After wearing a book, he had sex with Meiqiang, the miserable male second

"Snapped--"

The white jade bottle containing the elixir fell from his hand and smashed to pieces on the ground. Han Tianche's voice trembled, and broken syllables rolled out of his throat: "Master, what did you... just... say?"

The head of the sect looked at the pale Han Tianche with a little pity, and said with a smile: "My dear boy, didn't you hear clearly? The elixir you just took was made from Wen Yang's flesh and blood.

For you, he jumped into the alchemy furnace without hesitation, not to mention the corpse, not even the soul. "

The headmaster looked at Han Tianche's blood-red eyes instantly, and continued:

"Oh, what a pity, he doesn't know that I lied to him.

The flesh and blood of the people of Zhiyang can't seal the evil spirit at all, but it will encourage the outbreak of the evil spirit, hahahaha—”

Han Tianche was so angry that his whole body was trembling. He knelt on the ground and retched non-stop. He stretched out his two fingers and scratched his throat vigorously. Pull out the pill.

"Ah-ah-"

He let out a roar that collapsed to the extreme, and a thick black mist suddenly rushed out from his heart, covering his whole body in an instant, most of the room was eroded by fine evil spirits, and strands of black mist suddenly rushed towards the sect master go!

With a flick of the sleeve of the headmaster, the spiritual power of the foundation-building period was fully released, turning into a thick spiritual power barrier in front of him, and the evil spirit eroded layer by layer, but only one corner was melted.

"Is that the only way? It's too weak.

Dear disciple, your Taoist partner was still thinking about you before he died, and begged me to tell you the truth in a few years.Tsk tsk, in the realm of comprehension, such true feelings are rare—"

"Ah ah ah ah - I killed you, I killed you -"

Han Tianche's evil spirit burst out suddenly, black shadows filled the entire inner room with fangs and claws, thick blood covered his entire pupils, and even the whites of his eyes were eroded.

Han Tianche roared up to the sky like a ferocious beast that had lost its mind, and what it made was no longer a human voice, but more like the roar of a wild beast.

The whole room was corroded by the evil spirit, the bricks and tiles began to dissolve and fester, and the ceiling turned gray. The howling evil spirit was several times stronger than what could be seen with the naked eye, and it crazily blew towards the master like a whirlwind!

Feeling the master's overwhelming hatred, the residual light sword automatically flew into Han Tianche's hands, and the strong evil spirit immediately eroded the sword.

The complex red lines on the black sword flowed like blood and covered both sides of the sword and near the hilt. The black mist swirled around the blade, full of evil spirits, as if the sword had been activated. Soul, sword energy soaring to the sky, unstoppable!

While dodging the oncoming evil spirit, the headmaster sacrificed his spirit sword to intersect with the residual light sword. Looking at the increasingly powerful evil spirit and black sword light of the residual light sword, his eyes flickered: this sword is really as he expected The same as before, the stronger the evil spirit injected, the stronger it will be!

"Che'er, let me tell you another secret as a teacher."

The headman dodged the sharp sword edge, with a malicious smile on the corner of his lips, he said loudly: "Your evil spirit will always be sealed in your body, it is the talisman I gave you that intensified the outbreak of evil spirit, which made you It has become what it is now.”

"Originally, Wen Yang didn't have to die, and you didn't have to be harassed by evil spirits all the time, you could spend a lifetime happily with him.

What a pity—”

Han Tianche's crazily swinging sword stopped suddenly, and thousands of evil spirits surrounded him, changing shapes in mid-air, like an evil spirit descending.

He covered his forehead in pain, his nails scratched a few deep bloodstains on it, his scarlet eyes looked straight at the teacher who had taught him for nearly ten years, and he used the remaining sliver of reason to stop the collapse that was about to burst , squeezing broken syllables from between teeth: "Why... why..."

why treat me like this?

Why cruelly coax Wen Yang?

Why can you do such an inhumane thing?

"why?"

The head of the sect seemed to be surprised by the question he asked, and said with a sneer, "The jungle is prey to the weak, and the sword in your hand will soon be mine.

I will use your baleful energy to water this sword, making it the strongest magic sword in my hands—”

Two lines of blood and tears suddenly flowed from Han Tianche's eyes, just for a sword, just for a sword! !

To him, this sword is not as important as Wen Yang's finger! !

The last sliver of sanity that remained fell apart like a string, and the boundless evil energy eroded him like a flood that burst a bank. Han Tianche's world turned blood red, leaving only the heart full of killing!

kill kill kill kill kill

The black sword light rose from the crippled lightsaber to the sky, like a dragon soaring into the sky, and the evil spirit hovered around the sword body, making this sword unrivaled, and even a haphazard slash made it difficult for the master to parry!

