The villain is addicted to my furry

The young man raised his magnificent and unparalleled little face, and said confidently: "I am from the master's side!"

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Ji Rushuang hastily chimed in: "Palace master calm down, little Phoenix is ​​young and ignorant."

Then, she put on the appearance of a big sister and said earnestly: "Little Phoenix, where is your master from?"

Your master is from the Night Palace, that is, the subordinate of the palace master Mo Yi, so please, you have to be obedient, little Phoenix.

Zhou Yutang: "The master is on his own side, and he will not be inferior to anyone."

Ji Rushuang: ...I'm tired, destroy it!

Instead, Mo Yi sneered: "The phoenix does not live in the sycamore tree, it does not eat in the bamboo, it does not drink in the sweet spring, it is cool and beautiful, lonely and noble, so it doesn't matter." Before Zhou Yutang could guess what this little devil meant, Mo Yi said Said: "I know that you have a lot to do with Yin Qiusuo, and you don't want him to die, so that's fine. If he dies, I will lose all my fun. If you have tears, use them!" @无限好文, , all in Jinjiang Literature City

Zhou Yutang blurted out: "Are you going to hurt yourself?"

Mo Yi put on that innocent smile again.

Depend on!

If Mo Yi mutilated himself endlessly, his little Phoenix would not be able to hang Yin Yu's life even if he was blind from crying, after all, tears are limited!

Ji Rushuang blew a loud whistle, and soon, the sound of swords clashing and fighting came from several mountains in the distance, as well as the sound of fighting one after another.

It was Yegong Moxiu who broke in!

Without Tiangang Sword Formation, it would be easy for the Yegong army to invade and occupy Tianxuezong!

As for the surrounding Kunlun Illusion, in Xie Yang's eyes, it is useless, and the solution to it has long been written in black and white!

The army of demon cultivators quickly attacked as if they had entered the land of no one. Zhu Gouxun rushed out of the crowd and headed straight for Zhou Yutang. He was relieved to see that Engong had survived all injuries.Then he led the oriole to Xie Yang, bowed respectfully and called out: "Young one has seen the holy envoy."

Immortals and demons melee, swords dance flurry.

Master Puyang beheaded three demon cultivators in a row, and rushed to Qing Yong's side, Qing Yong looked at Xie Yang, Xie Yang frowned slightly, hesitating slightly.

Qing Yong reassured: "Ling Xiao, I will join hands with your Uncle Puyang, nothing will happen."

With the enemy at hand, there was no time for him to look forward and backward.Xie Yang nodded slightly, and threw the Tiangang Sword Talisman that he had hidden in advance to Master Puyang.

Immortal Puyang caught it, and threw it at the elder of Tianxue Sect who stumbled over from a distance: "Quickly start the formation!"

The elder was caught off guard, he was taken aback for a moment before catching it in a hurry, the situation was critical and he didn't have time to ask more questions, so he hurriedly gathered the other two elders to activate the sword array.

Qing Zheng said in a deep voice, "Ling Xiao."

Xie Yang suppressed the entanglements overflowing in his chest, and took out the Immortal in Painting from the Dan Mansion.

Qing Yong smiled slightly: "Good boy." Qing Yong flew into the air, and cast spells with both hands, releasing all the spiritual power in the golden core!

The Puyang real person who came to support him did not expect Qingyong to activate the Immortal Picture: "Senior brother!"

The celestial being in the painting is the treasure of the Qianli Gallery, and it is extremely depleted of cultivation, if it is not for the power to dominate one side, it is almost a trick to kill them all!Even at Qinghan's level, even if the golden core doesn't burst into ashes, it's inevitable that his spiritual power will be exhausted and he will become a cripple.

Once Immortal in Picture is activated, no one can interfere at all.Mo Yi secretly thought something was wrong and wanted to hide, but it was too late.

- Dao Shabai's light enveloped the sky, covering the sky and the earth, a vast expanse of whiteness, flawless and clean.

Xie Yang opened his eyes again, the target was a male monk covered in blood.

Based on the similarities between the eyebrows, Xie Yang probably recognized that this should be Mo Yi and Yin Kongcheng's father, Yin Ting.

The painting fairy's target is not him, so he retains his memory and clear mind.On the contrary, Yin Kongjue, who suffered from it, became confused.

At this time, Yin Kongjue looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, and he was a relatively thin boy.He held the broken ice cup in his left hand, and his right hand was stained with blood. Facing the father he killed with his own hands, he wore a crazy grin on his face, and trampled on the corpse like a ghost from hell, until Yin Ting's corpse was in tatters.

Qing Yong treated Xie Yang specially, so Yin Kongjue couldn't see him.

Judging by Yin Kongjue's appearance, he should have survived a catastrophe and avenged himself by slaying his biological father. The "wedding dress" has not yet been practiced, the palace master has not yet been made, and the lifeline has not yet been formed. The timing of everything is just right.

