Seeing this scene, He Yuxiao finally had a faint smile on her lips, and then ordered: "We should also act, try to delay the Piga clan's masters and buy time for the stinky hooligans."

She said as she walked towards the villa first.

"It turned out to be Yuwen Long!"

Zhang Linyi was listening to their conversation all the time, and at this time she also understood that the commotion in the villa was caused by Yuwen Long.

This shocked and angry at her. Only then did she realize that Yuwen Long not only made her move, but also indirectly regarded her as a "helper". At the same time, she was also shocked Yuwen Long's boldness. She asked herself that if it were her, she would never have such courage at that time.

Even if she has such an excellent team to help, she still can't do it because she can't trust anyone in this world. So she can't have such a team.

But Yuwen Long has, and Yuwen Long actually has so many people he can trust. This made her jealous and almost crazy.

"Why, why do I live this life without human beings or ghosts? And that bastard, that devil, can be free and free, and have so many friends! This is unfair, unfair!"

Jealousy, unwillingness, anger, and all kinds of emotions hit her already scarred heart, making the wounds in her body almost unable to suppress them, and almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

At this moment, He Yuxiao made an action and immediately tensed up. Subconsciously lifted the Netherworld Palm.

However, He Yuxiao passed by her and didn't even look at her. Then she walked straight towards the villa.

"yes!"

Seeing this, Du Long and others looked at Zhang Linyi, but did not object, and followed He Yuxiao's footsteps.

Only Zhang Linyi was left stunned on the spot. She realized when He Yuxiao and others had already walked away.

She was ignored.

Immediately I was furious!

"ah!"

"Bastard, bitch! How dare you ignore me, I... puff!"

She can tolerate hatred and even disgust, but she cannot tolerate being ignored no matter what. Since she was transformed, no one has dared to ignore her.

In anger, she actually forgot her situation and was about to chase after her as soon as she moved. But as soon as her steps moved, her throat was sweet, and a stream of blood splattered out of her mouth and nose. The internal injury that was originally suppressed exploded instantly, and the blackness in front of her eyes almost fell.

When she saw the blood spit out again, her face couldn't help but change again. There was a trace of very strange green in the originally scarlet blood.

"How could this happen, why, why..."

Seeing this trace of green, the anger on her face was instantly replaced by fear. She knew very well what this trace of green meant.

Netherworld Poison!

Netherworld Poison is a very poison. I am afraid that there are not many poisons in the world that can be compared with it, but for disciples of the Ghost King Sect, it is the key to cultivation. The exercises and transformation of the body of the Ghost Sect are based on Netherworld Poison, so those who practice the Ghost Sect's "Netherworld Tips" will become like a human being or a ghost.

Moreover, with the help of Netherworld Poison, the level of cultivation of the Ghost King Sect's martial arts is almost dozens or even hundreds of times that of ordinary warriors. Otherwise, she would not have become a six-star spiritual master in such a short time.

It is even more advantageous. Netherworld Poison can even become a weapon for disciples of the Ghost King Sect and can improve the cultivator's ability to heal. Therefore, warriors who practice Netherworld Art are far more powerful than ordinary warriors.

Of course, it is naturally very dangerous to practice with such a vicious thing. The warriors who practice the Netherworld Art will accumulate in their bodies over time. Once the warrior's realm cannot keep up with the accumulation of Netherworld Poison, they will immediately backfire.

There is never a free lunch in the world, and you always have to pay it back when you come out.

However, there is never a shortage of people in this world who trade with the devil. There are always some people who are blinded by something, and they are often particularly blind and confident.

There is no doubt that Zhang Linyi is such a person who deals with the devil.

This devil is her master, the elder of the Ghost Sect - Yin Wuxiang.

At some point, two figures appeared behind Zhang Linyi, an old man and a veiled woman. The two stood behind Zhang Linyi and looked at her indifferently, but Zhang Linyi seemed to have not noticed them at all.

If she turned around at this time, she would definitely be able to recognize the identity of the old man, and she was his master.

"Why is this happening, why is this happening? That old monster clearly said that my Netherworld Poison Blast will be at least three years away, why is this happening?"

Zhang Linyi looked frightened and panicked, and kept stuffing a pill that was equally green, but it was useless.

The nosebleed was like endless spring water, which kept gushing, and Zhang Linyi's entire chest was stained with blood, and then gradually turned green.

If it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe that a person could shed so much blood. It is even hard to believe that a spiritual master warrior's vitality is so tough. After shed so much blood, Zhang Linyi was still constantly stuffing medicine into her mouth.

