In the dark, the voice of Wan Bodang, the soul hooking magic flute, came again: "What's wrong with Ye Yingli?......"

He Jiuzhong was so surprised that a somewhat stammering voice came: "Boss...... She's ...... Holy aunt!"

"What holy aunt...... The Holy Aunt of the Ye Sun Sect is not the Holy Aunt of my Blood Feather Temple, I am afraid that she will do ......"

"I ......" He Jiuzhong was speechless for a while. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ye Yingli was fighting with those people from the Nine Heavens Emperor Jue Palace, while listening to the conversation between the two, she probably knew in her heart what kind of temperament these three people were, that Soul Hooking Demon Flute Wan Bodang should be the leader among the remnants of the Blood Feather Temple now, and in their shrinking Wailao Mountain, it should be said that it is the same. He Jiuzhong, who was holding a sickle, was afraid that he was the least courageous, and he was nothing more than not pretending to be horizontal and talking nonsense.

It's the old Yin and Yang Dao who uses the dark red short sword magic weapon, and he hasn't said a word since the fight.

Ye Yingli knew that the old Dao of Yin and Yang was actually not a person from the Blood Feather Temple at first, but a demon Dao cultivator, and his own strength was not bad, but a person was too miserable in the cultivation realm, and now that he was hundreds of years old, he mixed a magic weapon, that is, the red short sword, and the power of the short sword was only general, but he had no money and no power, and this short sword had already made him a treasure. In the end, he was really desperate, so he went to Ailao Mountain to join the gang.

But this yin and yang old way is just trapped in the magic weapon that is not in hand, if there is a good magic weapon, I am afraid that it is the highest mana among the three people.

Yin and Yang old Tao cultivation is mixed, in addition to their own demon cultivation, there are more or less some decent Taoist methods of vomiting, therefore, the demon is yin, is yang, with the nickname of this yin and yang old way.

One is that he is usually used to being alone, so he has a withdrawn personality and few words, and the other is that this old Dao has been able to cultivate the true realm for many years, and how many times he has escaped under the round-up of the righteous path, and his scheming is also quite deep.

Therefore, on the surface, Wan Bodang and He Jiuzhong said lively, and the old way of yin and yang did not say a word, but in fact, this old way of yin and yang was hidden in the dark, and the dark red blood mist short sword appeared from time to time, Ye Yingli understood that nine times out of ten, the old way of yin and yang was looking for an opportunity for a sudden attack.

Since, then He Jiuzhong is as timid as a mouse, it is better to scare him again, and scare away one by one.

After settling on the subject, Ye Yingli sneered: "The holy aunt of the remnants of the bloody feather temple, I am not uncommon, but what a big sickle, when I came out of the sect, my father Ye Ri Shenjun asked me to tell you, I will go to Ailao Mountain to ask you for a few cups of tea in a few days......"

This time, He Jiuzhong, who was in the dark, was frightened, put away the weeding sickle that looked awkward, and threw down a sentence: "Boss Wan, Niu Nose, you two will take it first, and I will have diarrhea ......"

After speaking, no matter how Wan Bodang scolded him in the back, he turned around and fled without a trace.

Of course, Lin Yizhi and the others really can't see these things, they can only see a darkness.

But there was suddenly one less magic weapon floating in the dark, and there was the sound of footsteps fading away in the dark, they could still guess an approximation.

Lin Yizhi's opponents became two, and he suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. But Ye Yingli's voice suddenly came from his ears: "Lin Yizhi, don't be careless, these two are not easy to deal with." In fact, what I'm most worried about is not these people, you fight with these two people, and Xuan Yu and I are facing the people of the Nine Heavens Emperor Jue Palace, and now they are basically evenly matched, but have you noticed that there are two people missing!"

When Lin Yizhi heard this, his heart moved, and he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

Lijia and Su Zhi!

These two people only said a few words at the beginning, and since the fight began, they have never found any clues about the two, even when He Jiuzhong left, Su Zhi didn't even keep them.

The two most dangerous people seemed to have disappeared into the darkness out of thin air.

At this moment, there was a neat cry in the darkness, and Huang Mang raised at the same time, and the killers of the Nine Heavens Emperor Jue Hall launched a new round of offensive again.

Ye Yingli snorted coldly, and the acacia buckled with powder, and fought with the assassin in the dark.

Lin Yizhi didn't have time to say anything to remind, Wan Bodang's yellow flute drew an arc in the darkness and pounced on Lin Yizhi again.

The speed was so fast that Lin Yizhi almost didn't have time to react. Immediately, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

In a critical moment, Lin Yizhi roared, his hands shook, and the whole person floated upward, dissolving into the churning fireworks of the Chixiao Immortal Sword.

The yellow flute did not leave any room for it, and in mid-air it turned a corner, and rushed up from the soles of its feet, not only that, but the flute suddenly came out with a flute sound, and the flute sound became stronger, and the sound was obscure and ethereal, and it was extremely unpleasant.

However, in a moment, Lin Yizhi felt that his three souls and seven spirits seemed to be hooked by the flute sound, and the whole person was in a trance, and even the Chixiao Immortal Sword in his hand felt a lot heavier, not only that, Lin Yizhi felt that his heart was pounding, his heart seemed to be about to jump out, and the qi and blood in his body were surging, and it was as uncomfortable as turning over the river and the sea.

