flow from evil

"What did you say?" Shan Simiao glanced at him suspiciously.

"I don't believe it, let me open it for you to see?" Jun Wuyi said and opened the back door in front of him. As soon as the door opened, he saw dozens of puppets surrounded the outside. These puppets seemed to be different from those of the Yang family. , arranged neatly, moving in an orderly manner, and the whole body is glowing black and purple, which symbolizes poison.

What's even more frightening is that beside those puppets, lay some corpses, although they were bluish-black, they were still fresh. They looked like they had been bitten and slaughtered just after they went out, and it seemed that no one was spared.

"Ah—————" A terrified little disciple saw the opened back door and rushed out recklessly. Unfortunately, just as he stepped out, he was surrounded by a few puppets. The little disciple didn't care about everything and raised his sword to slash, but he couldn't hurt those puppets at all. Instead, the place touched by the other party began to fester, and the purple color with the omen of death penetrated into the skin. Gradually, his The movement slowed down, and in the end, it seemed to be stiff, being torn by those puppets and dragged out.

A strong and pungent stench came out along with the rotting corpse, Shan Simiao frowned in disgust, and led Meng Yunting back a few steps unconsciously.

"This is..." After hearing the sound, Kang Liu, He Yuan, and the others were about to break out of the encirclement, but after seeing this scene, they took their steps back.

"Thousand spider puppet formation, the Kongtong faction back then was destroyed by this formation, senior Ouyang should know about it." Jun Wuyi said in a deep voice.

Kang Liu's complexion was very ugly, and Ouyang Cheng's face on the side was even more pale. Painful memories came to his mind. On the [-]th day, the entire [-]th day, the entire Kongtong faction was trapped in the main hall and could not get out. , Can't break it, the disciples who starved to death were quickly shared by their fellow disciples, and some even started to kill their living companions in order to survive.

Until Qianye Temple sent people to help, there were only less than ten people left in the hall.

He didn't even remember whose flesh and blood he relied on to survive back then.

After so many years, the nightmare he tried so hard to forget appeared before his eyes again.

"How...how could this be..." Ouyang old man suddenly rushed out frantically, if not stopped by everyone in time, there might be another rotting corpse on the ground.

"master!"

"Impossible, impossible..."

The muttering sect leader was already unconscious at this moment, and the young disciples behind him all looked at each other in blank dismay, at a loss.

"Amitabha..." Shitai Heyuan was relatively calm.

"How about, let's rush out together!" Someone suggested.

"No, these puppets are highly poisonous, and they will die if touched. Even if one of us manages to break through by chance, how far can we run?" Jun Wuyi pondered for a while, and said, "Besides, have you seen , the corpse that was dragged out by them just now?"

"Everyone is dead, so what do the corpses do?" Kang Liu said.

"The corpse dragging the corpse, isn't it worth paying attention to?" Jun Wuyi asked with a smile.

"You mean..." Shan Simiao glanced at him, "These puppets were instructed to take the corpses back and make them into puppets."

"Smart." Jun Wuyi praised with a smile, without even glancing at Kang Liu's embarrassment, he folded his hands together and said in a serious voice, "So, if we act rashly, some of us will become their companions, and their enemies will multiply."

"Fire! If you use fire, you don't have to be afraid!" Lian Yishuo almost roared.

"No, now we are inside and they are outside. As long as their master gives an order, they may be burned to death, and we will be the first."

"Then, then write a letter to ask for help, the people outside will always find a solution!"

"These puppets have surrounded the entire Yang family. We can't go out, and people outside can't come in. It's better if they don't come. If a large number of fools come to the door by themselves, then the puppets will change ten times, ten times. Bai, guess how many people are still alive in Huaiyang City when we go out?"

"...This doesn't work, and that doesn't work. Are we just waiting to die here?"

"Young Master Jun, is there a way to crack this thing?" No matter what their minds are, the older generation who have seen the world are always the first to calm down. As soon as Kang Liu said something, Jun Wuyi turned around again.

"Yes," Jun Wuyi shook the fan in his hand, seeing everyone's eyes lit up, and then said, "Unless there is one of us whose skill is higher than that of Xiao Tiangong, and who is very talented, invulnerable to all poisons, and tries to lure us out." Only by driving away those poisonous people can we get out and break them, otherwise, these puppets will not be injured or killed, have no desires and desires, and they will be attacked from a distance, and they will not be able to defeat them at all."

When everyone heard this, the hope that had just been ignited was instantly shattered.

