Jian Zun, your sword spirit is the villain!

The succubus didn't remember how she fell asleep.

It was a deep sleep, but it didn't last long.

When he woke up, the bonfire where the king's blood had been sprinkled was still burning, and it was still dark.

The strong demon soldiers lay crookedly on the ground, Xiao Daosheng hugged his knees and curled up beside the wooden box.

——The monk of Mulinggen is gone!

The succubus shrank his pupils, and leaned forward to check the blood wooden box first. After confirming that the box was safe, he breathed a sigh of relief, then stood up straight, closed his eyes and released the magic breath of looking for people.

A faint sweet breath spread in all directions.

After a while, the succubus raised her lips and said with a charming smile, "I found you."

The monk didn't go too far.

He was in the nameless wild lake nearby, splashing water on his face.

The temperature was extremely low, and the lake was filled with white mist, blue light flickering, and black shadows intertwined behind the fog. I don't know what was swimming past.

In the thick fog, only the water near the shore is still reflecting the blue sky, which is clear and clean.

The surface of the water was sparkling, and circles of ripples swayed from under the monk's fingers.

His crow-colored robe was neatly folded on the shore, squarely folded into the shape of tofu cubes, while he himself was dressed in a moon-white satin robe, with the sleeves tied up to his arms, and half of his body was submerged in the water.

This wood spirit root monk has sword eyebrows and star eyes, his facial features are very sharp, and his side face is as sharp as a knife and axe. His face is as solemn as a long sword.

But because there is always a bit of indifference and gentleness in his expression, he dilutes the visual aggression. He only feels that his natural beauty is the tranquil and far-reaching temperament that he usually shows under the nourishment of the wood spirit root day after day.

In the frosty night, the lake is full of clothes, and the figure of the monk is like a tall and straight green pine in the pulsating water.

The drops of water slid down the bridge of his high nose, and he wiped them away with the back of his hand.

The eyes of the succubus hiding behind the shade of a tree turned red.

His mouth was parched, and he decided to capture this disobedient monk who left the team without authorization.

The succubus' peach-colored pupils shone with excitement, and the magic breath wrapped in illusion surrounded the lakeshore.

Lying wild mandarin ducks in the wild lake, just thinking about it makes the blood boil.

The white mist was stained with a light smoky color.

But with the expansion of the illusion field, the succubus frowned slightly, and looked at Cangshan by the lake who was steaming his clothes dry with some puzzlement.

Illusion is scenery, charm is obsession.

The usual way for succubi to hunt for the first time is to first create a forest illusion, in which there are countless beauties, either coquettish or elegant, all transformed by succubus.

There are men and women, both of whom are covered in light veils. They smile sweetly beside their prey, playing with each other in twos and threes, and their movements are so bold and intimate that probably eighteen Li Pu'er will faint after seeing them.

Ordinary people see this lively and fragrant scene, and their hearts are already swaying. Even if they are determined, they will inevitably need to recite a heart-clearing formula. Even the Buddhist disciples who used to be in Dayinhua Temple sat cross-legged and silently recited the Heart Sutra.

But Cangshan is more independent.

He walked up to a pair of teenagers who were lying on top of each other and touching each other, and patted the shoulder of the one above him.

Meijing's cheeks were flushed, her lips were plump, and she looked charming and charming. After being slapped like this by him, she trembled in fright for some reason, and turned her head a little stiffly.

Suppressing the inexplicable timidity, Meijing said with a playful smile: "Xianjun, do you want to go together?"

Cangshan said: "Please move it, it's blocking my clothes."

Sweeping his gaze, he fell on his robe, which had been crushed by the arm of another mermaid.

Can't ask for any more clothes, Cangshan said helplessly: "Okay, you guys continue."

Succubus are not self-cultivated enough, so they will not take the initiative to approach their prey with their bodies when they are completely unsure. These succubus spirits are bred from the succubus spirit source and raised by themselves.

