Chapter 253

Stepping on the moonlit night, looking for the smell left, I finally found Meng Fei's courtyard.

The three meter high wall completely separates the inside from the outside world. In the dark, it has an unspeakable sense of gloom.

Wasted his eyes slightly narrowed, his eyes stayed on the courtyard wall for a moment, then suddenly his feet were a little, and his body had jumped in lightly.

He didn't hide or hide, but just swaggered in.

The night is dark and windy. It's the time to kill.

If you let these scum live, it's really sorry for such a moonlight.

"Who is it?" Just as he drove into the lobby in vain, the guards here suddenly became alert, but shouted.

The wasted eyes narrowed slightly, and the real Qi penetrated into the bottom of his eyes. He looked at the visitor carefully, but he saw that there was a thick blood evil spirit on the person, and vaguely, there seemed to be resentment.

There must be nothing wrong with this hand stained with blood.

So he smiled calmly, but in his smile, there was a touch of senhan's murderous spirit.

"I'm the one who came to pass you!"

The words were faint. It seemed that the man in front of him was already a dead man, and his steps kept on. He flicked between his fingers. A one dollar coin bounced out, right in the middle of the man's eyebrows.

With his mouth open and a touch of disbelief, the man's body softened slowly.

The killing had begun, and he was merciless no longer. As he moved, he went to the secret room where song Heyang and Yuanyang were located.

Several guards, who had already died, were all used as nourishment for the ring. He really didn't have any psychological pressure to kill these people.

Because these people, all damn it!

"Bang!"

He wasted a lot of murderous energy and was preparing for a hard battle, but after kicking the door open, he was stunned by the scene inside.

Mud horse, is this a black eat black? Or bitter meat?

In the secret room, song Heyang and Yuanyang were both dying.

Song Heyang looked even more miserable. His arms were shoulder length and broken. His blood flowed all over the floor. His face was as white as paper. It was obvious that he was dead.

Although Yuanyang looks better than him, it's not much better.

At his chest, a ruler was inserted into the handle and passed through his heart. He was weak and lying on the ground. His whole body was covered with blood. Looking at that appearance, he couldn't tell how many wounds there were on his body.

In fact, what he didn't know was that he forcibly performed the crippled Dharma.

Seeing that Yuanyang had more breath and less air, he didn't bother to mend the knife. Instead, he walked slowly and squatted down beside him: "Hey, are you exploding chrysanthemums with each other?"

Whether Yuanyang was about to die or was shocked by the words of waste, he rolled his eyes, groaned in pain, and looked at the waste with godless eyes: "who are you?"

"I was the one who wanted your life, but now it seems that I don't need it anymore." Wasted people and animals smiled innocuously, and a look of regret filled their faces.

"Help me, I can tell you a big secret!" Yuanyang suddenly struggled, stretched out his bloody hand and grabbed the wasted arm with a bright luster of survival in his eyes.

Although he knew that he was a near death, it was better to live than to die, so there was a glimmer of hope that he would never give up.

"So?" The idle hand gently touched his chin, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.

Not that he pretended to be deep, but that he felt a familiar breath in Yuanyang.

There is nothing wrong with this breath, which is the double cultivation of yin and Yang, but the breath on Yuanyang seems strange and evil compared with himself.

Fellow believers!

Almost at the first time, he figured out the problem.

It seems that this man robbed those girls for his yin-yang double cultivation method, but this method is too unscrupulous to take.

But he said there was a secret. It seems to be true. We must ask it clearly.

"Well, tell me, the Buddha is listening. If you coax the Buddha to be happy, you may save your life."

"You save me, I will say!" Yuanyang knew that if he didn't do it in vain, he would die, so he bargained with him.

"Alas, I thought you were going to hang up. I don't need the poor monk to spend time, so I want you to die slowly, but you have to force the Buddha to kill me. I'm really helpless!"

Waste lightly sighed and looked at Yuanyang sympathetically, but it made Yuanyang suddenly cold in his heart and shook his whole body before he came.

With this, he suddenly raised his right hand, stretched out a finger and shook it in front of Yuanyang: "have you ever heard of soul searching finger?"

Yuanyang shook his head in horror. Although he had never heard of it, he didn't know it when he heard the name.

"You're lucky because you're about to know what this spell is." In the well intentioned reminder, a wasted finger points to the sea of Qi in Yuanyang.