"Don't listen to his flute, concentrate on fighting with them!" Nangong Yijin's voice came with some anxiety, "This surnamed Wan is just this disgusting, which is why he is called the Soul Hooking Magic Flute!" Lin Yi's heart was shocked, and he secretly used the Anxiety Wuji Dao to resist Wan Bodang's magic flute's attack on his divine soul, and urged the Chixiao Immortal Sword with one hand, dancing up and down, and for a while, the flames were boiling and surging.

He had just been holding the magic flute above his head for only a moment, when he suddenly heard that the evil wind was not good, and then he realized that at some point, the old man of yin and yang, who had not spoken, sacrificed a dark red blood mist short sword and stabbed straight up from under him.

Lin Yizhi snorted coldly: "Demon, dare to sneak attack!"

There was a magic flute on it and a short sword on it, Lin Yizhi's whole body trembled slightly, he didn't have time to think about it anymore, his body shrunk, and he chanted a spell in his mouth, and the Chixiao Immortal Sword suddenly rose into flames that soared into the sky, enveloping him.

Two loud noises that came out almost simultaneously sounded above Lin Yizhi's head and feet, and the enemy's two magic weapons rushed back. The Chixiao Immortal Sword trembled in the air, Lin Yizhi's body flew back upside down, gasping for breath, his heart almost stopped beating at that moment, and in that moment of hallucination, he almost subconsciously thought that he saw the Chixiao Immortal Sword crack into pieces.

But fortunately, this Chixiao Immortal Sword is after all the magic weapon of Lu Wujian when he was young, although it has been shelved by Lu Wujian for a long time, it is actually extremely tough and intact, but looking at the flying sword magic flute, the light is dim, and most of it is damaged. But having said that, the Chixiao Immortal Sword was hit hard by this, and the flames that protected Lin Yizhi also dispersed.

Lin Yizhi didn't care much, and was about to recall the Chixiao Immortal Sword, when suddenly a sharp pain in his shoulder came, half of his body was weak, and his mind was blank. Lowering his head, he only saw a small dark red sword emerging from his chest and shoulder, piercing out, and the red blood gushed out incessantly.

In the darkness, the voice of the old Yin and Yang Dao sounded gloomily: "Monkey cub, do you think that I only have one short sword but I don't know that it can transform into a clone?

Lin Yizhi realized that he had been fooled, and he hated the meanness and shamelessness of the old way of yin and yang.

Lin Yizhi looked down and saw that on the short sword, the original dark red color seemed to light up at this moment, as if he had smelled blood and woke up.

He groaned lowly, and wanted to reach out and pull out the short sword, but between him bowing his head, he suddenly felt that not far from him, a gust of yin wind was blowing, Lin Yizhi thought that the old way of yin and yang was going to sneak attack again, and just about to abandon this short sword and summon the Chixiao Immortal Sword to defend himself, he felt that his back sank. It was as if a hand had been slashed at his shoulder.

Lin Yizhi was shocked, and then he realized that a person had climbed on his back, and this person was still squeezing his shoulder with his fingers.

The fingers on the back are too strong, and the nails of each finger have not been trimmed for many years, sharp and sharp. The two hands were three points into the bone, and they were completely embedded in Lin Yizhi's shoulders.

In an instant, the blood flowed like an infusion, and the severe pain hit Lin Yizhi's body. Lin Yizhi wanted to throw the person behind him hard, but as soon as he got lucky, he felt dizzy and powerless to shake off the demon behind him. In addition to the pain, the wound hit by the short sword also had a bone-eroding numbness at this moment, but I was afraid that there was still poison on it. Out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't see the face of the demon behind him, only the hands he clutched tightly on his shoulders, dry and filthy, and smelly.

In the distance, there was a burst of wild laughter, and it was Wan Bodang's voice: "You old way, I have spent so much effort to achieve you! Don't you say that you only like the essence and blood of virgins!"

Only then did Lin Yizhi understand that the person who climbed on his back was the old man of yin and yang.

Yin Yang Lao Dao sneered: "This kid is free from worries and has sucked his essence and blood, which is worth hundreds of virgins!"

After that, he said in Lin Yizhi's ear with compassion: "Monkey cub, this is your own death, I will not be polite!

Before Lin Yizhi could react to the meaning of his words, he understood from his actions, only to see that the demon in the shadow actually opened his big mouth, and two huge fangs as sharp as beasts appeared in Lin Yizhi's eyes,

At this time, the old yin and yang in front of Lin Yizhi was still human, and it was clearly like a demon beast.

When it was too late, the fangs fell quickly, and with a click, it bit effortlessly on Zhang Xiaofan's left collarbone, and in an instant, it penetrated through the collarbone, and the fangs came out through the bone.

Blood trickled down Lin Yizhi's neck.

Ye Yingli and Xuan Yu saw that the situation was not good and wanted to help, but they had no choice but to be entangled in their legs, and they were surrounded by the killers of the Nine Heavens Emperor Jue Hall and could not get out.

