Alchemy! Control the beast! The good-for-nothing lady kills the three worlds madly

Cultivators fight for the day and night.

His lifespan was halved in a hundred years, and Kunlun Taoist felt extremely distressed.

But there was no other way. The speed at which his lifespan was decreasing frightened him, especially in the past few days. His essence had been lost too quickly. If this continued, he would die of old age in less than half a month.

He has been planning for many years. God knows how rare it is to have the Phoenix Spirit Root. Of course, there are other options. Someone with royal luck like Prince Yaoguang can also extend his life.

However, what Nan Wanye said was right. He was just a shady rat in the gutter. He had offended other royal families and many people from big families in his early years. That’s why he appeared in Yaoguang Country instead of going to other countries. .

The crisis brought to him by scheming against these big families was too great. Who would have thought that ten years ago, he would be lucky enough to "pick up" the owner of the Phoenix Spiritual Root.

Nan Mucheng, at a young age, had his spiritual roots dug out and his heart stabbed with a dagger, but he still has such strong vitality. He is truly the darling of heaven.

Over the years, he has gained luck and blood essence from Nan Mucheng. Now that he has obtained the spiritual root alone, he can even use it for his own use.

Not to mention, there are still two lucky people in the furnace at the moment.

The evil old man, who was as short as a dwarf, had a proud smile on his face, and his pitch-black fangs were like the fangs of an evil spirit. He turned to look at Nan Mucheng:

"Little Diao Nu, the old Taoist knows that you can't let go of family affection. There are choices in life. The old Taoist asked you to cultivate the ruthless way. Look, how fast your cultivation is progressing. If you want to achieve the ruthless way, you start with parricide. There are many people in the world who kill their wives and enter the Taoism, and kill their parents to enter the Taoism. Today, you come to kill your sister and enter the Taoism. Such opportunities are rare, and the old Taoist wants to see you do it yourself."

He stretched out his voice like a witch: "Little slave, don't forget, the master will pass on the mantle to you."

He was luring Nan Mucheng into ruthlessly killing his sister Nan Wanye.

Well, besides wanting to see the evil fun of siblings killing each other, there is another reason.

Although he didn't want to admit it, in the past ten years, he and Nan Mucheng had become one, and their fates were inevitably connected. By the time he realized it, it was too late. If he hadn't known that Nan Mucheng didn't have such ability, he would have Everyone thought it was Nan Mucheng's doing.

So he couldn't kill Nan Mucheng, he also had to make Nan Mucheng stronger and gain more luck.

Nan Wanye is undoubtedly the most dazzling woman in the Holy City this year. She has regained the Phoenix Spiritual Root, and her luck has reached its peak at this time.

If Nan Mucheng, his biological brother, kills her, it is very likely that Nan Mucheng will gain his luck.

In this way, he will naturally have a lot more success in the future.

"Go, little Diao slave."

His sharp and unpleasant voice had a bewitching flavor.

Nan Mucheng walked towards the furnace with a sword in hand and a wooden face, like a soulless puppet.

The old Taoist looked at it with a smile. Even if Nan Mucheng didn't want to kill his sister, he wouldn't resist his order because they were master and servant.

How could a servant refuse his master's instructions?

What he is best at is refining puppets.

However, at this moment, the smile on his face froze, because he saw the tip of Nan Mucheng's sword that should have been pointed at the furnace suddenly pointed at him.

"You're crazy, little naughty slave. You dare to point your finger at your master! With just a thought, I can make you die miserably on the spot! Also, your spiritual root is in my hands!"

The old Taoist clenched the spiritual root in his hand tightly, and the loose flesh on his face was trembling with anger.

"let go."

Nan Mucheng spoke calmly.

The old Taoist sneered, but his expression changed again because he had let go of his hand. When he looked again, the spirit root was back in Nan Mucheng's hand.

"What did you do! What did you do!"

The old man began to panic and his eyes trembled.

Mo Yundu and Nan Wanye also got up and flew out from the huge furnace.

Nan Wanye stood next to Nan Mucheng, her eyes were full of pride, "Brother, you are so awesome."

As soon as they arrived at the wooden house, she and Mo Yundu noticed a problem. Of course they could detect the sophisticated calculation, but they did not pretend to be fooled. It was precisely because the moment Nan Mucheng opened the door, he mouthed three words. : "Game within a game".

His eyes were calm, not really panicked.

So, she and Mo Yundu looked at each other and decided to enter this game.

Of course, the reason why they can take risks is because there is an old beggar behind them.

Under the shocked eyes of the old man, Nan Wanye smiled and said, "What did my brother do? He just reversed your identities. I'm not wrong, brother."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

The old Taoist didn't feel anything was wrong. As Nan Mucheng's master, he had never noticed any disobedience in him.

"Kneel down."

Nan Mucheng just said two words calmly, and the old Taoist knelt down directly.

He was furious, his eyes were cracked, and he shouted: "Puppet!"

The wooden house was quiet, and the puppets placed in the dark seemed to have cut off contact with him.

And the old Taoist suddenly discovered that the essence and blood in his body seemed to have been extracted, and everything that had been plundered from Nan Mucheng was returned invisibly.

His face was older, his hair was gray and as dry as grass, his fingers were like dead branches, and age spots appeared all over his body in an instant. He even smelled the decaying smell of death on his body.

The old Taoist's eyes became panicked. He widened his eyes and asked, "How did you do it?!"

Without waiting for Nan Mucheng to answer, he suddenly understood: "You have planned it for a long time. You have been dormant for so many years. You have been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. Just now, when I was getting carried away, you changed Master-servant contract, now you are the master and I have become the slave! Hahahaha, you are worthy of the person I trained!"

boom!

Nan Wanye lifted the cauldron with one hand and threw it towards Lao Tao like a slap in the face. With a loud bang, a piece of Lao Tao's skull collapsed and he fell against the wooden wall. After falling, he got up and knelt down like a dog.

When the master says to kneel down, the slave can only kneel down.

"Who do you think you are! You are a bitch, how dare you put your own face on it! My brother is a genius among geniuses. Without you, he would be a thousand times stronger! You hurt him so badly, peel off your Skin is not enough to vent your anger!”

Nan Wanye became more and more excited as she spoke. She slashed the old man's face with a dagger and used her spiritual power to destroy his vitality bit by bit.

The old guy didn't scream at first, but when he didn't have any good skin left on his body, he finally screamed.

"Did you scratch my brother's face like this back then?"

"How about I sew it up for you too?"

"Do your bones hurt? There are a total of 206 bones in a human being. You tell me that if I break them inch by inch, what will you, an old man, look like? A puddle of rotten flesh?"

With every word she said, Nan Mucheng's eyes shone brighter.

This is his protective sister.