Chapter 107 The Old Master

Nan Songzi widened her eyes. Although the female cultivator still had a beautiful face, her expression and demeanor were completely unfamiliar. He forced his uncontrollable emotions and covered his lower abdomen, and his eyes were almost protruding:

"You are not Tao Rong!"

"Tao Rong? Are you talking about her?"

The tone of the purple cultivator's voice also changed. Like her laughter, it was a little nasal sound, low and pleasant. When you listen carefully, it seemed to have a clanging sound of gold and iron, which was very special.

She smiled and stretched out her hand, shook it, and the air around her suddenly fluctuated. Then a head that was still stained with blood was held in her hand and swayed slightly. The vaguely identifiable face of the head was exactly the same as her, but it was twisted by fear.

The girl in purple carries a beautiful woman's head. Such a strange scene suddenly appears in front of people. The impact is too strong, and everyone on the lake is stunned again for a moment.

Soon, Murong Qingyan turned her face away and sighed very lowly.

Nan Songzi's eyes were almost about to break. He was also a cruel person, but he never had the habit of carrying the head that killed the enemy with him.

Who is this woman?

He thought so and asked so. But the female cultivator in purple only pointed at him with her sharp chin:

"A chromogen without eggs deserves to know?"

It was not until this time that Nan Songzi realized that the wound on his lower abdomen was simply fatal to him.

When he could avoid this, he went crazy, and his thrilling emotions rushed into his brain, squeezing his head almost exploded, but it was still heart-wrenching laughter. Not only that, his body was trembling uncontrollably, and every muscle, bone, skin and flesh were taken out of control. He almost had to dance and sway to relieve this impulse.

As a practitioner, he still has similar experience: "Being possessed by the devil? How could I be possessed by the devil?"

At first, Nan Songzi thought that there was something wrong with the evil method he practiced, but he quickly denied it. He had already felt that it was not that he had a problem with it, but that the "big hole true talisman" he swallowed into his stomach, emitting layers of heat, spreading into his limbs and bones, and the mouth and nose were filled with fragrance, which was extremely strange.

"This is, this is..."

The purple cultivator looked at him and smiled softly, "Don't worry, this time it's not the soul fragrance, it's the purest 'one dream return'!"

A low voice flowed in the air, and the metal tone inside became clearer, like a saw, inserted into Nan Songzi's throat, blocking him so much that he couldn't speak.

Nan Songzi is not a fool, and now he doesn't understand that this woman must have been invisible early. It is very likely that it was his first time to escape, meet Tao Rong, and return to awaken. The woman killed Tao Rong in this gap, changed her appearance, and played a show with Murong Qingyan, and deceived him to death.

Now I think about it, isn’t the best explanation for the female cultivator’s movements on her hands and face after she seized the talisman?

Nan Songzi gasped heavily, and he understood a lot, but he could not understand one thing: Where did this woman come from? How could this person have something that even Murong Qingyan could not get?

"'Yi Meng Go' was collected in the East China Sea, but it is not a specialty of Feihun City."

The person who spoke was Murong Qingyan. The female cultivator who had been silent for a long time walked up slowly to clear Nan Songzi's doubts and tortured him to pieces.

A very deadly name came into his buzzing ears:

"The East China Sea Luosha Sect!"

Murong Qingyan said this: "It's so that you can find out that this is the Dharma-speaking envoy of the East China Sea Rakshasa Sect..."

The purple-clothed cultivator interrupted her: "Now it is just a master of the division of the sect."

As she said that, she didn't need Murong Qingyan to introduce her, but instead smiled at Nan Songzi, "Remember clearly, I'm the name Chiyin. If you want to come to seek revenge in the next life, don't forget it!"

Rakshasa Sect!

Nan Songzi was born in the Xiyu League, and of course he knew that this Rakshasa Sect was a huge sect on the East China Sea adjacent to the Xiyu League. Perhaps it was not as powerful as the combined power of the thousands of sects of the Xiyu League. However, the magic and magic in the sect were strange and strange. The gods worshipped were also said to have boundless magical powers, and they often revealed their clones and showed miraculous magical powers. Even the top figure in this world should give in three points.

Therefore, even if Feihun City itself is a sect with several sects in the world and backed by the Xiyu Alliance, it can only be divided into the East China Sea with the Rakshasa Sect and does not violate each other. What's so strange about such a large sect and sect that dominates the East China Sea, and has a "Dream Return" of one and a half yuan?

Thinking of this, Nan Songzi suddenly laughed, and the last flame of hope was extinguished.

Youdao is a sin that cannot survive. Why did the original good situation become like this? "A Dream Return" is indeed a rare domineering poisonous incense in this world. It is the most exciting fire of heart and damages the soul. But if he still responds with the true evil of Senluo, he will not be able to fight back at all.

It wasn't because he was fascinated by the big cave talisman, and he was eager to grab the talisman to make achievements, using the already incomplete evil method, and then he thought he could wisely swallow the treasure talisman he had obtained into his stomach. With the internal and external agitation, the evil spirit of the inner demon was out of control, causing the backlash of evil power, and the source of the poisonous incense was locked in his stomach, which was impossible to even remove it!

