After falling from the devil, the villain leader quit her job

Ye Wangyou stood there without moving.

There is boundless darkness in front of my eyes, and I can't see my fingers.

Just when Ye Wangyou squinted her eyes and became impatient, her surroundings suddenly lit up.

The surrounding scene is very familiar, it is clearly Lei Feng.

But Leifeng at this time was completely different from the green rolling mountains in her impression.

The trees on the mountain were burning violently, and the ground was full of deep pits smashed by raging demonic energy, with blood stains on the sides of the pits.

Shen Xiaobai was lying in a deep pit at an unbelievable angle, with his head tilted to one side, and the blood under his body snaked like a twisted snake, converging into a shocking pool of blood.

It dyed red the pills scattered on the ground beside it.

The young man who was as enthusiastic as the fire in the past lay silently on the ground, his chest didn't even rise and fall.

Ye Wangyou's chest choked violently.

The calm heart instantly clenched into a ball.

who? !

who did it? !

Who is the murderer? !

Subconsciously, she wanted to go to the second senior brother's side and sniff his breath.

But she suddenly realized that she couldn't feel the existence of her own body at all.

Ye Wangyou lowered his head in shock.

She has no body.

She is like a floating soul, from the perspective of God, coldly observing the familiar faces below, struggling to die one by one.

Shen Xiaobai's next one is Wei Qinghuai.

The phantom of the green dragon he summoned was instantly shattered by a heavy hammer, and the young man held his chest and vomited blood.

The thin figure of the spirit beast master had no time to avoid it, and was instantly swallowed by the hurricane brought by the hammer.

hammer?

Like a drowning person, Ye Wangyou stretched out her hand and grabbed the air hard. She wanted to break through the fog in front of her eyes and see clearly who the person who invaded Leifeng and hurt her fellow disciples was.

But she couldn't see clearly.

That person has only a blurred back.

Indistinctly, it is a woman.

It was a woman carrying a pair of big hammers.

until--

Wei Qinghuai stretched out his hand with difficulty on the verge of death.

His eyes were clear, looking at the woman who killed him in front of him, there was no trace of resentment in his affectionate peach blossom eyes, only a hint of pleading.

"Sister..."

"Senior sister...you wake up..."

The young man in the pool of blood finally grasped the corner of his senior sister's coat with difficulty, and he clenched his hands in embarrassment with the remaining weak strength, as if grabbing the last straw: "...don't be controlled by her..." , Senior Sister... Please wake up..."

Ye Wangyou, who was trying to listen attentively, flickered for a moment, and her vision finally got what she wanted.

Moved to the other side.

She froze in place.

She sees clearly...

She saw the murderer clearly.

The man had the same face as hers.

Or rather, it was her.

The man's bluish-white cheongsam was stained with blood spattered from his fellow disciples.

The moment he saw it clearly, Ye Wangyou was uncontrollably sucked into the body of the woman who looked exactly like her.

The cultivation base that was suppressed by the forbidden air of the asking level recovered instantly, and the devil energy filled in her body instantly burned the pain in her heart, making her unable to bear to bend down.

The sledgehammer in the palm of the hand is unprecedentedly light.

Ye Wangyou opened his eyes slightly.

Magical energy? !

Why is there magic in her body? !

Before she could react, Ye Wangyou realized that she had lost control of her body.

The blood-dripping hammer in his hand was slowly lifted up uncontrollably, and black devilish energy entangled with each other.

She can feel it without taking a shot.

This hammer carried great power.

Not for protection, but for slaughter.

Killing her most cherished friends like family.

The woman with Ye Wangyou's face looked at the humble Wei Qinghuai in front of her coldly, trying to reach out and grab her clothes, and somehow begged her to wake up.

A dark light flashed in her cold eyes.

The big hammer in his hand broke Wei Qinghuai's outstretched hand mercilessly in the next second.

Ye Wangyou was trapped in this body that stood up to him but was not under his control.

Can't escape, can't struggle.

She could only look desperately at the first-person perspective, watching her hand raise the big hammer and smash it at Wei Qinghuai who was close in front of her.

"stop!"

"Stop!!"

Ye Wangyou shouted silently.

But no one heard her plea.

Ye Wangyou struggled to remember in a trance, this seemed to be an illusion.

Are they all fake? !

She is on the questioning stage, and she still has a jade tablet that can be crushed.

but--

What about jade tokens?

She couldn't even control her hand to touch her pocket, and could only clenched the big hammer that was swinging at her companion in vain.

No jade token?

Ye Wangyou became more and more in a trance as he thought deeply.

Is it really an illusion?

In front of her eyes, the woman's white blood-stained hand was raised again, aiming at not far away, kneeling on one knee, with a cold and helpless expression.

There are many kinds, but only young people who have no hatred.

He was wearing coarse linen clothes, and his face was mottled with blood. He didn't look in the slightest distress, but instead carried a broken aesthetic feeling that was dirty and blasphemy.

Xie Yue's hand holding the Langhao pen trembled uncontrollably.

He couldn't lift his hand, so he could only hold it in his mouth, and spread out a piece of blood-red talisman with difficulty.

The tip of the pen landed on the talisman paper and tapped.

The look of despair on Xie Yue's face became heavier.

Out of ink.

Ye Wangyou heard himself sneer contemptuously.

"Xiaoye." The familiar yet unfamiliar young man put down the Langhao pen, raised his eyes and called softly.

"Wake up." He sighed.

Ye Wangyou turned a deaf ear to it.

A brisk female voice gradually sounded in her ear.

Listen carefully, it's still a little familiar.

"Third Senior Sister, aren't you known as Lei Feng's patron saint?"

"Aren't you going to protect all your classmates?"

"What are you doing now?"

Ye Wangyou's chaotic brain struggled to process the information.

The female voice continued to coax, "Look down, you now..."

"what are you doing?"

The moment Ye Wangyou lowered his head, he saw his sledgehammer hit his fellow doorman's chest again.

Facing death, Xie Yue looked extremely calm.

The strength he had accumulated for a long time was not used to avoid this fatal blow, but was used to instantly stick a blood-medium talisman on Ye Wangyou's forehead.

She suddenly woke up for a moment.

"Do not--"

A heart-piercing cry resounded through the world.

***

Ask outside the stage.

Patriarch Changyi had watched Song Xi climb up quickly without stopping for a moment, and was stroking his beard leisurely.

But look away.

The hand holding Fuchen suddenly tightened, Changyi Patriarch remained calm, but couldn't help staring at Ye Wangyou in the mid-air projection.

Her condition was obviously not right.

Their heads and elders couldn't see what kind of demons their apprentices were facing in the secret realm through the projection.

But they can clearly see their status.

Abandon other sect disciples and casual practitioners who are mixed in good and bad.

Ye Wangyou's progress is particularly slow among the direct disciples of many great sects.

She was alone, standing on the 22nd floor.

She clenched her fist tightly and trembled uncontrollably. Her long, soft hair covered half of her face, except for the exposed eye.

Full of ferocious bloodshot.