Chapter 462： There is a price to pay for nosy

The Buddha beads fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and at the same time, the two black scimitars in the air rushed towards the host with strong force.

They stirred up the wind, howled, and pierced the host's chest mercilessly.

"puff--"

The host's closed eyes opened, and bright red blood spit out from his mouth.

His steps were unsteady, and his body slammed heavily on the ground with a muffled sound.

Zhikong's eyes showed sarcasm, "Senior brother, your strength is really not very good."

He waved the flag in his hand and directed Lin Wan to launch a new round of violent attacks on the host.

The two black machetes spun around in the air, aiming in the direction of the host, and just as they were about to be inserted into the body, a light blue technique tyrannically hit the machetes.

"boom--"

With a soft sound, the machete was deflected and inserted into the wall.

"Tsk."

Yan Zhixu and Ji Zhou climbed over the wall several meters high, landed on the ground dexterously, and strode toward the meditation room.

"Who?!"

A good thing was destroyed at the last minute, Zhikong's face was as gloomy as ink, and the anger all over his body kept rolling.

The two walked into the house together, and when they saw a small group of children in the meditation room and Lin Wan being manipulated, Ji Zhou's heart skipped a beat.

The scene was too shocking, rare in his life, so frightened that he swallowed his saliva.

Yan Zhixu caught a glimpse of the dripping blood on the ground, saw the host's pale and feeble expression, and walked over to help him up.

The tone was calm and there was no rebuke, "It's said that you have a catastrophe, host, how can you act so recklessly."

His body was weak, and he coughed a few times in discomfort, blood pouring out of the corners of his mouth, and the strong smell of blood filled the air.

The host smiled forcefully, "There is still a silver lining in the nine-death life. No, the nobles are here."

Yan Zhixu didn't argue with him, he helped the person to Ji Zhou's side, and played two spells on his hand to temporarily stop the bleeding from the wound.

Serious internal injuries require more self-cultivation to restore health.

"It's you."

Zhikong stared at the two people in front of him, remembering that they were rude children who were telling fortunes in the temple and babbling wildly.

Suddenly, his eyes saw Qin Kai, who was behind Yan Zhixu, with a rage and a rough voice.

"You bastards, it turns out that you are deliberately playing tricks behind your back, so I can't recall this kid!"

Not only was this little thing not recalled, but his aura was pure and free of any sin, and he obviously didn't turn into a life-threatening evil spirit.

"Noisy."

Yan Zhixu's eyes were cold, and he glanced at Zhikong coldly, his eyes sharp and domineering.

She stretched out her right hand, and the Frost Flower Sword hidden in her body appeared out of thin air. After these days of warm cultivation, the cracks on the sword have been completely repaired.

The whole body of the sword was translucent, and there were several frost flowers on the hilt. When the sword was shaken lightly, an icy chill instantly spread in the meditation room.

"Yellow-haired girl, don't be so arrogant at a young age. It's better to be more restrained. In addition, there is a price to pay for meddling."

Zhikong sneered again and again, waved the black flag in his hand, and a powerful evil force overflowed, driving Lin Wan and the eight children who were refining the kid to attack Yan Zhixu one after another.

"Master Xu!"

Ji Zhou was full of worry, and quickly clenched his hands, and a transparent mask surrounded him and Qin Kai and the host.

"I would like to see what the price is." Yan Zhixu raised a wild smile on the corner of his mouth.

Holding the Frost Flower Sword in her hand, she rose fearlessly into the sky, and waved her sword shadow to confront Lin Wan and the others head-on.