It's easy to say that the skill surpasses Xiaotiangong, and it is also invulnerable to a hundred poisons. I am afraid that in the entire martial arts world, there are no more than five people who can do it.Fang Henian, the owner of the Medicine King Valley, Ye Gongming, the leader of the Binding Flame League, Li Hongying, the king of Teng, and Yang Yanfeng back then are also counted. The rest is Wulin No. 1, Wuxiang Palace Yuluo City.

"Or, as long as we find the person who controls these puppets and kill him, then the formation will naturally be broken." Yu Chanzi, who came all the way, didn't seem surprised by this change.

Jun Wuyi glanced at her, smiled without saying a word.

"Yang Yingsong! It's Yang Yingsong!" His life was at stake, and Lian Yishuo didn't think about any benefits at this moment, and took the lead to go to the inner court.

However, when everyone arrived in the inner garden, there was no shadow of Yang Yingsong.

"Damn it! He ran away! If I knew I should have let him go yesterday!" Lian Yishuo slammed the wall down hard.

"Oh, I don't know which turtle grandson was shy to stick to his ass yesterday, but today he is regarded as an abandoned son, how pitiful." Meng Yunting said bitterly.

"..." Lian Yishuo's face turned blue and white while listening, and the long sword in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath, but was easily blocked by Shan Simiao.

"You two wild boys! How dare you attack me!"

"You?" Shan Simiao pinched his wrist with his backhand, and Lian Yishuo cried out in pain, "You're not worthy of me."

After finishing speaking, he kicked the person aside, and the laughing Meng Yunting's eyes were crooked.

Lian Yishuo felt so idle, and wanted to make another move, but was stopped by Kang Liu.

"Yi Shuo, don't be reckless. If we fight among ourselves again now, we may not be able to get out." Kang Liu's words reminded everyone, and the hall fell silent.

Reluctantly killing all the puppets in the courtyard, everyone was immersed in the shadow of being trapped to death in the Yang family, only Shan Simiao took Meng Yunting back to the room with nothing to do with himself.

"Amitabha, since you have come, you can rest in peace. Since the enclosure outside the gate has been established, why don't you all calm down and find another way out?" Nahe Yuan clasped his hands together.

"What the teacher said is, everyone, don't be impatient. It's better to fill your stomach first. As for the rest, let's think about it." Kang Liu also echoed.

"Yeah, it's just a bunch of dead people. We have so many martial arts seniors here. What's more, there are reinforcements outside. It's not that serious."

If you are given hope, everyone will soon regard it as a life-saving straw. You say a word, I say a word, but I really went to the cafeteria as if nothing happened.

Jun Wuyi looked at the backs of the crowd, a trace of sarcasm appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Yuchanzi beside him also looked thoughtful.

"Elder Yu, is this situation still within your expectations?" Jun Wuyi asked.

"Is that within your Tengwang Pavilion's expectation?" Yuchanzi asked him back.

"To each other, the biggest variable may not have appeared yet, has it?" Jun Wuyi waved his fan and walked away, causing Yu Chanzi behind him to turn cold.

Tengwang Pavilion... She had to guard against it.

But at this moment, Shan Si Miao had other calculations.

Jun Wuyi's words during the day reminded him of what happened to Lu Jichun back then.

Invulnerable to all poisons... Perhaps, he can give it a try.

Since gaining the internal energy, he has gradually been able to understand the strength of the internal energy, the ups and downs of the inner breath, each level of the Wuxiang Jue is roughly equivalent to one Jiazi's skill, and he has just practiced to the fifth level, which means he has just reached the Xiaotian Palace. Realm, if he can break through the sixth level, he will be more confident in dealing with those poisonous people outside.

Sitting alone on the couch, exhale a long breath of turbid air, hold your breath and concentrate, there is no external object, the internal force rises from the dantian, first slowly run a small circle, then sting at ten steps, slow at a hundred steps, and there is no external object Therefore, from Yutong to Baihui, the essence enters the Lingfu.

The anxiety and impatience oozing from the frown along with the forehead sweat gradually calmed down with the smoother internal force.

It is served by its relatives, it does not get soaked in water, it does not get hot in fire, it sleeps without dreams, it sleeps without worries, its food is not sweet, and its breath is deep.The real person's breath is on his heels, the people's breath is on his throat, he doesn't know life, he doesn't know how to hate death, his poisonous desire is deep, this is the secret of heaven.