The bricks and stones on the ceiling fell rustlingly, everything in the room was shaking and collapsing, Han Tianche's body was controlled by the strong evil spirit, blood color completely drowned his scarlet eyes, he has lost consciousness, only knows To cut the person in front of me into pieces!

The sound of weapons clashing was extremely ear-piercing. The headmaster gritted his teeth to block the opponent's tireless slashing. Looking at the cruel red eyes like an abyss monster, he was shocked. He underestimated Han Tianche!

The evil spirit crazily gushed out from Han Tianche's body, wrapped around the black sword body to the master's spirit sword, continuously corroded, and invaded the opponent's body.

The sect leader screamed, dropped his weapon and tried to escape, but was swooped down by the black mist more than ten meters high behind him like a huge wave, piercing his chest with the black sword light!

The sect leader was lying on the ground, bright red blood flowed all over the floor, and strands of evil spirit penetrated into his heart, making him twitch all over, excruciating pain.

After completing the task, the evil spirit slowly receded like flowing water, returned to Han Tianche's body, and hovered over him.

At the same time, the disciples of the Nanyang School heard the sound of violent fighting and rushed over anxiously. At a glance, they saw the ruined house and the leader who was lying on the ground in agony and dying.

Jiang Yan already knew what happened next, the head of the sect identified Han Tianche, and blamed Wen Yang's death and his death on the other party.

And Han Tianche had already lost consciousness at that time, even if he was conscious, he might not care...

Jiang Yan sighed softly, wrapped the memory of Lingjing leaving Han Tianche as soon as possible with his soul power, and at the same time slowly withdrew the ray of soul that had penetrated into his brain, so as not to cause damage to the other party.

Jiang Yan opened his eyes and found that the sky had gradually brightened. It seemed that he spent a long time searching for his memory.

He looked at Han Tianche beside him with stern brows and drooping eyes, and sincerely admired the other party's strong will in his heart: If it was someone else, I'm afraid he would really become a monster full of evil spirits and only knew about killing.

He was called a monster by the villagers since he was a child, his mother died young, his master who raised him for nearly ten years was a beast, his favorite Taoist companion Wen Yang died, and he was forced to swallow the elixir made of his flesh and blood...

Jiang Yan felt suffocated thinking about it, if the head of the Nanyang faction was not dead, he wished to beat him thousands of times!

The record spirit crystal in his hand exuded a crimson light, Jiang Yan looked at Xie Yusheng, who shook his head slightly, indicating that no one had changed during the time he entered Han Tianche's memory.

Jiang Yan stepped forward and said to Su Jingrong and the Nanyang School disciples:

"I already know the truth of this matter, and there is a record of spirit crystals as evidence, you can see for yourself."

As he spoke, he poured spiritual power into the red spar, and surrounded its surface with part of the spiritual power to prevent the spiritual crystal from being destroyed.

The memory spirit crystal was activated by spiritual power, and a red light shot out, forming a clear image in midair.

It didn't take long for the monks to exclaim in disbelief.

"Palm, the head of the sect..."

"It's too cruel, it's too cruel, it's simply inhumane!"

"Such a good junior brother Wen Yang..."

Su Jingrong looked at the picture in the spar, his pupils constricted and his whole body trembled. He stood there with a numb expression, almost unable to bear this fact.

The little junior brother was killed by his master?

Why did the master who watched him grow up, the master who was also a master and father, the venerable head of the sect, do such a thing?

He saw the sinister smile and complacent look on the head's face, and something suddenly shattered in his heart.

Looking at the shocked or collapsed expressions of the Nanyang sect disciples, Jiang Yan looked a little gloomy. Although he knew the truth, it was hard for everyone to accept the truth.

Xie Yusheng's slender fingers like white jade stretched out from his sleeves and held his tightly. The warmth spread from the fingertips to Jiang Yan's heart, making him slowly escape from the depression.

That's right, Wen Yang's soul has been saved, Han Tianche's evil spirit is not unsealable, everything will develop for the better.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred

Taking advantage of the shock of everyone's mind, a blue shadow quickly rushed to Han Tianche's side with a very strange movement, and with a wave of his sleeve robe, he grabbed the residual light sword he put aside.

There was a flash of red light on the sword body, and immediately humming continued. The sword spirit controlled the long sword and was about to attack, but saw Qingying spill the liquid in the white jade bottle on the sword body, and bright red blood flowed down the red lines on the sword body , the sword stopped humming, and remained motionless in his hand.

Everything happened between lightning and flint, Qingying's movements were extremely fast, his figure was like lightning, and after getting the sword, he fled towards the forest not far away!

'Whoosh—'

The sound of piercing the sky came from behind, and the golden arrow shot out like a stream of light, and it arrived in an instant, piercing Qingying's shoulder blades, and knocked him to the ground heavily.

