Chapter 89： Battle, evil alchemist

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God, how is the endless black?

Ye Lingyue stopped.

At the end of the mental test, but before and after the afternoon, the sun was just right. It was only a quarter of an hour before she left the Alchemist Association. But the sky at this time was dark, as if it was late at night.

Not only that, the street under the foot, Ye Lingyue never walked.

The trees planted all around, the leaves are all gone, just like a moment into the cold winter.

A large number of hungry corpse birds stood on the branches, blood red eyes, watching in the dark night like countless red wildfires, gloomy.

Even more bizarre is that in the sky, there is a **** moon.

"Hey, **** little monk, you dare to grab the title of this master. This time, I want you to live, you can't die."

Suddenly!

A blue smoke was drilled from the ground, and a master of gray robes appeared in the place where Ye Lingyue was three feet away.

Around him, there were a few strange flying dragonflies, and the flying spirits and the spirits that Ye Lingyue had picked up earlier were exactly the same.

"It's you, you are not a member of the Alchemist Association. Who are you?" Ye Lingyue stunned and stared at the Master.

The surrounding environment is very wrong. The trees and houses on both sides are distorted. It looks like a phantom.

"The Glass City Alchemist Association counts what, who I am, you look at your eyes." Even the master "哗" rip open his clothes, and his gray robes are covered with blood robes, styles and alchemists. The association's alchemist uniform is somewhat similar.

But on the robes of the blood robes, there are four imprints of blood.

"I am the sect of the celestial sect of the Central Plains. I was really deceived by you as a wicked little girl. You were actually a Sanding alchemist." Even the waxy face of the master, Showing a touch of twilight.

He was ordered by the master, tried to get into the undercover of the Glass City Alchemist Association, and did not want to face the dead side in the middle of the road. He was injured and had to hide in Qiufeng Town.

Even before the wall was coveted by Ye Lingyue's beauty, he did not notice that the other party was also an alchemist who cultivated spiritual strength.

"So, on the day of the Ye Jiashou feast, it was also you who stopped me. I stopped the master twice. This time, the master will take you away and enjoy your body." The right hand, the morbid skin color under the **** moon, coated with a layer of red light.

I saw a blood-red mental power, which spread out from his body, and a few flying scorpions, like a command, slammed into the body.

铿————

A sharp humming sound, the knife is like blood, blowing in the face.

At this time, Ye Lingyue's double fists were swung out, and several thunderous flashes were flashed.

The few flying locusts were shaken back by Yuan Li.

"The refining body is eightfold. It seems that the news of Shanhai Bang and Song Guangyi earlier was wrong. However, the refining body is in front of me, only one dead end." The mouth of the wall suddenly spit out a blood, and blood became A number of blood arrows, integrated into the cornice.

As soon as the cockroach was stained with blood, it trembled fiercely. Like the weeds of the scorpion, there were numerous capillaries growing on the locust.

As soon as the blood vessels grew out, the **** sound that had been forced back by the thunderbolt was soaring. I saw three flying dragonflies, accelerating in the air, and the air was twisted.

嗖嗖嗖——铿——

Three golden lights accompanied by a cold man, appeared from the side of Ye Lingyue, hit the three flying dragonflies.

Hey, three blood-streaked dragonflies, pierced by a dragon's needle, and three small holes in the body.

The flying scorpion is darker than the wall.

The blood-streaked locust is a scorpion that is transformed from the sacred reeds of the sacred religion. The refining person needs to use his own flesh and blood to feed the locusts from time to time. Once the scorpion **** the flesh and blood, the power is not the same, but if it is flying If you are injured, the owner of the flying dragonfly will feel the same.

The three dragon's needles were suspended quietly beside Ye Lingyue.

The shackles of the wall are shrunk, and I can’t think of it. This little monk is actually a treasure like a dragon's needle.

Realizing this, the fire of greed ignited in the eyes of the wall.

"Oh, what a pity, such a beautiful woman, this master can't enjoy it, but you can rest assured that your sweet and delicious flesh and blood will definitely add a skill to the master's Siamese ghost smoke." The wall sullenly shouted.

I saw his body, and once again turned into a huge smoke, the blue smoke came very fast, even the dragon's needle could not be broken. In a flash, the blue smoke was like a cloud, pressed against the leaf. Lingyue.

That blue smoke is unusual, just as soon as I approached Ye Lingyue, she felt as if she had fallen into the abyss, and the chill was pressing, as if her body had to be swallowed up.

Ordinary people, as long as they encounter the smoky blue smoke, they will be eroded, but Ye Lingyue is different. She has taken red ginseng, and the body's impotence is very strong.

Ye Lingyue’s palm was like a delicious food, and he shook his head and sucked in the blue smoke from the wall.

"No!" The wall has not yet seen what happened.

Ye Lingyue looked at the five fingers, and his right hand had a strong suction. With an irresistible force, the broken hand of the flower was hit by the key points of the wall. Then, the three dragons thorns penetrated into the wall. The heavenly cover.

The eyelids of the wall were so dead, his body slipped to the ground and there was no life.

Ye Lingyue gasped and sat on the ground.

At the moment when the blue smoke was sucked away by the Ding, the surrounding streetscape disappeared, and Ye Lingyue found himself leaning in a remote lane.

It seems that the illusion of the streetscape of the genius is the illusion of the master's blue smoke.

Siamese ghost smoke?

Ye Lingyue remembers that the wall is so called it.

It seems that it is a special weapon of a cult. If it is not the case of Ye Lingyue, who has a hand-held cadre, a few more Sanding alchemists have been killed by the blue smoke.

Wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, Ye Lingyue first searched the body of the search wall and pulled out a small parcel from him.

Looked inside again, in addition to two or three silver tickets, there is a **** token, and a worn jade.

On the jade carving, the method of refining the Siamese ghost smoke is recorded.

Although the Siamese Ghost Smoke is infinitely useless, it can be used as an evil alchemist. If it is used casually, it is easy to attract the misunderstanding of the Daxue Alchemist Association. It must be removed from the smoldering atmosphere before it can be used.

"Unfortunately, I did not ask the purpose of the above-mentioned fairy teaching to be mixed into the city." Ye Lingyue frowned and looked at the ground, and the three blood-stained daggers left by the wall were still on the ground.

Ye Lingyue collected all these things, and then she went to Yefu with exhaustion. She planned to restore her strength and then refining the Siamese ghosts and the few capitals.