My female apprentices are all unpredictable

The autumn wind was brisk, the leaves were constantly fluttering, and the entire Xianglu Mountains looked so quiet and desolate.

Among the endless fallen leaves, the originally confident monk in black widened his eyes and stared straight ahead at the huge shadow in the void. He fished it out and went directly to the elder in gray. Pulled over.

The breath is surging, the gaze is deep, and the terrifying murderous intention on his body can lock almost everything.

The elder in gray raised his head and seemed to have also observed this scene. He was stunned for a moment, and his whole person seemed to be frozen, for the walking dead.

Just looking at Fang Yang's Dharma image, he finally reacted after a long time and slapped himself on the chest fiercely.

His eyes were full of ferocity, and his eyes were about to burst. He obviously knew that he had been cornered and was in the most critical moment.

If you are not careful, you will definitely die!

puff!
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, a stream of incense appeared between the gray-clothed elder's eyebrows. It was hot, bright, and extremely hot.

It is the unique soul of Xianghuo Cult.

The soul of the black-robed monk is already very powerful, but compared with the incense on the gray-robed elder's forehead, it still seems too weak. There is almost no possibility of comparison.

He took out the incense, which was still stained with dripping blood, and stabbed it directly towards the huge Dharma image, with five leaves twinkling between his eyebrows.

His body seemed to be burning with layers of flames. The flames were so intense that they could almost burn his entire soul.

Obviously, he has tried his best, either live or die, there is no other choice.

"kill!"

An angry roar sounded, and the elder in gray was full of murderous intent. It seemed that this sound was the only one that could be heard among the layers of fallen leaves.

All practitioners are shocked by it.

However, even if he tried his best, the Dharma statue above his head was still expressionless, with no wave in his pupils. It just looked at him indifferently, as if looking at an ant, and then continued to grab it.

Destroy the dead, and thunder.

This is naked crushing.

In front of this huge dharma image, the gray-clothed elder looked so fragile, with almost no power to fight back.

Click!

Click!

There were shattering sounds one after another, as if a mirror was completely shattered and dying.

The elder's body was originally lit with a layer of flame, and that flame was his soul shield.

But at this moment, he was directly crushed into pieces, and finally, that hand pinched his head.

The leaves between the eyebrows are dimming.

One piece, two pieces, three pieces...

more and more.

In just an instant, all five leaves of the elder in gray were extinguished and died instantly.

His whole aura also became dim, and a bit of blood spit out from the corner of his mouth. The originally burning incense was immediately extinguished, without any possibility of recovery.

The elder in gray clothes died, so quickly and violently, from the moment Fang Yang took action to the time he died, from the beginning to the end, it didn't even take more than one night.

He is a five-leaf dharma body, and Fang Yang is also a five-leaf dharma body. It can only be said that they are both in the dharma body state, but their strengths are completely different.

Feng Yu stood there, his black robes flying continuously, leaves falling on the monk, making him look much more desolate.

He stared straight ahead, looking at the dead body of the gray-clothed elder. Until now, he still felt a little unbelievable, or he felt like a dream.

As a believer of the Incense Sect, there will naturally be a close connection between the two. He can clearly feel that when the elder died, his heart was filled with endless hatred. These hatreds were not directed at the Blood Rain Demon Lord, but at He, obviously, in the elder's opinion, had framed him.

All of this is a trap, a trap for Chang Chang to die.

Feng Yu knew very well that the other party's guess was correct, but the problem was that he really wanted the old guy to die, but the way of death was completely different. In his opinion, the old guy should die in the hands of the Queen, and He didn't die in the hands of the Blood Rain Demon Lord.

How could the Demon Lord be so powerful, far beyond his imagination? Could it be that the Second Evil God died in the hands of this demon?

But...but how is this possible?
Thousands of thoughts kept flashing in Feng Yu's mind, making him frightened to the extreme and frightened to the extreme.

