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Chapter 922 The Cleansing of the Demon Cult 818

In addition to uttering harsh words, the running killer didn't forget to look back, spitting blood while spitting.

As a result, while talking, I looked back...

"Um??!!"

His eyes almost popped out of his sockets, Ye Zhi, who had been thrown off by him, had chased him not far behind at some point, and the distance was still getting closer.

"How is your qinggong so good?!"

He blurted out directly, and seeing that the distance between the two sides was getting closer, he suddenly didn't care about hiding his clumsiness, sank into his dantian, stomped hard on the ground with his toes, and his speed increased again.

"Hey, unfortunately, my qinggong is better."

He chuckled, and proudly turned his head and raised his eyebrows at Ye Zhi.

Unexpectedly, Ye Zhi, who was about to catch up but was suddenly pulled away, not only didn't feel sad, but imitated his frightened appearance, and even raised his eyebrows. The big smile on his face was worse than his. se.

What do you mean?
Is there anything wrong with the Demon Cult's Right Protector?
Everyone ran away, but she was still happy?

As soon as the killer had this idea, he heard a voice in his ear: "Oh~ So you just pretended to be injured..."

Sound is close at hand.

The killer realized this, and ran all the way to let out the breath he raised in fright, and began to fall from the sky on the spot.

Ye Feng shook his head helplessly: "Is the psychological endurance so low?"

He reached out and grabbed the killer in the direction where the killer fell, and the invisible force directly lifted the killer, thinking that he would be seriously injured if he didn't die, and the killer was slowly frozen in the air.

Ye Zhi also finally arrived, listening to Brother Ye talking to himself, couldn't help laughing.

"This is not a low psychological endurance, it is obviously Brother Ye, you are more scary!"

She joked a bit, and by the way, rested her chin with her hand, looking at the killer who was dragged in mid-air only by her inner body, the right protector fell into deep self-doubt: "Is the internal strength of the left protector so high?"

She can't do this at all, and it's reasonable to suspect that the leader of the Demon Cult can't do it so easily.

So is Guardian Zuo's internal strength too high, or is Brother Ye too powerful?
Ye Zhi stretched out her finger to touch the blood from the corner of the killer's mouth, and in return the big parrot pecked angrily: "Dirty, are you!!"

Ye Zhi smiled flatteringly, but she didn't wipe her hands clean. Instead, she put them under her nose and smelled them: "It's a bit like the fragrance of plants."

The blood that kept spitting out from the corner of the killer's mouth wasn't blood at all.

"What's this made of? Tomatoes? Strawberries? It doesn't look like it."

Ye Zhi fell into deep curiosity.

She is interested in the plants that make blood, and Ye Feng naturally took over the duty of interrogating the killer.

"You were not injured at all, but you pretended to be injured and left. Are you trying to set things up?"

"Oh, yes, it's unnecessary to ask this question." Ye Feng knew directly from the killer's reaction that what he said was the truth, a smart person would know it at a glance, and there was no need to ask more.

"Then why don't you tell me, who told you to do this? How did you sneak into the Devil's Cult?"

The devil's sect is heavily guarded, and there are so many disciples in the sect, the general masters of the rivers and lakes can't get in at all.

Like this killer, his skill is not so good, it is absolutely impossible for him to sneak into the residence of the Right Guardian without disturbing the demon disciples patrolling outside.

This is already halfway up the Fuyun Mountain where the Devil's Cult is located, not the foot of the mountain where the Zuo Dharma is located, so it's not that easy to go up.

(End of this chapter)