "I'm really old and confused, old and confused! How can I forget such an important thing, this will kill me!"

As he spoke, he said to Lin Yi with a serious face: "Although the Huangquan Hall is ranked second to last in the Nine Heavens Emperor Jue Palace, it has a stunt, which is very powerful!"

Lin Yizhi's expression also became solemn and said, "What ......?"

Nangong Yijin said: "The hall master of Huangquan Hall can summon a villain like green paper, don't underestimate that villain, its name is - Chasing Golem, this Chasing Golem is useless in attack and defense, but it is the best at secretly tracking the opponent's breath, and then reporting it to its owner in the first time, so if Huangquan Hall wants to hunt down someone, it is the end of the world, and it can be found!"

Lin Yizhi's face also changed several times, and he stood up and said, "In other words, it is very likely that we will be followed by the chasing puppets, and they will be able to find us soon?"

Nangong Yijin didn't speak, and nodded nervously at Lin Yizhi.

Lin Yizhi just wanted to answer.

Suddenly, I heard a ghost-like empty and cold voice floating in from outside the gate of the house, the sound was flickering, but in the dead and silent Fengling deserted village, it was true and true.

"Lin Yizhi, a junior who is worried. Now that the guests have arrived, you have been hiding in it, and you are not going to come out to see me?"

Lin Yizhi and Nangong Yijin quickly glanced at each other, and they both saw incomparable horror in each other's eyes.

Lin Yizhi lowered his voice and said, "It's so fast!"

Nangong Yijin suddenly whispered: "Hurry-" and then shook his hand gently.

From the cuffs of the robe, six beads the size of green beans spun out, and the blue light all over the body flashed in the dark night.

But seeing Nangong Yijin's left index finger gently towards the six small beads, the six small beads invariably trembled, and at the same time made a tinkling sound.

Seeing this, Nangong Yijin hurriedly closed his eyes and held his breath.

After a while, he opened his eyes, and his big sleeve flicked towards the six small beads, and the six small beads were nowhere to be seen.

Then he lowered his voice and said, "I can't fight...... There are thirty-one people outside, and the thirty people with the lowest personal cultivation also have the Exorcist Eightfold, basically all of them are around the Jindan Eightfold, and there is one person who is already the strength of the Jindan Eightfold. ”

Lin Yizhi frowned and said: "What if you don't fight, you can't run, what should I do!"

Nangong Yijin waved his hand and said, "Can you run...... Five Ghost ......"

Lin Yizhi didn't wait for him to finish, and suddenly smiled sadly and said: "Don't run away, this is my home, where else can I escape!"

Seeing this, Nangong Yijin grabbed him and said, "My little ancestor, can you not be so impulsive, you are going out like this to send you to death!"

Lin Yizhi said coldly: "It's better to die than to run away!"

Nangong Yijin cried with a sad face, and said helplessly: "I'm afraid of you, I found that the two of us are destined to fight each other, and it will be no good to follow you! You let me think about it! Think about it, and think about whether there is a way to get the best of both worlds." ”

"You hurry up and ......," Lin Yi's words were concise and to the point.

However, Nangong Yijin thought about it for a long time, sweating profusely, and couldn't think of a way.

Lin Yi's heart was anxious, gritting his teeth, and his brows were furrowed. The grip on both hands grew tighter and tighter.

Seeing that Nangong Yijin couldn't think of a way for a long time, he couldn't wait any longer, so he simply took a step to leave.

At this moment, Fang Cai's cold and flickering voice came again, this time with a strong killing intent: "Lin Yizhi, you are still a child of worry, but you are a turtle with a shrunken head, if you don't come out, we will go in and take your life!"

Lin Yizhi's face turned red, his eyes wanted to drip blood, he couldn't restrain it anymore, flicked his sleeves, and said to Nangong Yijin: "Old Dao, if you are afraid of death, I will drag them down, you see the opportunity, use the Five Ghost Handling Technique to run away by yourself, I will not run!"

As he spoke, his eyes were resolute, and with great stubbornness, he strode towards the door.