His face was pale, and his skin was constantly trembling. He raised his head and met the eyes of the huge Dharma form. They were cold, domineering, and without any emotion. They just looked at him steadily, as if they were looking at a dead person.

This made Feng Yu, who was originally composed of souls, shudder. He instantly realized that something was wrong and felt that a huge danger was approaching him.

escape! Must escape!
Otherwise, you will be the next one to die.

At this moment, there was only this thought in his mind. His eyes moved, and his whole body turned into a shadow and rushed towards the forest.

The soul is extremely secretive, and without the restraints of the body, the speed of the soul becomes faster and faster.

Especially now, he has clearly realized that if he does not escape, he will definitely die, and even directly burns his soul in exchange for an even more terrifying speed.

Getting farther and faster, Feng Yu's speed is constantly increasing, and he is about to escape from the endless Xianglu Mountains. This makes him breathe a sigh of relief. The stone suspended in his heart finally falls to the ground, and he can no longer be like before. Nervous.

Even a little sober, a little complacent.

When it breaks, it breaks, and when it continues, it leads to chaos. I have to say that my decision was quite quick and quite correct.

Just slightly aware of the danger, he directly ignited his soul and made himself run away wildly. Anyone else might not be able to escape the clutches of the Blood Rain Demon Lord.

However, there is one thing that we must be wary of, and that is that the strength of this devil is obviously beyond his imagination.

The second evil god has fallen. Maybe his body is also in crisis and he will die anytime and anywhere.

At this time, it is necessary to keep this soul and keep it as safe as possible, and wait until everything is calm before contacting the main body.

These messy thoughts flashed through Feng Yu's mind for a moment. He turned back and looked at the extremely distant Dharma image, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised and a sneer on his face.

snort!
It has to be said that the devil is still extremely smart. He was able to sense that something was wrong at this moment. He was even searching for his second soul and wanted to crush him completely.

But, no matter how powerful this devil is.

Older gingers are more spicy.

There is no doubt that he finally escaped.

He was complacent, and a bit of ferocity flashed through his heart. He was about to step out of the entire mountain range, but the next moment, his brows instantly furrowed. For some reason, he always felt that something was wrong. A huge crisis seemed to have overwhelmed him. Shrouded.

He looked around and wondered what was going on, and the next moment he noticed that the wind had stopped. The autumn days are bleak and the mountains are windy. This is normal, especially in the Xianglu Mountains, where the wind never stops every year.

But at this moment, right in front of him, everything seemed to be frozen, the noisy wind disappeared without a trace, the flowing air instantly stagnated, and even the leaves floating in the air were frozen in place, motionless.

"What...what happened?"

The black-clothed monk's voice trembled, and he finally noticed something was wrong. He wanted to continue running away, but found that there was no possibility of escape.

The wind stopped, and he was natural. He was frozen in place, as if suppressed by an ancient restriction.

Then, a flame suddenly burned between his eyebrows, and a stick of incense appeared inexplicably between his eyebrows, and then it was stabbed in.

pain! The heartbreaking pain came like this!

This pain was specifically aimed at his soul!

It seemed like it was going to crush his soul.

Feng Yu was frightened and uneasy, his eyes were full of horror, and he finally realized that he was wrong, a big mistake, that huge dharma image was far beyond his imagination.

He had never really escaped. Although he was very fast, in the eyes of Dharma Prime, he was probably like a joke and seemed so ridiculous. The other party was just aloof and looked at all this with cold eyes.

When he was most excited and confident, with just a look, the wind stopped, the rain stopped, the air froze, and his soul was also blocked, suspended in the void, with no possibility of escape.

Is this kind of strength really what the Five-leaf Dharma Body can achieve?

Who is he? It is absolutely impossible not to have any background!

This person looks very simple. Maybe Bian is the reincarnation of some ancient power, and at least it can be traced back to the last catastrophe.

He kept thinking and wondering about Fang Yang's identity.

