Zhutian: Sharing talents starting from Chicken Island

Chapter 47 Taking the mute girl back to the Demon Cult

"Thirty-six strategies are the best!"

Ma Sanniang shook her palm slightly and threw out several sword flowers.

It turned into purple sword energy and attacked Lin Yan.

But his figure suddenly retreated, and he instantly distanced himself from Lin Yan.

But the moment the purple sword energy formed by the sword flower struck Lin Yan, Lin Yan's figure had turned into an afterimage.

When the afterimage disappeared, Lin Yan's figure had disappeared.

Ma Sanniang's face suddenly changed, and she felt a chill coming from her back. At this time, she was already very reluctant to react.

At this time, Lin Yan had already arrived behind Ma Sanniang.

The Five Thunder Zhengfa Yang Five Thunder exploded in Lin Yan's hand and formed a thunder ball, which shot directly into Ma Sanniang's body.

In just a moment, Ma Sanniang's screams echoed throughout the inn.

When Lin Yan fell to the ground, Ma Sanniang was no longer breathing.

"died?"

“It’s much crispier than expected.”

Lin Yan looked at Ma Sanniang who was lying motionless on the ground, relying on his current strength.

Even if you are not close, you can still hear that Ma Sanniang has no heartbeat.

Reaching out to pick up the Ziyun Sword, Ma Sanniang, who was lying on the ground, suddenly rose up and slapped Lin Yan with one palm.

"go to hell!"

Ma Sanniang's eyes were sinister. She had just used a breath-holding technique to put herself into a state of suspended animation.

He was planning to take advantage of Lin Yan's carelessness and hit the opponent hard.

Although there is a strength gap between the two, sometimes the method of killing does not require strength to crush them.

At this time, if it were an ordinary person, he would be faced with Ma Sanniang's sudden outburst.

There must be no solution, but Lin Yan is different.

The golden light spell on her body had already been cast when Ma Sanniang suddenly jumped up.

"Oh!"

Ma Sanniang's palm fell on the golden light spell, but did not cause any injury to Lin Yan.

It was just a muffled sound, which Ma Sanniang didn't expect.

The other party's reaction was so fast that Ma Sanniang's heart suddenly became cold.

"I already knew you were weird."

"What a temptress."

Lin Yan snorted coldly, he would not give Ma Sanniang any chance this time.

"Qiang!"

The Ziyun Sword was unsheathed in Lin Yan's hand, and he made a sudden stroke.

The purple sword light flashed, and with lightning speed, Ma Sanniang's head was cut off directly.

As the head rolled down, Ma Sanniang also had a look of fear on her face due to death.

"It is indeed sharp, worthy of being one of the Seven Swords."

"Every sword is feared to be unique in its time."

Lin Yan glanced at the Ziyun Sword in his hand and couldn't help but nod in praise.

And just after Lin Yan got rid of Ma Sanniang, behind him was the mute girl Sally who had been attracted by the spirit and lost her memory.

The originally dull eyes began to gain some energy.

From dullness to confusion, to panic and fear.

It seemed that he was reminded of the memory of being tortured by Ma Sanniang before. When he looked at Ma Sanniang's fallen head, his eyes were filled with hatred.

"what"

Sally looked up at Lin Yan and the Ziyun Sword in Lin Yan's hand.

She made some gestures in front of Lin Yan with her hands, but even she didn't know what she was gesticulating.

How could Lin Yan have guessed it?

"Recovered from the state of summoning souls?"

"Is it because I saw Ma Sanniang's death? Or is it because when Ma Sanniang dies, this thing is automatically released."

"It seems that this soul summoning is not that powerful."

Lin Yan looked at Sally in front of him, with a trace of hesitation on his face. He was thinking about how to deal with the genuine Ziyun Sword Master in front of him.

Just kill him. He is quite pitiful and has become mute.

Don't kill him, he is a member of the Demon Cult, so it can't be justified if he doesn't kill him.

Suddenly, Lin Yan seemed to have thought of something.

"Do you know who you are?"

Lin Yan lowered his body and slowly pulled Sally up.

Although Sally was stimulated by Ma Sanniang's death and woke up from the state of soul summoning.

But one thing is very important. Under Lin Yan's judgment, Sally's memory should not be restored so quickly. It must take some time.

"what"

Sally shook her head, but nodded with some hesitation on her face.

Immediately, he nodded, and then pointed at the Ziyun Sword in Lin Yan's hand.

"That's all, come back to the Demon Cult with me."

"That one was your enemy just now, and I helped you get revenge."

"So you have to repay the favor after all, right? Now I can give you a chance to repay the favor."

Lin Yan thought for a while and decided that it would not be safe to leave this girl here alone.

It was an inn in the wilderness, and after he returned to the Demon Sect, the Black Heart Tiger would definitely have people come to investigate the situation nearby.

Not every demon sect disciple will be like him.

"what?"

Sally was slightly startled, with a look of doubt or fear on her face.

It was obvious that she instinctively resisted the so-called demonic cult.

But now she has not fully recovered and needs to rest.

However, he did not refute Lin Yan's suggestion and just followed Lin Yan out obediently.

Walking outside the door, Lin Yan got on his horse and pulled Sally up at the same time.

. . . . . .

Three days later, the Demon Cult headquarters.

Hei Xiaohu came out of seclusion with a great deal of magical power, and his strength was already close to that of Black Heart Tiger.

Although not as good as the Black Heart Tiger, there is absolutely no other person in the Demon Cult who can rival him.

The first time, Hei Xiaohu ran to Heihu Cliff to report the good news to Hei Xinhu.

"Father, father!"

"I have completed the ninth level of Tianmo Luanwu's magical skill!"

Hei Xiaohu laughed and ran to Heihu Cliff and reported the good news immediately.

Hei Xin Hu, who was currently practicing, heard his son's voice and his face also showed joy.

Thinking back then, no matter how talented he was, he would still be thirty years old when he reached the ninth level of cultivation.

And Hei Xiaohu is only in his early twenties now.

His future achievements will definitely be higher than his, how could he not be gratified by this.

"Okay, okay! As expected of my Black-hearted Tiger's son."

"Let's go, father will take you back to the Demon Cult."

"Today is the day when my Black Heart Tiger's son, Black Little Tiger, is born."

"In the future, this world will belong to you and me, father and son!"

Black Heart Tiger woke up from his training state and grabbed Hei Xiaohu's hand.

He ran quickly towards the distance with a smile on his face.

This is his only relative in the world. How could Hei Xiaohu's achievements not make Hei Xinhu happy?

"Father, as long as you are happy."

Hei Xiaohu smiled slightly. For him, it didn't matter whether he could rule the world or not.

What matters is whether the black-hearted tiger is happy.

I am also very happy to see the Black Heart Tiger being so happy because of me.

But just when the two were about to leave Black Tiger Cliff, two men in black came to Black Heart Tiger and reported something.

(End of this chapter)