Look at the expressions of the woman opposite, I'm afraid even they didn't expect this result!

But if he wants to die like this, he can't!

With a certain idea, Nan Songzi roared, and his body, which had already grown a little bigger, swelled again. His eyes were gone, and his pupils were all red like blood.

Both female cultivators saw that something was wrong. The short sword that had just cut Nan Songzi's lower abdomen in the purple cultivator flew out instantly, turning into a sharp and sharp light, and taking Nan Songzi's head straight.

Nan Songzi raised his left arm to block it, and with a "hiss", the sword light cut the flesh and bones, almost cutting off his entire upper arm, but it was only almost the same. The blood mist squirted out, and the short sword was locked at the wound, buzzing and trembling, but could not move.

Completely ignoring the disability on his body, Nan Songzi widened his eyes, and several figures on the lake were imprinted in his eyes one by one, and were firmly engraved in his soul by him. Then he laughed, and amid the laughter, the two female cultivators flew back at the same time.

The "bang" sounded muffled, and Nan Songzi's body burst into pieces, and the blood mist and flesh crumbs splattered on all sides. The red mist around instantly dyed a deeper layer. That's not all. The faint shadows flying in the red mist swarmed out of the flesh and blood flower, carrying the strong inner demonic aura and attacked everyone on the lake.

Murong Qingyan didn't say a word, turned around and flew to the other side where Meng Wei and Yu Ci were. The female cultivator in purple snorted and drew a few fingers in front of her. The faint shadows that pounced on her suddenly lost their target, circled around, and finally sumbrellas and swallowed them, making a mess.

However, after such delay, the red mist in the sky rolled up and turned into a dim rainbow light, sweeping towards the southern sky.

"The soul is out of its orifice?"

The female cultivator in purple sneered: "I really think that if she has no physical body, then the 'Dream Return' can no longer be contaminated?"

Not to mention her mocking here, Murong Qingyan protected Meng Wei and Yu Ci before those empty shadows arrived. Without Nan Songzi's control, these evil things were fierce, but not too difficult to deal with, and were quickly killed.

Meng Wei was just hit by the "Slaying God" and was seriously injured, but her appearance was not obvious. Seeing Murong Qingyan back to protect him, she thanked him softly, but she was not particularly sarcastic. In her heart, it was natural for friends to help each other, and there was no need to make a fuss.

Murong Qingyan nodded at her and looked to the other side. There, Yu Ci still had a head appearing, staring at the purple figure in front of her in a daze.

He had been staring at this back for a long time and had not found any similarities to any of the memories.

But, what did she just call herself?

Red Yin?

Murong Qingyan didn't think much, but thought that the young man had not yet come back from the situation there, and smiled and stretched out his hand: "Is this junior brother okay?"

Yu Ci was still a little dazed, so she reached out and asked her to pull it out of the water. At the same time, she instinctively added a divine talisman to herself, and stood on the water with the power of the talisman.

"What a smooth talisman."

Murong Qingyan praised lightly and let go of her hand. Only then did Yu Ci notice the remaining soft touch on his hand. He was stunned for a moment, but heard Meng whispering:

"Nan Songzi..."

"If he thought that he could escape the power of the 'Dream Return' by giving up his body, then he was destined to be desperate."

Murong Qingyan said lightly and said nothing more. It seemed that she was not in a good mood.

But soon, a smile appeared on her bright and unparalleled face: "Come on, Junior Sister Meng, I will introduce a friend to you. Speaking of which, you are now close neighbors..."

"Why should I recommend it? It's Mengwei, the "Flawless Sword" of the Lichen Sect's Precepts Department, and I have long admired the name."

The voice of the purple-clothed cultivator crossed the lake, and the sound of the sound was loud: "I am Chi Yin, the master of the Xuanyin Sect in the Cliff City. I am entrusted to the rule of your sect. I will rely on my breath in the future. I have seen it here first."

That being said, the female cultivator who stepped onto the water had a dull expression or even alienated expression, so how could she have the slightest reluctance to others?

And here, Meng Wei, who has always been observing the truth and knowing etiquette, looked a little indifferent, but he just maintained the etiquette and said, "Master Chiyin."

Seeing that the two of them looked a little strange, Murong Qingyan immediately understood and patted her forehead: "I am not considerate, and your two families are a little disagreement in recent years!"

She was a beautiful woman who was so charming that she was slapped on her forehead, and she looked surprisingly beautiful, and a slightly annoyed and helpless emotion was conveyed appropriately. Even Yu Ci, who was very worried, glanced at her and secretly praised the woman for knowing how to ease the atmosphere.

However, his attention then turned back.

He saw the light twisted around the purple cultivator who was walking towards him. As soon as people saw the light, the image of the purple cultivator faded away, and a strange woman with a taller figure and long eyebrows came out of it, but the breath was no different from that of the purple cultivator.

"The Rakshasa illusion method is indeed well-known."

This is Murong Qingyan's praise, and even Meng Wei must admit this.

Yu Ci pursed her lips tightly, with only one thought in her mind:

It's been a long time since I was a Red Yin Fairy!
Chapter completed!