With every step, Lin Yizhi's originally undulating and somewhat fearful mind calmed down a lot.

This is the place where I was raised for ten years, and now that my relatives have died, I, Lin Yizhi, have given up this life, and I can't let these fathers and villagers not rest in peace!

Thinking of this, without hesitation, the meteor strided, and after a while, the gate appeared in front of Lin Yizhi.

The gate was not very clear, but it seemed that a torch was lit, and a figure flashed under the torch.

Perhaps, step out of this door, and the next moment it will be your life and death!

Then why be afraid? Death is nothing more than dying in one's own home, dying as it deserves, and so fast!

Lin Yizhi's pride surged suddenly, and he looked up to the sky and shouted: "The night mice outside, Lin Yizhi will be here soon, if anyone dares to step into the mansion, he will be taught to splash blood on the spot!"

With that, an afterimage rushed straight away.

At the gate, a man dressed like a daytime hat assassin couldn't hold back and walked cautiously towards the door.

Suddenly, the afterimage in front of him flashed, and a sword aura with flame light surged towards his neck.

Feeling a pain in his neck, the hat-to-hat assassin didn't even snort, he rolled over and fell, his face full of horror and despair.

The torch in his hand also fell not far from him, and was instantly extinguished along with his life.

At the same time, a blazing sword shot out from the front of the door, followed by the sound of the sword, and the black light came in an instant.

Thunder means, one blow deadly.

In the cold wind, Lin Yizhi had a horizontal sword in his hand, and looked coldly at the thirty killers of the Nine Heavens Emperor Jue Hall opposite.

Suddenly, he said: "I said, if anyone dares to step into the mansion, there will be no mercy!"

In front of him, twenty-nine hat killers surrounded a man in purple and stood there coldly. Everyone had a torch in their hands.

The flames were churning, illuminating the night as if it were day, and the dancing flames reflected on the faces of these people, and the expressions of all of them were cold and gloomy.

It seemed that the people who had just died didn't matter at all, and the expressions of these people didn't change in the slightest.

Seeing that it was Lin Yizhi, the purple-clothed man in the center suddenly smiled coldly and said: "Good means, it really deserves to be a person who has left the Worry Sect, Lin Yizhi, why don't we make a deal?"

Lin Yizhi looked at him coldly, and said lightly: "Deal, you say come and listen!"

The purple-clothed Huangquan Hall Master nodded and said: "I see that you are a good person, and I am a person who cherishes talents very much, why don't you kneel in front of me now and worship under the door of my Huangquan Hall, and then I will ask the Lord Mohu God King to intercede, presumably the grievances from many years ago will disappear, how about it?"

Lin Yizhi held the sword in his hand, and sneered: "Who are you, you are not ashamed to speak here, I think that back then, the Huangquan Palace was also regarded as this number in the cultivation realm, but now it has only become the minions of that bullshit god king, I really don't know if you die, see your dead ghost elders, how can they not skin you alive!

The master of the Huangquan Hall didn't seem to be annoyed, but said with compassion: "Lin Yizhi, you can think about it, the minimum cultivation here is also the eightfold exorcism, if you don't descend, tonight will be your death!"

Lin Yizhi slowly put the Chixiao Immortal Sword in front of his eyes.

The fire was cold, and the sword qi was surging.

Lin Yizhi's arrogance rose sharply, and he raised his head to the sky and shouted: "The land under my feet, raising me for ten years, the house behind me, for all my dearest spirit cards, I was still a child, I was forced to flee in a panic by the demon sect demon, now, I have a sword in my hand, how can I escape again? Lin Yizhi took your lives today, and paid tribute to the men, women and children who died in Fengling!"

Suddenly, someone behind him said loudly: "Alas, seeing you working so hard, how can I bear to abandon you, forget it, anyway, there are no days to live, so it's better to go crazy with you again! lest you really die, and no one will collect your ......body for you."

As he spoke, a figure inside the door slowly walked out.

Dressed in a dark robe, he held the rag disguise that never left his body.

Who else is not Nangong Yijin?