The mantra of silent recitation is already familiar by heart, but this important aspect that has never been understood, seems to have broken the mystery in a casual sentence of someone today.

Qi breaks the palace sky, a hundred poisons do not invade, so that's what it means.Before, he mistakenly thought that the obstruction of punching the acupoint with qi was because his internal strength was not deep enough, but it turned out that he used the wrong method.Abandoning the fast and rapid internal force, slowly inducting and contracting the sea of ​​qi, the still water flows deep, and nothing returns to nothing.

Waique, Tianmen, Zhongquan, Daque... soon, plus the acupoints that were opened up at Lu Jichun's place because of false positives, it will be soon...

squeak-

The locked door was easily pushed open, Shan Simiao felt a thump in his heart, but he didn't dare to distract himself.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it seems that I came at the wrong time." The uninvited voice was frivolous with malicious intentions, and Shan Simiao's eyebrows twitched, but he did not open his eyes.

Seeing that he didn't move, Jun Wuyi's eyes almost gleamed, he walked up to him lightly, stretched out his fan and waved it in front of his eyes, saw that he was ignoring him, smiled slightly, and leaned close to him.

With such a short distance, Jun Wuyi could almost feel the strange true energy flowing around him.

"Brother Shan? Why are you ignoring people?" Jun Wuyi called him again, and at this time his whole body was almost pressed against Shan Simiao's chest, and he even stretched out his hand to hook his chin.

The warm and soft touch hit him, Shan Simiao moved the tip of his nose, unable to resist the temptation of the fragrance, he took a deep breath.

With this inhalation, it was like a stone was suddenly thrown into the same secluded spring.Jun Wuyi clearly felt that the normal person who was originally in meditation lost his breath.Proudly picking the corners of his eyes, he reached into the other's skirt, caressed the firm but strangely red skin, feeling the rising temperature.

"What are you practicing, so fascinated." Jun Wuyi deliberately blew into his ear, his voice was softer and deeper than usual, "Is it, Wuxiang Jue?"

Shan Simiao moved his lips, frowning tightly to suppress the stinging pain from his stomach, his hot and chaotic breath told him that if he was a little bit careless, he would go mad.

But the other party obviously didn't intend to just let him go.

As soon as the crisp hand was retracted, Shan Simiao just breathed a sigh of relief when he was pinched to death.The other party's teasing skills are very clever, the soft tip of the tongue runs down his ear, and the movements of his subordinates gradually speed up, and the occasional voice is full of seduction.

As the opponent gasped more and more heavily, the thing in his hand jumped violently, and the moment he was about to come out, Jun Wuyi quickly and ruthlessly poked the Tanchi acupoint on his waist, Trying to let him take his last breath of anger.

The breath of Shan Simiao beside him suddenly disappeared, not even breathing.

Jun Wuyi was taken aback for a moment, then stretched out his hand to feel his pulse, but heard a barely audible murmur from his mouth.

"Fairy..."

The eyes that suddenly opened were filled with killing intent, Jun Wuyi was startled by his instantaneous surge of internal energy, and before he could react, he was crushed on the couch in a trance.

"Have you played enough?"

Gritting his teeth and uttering words, his eyes completely widened. How could this be? He just clearly had been distracted by himself.

"If you want to play, I don't mind playing with you slowly." Shan Simiao lowered his head and said word by word, pressing his hand on the other's wrist, slowly poking in along the sleeve, with a slight itch meaning.

Jun Wuyi's skin is very fair, and the faint green veins under the skin can be clearly seen. The outer wrist bones are a little protruding due to the thin wrist, but it is smooth and tender to the touch, almost like a girl.

The flirting on the wrist was very annoying, but the stronger sense of oppression made Jun Wuyi have no time to be distracted at this time. It seemed that his own blow just now helped him break through the last obstacle. When it came over, he had to soften his voice due to the numb pain.

"It's just a joke, don't take it so seriously."

"Really?" Seeing that he was pretending to be innocent, Shan Simiao felt a little amused in his heart, and deliberately pushed his knee slowly between his legs, only to see the face of the person under him froze, and murderous intent gushed out of his eyes.

It turned out to be a fake bag.

Shan Simiao laughed softly, lowered his head and touched his lips lightly, and saw that the man's peach blossom eyes were almost rounded.

"What? Don't you like men?" Shan Simiao raised his eyebrows, and then the lightness turned into heavy crushing. The familiar smell made Shan Simiao a little nostalgic, and the original joke gradually became ambiguous.