Qingying was nailed to the ground by the arrow feathers, unable to escape.When he was struggling sideways, the monks could see his face clearly.

Jiang Yan looked at him coldly: "It really is you."

Qing Ying was that impulsive Nanyang School disciple who had tried to confuse right and wrong several times before, and Jiang Yan had suspected him for a long time.

"Junior Brother Lu Chang, why do you..."

The disciples of the Nanyang School were stunned by this incident. Although Junior Brother Lu Chang has an impulsive personality at times, he usually has a good relationship with Junior Brother Wen Yang, and he is very straightforward and upright.

And when did he learn this weird agility?

Jiang Yan looked at Qing Ying, whose eyes were glowing with green light, holding the residual light sword tightly, struggling on the ground, and pondered for a moment: "He should have been taken away by the head."

"what?"

"impossible!"

"The head is dead, I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Yes." "Yes."

The monks were stunned by Jiang Yan's words, and they all retorted.

Jiang Yan stepped forward, cut off the right hand of 'Lu Chang' holding the sword with a sword, and a painful scream came from the latter's mouth, making everyone silent.

"What, still pretending?"

Jiang Yan picked up the remnant light sword that had fallen to the ground, and smelled it lightly, and blood aura thicker than ordinary blood rushed to his face.

If he guessed correctly, the white jade bottle that was sprinkled on the sword body just now contained Han Tianche's hard work collected by the sect master over the past ten years.

Only the sword master's painstaking efforts can restrain the sword spirit and let him succeed.

'Lv Chang' face distorted in pain, he stared at Jiang Yan with red eyes, his face was ferocious like a ghost.

After a while, a green ball of light suddenly shot out from between his eyebrows. The color was so light that it was hard to see without looking carefully, but the speed of escape was as fast as lightning.

This is the primordial spirit in charge!

I don't know what kind of weird technique he practiced, he was able to leave the body after seizing the body!

"I still want to run—"

Jiang Yan snorted coldly, he was just a foundation-building cultivator, how strong could the primordial spirit be?

Jiang Yan released his powerful spiritual power in an instant, and the avatar condensed with spirit and soul suddenly came, grabbed the green light ball, imprisoned him in a cage made of soul power, and handed him to the main body.

The green ball of light was held in Jiang Yan's hands, there was no way to escape, and he finally said, "I beg senior to spare my life, I can tell senior the method of cultivating the primordial spirit."

The disciples of the Nanyang School clearly heard the voice of the master, and they were all shocked beyond words, in a daze, and didn't know where they were.

Han Tianche, who had been standing with his eyes downcast, also looked over, his black eyes flushed with blood again, and the evil spirit burst out of his body, which was firmly suppressed by him.

"The method of cultivating the primordial spirit?" Jiang Yan laughed mockingly, "Your scumbag's cultivation method, I don't care about it, sir."

Jiang Yan squeezed the palm of his hand heavily with soul force, and the headmaster let out a roar so sharp that it pierced the eardrums, and the green light ball immediately shrank in a circle.

"I beg... I beg senior... I can give you anything, just give me a quick way to die."

"Oh?" Jiang Yan squeezed the ball of light again, and said coldly amidst the other party's screams: "Now you want a quick way to die, then why do you torture Han Tianche and Wen Yang so much?

Do you know, maybe you ask Han Tianche for the sword directly, and he will give it to you because of the ten years of upbringing. "

Han Tianche looked at Jiang Yan suddenly when he heard the words, tears welled up in his eyes.

Ten years of master-student relationship is not as good as someone who just met him for a day understands him.

Since he was a child, he was disliked and called a monster, and he has tasted all the warmth and coldness in the world, so everyone cherishes the hard-won feelings even more.

How can foreign things be compared with people?What he wants more is that friendship.

Jiang Yan looked at the ball of light that had shrunk in half in his hand, and turned to Xie Yusheng: "Brother Xie, I will lend you the cauldron."

"it is good."

"What are you going to do? Please...Senior, don't do this—please—help—"

The master's voice trembled to the extreme, and the ball of light collided wildly in Jiang Yan's hands. He would rather risk the pain of being weakened than be thrown into the alchemy.

"Just taste what Wen Yang has suffered."

Jiang Yan wrapped the ball of light with his soul power and threw him into the cauldron chamber in the alchemy cauldron.

The green light ball fled frantically under the burning of the flames, but it was burned a little bit smaller, and it seemed that it would take an hour to completely disappear.

Lu Chang died after being seized. The disciples of the Nanyang School looked at the scene in front of them, and they were all silent.

The author has something to say: How could the author let go of the head so easily?

Hmph, you can't torture him to death.