Lin Yizhi thought that Nangong Yijin had been away for a long time, but he didn't expect him to walk out like this, seemingly complaining.

couldn't help laughing and said, "Old Dao, I didn't force you to stay!"

Nangong Yijin also smiled and said: "Don't worry, voluntary! I won't look for you when I die!"

Seeing that it was Nangong Yijin, the purple-clothed man suddenly flashed with resentment in his eyes, and said hatefully: "Old Zai, I underestimated you last time, and it took me a lot of trouble to find you, neither of you can run away today!"

The words fell, but he saw that the figures of the ten hat-fighting assassins behind him suddenly hung up, all holding torches in one hand and knives in the other.

The light of the fire is faint, dancing in mid-air, like a flowing galaxy.

Lin Yizhi's face changed, and he yelled: "Nangong Yijin dodge!"

After that, the Chixiao Immortal Sword roared, and with Lin Yizhi's skyrocketing figure, the sword qi was mighty, and it rushed straight into the ten people.

Nangong Yijin took advantage of this, found a dark corner to cover his body, and watched the situation on the field intently.

Ten hat-fighting assassins surrounded Lin Yizhi in the center, and ten big knives danced up and down, impermeable.

Lin Yizhi only felt that the blade in front of him was like a tide, and the knife flashed wildly. I couldn't help but get nervous in my heart, as soon as I dodged the three knives in front of me, I heard the bad wind behind me, and when I turned around, the Chixiao Immortal Sword slashed out, instantly forcing the five hat assassins to retreat several feet.

Lin Yizhi just wanted to take advantage of the situation to jump to the front of the retreating five people, but he didn't want the sword wind to come behind him again, Lin Yizhi had no choice but to turn around and resist the fierce knife momentum that almost came in front of him.

Although Lin Yizhi's body was extremely fast, he was attacked by these ten people in turn, and he had to rush left and right, but after rushing for a long time, he was still surrounded by these ten people, which consumed a lot of strength.

Lin Yizhi brushed his three swords and forced back the six hat assassins in front of him, and he felt a little tired, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead at some point, and his breathing was not as smooth as Fang Cai.

There was a flash in his heart, but he heard a cold wind on the left, and when he looked at it, a hat assassin raised a big knife and slashed at Lin Yizhi fiercely.

Lin Yi's heart was horizontal, if he didn't kill one or two of them first, it would probably be even more difficult to consume some more physical strength.

Thinking of this, he didn't turn around, as if he didn't notice it at all.

Panicked, Nangong Yijin said loudly in the dark: "Little brother, be careful on the left!"

Lin Yizhi was unheard.

The big knife of the hat on the left roared, and seeing that Lin Yizhi didn't seem to notice it, he couldn't help but be secretly happy in his heart, and roared, and the big knife slashed straight down from mid-air.

"Poof-" slashed on Lin Yizhi's left shoulder, and blood burst out, flowing down Lin Yizhi's arm towards his wrist.

The hat-staking assassin was so excited that he wanted to swing his knife and slash again, but suddenly felt a piercing pain in his lower abdomen.

couldn't help but look down, only to find that Lin Yizhi's Chixiao Immortal Sword had completely submerged into his abdomen at some point.

"Ahh

Lin Yizhi didn't hesitate at all, and with a wave of the Chixiao Immortal Sword, he picked the person in the air, and then threw it behind him fiercely.

The sky flashed, and blood droplets flew.

The man screamed and flew away, falling from mid-air and slamming it down on the four attacking Assassins.

The four hat-staking assassins couldn't dodge and smashed the score. The four of them, along with the man who was shoeing his feet, fell on his back in unison.

When he falls to the ground, the man who has penetrated his lower abdomen will die no more. The torch in his hand fell and was extinguished in an instant.

Lin Yizhi snorted at this time, looked at the wound on his left shoulder with the corner of his eye, gritted his teeth, and ignored it, and a black light rushed straight towards the four people who were knocked down.

The four of them finally pushed the dead body away, and then they felt a flash of red light in front of them, "Poof-poof-poof-" Four soft sounds, four heads flew up, blood gushed out, and rushed into the air.