Xie Yang can't act hastily, if Yin Kongjue suddenly wakes up, he will be the one who will encounter him.Furthermore, even if he slaps the defenseless Yin Kongjue to death with one palm, it is useless. He is immortal, so he can take as much as he wants to replace the dead ghost. When he joined the Night Palace, he was also forced to drink the mysterious substance. , I am also one of the dead ghosts.

Xie Yang followed Yin Kongjue to an open place, Yin Kongjue sat by the river and washed his hands, then sat cross-legged for seven days.

Seven days later, Yin Kongjue woke up, with a crazy smile on his lips, he began to practice the magic way, imitating the demon cultivator to absorb ** yuan to boost his cultivation.Unexpectedly, he was eager for quick success and quick success, and accidentally lost his temper, rolling all over the ground in pain, wishing to give himself a celestial spirit cover for relief.After finally getting through it, he healed his scars and forgot the pain, and continued to practice with this method. As a result, he went mad for the second time, and his pain doubled. While enduring the pain, he repeatedly carved words with a dagger on the ground, writing over and over again The name of Yin Kongcheng, the great enemy, is written in the place of Tian Xuezong's lifelong hatred.

Originally, he should also be a young master who is pampered, has no worries about food and drink, and grows up under the respect and love of thousands of people.But now?

Dining and sleeping in the open, struggling to survive in a dark corner, enduring the torture of hell.And what about the so-called brother?

He is using the life he stole from himself to enjoy the status of the young master of Tianxuezong, enjoy the light of the stars holding the moon, and enjoy the silk, silk, brocade clothes and jade food.

Why!

Turning hatred into motivation, continuous cultivation, ushered in the third obsession.

This time, his body suffered a real blow, and his bones grew in reverse, turning from a young man into an eight-year-old child.But it was also worth it, because the goal he pursued was finally achieved, he practiced the "wedding dress" and became immortal.

He changed his name and surname, slaughtered the Master of the Night Palace, and sat on the supreme seat himself. The more he used the "wedding dress", the easier it was for him to use. He simply planted all his cronies in the "wedding dress". "Official Lord." Ji Rushuang knelt at Yin Kongjue's feet, I saw that the pityful apricot eyes were stained with water, and my body trembled slightly due to fear. I obviously wanted to cry, but I tried my best not to cry, "I beg the palace lord to let it go." Rushuang's younger sister, please beg for mercy from the official lord, Rushuang is grateful for the official lord's kindness, and will definitely die for the official lord..."

Yin Kongjue smiled sweetly: "Sister Rushuang, where did you say that? I neither put your sister under house arrest, nor sent anyone to harm your sister, so why let it go?" "Palace Master. "Ji Rushuang bit her lips in despair, desperately trying to hold back her tears. "As long as you are obedient, work hard for this seat, and be a qualified scapegoat, your sister will be safe and sound, otherwise..." Yin Kongjue smiled with two cute dimples, "You know the consequences."

Ji Rushuang slumped her shoulders in despair, digging hard at the cold floor tiles with both hands, and didn't even notice until she got five finger holes.She didn't dare to resist at all, and she couldn't resist.

How to do it?Kill Yin Kongjue?

Are you kidding, not to mention that Yin Kongjue has a group of scapegoats, who have long been immortals that the king of Hades would not accept.Even if Ji Rushuang was given a chance, so what, the difference in strength is too great, she is no match for Yin Kongjue at all.

She can only be Yin Kongjue's tool forever and ever, a humble and pitiful puppet who is famous outside.

Yin Kongjue enjoys this feeling, which is the refreshing feeling of those in power. The ability to control the life and death of others is really addictive.

He suddenly didn't feel regretful and didn't blame others so much, because even if he hadn't been "changed", he was still the young suzerain of Tianxuezong, but there were too many rules in the immortal world, and he hung "strict self-discipline and lenient treatment" all day long. On the lips, this is not allowed and that is not allowed, even the Tianxue Sect is not exempt, how can being the master of the demon world be free and happy?

The young suzerain can't do whatever he wants, and can't kill anyone just because he doesn't like it.

But the palace master can.Demon Lord can.

Yin Kongjue looked at the towering ancient tree that had survived for thousands of years in the courtyard outside the hall. It had a nice name called Zhuang Zhou Mengdie.

A thought came to his mind, Yin Kongjue smiled fiercely, twisted a wisp of magic breath between his fingers, gently tore off a hair of his own, and buried it in the root of a tree.

Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly!

Xie Yang's pupils constricted, and his fingertips trembled slightly due to extreme excitement.

Mo Yi's lifeblood is actually in Zhuang Zhou's Dream Butterfly Tree, so Ming Yi Huang has a naked mouth, and he goes through magic training almost every day, and picks its leaves and fruits every month to make medicine!