The stronger the succubus, the more succubi it possesses, and the more powerful and seductive it is, its every move is full of spring.

The young Meijing's lips are moist and plump, like crystal skin jelly, her breath is full of charm, and her soft catkin-like hands are about to be pulled up.

Cangshan said: "You can't donate your arms to those who need them, so let's keep them."

Charming Boy: Huh?

Cangshan didn't pay any attention to him, but looked at the illusion field, quite satisfied with the intensity, the scope was large, the spiritual power was strong, and it was lively.

Illusion is just a throw of the hunt.

Unless the succubi is directly eliminated, even if all the succubi are killed, the illusion will still exist, and the succubi can still be restored, and no matter what, the person in the operation cannot get out.

Cangshan picked an open space and stood there, looking at the group of sprawling or lying charmers from afar.

Both sides stared wide-eyed, and the charmers were also stunned.

They were watched by the puppet's righteous eyes, and they were a little bit tied up, not knowing what to do next.

After a while, the courageous Meijing held his chin and asked softly: "Xianjun, if you don't like us, what kind do you like? As long as we have a look, we have it."

While speaking, the red rope on the charm's wrist slipped down, and the silver bell on the string rang.

Cang Shan laughed too, and said, "Tell your spirit master to come out."

The charmers said in unison: "Good idea!"

The charmers who have read countless people know who can win and who can't. As spirits, they consume aura with every movement and every word. They will not go to iron stones such as Buddha or Cangshan. Waste of energy.

Furthermore, the original spiritual beings are naturally sensitive, and from the very beginning they felt that the monk's breath was not right, which made them afraid.

It was only because of the protection of the illusion that he was safe, but if he continued to stay with the monks, the colder it would be, he might as well run away as soon as possible.

As a result, the charmers turned into wisps of pink smoke and disappeared in place.

The cool night wind blows, and the leaves and trees dance.

Behind the thick fog, a slender figure gradually took shape.

Succubus:……

What's going on, who am I, where am I?

He never expected that his group of carefully cultivated charms would sell him out just like this.

He is proficient in this illusion, and this is the first time he has encountered such a situation.

As the first level, the Meijing took the initiative to let go of the target, which was equivalent to giving up the last chance to carve up the prey Yuanyang with the spirit master.

In fact, the succubus already vaguely felt that something was wrong.

But he calmed himself down, and said to himself: Just now the monk's mind has been moved, and this will be further deduced from illusion to enchantment, now I am his sweetheart, no matter what, there will be no danger.

The image transformed by charm can only be projected in the eyes of the prey, and the succubus does not know what it looks like.

So he stretched out his hand and read the words spoken by the owner of the skin in the monk's heart. With the fascination of his words, the prey will fall into the memories of the past.

"Hey, hey, can you stop lying down and go out for a stroll."

The succubus repeated: "Hey, hey..."

"Let me listen to one more episode, just this one! How did you know I wanted to drive this gentleman home."

"What he said is great, I promise I won't be discovered by Xiao Yanzi, and I will send him back in the morning!"

The succubus smiled and thought: Could it be that the monk's sweetheart is his little bamboo horse?This word is a bit silly.

After a few paragraphs of daily life, the style of speech suddenly changed.

"I really want to kill him."

Succubus: Yeah?

Soon, the succubus couldn't laugh anymore.

In the past, he could easily read the emotion of this image and express it vividly.

With the blessing of illusion landscaping, a few words can often trigger more heartstrings.

However, the transformation this time made him feel chills even as a monster.

As soon as the word "kill" came out, the innocent tone of this image faded away like a tide.

The person he transformed seemed to have been pulled out of his soul, leaving only an empty shell. He said coldly: "I have thought of a hundred ways to torture him. During those 100 years, every year, every day, and every moment, I , wanted to kill him, cut off his hands and feet, chopped his bones, drank his blood, threw it into a sword furnace and burned it, then broke it inch by inch, sank in molten iron, and melted his soul into a piece. beach."