Soon, the incense pierced the depths of his mind, passed through his soul, and directly froze his soul, making him unable to even move.

He felt that his soul was burning and disintegrating.

Just like that, he was led by the incense stick and stabbed towards Shili Gallery. He was stunned for a moment. Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, and he suddenly understood what was going on.

In Shili Gallery, his main soul must have had a conflict with the demon. Then the main soul summoned the second evil god to fight with the demon. Unfortunately, in the end, even the evil god was no match for the demon and was slaughtered by the demon. .

The devil had no intention of stopping all this, but used an almost strange method to find his second soul.

And merge the second soul and the main soul together and burn them together.

Only this perfect and almost weird method can completely kill him without any possibility of resurrection.

In the mountain forest, Feng Yu's second soul finally disappeared without a trace. At this time, in the Shili Gallery.

The monk in black was lying on the ground, his face was pale, and there was a burning incense stick between his eyebrows.

Not long after, a phantom appeared in his body. This phantom was almost exactly the same as him. It was the second soul, and it was just pulled over.

Then, the incense was placed between the eyebrows.

Never think of cutting it again,

Crack!

Crack!

The incense was still burning, and not long after, the second soul was completely burned, and the shadow in the black-clothed monk's body disappeared without a trace. He knelt on the ground, kneeling in front of Fang Yang.

The energy is like a gossamer, and the leaves between the eyebrows have completely collapsed, along with the spiritual power in the body.

He opened his eyes, his eyes were dim, and his whole person was extremely vicissitudes of life. Time passed rapidly on his body, making him seem to die in the next second.

But a little bit of black flame kept him alive, burning his soul and body, torturing him moment by moment.

Unable to survive or die, he could only be trapped among the endless fallen leaves, waiting for the final judgment.

"Why... why?"

He murmured and looked at Fang Yang in front of him, seeming a little confused as to why the devil didn't just kill him. He knew very well that the devil could do it easily.

After all, he had already seen that the devil's strength far exceeded his imagination, and even exceeded the imagination of the entire Incense Cult.
I'm afraid that if you look at the Incense Cult, there are not many people who can be the opponent of the devil. The opponent is like an abyss, unfathomable, and it is always shrouded in a layer of black mist, making it appear more and more mysterious. I'm afraid that when the catastrophe comes, this world will definitely... There is a place for this devil.

He regretted it, regretted it very much. An ant-like existence like himself should not have gone against the devil.

Otherwise, there might have been a chance of survival, but it was a pity that all of this was abruptly cut off by him.

"For no reason, the reason why I killed you was to avenge my disciple. Once her wish is fulfilled, from now on, my good disciple will marry me. Speaking of which, it seems that I should thank you. "

"puff!"

Feng Yu was stunned for a moment, dumbfounded, then vomited out a mouthful of blood and stared at Fang Yang, endless hatred instantly appeared in his eyes.

Damn!

What did he do?
In order to be able to kill the devil, he endured the humiliation and paid countless prices. In the end, not only did he not bring any harm to the devil, but he also got a great happy event for the devil.

Could it be that……

Am I the lucky star of this devil?
As soon as this thought appeared, the monk in black felt his soul shake, and it seemed that it would collapse in the next moment.

He raised his head and wanted to beg the devil to let him die immediately so that he wouldn't have to endure these crazy tortures.

However, the devil no longer looked at him, but slowly walked towards the devil step by step.

The clothes are hunting and the figure is slender.

The whole person exudes an aura of indifference, as if strolling in a leisurely garden, stepping among the endless maple leaves.

Not long after, this extremely handsome devil walked up to the devil queen.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing an evil smile.

The Queen bit her lips tightly, looking indifferent, but in fact she was pretending to be calm, and just looked at Fang Yang.

The next moment, Fang Yang stretched out his palm, hugged the Queen fiercely, and pulled the Queen into his arms. He placed a palm on the Queen's buttocks and spoke softly.

"Queen, be my flesh slave!" (End of this chapter)