According to normal people's way of thinking, they would think that Mo Yi hides his lifeline in the ends of the earth, at least not in the devil world!Maybe in the fairy world, maybe in the mortal world, or maybe in the wild eighteen wilderness where the environment is extremely harsh - the more dangerous the place, the safer.

Knowing where the lifeblood is, Mo Yi's life is no longer a fantasy.It's just that if you don't get rid of the "wedding dress", everything is just a fantasy.

To put it simply, the "wedding dress" is his shield, and the "lifeline" is his flesh and blood, even the shield can't penetrate it, so there's no need to pierce the flesh and blood with a single knife.

Xie Yang's cold eyes fell to other places, he was about to leave the fairy in the painting, he panicked for no reason, he almost subconsciously turned his head to look at Mo Yi - the eight-year-old boy's eyes just fell Coming over, a pair of dark and clear pupils reflected Xie Yang's astonished face.

he woke up! ! !

Xie Yang tapped the ground with his toes, and he retreated a few meters away in an instant, only to find that Mo Yi had no intention of attacking him, but had a round chin on his face, with a half-smile that was sure of winning.

At any rate, he is the lord of the Night Palace. Others will lose themselves in the painting fairy, and it is difficult to wake up when they are deeply trapped in it, until they are sucked dry by the painting fairy and drain their spiritual power.But what kind of cultivation and insight Mo Yi has, he will wake up sooner or later, Xie Yang has been prepared for this from the very beginning.

Mo Yi was standing on the porch, with his hands behind his hands, he took his gaze away from Xie Yang and landed on the ancient tree in the courtyard: "The holy envoy is worthy of being a holy envoy, and he can still be in danger if he is caught by me." Not chaos, if you are really capable of this seat, this seat will definitely reward you, it's a pity..."

Mo Yi's tone was very relaxed, he didn't feel heartbroken at being betrayed by his subordinates at all, he was never sad, never disappointed, and definitely never became ashamed.

On the contrary, he felt an unprecedented stimulation.

He didn't expect that Taishang Xianmen would use his crooked brains on himself, undercover, secret work?

They are really willing to spend all their money, and send Xie Yang, the future pillar of the Immortal Dao, as an internal response, so they are not afraid that such a good person will be included in it?

The smile on Mo Yi's face deepened: "The old man Qingyong has more palaces than that hypocrite Lu Jiao, and he can't bear the fact that the child can't be caught by a wolf, is he?"

Without answering, Xie Yang asked instead: "You think I lost?" "Don't you?" Mo Yi was aroused, and became more and more curious about what other tricks Xie Yang could use.

He is not a fool, so naturally he will not be fooled around by a fledgling boy.It doesn't matter whether Xie Yang works carefully, it doesn't matter whether he is a fairy or a demon, it doesn't even matter if he joins the night palace sincerely, and it doesn't matter what conspiracy or tricks he has, as long as he gets his "wedding dress", then he It's just a doll that I let myself play with.

If he were to die on the third watch, Lord Yan would not dare to wait until the fifth watch to collect his soul!

Xie Yang's long eyebrows were slightly frowned: "The palace master is conceited of his immortality, and has never put people in his eyes." "People?" Mo Yi was amused by the success, "A group of ants, are they worthy?"

Xie Yang did not answer.

Mo Yi closed his eyes, breathed out a breath, and said with regret: "I am a person who cherishes talents. I really don't want to destroy a unparalleled genius like you. It's a pity, a pity, you Picked the wrong path."

Xie Yang was speechless: "Really rely on you, to be your scapegoat?"

Mo Yi suddenly felt wronged and wronged: "Big brother, I have thousands of ghosts to take the place of, and it's not your turn!"

Mo Yi can designate whoever he wants to take the place of the injured and die.That being the case...

Xie Yang suddenly realized a problem, a problem that he had ignored for so long!

Since Mo Yi has this ability, why did he send Ji Rushuang to Konghao Xiaozhu to assassinate the traitor when Bai Jiaoniang betrayed her?Can he control Bai Jiaoniang's life and death even if he is far away?

Was Bai Jiaoniang not planted a "wedding dress"?This is impossible, as long as any demon cultivator who seeks a high position in the night palace will never escape Mo Yi's murderous hands, let alone Bai Jiaoniang is the dignified envoy.

By the way, Yin Kongcheng said that the ice-breaking cup, the treasure of Tian Xuezong, had been missing for a long time. According to Mo Yi's childhood past that he saw just now, after he killed his biological father, he snatched away the ice-breaking cup.

In other words, the Pobing Cup was originally in Mo Yi's hands, and Mo Yi also practiced the "wedding dress" with the help of the Pobing Cup's divine power.

Everything has a knot and a solution, maybe the way to crack the "wedding dress" lies in the Pobing Cup, but Bai Jiaoniang stole the Pobing away by some means.

