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Initially, Zhen Qingyuan and Zhou Shucai thought that they were only dealing with a little girl and did not think much of it.

The two of them were hidden in the dark and planned on taking care of the black-clothed assassins after they obtained the item. This way, no one would know that the item would once again fall into their hands.

To the Patriarch Zhen, this box was too important and too important.

It was an accident that he was on the stage. Or maybe he was playing some dirty trick.

All in all, they didn't want too many people to know about this.

Zhen Qingyuan could only obey his father's orders and knew the importance of this item.

In order to reduce the potential dangers and ensure that there would be no more complications in the future, it was best to kill all the people who had participated in the assassination attempt on the treasure.

After all, only the mouths of the dead were the most firm.

He didn't expect that this young girl would have such a great background.

It was a height they could not reach at all.

They were regretting it.

If he had known earlier, why would he have given the box to her?

It was better than dying here.

But it was too late.

With just that little bit of strength, how could they be a match for Lan Yin?

As expected, just as they were about to escape, they were caught red-handed by Lan Yin.

Zhou Shucai was so scared that both his legs went limp, he didn't even have the strength to roll over.

If it was in the past, he would probably drool upon seeing such a beautiful girl.

However, at this moment, his saliva had yet to come out, and instead flowed out … Seeing a puddle of light yellow liquid seep out from Zhou Shucai's crotch, Lan Yin lightly covered the tip of her nose and said with disdain, "Truly useless!"

She was somewhat self-deprecating, but more of it was doubt.

Was he very scary?

Was it that scary?

He had actually scared this guy to the point that he peed his pants before doing anything to him.

Today was truly an eye-opener.

Thinking about how it had been three years since they had left the palace, he wondered how the martial arts world had evaluated her.

Forget it, forget it.

In any case, she wasn't planning on letting these people escape unscathed.

I'm afraid.

It was better than seeing her with that disgusting, lecherous look.

Zhen Qingyuan also glared at Zhou Shucai with a look of disdain, and then shifted his gaze to the side.

At the moment of death, as the young master of the Zhen Clan, although his strength was far inferior to Lan Yin, he was firm in heart.

Being completely controlled by Lan Yin wasn't out of the ordinary.

"Since it has fallen into your hands, kill it if you want. "If I were to frown, I would pretend to be a member of the Zhen Clan."

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk."

Lan Yin looked at the two of them in a stubborn manner, and in the end, her gaze landed on Zhen Qingyuan, nodding his head, and jokingly said: "He can be considered a tough nut to crack. However, whether it's real or fake, I don't know. We need to confirm it. "

Zhen Qingyuan's fingers trembled.

Confirmation?

How could she prove it?

He suddenly felt uneasy.

Pixia Palace.

In the eyes of the people, it was the sect of female cultivators.

The appearance of any disciple in the martial arts world was a stunning feat, not inferior to any makeup on the outside world.

However, to these noble and illustrious children of aristocratic families, those goddess-looking women were a group of demoness that ate people without spitting out their bones.

They were vicious in nature, and their methods were cruel. Their attacks were merciless, making it impossible for others to guard against them.

The Pixia Palace had developed to this day, and along the way, countless of heroic elites from the martial arts world had died at their feet.

In the Loess Plains, only the skeletons of numerous heroes and wandering souls were able to establish the position of the Pixia Palace.

It's just that a while ago, there were rumors saying that a great change happened to the Pixia Palace, and the whereabouts of the Lord of the Pixia Palace was unknown.

If it was true, then Lan Yin's appearance here must have been for a reason other than that of a foreigner.

Furthermore, she was coveting that box. Could it be … Thinking of this, Zhen Qingyuan trembled.

But how did they know the secret of the box?

After knowing the identity of the young girl in front of him, Zhen Qingyuan dared to be so confident. This matter was definitely related to 'that person'.

It had nothing to do with it.

"What do you want?"

What he didn't know was that the moment he said those words, even though he pretended to be calm on the surface, the trembling voice within the words still betrayed him.

Lan Yin did not answer, she only turned around to face the group of black clothed men, and said calmly: "I am in a good mood today, I can open up a corner and give each of you a chance to live. As long as you are able to kill everyone else and survive, I will spare your life. In other words, only one of you can leave this place alive. Remember, there's only one chance. Whether or not you can control it will depend on yourselves. "

Hearing that Lan Yin gave them a chance to live, everyone's eyes lit up.