A wisp of cold air flow quickly flowed in along the air flow of Yuanyang, and then he only felt that ten thousand ants ate his heart.

The bones of the whole body seem to be bitten in an instant. This feeling is that life is better than death.

What made his life worse than death was that he smiled and said, "this is just the beginning. It will be more wonderful below. You can enjoy it slowly. I believe that after a while, you will remember even how many people your mother stole!"

"No, no, I, I said!" Yuanyang was really afraid. This taste made him want to die immediately, but he couldn't lift his whole body. The true Qi had been completely lax and couldn't gather at all. He just wanted to die, and there was no possibility.

But the painful feeling became more and more serious, which made him want to scratch the skin of his whole body.

But he could not grasp it, because his hand had no strength to move.

Another moment, the soul seems to be bitten and torn a little, but the mind is very sober, a little more sober than usual.

What's more, this painful feeling is real. The desire to survive was very strong. He didn't want to die, but at the moment, he just wanted to end his painful life early.

"If I had known now, why did I have to start?" Vanity sighed lightly, pointing again at his sea of Qi. The feeling of thousands of ants devouring his heart and the deep-seated pain were slightly gone, which made his face better.

But slowly tell everything you know.

"Hehuan Valley?" Idleness was slightly surprised.

Needless to say, you can also know that this must be a double cultivation sect. In this world, there are other double cultivation skills in addition to master's own happy heart demon Zen Sutra.

It's just that the double cultivation method of Hehuan Valley is too insidious. It actually extracts the breath of the other party for use through intercourse, but the other party will be seriously injured, and those who are serious will die.

This kind of skill, which harms others and benefits himself, is obviously not taken in vain. His eyes narrowed slightly, but he suddenly looked at Yuanyang.

After all, I used a soul searching finger. If I don't get back some benefits, it's really not in line with the character of waste.

"What else did you say? Say it all together, and I'll listen to the key points, otherwise, you'll enjoy it slowly here! "

Yuanyang seemed to flash a resolution in his eyes, but he finally said in a deep voice: "in fact, there is a strange treasure in our Hehuan valley. It is said that it was brought by the founder of the kaipai sect of Hehuan valley. With this treasure, he established the sect."

"Yibao?" The wasted eyes suddenly lit up, good thing!

And with such a treasure, you can start a school. This baby is absolutely forced to explain.

You have to know what it is.

With bright eyes, he looked at Yuanyang enthusiastically: "what does that strange treasure look like?"

"Buddha's mirror, I'm just an external disciple. How can I have seen such strange treasures." Yuanyang said, but he saw his wasted face sink, and suddenly he couldn't help shivering.

He hurriedly added: "Buddha, I really haven't seen that strange treasure, but I heard people say that our ancestor was a layman disciple of Shaolin Temple in his early years!"

"Oh?" The wasted eyelids suddenly jumped, but there was a touch of ecstasy in my heart: "mud horse, is it a wooden fish?"

Unexpectedly, he learned such information. It can be said that he had made a lot of money, so he grew up and walked out slowly.

Behind him, Yuanyang was foolish and cried sadly, "Buddha, kill me quickly!"

"I'm a Buddha. How can I kill people at will? Please ask for your own blessings!"

The words are faint, but they have gone far.

In a moment, Yuanyang's sad voice rang miserably, making the whole courtyard like hell on earth.

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"Little girl, you can run very well. Now run again!" Old nine licked his scarlet lips, revealing a touch of blood eating cruelty. He looked at Meng Fei angrily and shouted fiercely.

"You, don't come!" Meng Fei took out the key dagger in her hand and put it against her neck. A touch of cold feeling immediately stimulated her, but a touch of determination appeared in her eyes.

Lao Jiu obviously didn't expect Meng Fei to do this. He was stunned for a moment. Behind him, someone whispered a reminder: "brother Jiu, she is the one who has been told to protect. We..."

Lao Jiu snorted heavily, pressed his past steps and stopped.

But in the twinkling of an eye, I was stunned when I saw Xiao Lan coming.

Xiaolan looked at him lightly, threw a hint, and then seemed not to stand firm, but ran straight into Lao Jiu.

Lao Jiu reacted, but he grabbed her and turned his palm. A dagger had reached her neck, and then looked at Meng Fei fiercely.

"If you dare to mess around, I'll kill her!"

Xiaolan was more frightened and shouted, "sister Fei, help me!"