It took a long time for the heads to fall to the ground before the four corpses slowly collapsed in a pool of blood. Four muffled sounds, four torches, extinguished at the same time.

At the same time, the wound on Lin Yizhi's left shoulder was gushing with blood, and the huge pain made Lin Yizhi lose the strength to raise his hand.

Cold sweat was like rain, and his face instantly turned much whiter.

Nangong Yijin shook his head and sighed: "Although this move has a good effect, and it also takes over the siege, it is not advisable to kill a thousand enemies and lose a hundred yourself!"

Originally, ten people were besieged, but now there are only four people left, these four people glanced at each other, and they all saw the fierceness in each other's eyes, and each roared, and the big knife slashed towards Lin Yizhi from four directions.

Lin Yizhi sneered and said, "I'm afraid you won't live long!"

After that, regardless of the two people on the left and behind him, the Chixiao Immortal Sword flashed continuously, and the sword shadow was like a mountain, and the people in front and on the right were forced back in an instant.

Before the people on the left and behind him could see the situation clearly, Lin Yizhi's Chixiao Immortal Sword suddenly drew a strange arc in midair, and the fierce flame light exploded instantly, roaring towards the people behind him.

"Poof-" The waist cut the man in two, and the man fell to the ground silently, and the Chixiao Immortal Sword kept going, splashing the blood of the first person, and continued to pounce forward.

"Poof-ah-" There was a scream, and the person on the right fell to the ground.

The two torches fell to the ground at the same time, and after the muffled sound, they were extinguished at the same time.

In the blink of an eye, the situation changed abruptly.

Of the ten besiegers, eight were killed, and only two remained.

The sound is mighty, and the thunder is great.

The last two were frightened by his thunderous methods, and they were just in a trance.

Lin Yizhi's figure suddenly hung up, like a long snake coming out of a hole, spinning and swords in mid-air.

The sword light flashed, and two swords were instantaneous.

The two swords were impartial, hitting both of them in the chest.

The two of them looked at each other in a daze, as if they had been shocked, only to see the incomparable horror on each other's faces.

Lin Yizhi's figure fell, "Bang Bang-" two feet.

The two corpses, which had been dead for a long time, fell down from their standing positions, and the torches were scattered, leaving only ashes.

If you don't kill, it's enough, if you kill, it's neat, and ten people will be killed in an instant.

"Oops!" The purple-clothed man screamed, "Okay, you Lin Yizhi, your methods are so ruthless!"

He yelled: "You guys go up together, and the corpses are divided by knives!"

"Brush, brush, brush-" The remaining nineteen hat assassins slashed at the same time, and for a while, the knives flashed again and again, and the murderous aura was overflowing.

"Kill—" Nineteen shouted at the same time.

Nineteen figures, each holding a torch, all swirled into the air.

The mid-air was full of fire, like a fire dragon.

In Lin Yizhi's eyes, nineteen big knives roared and fell from mid-air.

Lin Yizhi didn't care much, and with a loud roar, the Chixiao Immortal Sword swung like a fly, carrying the whole person's body, and rushed straight into the nineteen people who rushed towards him.

When people came out of the sword, the sword shadow burst, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, enveloping Lin Yizhi's body, and it was impossible to distinguish where Lin Yizhi's figure was and where Lin Yizhi's sword shadow was in an instant.

The sound of the sword whistle, the sword light.

Lin Yizhi's figure flew up and down, soared into the air, and suddenly rushed down at great speed, just like this, entangled with the big knives of nineteen people.

Half an hour passed. This half an hour is light to say, but for Lin Yizhi, it is longer than eternal life.

Lin Yizhi was already exhausted, and within half an hour, he couldn't remember how many times he went back and forth in the crowd, and he repeated a movement tirelessly.

Kill it, swing your sword, and hunt with sword light. Kill it again, swing your sword again, and the sword will shine awe-inspiringly.

Such monotonous repetition, as if endless, endless.

It's just that his body is getting slower and slower. Breathing is getting heavier and heavier.