There was only one Nangong Yijin left, jumping in the corner.

The old way of yin and yang went down in one bite, and did not delay any longer, like a gluttonous feast, sucking blood in a big gulp.

Lin Yizhi was extremely frightened, but he felt that the blood in his whole body was surging towards his neck, and then at the collarbone, it leaked clean like an hourglass.

Lin Yizhi's body had a feeling of lightness, and the strength of his whole body slowly dissipated, and even Chixiao in mid-air was powerless to support him and fell.

Chixiao fell from the top of his head, and when he landed in front of him, he emitted a faint flame, and he seemed to be a little unwilling. Lin Yizhi endured the severe pain and grabbed it.

At this moment, Lin Yizhi suddenly felt that in the depths of his soul, a long-lost cold feeling like an old friend and a nightmare slowly overflowed.

The cold feeling overflowed from the soul, and it was out of control, and in an instant, it swept through the killing and bloodthirsty bloodthirst, like a rage, through Lin Yizhi's entire body.

At this moment, if anyone sees it, it is not difficult to find that Lin Yizhi's pupils are already a cold blue.

The old yin and yang Dao was feasting happily, but suddenly he felt that the originally hot blood that was sucked into his mouth was instantly cold for some reason. In an instant, it seemed that he was going to freeze his primordial spirit.

I couldn't help but scream: "What's the matter, I'm dead!"

Lin Yi knew in his heart that his Silent Demon Heart was quietly running without warning.

It's just that what puzzled Lin Yizhi was that once the Silent Demon Heart was running in the past, although he would be much stronger in an instant, his mind was also controlled by the Silent Demon Heart, and even if he woke up in the end, it was as if he had died once.

But this time, apart from the same familiar sense of killing and bloodlust, his sanity was not taken away by the Silent Demon Heart in the slightest.

Lin Yizhi didn't have time to think about it, he attributed this change to the fact that his Sorrowless Infinite Dao had already reached the realm of Jindan, and he might restrain the backlash of the Demon Destroying Heart against him.

The old man of yin and yang screamed, his body left Lin Yizhi, and landed on the ground behind him, spitting out the blood on Lin Yizhi's body that he didn't have time to swallow. He felt that if he swallowed one more bite, he would be frozen to death by the ice in his blood.

Then the light of his own dark red dagger made him feel terrified when he saw the scene before him.

The blood of Lin Yizhi that he spit out by himself was no longer the red when he first inhaled it, but a strange blue that he had never seen before, the color was like a living thing, as if staring at himself coldly, flashing with a faint cold.

"This ...... What is this! This monkey cub is not a human being!" He said as he wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand, but when he raised his hand to look, his hand was also covered with Lin Yizhi's blood left in the corner of his mouth.

However, in the same way, this blood is also blue.

Although Lin Yizhi got rid of the old way of yin and yang, the two big holes on the collarbone were shocking, not only that, but from that hole, there was still bubbling blue blood.

Lin Yizhi couldn't hear any sound from the outside world at this moment, and the bloodthirsty and killing sensation hit over and over again, surging like a tide. Finally, he couldn't control it anymore, raised his left hand to the sky, raised his left hand, and raised the last bit of strength in his body, like a trapped beast fighting, and grabbed it fiercely towards the chest of the panicked Yin Yang Old Dao.

Lin Yizhi's fingers were not sharp, and the last strength was not very sufficient, but at this moment, he regarded the flesh and blood of the Yin Yang Old Dao as tofu, and as soon as he touched it, it was as if he had grabbed it into cotton, and the fingers of his left hand were inserted into the chest of the Yin and Yang Lao Dao like a bamboo.

"Ahh

With a miserable scream, Yin Yang Lao Dao's body trembled as if he couldn't believe it, looking at Lin Yizhi's left hand that ran through his entire heart, "You..... You!"

Lin Yizhi's voice was as cold as iron: "You sucked me, and now I want you to repay it a hundred times and a thousand times!"

In the dark, like the low sneer of the Nine Demons, and like the heartbeat of someone in the dark, Lin Yizhi inserted the left hand of the Yin Yang Old Dao's chest, and felt his heartbeat wave after wave, like the flow of blood, and like the cheers of demons!

All the light stopped at that moment, and all the fighting stopped.

Everyone saw that the red blood gushing in the body of the Yin and Yang Old Dao was like a tide, converging into a blood stream, slowly flowing out of the body, and then all of them were infused into Lin Yizhi's atrium.

The two of them were connected by such a blood path, but they belonged to the half of the Yin and Yang Old Dao, and the blood was red, while near Lin Yizhi's side, the blood was blue.

Cool blue,

Slaughtering blue,

Pure blue.

Lin Yizhi's eyes gradually became blurred. Endless blue rays, like a tide, rushed over.

At the moment when the tide blue engulfed Lin Yizhi and the old way of yin and yang, Lin Yizhi saw a scene that he could never forget in his life under his semi-comatose consciousness.

Yin Yang Lao Dao's face, which was originally wrinkled but still full, dried up in a moment, and the flesh turned into dry skin, attached to the bones.

The next moment, blue surrounded him.