Cold sweat poured down the back of the succubus who repeated every word, and he was questioning frantically in his heart.

What kind of murderous embryo lived in the memory of this wood spirit root monk? !

"But you see, I didn't kill him."

"I thought of your words, but I didn't do anything."

"It's only a little bit short, I stopped the sword."

The dead silence reappeared, but it was like a trace of embers in the white ashes after the fire.

In the end, the man asked softly, with a bit of grievance, and a little cautious.

"Xie Cangshan, am I good?"

The succubus opened her eyes wide.

... W-what?

——Xie Cangshan? !

Cang Shan stood with his hands behind his back, and said, "Your charm skills are well practiced."

As soon as the succubus' legs gave way, "Plop" knelt down.

Although Xie Jianzun's words are no longer as widely spread in the two worlds as they were hundreds of years ago, his power is still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

When he is dead, he is just a thin page in the book, but if he is alive, it is simply unimaginable.

The succubus's illusion had completely dissipated, and his shrill tone had broken down. He said hastily: "Jianzun, Jianzun, spare your life! We are all following orders, and we have no intention of offending you!"

This succubus is indeed an expert at perceiving people's hearts. After the initial panic, he was able to think of a way to save his life.

He said eagerly: "Jianzun Mingzhi, it was the idea of ​​those seven demon generals to invite Lan Yinjian! Especially the one whose surname is Ying!"

"They insisted on fighting, and used the Yin Pit as the execution ground for the disobedient demons. My lord was young, and the king's blood was in decline. Now the demon world is also disturbed by them. We, the succubi, are not good at fighting, so we can only follow orders. , if Sword Master spares my life, I am willing to ruin my life for Sword Master!"

Cangshan said: "It doesn't matter if you're heartbroken."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and tapped the succubus' forehead.

The succubus trembled all over, and clearly felt that a deed had been written on the magic pill in his body.

Immortal sect techniques have always been used to eliminate demons and suppress demons. There has never been a kind of Taoism that can make a contract with demons.

"This is……!"

The pupils of the succubus almost shrink into a line.

In front of his eyes, the devilish energy grew like flowers, entered from between the eyebrows, swept the sea of ​​consciousness like a gust of wind.

Li Pu'er sat beside the blood box worriedly. Fellow Daoist Mu didn't come back, and the succubus didn't know where to go either.

When the demon soldiers woke up, they saw that there were two people missing, but they were joking, as if they were waiting for a good show.

It began to snow heavily in the Demon Realm before dawn, the sky turned from blue to a delicate milky color, fluffy gray clouds floated slowly, and the entire sky was like a huge snowflake jade, bright but pale.

The sound of the trees being crushed by the snow kept ringing all around, and it seemed that someone was walking on tiptoe in the snow, which sounded particularly strange.

Suddenly a curtain of white vines was pushed aside, and Cang Shan, wearing a dark green robe, walked to the wooden box under the watchful eyes of Li Pu'er and the magic soldiers, brushed the white snow off the stone with his wide sleeves, and sat down with a shake of the robe.

Li Pu'er crawled to the side of Cangshan, his eyes widened.

He didn't dare to look too openly. He saw that the wooden puppet's expression was normal, and there was no hindrance in walking. He just fell back into his chest with his heart, but when he turned his head, he saw that the succubus had also returned, limping, and his whole face White as paper.

Li Pu'er: ...

Magic Soldier: ...

Cang Shan grabbed the snow, washed his hands, and said to Li Pu'er, "What are you thinking about?"

On the other end, the demon soldiers also approached the succubus and asked in a low voice, "Brother, are you sucked back by him?"

The succubus held his forehead and said, "Don't ask."

The magic soldier couldn't help being shocked: "This little white face looks so weak, but is so brave?!"

The succubus made a bitter face: "I beg you, brother, for the sake of us living well in the future, don't ask any more questions."

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Succubus: Who would have thought!I am the first QAQ to see Jianzun take off his vest