The black clothes on his body were already stained with blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was the blood of those hat assassins or his own blood.

If it weren't for the last trace of thought to support him, I'm afraid Lin Yizhi would have fallen down at this time. It's just that this young man, with his innate stubbornness, is still standing in the dark, facing the nineteen hat killers whose cultivation may be a little stronger than himself, although the shattered body has been trembling uncontrollably.

This is an attrition, nineteen people can consume, but Lin Yizhi only has one.

Lin Yizhi is playing slower and slower, and he is playing slower and slower. The figure began to retreat incessantly.

The body was stained with blood, and the blood flowed like a stream.

Lin Yizhi felt that if he continued like this, he was afraid that he would die of exhaustion if he was not killed by them.

Abandon......

The thought slowly rose to my mind.

However, more than 100 undead souls here are looking at themselves! How can they give up?

It's my home, and every inch of land here has its own mark.

Even if you let the blood of the enemy and your own blood burn out under this foot, you will never give up!

He suddenly remembered that his master had said that until the end, don't give up lightly.

Yizhi, I am guarding your natal jade in the Pavilion of No Return, the jade is not broken, and the person will not die!

Master ......

"If the jade is not broken, the person will not die!" Lin Yizhi suddenly roared, his body shook, and he killed again in the blood wave in front of him.

However, such a struggle is tantamount to futility.

But in half a moment, he was attacked by these nineteen people again, and he was forced to retreat, and he was about to retreat into the courtyard.

If this is the case, all Lin Yizhi's insistence will be meaningless.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the ear, and the vicissitudes of life were incomparable: "People are swords, hearts are people, people are heartbeats, hearts and swords are one, Lin Yizhi, why don't you forget the sword moves?"

Lin Yizhi felt that this voice was very familiar, but in this situation, how could he think about it.

I had to think about what the voice said while retreating, and in a trance, I received two more blows on my legs, and the blood flowed nonstop.

Lin Yizhi's eyes lit up, and the Chixiao Immortal Sword in his hand was swinging slower and slower, and he was in danger of being forced by these nineteen people.

The familiar voice rose again: "Lin Yizhi, have you forgotten your sword moves?"

Lin Yizhi said loudly: "Forget ......"

"Forget the sword in your hand again...... There is no sword in the hand, but there is a sword in the heart!"

When Lin Yizhi heard this, he thought about it again, and the nineteen people flocked to it.

Lin Yizhi's figure was even slower, and he was forced to retreat again and again, and he retreated to the courtyard with one more sword.

The voice suddenly came: "Lin Yizhi, have you forgotten the sword in your hand?"

Lin Yizhi didn't answer, although it still seemed to be in danger, but he dodged in the middle of nowhere.

The voice never came again.

It's just that Nangong Yijin, who was hidden in the shadows, seemed to nod lightly with deep meaning.

Finally, Lin Yizhi had no way to retreat.

Suddenly, Lin Yizhi looked up to the sky and laughed!

With a clear roar, the Chixiao Immortal Sword burned like a hanging river above the nine heavens, the flames burst out, fell to the ground, and suddenly in the night in a moment, it suddenly became like a circle of light stained with fiery red, from the Chixiao Immortal Sword in his hand to the surroundings, like a phoenix of Nirvana, sweeping through this mundane world, in the dark night, leading to singing.

Countless trees and withered grass turned outward together, making a loud noise.

The nineteen hat-fighting assassins around them, screaming strangely, although there were those who tried their best to block, hurriedly raised their swords, the powerful Chixiao sword light spread out on all sides had already hit them, and in an instant, ten people and nine were lifted into the air, screaming again and again.

When it fell, those who had already died could no longer die, and the blood flowed like a river, along the potholes and unevenness of the ground, gathering and meandering, scattering and diffuse.

All thirty torches were finally extinguished.

The night, which had been illuminated as day, was once again in darkness at this moment.

Only the fire-like Chixiao Immortal Sword was coldly in Lin Yizhi's hands, as if it were eternal and would never be extinguished.

Lin Yizhi coldly pointed at the man in purple.

"Next...... It's you!"