kill the immortal

Chapter 107 21, Call Master
The conditions for using monks' corpses to refine yin and yang cores are cruel and harsh.

The thing is indeed a good thing. If you have such a thing with you when fighting with others, then you don't have to worry about not having enough spiritual energy.

Xue Yan said leisurely: "When I brought Senior Sister's body back from the Xuanjia Guard Office, I found that the wounds on her body did not look like those stabbed by a black phosphorus sword. However, in order to prevent Master from worrying about this, I specifically requested A Xuanjia guard cut off my senior sister's head and covered the original wound."

An Yan's heart tightened: "What is Miss Xueyan talking about?"

Xue Yan chuckled lightly when he heard this, and then said: "My senior sister is average in talent, but she is smart and diligent. She is also very popular with my master on weekdays. It's a pity that Xuan Jiawei is a target that cannot be retaliated. If he is the murderer of my senior sister, There is someone else, and my master will definitely be very happy, because then she can torture that person with her own hands."

An Yan said expressionlessly: "Is Miss Xueyan trying to blame me for killing Senior Sister Ling?"

Xue Yan smiled brightly and said calmly: "Mr. An, you are too naive. Sometimes the truth is not important, and suspicion is the most terrifying thing."

An Yan frowned and said nothing, he understood what the other party meant.

Xue Yan leaned half-body on the low table, her bright eyes full of affection, lust and charm. She came closer again, stretched out a slender finger to gently lift An Yan's chin, and whispered softly: "Did you kill my senior sister?" , it’s not important, but as long as this sentence reaches her old man’s ears, there is no guarantee that nothing will happen.”

An Yan looked deeply and said, "My uncle is the prime minister of the current dynasty. I don't believe you dare to touch me."

Xue Yan laughed sweetly when she heard the words, her posture was full of charm, and she said: "That's it, it's easier to handle. Mr. An was a monk before the ban was lifted. As a close relative of the prime minister, he knows the law, breaks the law, and bullies the emperor. Come on, you don’t know what the crime is, do you?”

"Even if His Majesty the God-Emperor will not pursue this matter, if it spreads and reaches the ears of Prime Minister Yu's political enemies, wouldn't it cause overwhelming public opinion?"

Her slender fingers caressed An Yan's cheek, her beautiful eyes shining with luster.

"The slave family is sincere to Mr. An. They only hope to have a night of fate with Mr. An. As long as Mr. An can meet this request of the slave family, all of this will be treated as if it never happened. How about that?"

An Yan suddenly grabbed her wrist and stared at her.

Xue Yan was not afraid, but pretended to be weak and pitiful: "Mr. An's eyes are so scary, he will scare the slave family."

An Yan released it again and said with a grin, "Okay, it's my blessing to be able to have sex with a beauty like Miss Xueyan."

Xue Yan blushed and looked embarrassed: "Mr. An wants to do bad things. I think it's obvious that I'm just cultivating with Mr. An."

An Yan chuckled and said, "It's all about the harmony of yin and yang. What I think is similar to what Miss Xueyan thinks."

As he spoke, he suddenly hugged Xue Yan's delicate body, and with a crash, the tea set on the low table was pushed to the ground.

"Master An is so rude, it hurts the slave family."

"If Miss Xueyan can't bear it anymore, what should I do if I'm afraid it will hurt even more in a while?"

Xue Yan blinked her bright eyes, looked at An Yan who was close at hand, and smiled charmingly: "Mr. An was serious just now, why are you so anxious all of a sudden?"

"Xueyan, you are so beautiful that every time I look at you, I can't help but want to whip you hard."

As An Yan spoke, he also started to move his hands, reaching directly to her snowy neck and sliding them against her collarbone.

Xue Yan didn't know whether it was intentional or something, but she was looking at him with charming eyes and exhaled like blue.

"Mr. An... do you like me?"

And just when An Yan was about to pull the bra off her breasts, she was stopped by Xue Yan. She gasped slightly and said softly: "Mr. An, business matters are important. Why don't we practice cultivation first..."

An Yan said, "But I can't wait any longer. If Miss Xueyan doesn't extinguish the anger in my heart first, I won't be able to calm down and practice dual cultivation later."

"Mr. An, you are too impatient... let's go to bed..."

An Yan lifted Xue Yan up and walked toward the bed in the room.

This ambiguous and hot atmosphere seemed to come to an end immediately. After Xue Yan was thrown on the bed, An Yan pulled her down from her red dress.

"Mr. An, you are not gentle at all."

Xue Yan smiled tenderly. She knelt on the bed and reached out to untie Anyan's clothes, but she felt something.