Where is the icebreaker now?

When killing Bai Jiaoniang, Ji Rushuang directly emptied her alchemy mansion without breaking the ice at all.Could it be that she gave it to Lu Zhanmian?

Absolutely possible!

Mo Yi suddenly smiled, like a child begging for sweets to show off his cuteness: "Xie Lingxiao, did you think of something?"

Xie Yang didn't hide anything, and said openly: "Bai Jiaoniang stole Pobing, not only betraying you, but also successfully escaped your control."

Mo Yi couldn't help clapping, his face was full of praise: "Okay, you guessed it right. But so what if you guessed right, there is no ice-breaking water here, even if there is, it's not just something you can get it It works, it takes time to realize it slowly.”

Mo Yi lowered his eyes, revealing the bloodthirsty sharpness in his eyes: "Do you still have time?"

Xie Yang was still calm and composed, facing the piercing coercion, let alone running for his life, he didn't even release the spiritual power to protect his body.

This appearance of disarming and surrendering makes Mo Yi feel very boring. After all, he has seen too many people kneeling and begging for mercy in his life, scared the shit out of him, and it is long gone.

Forget it, I don't bother to waste time slowly torturing him, let's end it quickly, Yin Kongcheng and his son are still waiting for him to play tricks!

Mo Yi lightly raised his hand, before the magic breath was released, he suddenly remembered something, before he could ask, he was amused: "I said why are you so calm, you almost forgot about that thing So far, you are relying on the seven volumes, right?"

Xie Yang was noncommittal: "Yes."

Mo Yi couldn't bear it anymore, and burst out laughing: "Xie Lingxiao, Xie Lingxiao, you have gone so smoothly in this life, you feel that you are the darling of heaven, the child of luck, and you can do everything easily Is it? You are so young, why do you think you can comprehend the true meaning of the seven scrolls? It is indeed amazing that you can perfectly control this ancient evil treasure. A hundred years and a thousand years is absolutely impossible!"

Mo Yi's eyes showed a murderous look of exhaustion: "And now you don't even have time to blink!"

Mo Yi didn't attack Xie Yang, he raised his hand to use his palm as a blade, and slashed hard at the position of his chest!

This palm is enough to shatter five internal organs!

What a pity, what a pity!

Xie Lingxiao was supposed to be his right-hand man, but now he has to turn into a pool of flesh and blood, what a pity!

Mo Yi endured the pain of cracking internal organs, manipulated the blood curse to cast "wedding dress", and sent it to the astonishingly talented and beautiful scapegoat. "..."

Qi and blood surged, the pain intensified, and Mo Yi spurted out a mouthful of blood!

how can that be! ?

Mo Yi's eyes widened in astonishment, his legs trembled due to the severe pain, and he finally couldn't hold back and fell to his knees. The blood kept gushing out of his mouth, and he couldn't stop it. He took a closer look at the sticky and glaring There seems to be something mixed in the blood, is it... the shattered internal organs?

The injury did not transfer?

Impossible, this is impossible! ! !

Mo Yi suddenly looked at Xie Yang: "You" me what? "Xie Yang still stood in the same position, not to mention his body, but he didn't even raise his eyebrows, "I can't comprehend the true meaning of the seven scrolls at such a young age? "

Mo Yi spat out another mouthful of blood.

The blood-colored runes belonging to the seven volumes soared into the sky, surrounding Xie Yang's body in a dazzling array.

Mo Yi couldn't understand, totally couldn't understand: "You, what did you do..."

Xie Yang's eyes were cold: "The seven volumes contain the seven most yin and most evil techniques of the magic way, but these are not its ultimate." "The ultimate?" Mo Yi's soul was shaken, and suddenly he had an extremely ominous premonition, "What? "

Xie Yang didn't answer, Mo Yi's ominous premonition came true.

His eyes widened unbelievably, and he felt the strange flow of magic breath in the golden core in horror.

The magic breath, the magic breath was... sucked away! ! !

What is the ultimate of the seven scrolls?

He guessed right, he really guessed right! ——It is rewriting and deprivation!

Rewritten the "wedding dress" and deprived others of their cultivation! "Poor Ji has worked hard all his life, and his cultivation has been taken by others to make wedding dresses for others." Xie Yang stepped forward slowly, stopped in front of Mo Yi, his face was as cold as frost, and there was a raging evil light in his eyes. It's frightening to hear. "This is the real "wedding dress", right?" Xie Yang sneered coldly, "My lord, is this envoy right?"

Mo Yi was covered in blood. For the first time, he felt fear, bone-piercing fear.

Rewrite all blood curse tricks and deprive all divine power.Seven scrolls, no wonder it is known as... an ancient evil treasure.

Xie Yang suppressed his smile, and his eyes were sinister: "Now I still want to ask, did I lose?"