"The old immortal actually lied to me. I want to kill him. I must kill him. The old immortal..."

However, there was no divine light in her eyes, only gray despair and endless fear. Her movements became more and more mechanical, and she did not notice the two people standing behind her at all.

Until the last pill in the porcelain bottle was swallowed by her, Zhang Linyi's increasingly mechanical movements suddenly stopped, as if a machine of inertial movement was suddenly stuck.

Then she slowly turned around, and Yin Wuxiang and the mysterious woman appeared in her sight. The originally dim gaze suddenly lit up, just like a person who fell into the water saw a life-saving straw.

"Master, save me, save me!"

But the voice seemed extremely hoarse and shrill.

"Save you, hehe, this won't work. What if you save you and kill me again."

Yin Wuxiang flashed slightly, and gently avoided her pounced on her. He looked at her without any pity, but only a sarcastic sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The mysterious woman laughed and said with some regret: "It's a good bloodline, but unfortunately she's not yet mature."

That tone was like talking about a fruit or a rice plant, but it didn't seem like talking about a person anyway.

Yin Wuxiang seemed a little scared of this woman. He immediately said flatteringly: "It's because my subordinates are not doing their jobs well, please punish him."

"Forget it, just a low-grade god-level bloodline, just deal with it!"

The woman waved her hand slightly and said calmly.

Immediately, I ignored Yu Yin Wuxiang, turned my eyes to the direction of the villa, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of my mouth, "Boy, don't let this palace down."

Just as she was muttering to herself, Yin Wuxiang had already dragged Zhang Linyi into the depths of the dense forest. After a while, she walked out again. A green transistor appeared in her palm. She held it in front of the woman with both hands and said respectfully: "Your Highness!"

The woman glanced at him and the transistor in his hand, and her expression seemed a little uninterested.

If this kind of low-grade divine bloodline is fully mature, she is still a little interested, but this semi-maturity state is still contaminated, and the effect is really minimal.

However, I still stroked the transistor casually and put it away. No matter how small the mosquito is, it is still flesh.

I wonder what level of bloodline Yuwenlong is? At least it should be at the top level.

And the women around him seem to be pretty good. If they all grow up, they should have made a lot of contributions.

But there seem to be many targeting him.

The woman thought so in her heart, but the smile appeared in her bright eyes was very confident, as if nothing could escape her control.

She pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked, "By the way, how about this so-called special forces competition?"

She seemed to be mindless when she asked, but Yin Wuxiang seemed to understand it immediately and immediately replied respectfully: "It's not bad, it seems to have a lot of good seeds. However, many of them seem to have subtle relationships with the eight major forces."

"Haha, are the eight major forces?" the woman smiled softly, looking very disdainful. "This time is different from the past. If they are coming, let them come."

"Yes." Yin Wuxiang agreed quickly, and then he asked tentatively: "Your Highness, in the past, the temple has eliminated eight major forces in the past, why did this time..."

When the mysterious woman who had been calm and light in her clouds heard this, a chill suddenly ejaculated in her eyes, "Elder Yin, do you want to know?"

The woman's voice was still very light, but Yin Wuxiang couldn't help but shivered and shivered, and quickly bowed and said, "I know I'm wrong."

"Yes." The woman nodded slightly, then threw something out casually, "Take this to notify the eight major forces. This palace wants to see them, and you can decide the location."

"Yes." Yin Wuxiang bowed and agreed again.

After the woman finished speaking, she turned around and walked towards the depths of the dense forest. She disappeared in an instant, but only the sound came over as she gradually drifted away.

"This boring game is almost over, it's so boring..."

Yin Wuxiang was stunned when he heard this. It was over. Could it be that the special forces competition in full swing ended like this?

He suddenly felt that all the parties who were killed by the big life were a little pitiful. For so many days, countless people had died in this competition, and all the parties did not know how much financial and manpower had been invested.

But in His Highness's eyes, it's just a boring game.

She said it was over, it was over.

Moreover, Yin Wuxiang knew that people from the eight major forces would never dare to disobey. Even the forces of all parties could only follow.

Because wasn’t this competition itself held for His Highness?

"This is the difference between gods and ants, haha, sad!"

Yin Wuxiang shook his head slightly, smiled, and then his body shook and disappeared from the spot.

At this time, no one knew that the game was about to end when it was most gorgeous. Countless people were still fighting for life and death.

Just to be seen by some of them.
Chapter completed!