"What's so hard about Mr. An?"

An Yan caressed her tender jade arm and grinned, "You continue to watch silently."

Xue Yan continued to explore the space between his waist and felt extremely hard, and said softly: "Mr. An...are you wearing inner armor?"

An Yan took her hand and touched another knob-like object under his clothes.

"Try twisting it."

Xue Yan followed the instructions and twisted the object.

Nourishes—

A stream of white water vapor suddenly emitted from An Yan's body. At this scene, Xue Yan finally felt that something was wrong, but it was already too late. Two black shadows suddenly flew out from An Yan's clothes. They are two metal chain blades that tightly bind Xue Yan's delicate snow neck and slender waist.

The small blade on the chain immediately cut open the flesh and blood, and blood continuously spilled out.

Seeing this, Xue Yan's eyes widened in horror. She frantically circulated the spiritual energy in her body, trying to escape, but all the spiritual energy dissipated the moment she left her body.

The pressure and severe pain in her neck made it difficult for her to speak. She kept making seals with her hands in front of her body, but the result was the same. It was as if something was imprisoning her and the spiritual energy could not leave her body.

And she could only think of one thing with such abilities.

After these two chain blades cut through An Yan's clothes, they also exposed what was on his waist and abdomen.

Mysterious bone...

Xue Yan couldn't help but have a look of horror in her eyes.

At this moment, she also figured out that this guy Qi Hai was obviously not as powerful as Shen Xiuqing, so why was Shen Xiuqing not his opponent.

The gap between the aura realm and the spiritual realm was like an insurmountable gap. Previously, she had thought that no matter what magic means An Yan used, it would be difficult to hurt her.

Even the aura barrier protecting her couldn't be broken.

But Xuanjia Technique exists to restrain monks!

This chain blade and the black phosphorus sword were made of the same material. Being attacked by Xuanji Bone at such a close distance, Xue Yan had no idea how he could escape. The previous ban from Xuan Tang had made all the monks breathless. It was not without reason. .

Seeing the frightened look in Xue Yan's eyes, An Yan grinned and said, "What, Miss Xue Yan, are you afraid of pain?"

He stretched out his hand and stroked her neck, which was tightly locked by the chain blade. His fingertips were stained with blood. He sniffed it gently in front of his nose and smelled a light fragrance. The blood also carried spiritual energy fluctuations.

No wonder that once you enter the spiritual realm, you are no longer a mortal...

An tired of thinking.

Xue Yan's eyes were shining, looking pitiful.

The spiritual energy couldn't leave the body, and she couldn't even transmit sound into the secret. An Yan loosened the chain blade slightly so that she could speak.

Xue Yan coughed violently for a few times before asking, "Mr. An, what does this mean?"

"I hate being threatened. If you are not afraid of death, I will help you."

Xue Yan laughed sarcastically, and then looked at An Yan with a sad face: "The Nu family obviously has a deep affection for Mr. An..."

An Yanleng sneered, "Really?"

This woman is still looking charming, as if she wants to use this to confuse An Yan.

An Yan pinched her chin and said, "Are you deeply in love? I'll find out after I finish searching your soul." Soul search!

Xue Yan suddenly looked horrified: "No! No! You can't do this!"

An Yan smiled and said, "Oh? Why?"

Xue Yan said in a hurried voice: "My master is Li Zizhen, she is a monk in the destiny realm. If you harm me and my senior sister, she will never let you go!"

An Yan nodded lightly: "That's true, but if I let you go like this, what if you come back to take revenge on me?"

A smile appeared on Xue Yan's face: "No, absolutely not. As long as Mr. An lets the slave family go, the slave family will be willing to draw a clear line with Mr. An from now on and never bother Mr. An again!"

Seeing that An Yan's expression remained as usual, she added: "I am willing to offer all my elixirs and magic weapons."

"It's a good deal." An Yan smiled lightly.

Xue Yan also smiled apologetically and asked cautiously: "Master An, have you agreed?"

An Yan shook his head: "But I'm still worried. You said I can't kill you, but I can't let you go easily. What should I do?"

"..." Xue Yan didn't know what he was planning, so she could only look at him and wait for his judgment.

"It's better like this." An Yan spoke again, grinning.

"How about you give me one-third of your soul?"

Xue Yan was stunned.

One-third of the soul... her life gate!
Once a monk gives his life gate to an outsider, it is tantamount to handing over his life and death to the other party.

Once the soul is damaged, it cannot be repaired the day after tomorrow, and if the damage is serious, it can range from mental disorder to death on the spot.

The chain blade locking her neck tightened.

