Villain: This little brother can deal with him, if something happens, he will really do it

However, at this time, there was no time for him to think about it!

Murong Batian desperately used his spiritual power to resist the ice, and at the same time he was very anxious.

If this Yun Chujiu is really a cultivator of immortality, then he is no match for her at all.

Murong Batian had no choice but to target the puppets next to him. As long as they helped, there might be a chance to escape.

Those puppets also understood his thoughts and took action one after another.

However, the attacks of these puppets all fell on Murong Batian and could not harm Yun Chujiu at all.

Murong Ba’s lungs exploded!

What kind of monster is that woman?

Why doesn't all his spiritual power work?

However, now is not the time for him to think about these problems. He must escape as soon as possible while those puppets are entangled with Yun Chujiu.

Murong Batian rolled his eyes, looking as if he was dead, and shouted: #34; Yun Chujiu, do you want to kill me? Then kill me first! #34;

As he spoke, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, which splashed on the faces of the puppets.

#34;Ah--#34;

The puppets made pitiful screams, stopped attacking one after another, sat down on the ground, holding their heads and wailing in pain.

Murong Batian was secretly happy. Wasn't this bitch still no match for him?

When he was feeling proud, he suddenly felt that the scene in front of him was distorted. When he came back to his senses, he found himself in a fog.

In the fog, you can vaguely see something, but it is far away and cannot be seen clearly at all.

Murong Batian's heart sank. Are they trapped here and unable to get out? This is not good, he still has many treasures and secrets that he has not obtained, and he does not want to die here.

While trying to struggle, he looked around, hoping to find an exit.

However, nothing could be seen except fog. At this time, a biting cold wind blew, making him shiver all over.

Murong Batian gritted his teeth and decided to take a gamble. He suddenly threw a piece of clothing on the ground, and then completely covered his upper body.

Then, he sat cross-legged on the ground, preparing to adjust his breath to heal his injuries.

Murong Batian is worthy of being the direct disciple of the Great Elder of Black Xuanmen. Although his spiritual energy is consumed too much, he still has spiritual energy in his Dantian, and he can also absorb spiritual energy to replenish his spiritual energy.

Yun Chujiu stared at Murong Batian not far away, with a strange arc at the corner of her mouth.

Her fingers trembled slightly, and she took out some medicinal materials from the storage ring and threw them into the icy rain.

When Murong Batian saw this, his expression became even more gloomy.

What on earth does this woman want to do?

At this moment, Murong Batian glanced at the names of those medicinal materials from the corner of his eyes: #34; Tianhancao, Wuyehua, Passion Lotus... These medicinal herbs are all fifth-level elixirs. This Yun Chujiu, is he an alchemist? Or a weapon refiner? #34;

The more Murong Batian thought about it, the more uneasy he became. He couldn't care less now, so he just had to fight to the death!

Thinking about it, he shook his sleeves, took out a few elixirs and swallowed them into his stomach, then started to use his skills and continued to adjust his breath and recover.

Not long after, the spiritual power in Murong Batian's body had recovered to about 90%. Although it had not reached its peak state, it was not too far off.

He was about to try the power of his swordsmanship again when he suddenly saw Yun Chujiu taking out several small porcelain bottles, opening the bottle caps, pouring out the powder inside and sprinkling it on him.

#34;Hiss--#34;

Murong Batian took a breath. The powder seemed to have a corrosive effect, and it exuded an extremely strong smell.

Murong Batian's skin quickly began to fester, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a skull-like being.

Murong Batian was rolling on the ground in pain, and the bones on his cheeks were shattered inch by inch.

He felt that his life was passing away, and with the loss of life, his soul seemed to have turned into a dead tree and might be extinguished at any time.

At this moment, Murong Batian was completely panicked.

This female devil is simply a madman!

His strength is not as good as hers, but her methods make him unable to guard against her. He must find a way to escape!

As Murong Batian's thoughts were racing, he suddenly thought of something and quickly took out a jade talisman from his arms.

He bit his finger, squeezed out a few drops of blood and dripped it on it.

#34;Boom! #34;

After a loud noise, the entire cave shook, and Murong Batian's figure also disappeared amid the tremor.

After Murong Batian's body and soul disappeared, Yun Chujiu took out another dark green stone.

Complex runes were engraved on the surface of the stone. After Yun Chujiu drew them three times in a row, the runes on the stone slowly faded.

At this time, Yun Chujiu saw that the group of zombies had returned to normal.

A smile flashed across Yun Chujiu's lips. It turned out that she had already laid the trap and was waiting for Murong Batian to get in!

Murong Batian's sea of ​​consciousness was in chaos, and his eyes were pitch black.

He knew that he must have fallen into a trap, and he hated Yun Chujiu in his heart, but there was nothing he could do.

#34;Yun Chujiu, I, the Murong family, are at odds with you! #34;

Murong Batian bit the tip of his tongue and forced himself to wake up. He is still alive. As long as he has time, one day he will find a chance to take revenge.

Yun Chujiu sneered when he heard this: Who do you think you are? Are you a bird? ! Do you think that with these things, the Murong family can walk sideways in the Lingluo world? Tell you, dream!

When you die, I will definitely let you die clearly. #34;

#34;Yun Chujiu, I curse you to never find the exit and be trapped here forever!

Also, I curse your parents to never have children!

Hahaha! #34;

Yun Chujiu glared at him coldly: #34;Shut up! You are not allowed to slander them. My parents were the best parents and I was the best kid. #34;

When Murong Batian heard this, he couldn't help but sneer: #34;No matter how good your parents are, it can't change the fact that they are useless. Even if you are better than others, you will not be my opponent.

I advise you to just surrender and be captured, so as not to suffer physical pain, what do you think? #34;

#34;Haha, it’s so funny, would I be afraid of you? What a joke! Today, let me give you a ride. #34;

Murong Batian saw the arrogance on Yun Chujiu's face, and felt even more angry. He had no spiritual power now, and Yun Chujiu could definitely kill him easily.

In this case, why should he beg for mercy? !

He bit the tip of his tongue, sprayed out an arrow of blood, and then threw the bottle onto the snow.

The moment the bottle touched the snow, a green vine sprang out and wrapped the bottle in it.

When Murong Batian saw this, he felt relieved.