Dressed as a cannon fodder

Wen Yin's eyes widened in horror. He was pinched so hard that he couldn't speak, so he could only shake his head desperately.

Even if it's just verbal, no one can use him to insult Mr.

As soon as Yang Wei retracted his hand, Wen Yin couldn't even make a sound, and stretched out his hand to pat the iron-like arm that was hard to shake.

[System, what is Yang Wei's current cultivation level]

[Hua Shen. 】

There is no chance of winning.

Meng Yunchi rubbed his forehead, the wound on his chest was in severe pain, "Yang Wei, even if we had grievances, you shouldn't involve others," he frowned, trying to bring up the sealed meridians in his body. "He is just one of my attendants, so what if you kill him?"

Yang Wei saw that he was not moving, and a nasty smile appeared on his face under the hood, "How can you make me happy. Ah, I forgot, how can you be such a heartless and self-centered person? You care about the life of a little servant, and now you should think that he is dragging you down in your heart."

"Meng Yunchi, a person like you, like me, who would love you."

Wen Yin struggled vigorously, struggling to get out of Yang Wei's restraint, the other party suddenly became impatient, and tightened his fingers inch by inch.

Meng Yunchi's expression suddenly darkened without warning.

"Without this appearance, you're just a worthless trash with a domineering temper and nothing remarkable about you," Yang Wei said with a look of reluctance hidden deep in his eyes, belittling Meng Yunchi as worthless , "I really don't know what the Immortal Venerable fell in love with you," he said with a narrow smile, "Could it be because of your skin?"

As early as many years ago, he resented the injustice of fate. He was obviously equal in talent and mediocre in aptitude. He was just a small inner sect disciple in Yushou Peak, while Meng Yunchi enjoyed all the resources he could not get under the sect of Xianzun. with pampering.

No one knows how much he hates Meng Yunchi, a waste with nothing but skin, when he passes by arrogantly every time, making him look like an ant curled up on the side of the road and can only look up.

So he desperately wants to climb up, as long as he has absolute ability, he will no longer be looked down upon by others.

"Anyway, you can't escape, so I'll take this person first." He seemed to think for a while, and said with a strange smile: "Anyway, I still need a human jar to hold ghosts. Although this soul is weaker, it can You should be able to watch it after a little refinement." The ups and downs in the tone are full of contempt and indifference to human life, as well as that undisguised self and superiority.

"let go."

"What?" Yang Wei tilted his head with a playful expression.

"I said, let go." Meng Yunchi looked calm, but a trace of scarlet flashed in his eyes.The strings in his mind were plucked by a certain sentence from the other party, and his emotions, which had never been turbulent before, suddenly became uncontrollable, tumbling in his mind, as if he wanted to twist everything into a bloody mess.

Then it exploded in the opponent's sneer.

A large number of fragmented memories that did not belong to anyone were squeezed into his mind, pouring down like a mountain, making his thinking stagnant and unable to breathe, almost causing him to collapse and go mad.

Someone was talking, whispering softly, but full of disdain.

[Who are you expecting to love you, me?] The voice let out a chuckle, [Why you on what basis]

why why

By what

Are you worthy of a person like you?

Seeing that he looked wrong, Yang Wei frowned and made a gesture. He didn't bother to look at Wen Yin again, threw him away, and then directed the crows to attack Meng Yunchi.

The blue veins in Meng Yunchi's right hand bulged, and he forcibly broke through the seal on his body. Under the open palm of his right hand, a phantom outline of a sword appeared. The image was so blurry that no one could see what kind of sword it was.He grasped the hilt of the sword in vain, and raised his hand to meet the opponent's attack, and the overwhelming attack was split by his sword.

Yang Wei was startled, he was almost cut in half by Yu Feng of that sword, he sensed the terrifying power hidden in it, he was suddenly startled, but he didn't dare to underestimate the enemy any more, he immediately released all the ghosts under his control, the sky was slightly dark gloomy down.

The ghost spirit was full of yin, and as soon as it left the bondage, it was ordered by its master to scream and fly towards Meng Yunchi. Its fangs were sharp and terrifying under its mottled face, which made people tremble with fear.

Meng Yunchi raised his sword and struck.

A phantom with no entity fluttered across the air.

However, after a while, the majestic sword intent suddenly exploded and appeared three feet away, mixed with air currents and swept across like a storm, setting off a burst of flying sand and rocks on the ground, and split the opponent's crows into two with the force of thunder. Non-stop, whizzing and piercing through Ghost Cultivator's body.

Everything happened in the instant of breath and breath, and the dust settled, and the crows were like burnt ashes, slowly disintegrating into ashes in the air inch by inch.Those unstoppable ghosts disappeared into the air.

Forcibly attacking the meridians and breaking through the shackles would have serious consequences. After Meng Yunchi struck, the phantom in his hand disappeared. He vomited a mouthful of blood, his body swayed, and Wen Yin rushed up to catch his limp figure.

The ghost cultivator still stood upright, but he didn't move at all.

No one knew that at that moment he was unable to move and faced thousands of ghost howls, and only he could see the countless hideous faces hidden in the sword, like demons crawling out of hell, falling down in an instant, Devour him, and devour his ghosts together.

That is the real, evil soul crawling out from the depths of the filthy end of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

And his soul has already been evacuated, leaving only a body, which seems to be alive, but in fact it will start to rot like a dead person in a few days.

The ghost cultivator with the ability to transform gods was killed by a single sword.

Thousands of miles away in an empty stone room in the depths of Cheng Huazong, someone's eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of extremely handsome amber eyes.