Xue Yan felt her heart trembling. She couldn't help but think, this person doesn't dare to kill her, this person doesn't dare to kill herself!

An Yan seemed to know what she was thinking, and sneered: "Kill you, or at worst I will go back to Luoyang. I don't believe that your master has the ability to do anything unscrupulous in the capital of Gods."

There was dead silence in the Xuan room.

Xue Yan was kneeling on the bed at this moment, her neck and waist were locked by the chain blade and she couldn't move. Most of her clothes were taken off. Because the red skirt was pulled off by An Yan just now, her two plump long legs were exposed, and her waist and hips were exposed. She was only wearing light underwear there, and she looked very fragrant.

After not seeing a response for a long time, An Yan narrowed his eyes: "In that case, I will send you to see your senior sister!"

The chain blades tied around her waist and neck moved, tearing apart the flesh and blood on her skin. The pain finally woke Xue Yan up.

The more immortal and powerful one is, the more one fears death.

As a disciple of the Fate Realm monk, Xue Yan's own talent is not bad, and it is not impossible to break through the Fate Realm in the future. After the ban was lifted, she originally thought that she could stir up troubles in Chang'an City and manipulate many powerful people...

Her throat was rolling under the severe pain, and she said hard and somewhat numbly: "Okay."

The rolling chain blade suddenly stopped, Xue Yan closed his eyes, and said: "You remove this thing first, then I can use my magic and offer my soul."

An Yan smiled slightly, but he saw through her thoughts and said: "No need, there is a way to steal people's souls in soul refining. If you dare to resist even one point, just meet your senior sister Jiuyou."

These words directly extinguished Xue Yan's last glimmer of hope.

An Yan circulated his spiritual energy and started performing spells on the spot.

In addition to taking away one-third of Xue Yan's soul, he also used the divine invasion technique to explore Xue Yan's memory.

Xue Yan, who closed his eyes and let him do what he did, felt a spiritual thought break into his sea of ​​consciousness, and screamed in horror: "I have promised you whatever you do, why are you still searching for your soul!"

"Shut up!" An Yan scolded.

"This is a divine invasion technique. It is different from ordinary soul searching. It will not cause any harm to you."

Xue Yan opened her eyes wide and stared blankly at the person in front of her.

Half an hour later, a luminous sphere flew out of Xue Yan's body, entered An Yan's body and disappeared.

Then all the chain blades restraining Xue Yan were removed and returned to Xuanji Bone.

Xue Yan breathed a long sigh of relief and collapsed on the bed. She had no time to take care of the wound on her body that was cut by the chain blade. The wound was not fatal anyway.

She felt that the stagnation outside her body disappeared, and she could cast spells again.

But he can also clearly feel the connection between himself and Anyan, the part of his soul that belongs to him.

An Yan breathed a sigh of relief, he had digested all of Xue Yan's memories.

Seeing her devastated look, he slapped her hard.

Snapped!
The sound of this slap sounded extremely clear in this quiet room. A flash of anger flashed in Xue Yan's eyes, but when he looked up and saw An Yan, he was immediately discouraged, but there was resentment hidden in his eyes.

"Miss Xueyan, do you still want to practice dual cultivation with me?" An Yan sneered.

Xue Yan was stunned for a moment, then turned his head away without saying a word.

An Yan learned from her memory that this woman had no good intentions from the beginning. The so-called dual cultivation also wanted to take the opportunity to control him and use him as the furnace for her own cultivation.

The worst consequences of being a furnace tripod are imbalance of yin and yang in the body, a decline in state, and in severe cases, death.

An Yan slapped her again, causing the red marks on both sides of her face to be the same.

"Why, haven't you adapted to your current status?"

Xue Yan lowered his head, now his original bright and charming look was gone.

"……what do you want me to do?"

An Yan took out a new set of clothes from the warm jade and put them on, and put his clothes that were torn by the chain blade into the warm jade.

"Kneel down and call Master."

"..."

Xue Yan silently stood up and left, knelt down in front of An Yan, and lowered his upper body to the ground, his head pressed tightly against the ground, and his black hair was scattered on the ground.

Just because she didn't wear a skirt on her lower body, only a thin undershirt, An Yan happened to see the alluring curves that rose up as her body lowered.

An Yan suddenly thought of her master, the girl named Meier, who said she was a reptile when they first met.

In the world of cultivation, strength is still respected in the end.

An Yan turned around and ignored Xue Yan who was kneeling on the ground. Instead, she walked to the window, picked up the overturned teacup and poured herself a cup of tea.

There was a slight trembling sound behind him.

"Master, please forgive Xue Yan."

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