But when they heard that this was an opportunity for all of them to kill each other, the hope that had just arisen died down once more.

Was this to give them a chance?

She was clearly laughing at them, making them her tools to kill.

However, Zhen Qingyuan did not think so.

These black robed assassins had been working for their family in the first place.

They were serving him.

If he wanted them to die, they would die without hesitation.

This was the mission of the Deathsworn.

As for Zhou Shucai, how could that idiot be his opponent?

Even if he wanted his father's life, his father wouldn't dare to say anything, much less him.

Seeing the corner of Zhen Qingyuan's lips curving up slightly, how could Lan Yin not know what he was thinking?

Even though Lan Yin was extremely obedient in front of Yao Shuang, she was sometimes like a little girl who was arguing with her sisters.

In fact, she was a shrewd, scheming, and ruthless woman.

She raised her eyes, gave a charming smile, and once again said to the killers in black: "If you all don't plan to take action, and just accept your fate, then I can only reluctantly accept it, and send you all on your way."

As she spoke, her slender fingers fiddled with the lute profound handle, and following the sound, a profound thread once again shot towards Zhou Shucai.

This time, the profound silk wrapped around Zhou Shucai's neck directly.

Zhou Shucai only felt his neck go cold, and then, one after another of the pipa demon notes rushed into his ears, breaking through his eardrums and entering into his seven orifices.

Suddenly, everyone looked at Zhou Shucai's eyes that were bulging out.

Red veins quickly appeared in his eyes.

At the same time, the bridge of his nose began to collapse, and the bones of his nose began to leak out. Dark red blood flowed from his nostrils and the holes in his ears.

His lips and even his teeth were constantly turning purple and black.

His face instantly became extremely hideous.

Streaks of red blood seeped out from under Zhou Shucai's skin, and his veins had already turned blood-red.

The red blood vessels could be seen with the naked eye, and even showed signs of rupturing.

He struggled in pain, but couldn't make a sound.

As time passed, his eyes bulged and bulged.

And at this moment, the blood-red had already filled his pupils.

Bang.

With a bang, the huge eyeball exploded the moment it broke, and a burst of light burst out along with it from the nasal bone.

That face was no longer a human face. Apart from the outer layer of skin, it had already become half a skeleton.

This wasn't the end.

Under everyone's fearful gazes, Zhou Shucai's skull continued to grow bigger, bulging out from his head. At the same time, his eyeballs exploded, and his skull exploded as well.

In a split second, his brain had ruptured, and the blood flowing out of his seven orifices was already filled with Zhou Shucai's clothes.

What caused everyone to be afraid was that Zhou Shucai was still alive.

A few black-clothed men were so scared that they knelt on the ground.

They had no time to care about the rolling in their stomachs. They pulled out their swords and were about to commit suicide.

How could Lan Yin let them die so easily?

He immediately played with the lute, and the remaining three strands of Xuan Qi struck the blades of those men in black one after another at lightning speed.

An ice-cold voice came over, no longer as light and pleasant as before, "Did I say you were going to die?"

In their eyes, Lan Yin was like a demon from hell, terrifyingly terrifying.

Zhen Qingyuan was standing not far from Zhou Shucai, in a silent daze.

He saw this scene more clearly than anyone else.

Every single change that happened to Zhou Shucai's body was clearly visible to him.

At this moment, he was scared silly. His expression was chapped, and he could no longer maintain his ridiculous appearance as a young master of an aristocratic family.

His legs were already swinging.

He wasn't afraid of death, but he was afraid of such a painful death.

If you had heard for a long time, you might as well see it. You already knew that the nine fairies of Pixia Palace were each more vicious than the other, completely contradicting the way people called them, but you didn't expect them to be so contradictory.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have imagined that it was a girl who seemed to be eighteen or nineteen. She had a pure and beautiful face that was filled with intelligence and cuteness, and was completely harmless.

What a great Bixia Fairy.

What a great Lan Yin.

What a great Pixia Palace.

What a great Lord of the Pixia Palace.

Who knew what kind of brutal master he was, to be able to bring out such a heinous subordinate.

At this moment, the entire place was extremely quiet. The only sounds that could be heard were Zhou Shucai wailing in pain yet unable to make a sound, and the dripping of blood on the ground.

It wasn't just Zhen Qingyuan, but everyone else had the same thought. They all wanted to live a happy death and not suffer such shocking torture.