Harvesting Yin

In the courtyard, there was blood and blood, and the chill pierced through the bones.

Seeing Lin Shaoqun's miserable appearance and hearing his hysterical screams, the two black-clothed monks turned pale and their legs trembled uncontrollably.

"Where are you two?" Yang Que looked at them in a blink of an eye, and said, "Are you going to chop off an arm yourself and kowtow on your knees, or do you want me to do it for you?"

Hearing the words, the two trembled and looked at each other with fear on their faces, but hesitation.

After a moment of silence, the black-faced cultivator on the left suddenly had a fierce light in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Boy, you are deceiving people too much! Do you really think that you alone can keep the three of us here?"

After that, he turned his head and shouted to the long-faced monk next to him: "Brother Ren, let's go together. Although this kid has some strength, he may not be able to withstand the siege of the two of us. We just need to save the young master and escape quickly." Just get out of here."

After hearing his words, the long-faced cultivator showed deep fear in his eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "No, you didn't see the golden light just now. With our strength, we definitely can't avoid it."

"You... as cowardly as a mouse!" The black-faced monk stomped his feet resentfully, and said, "Could it be that you didn't fight him at all, and you were willing to cut off your own arm, kneel down and give him a hundred blows?" Ringing your head? If this matter gets out, what face do you have to stay in this city?"

The long-faced monk stood still, still not daring to move rashly, and said with a mournful face, "It's better to have no face than to die, isn't it? Brother Qian, let's admit defeat, otherwise..."

"Shut up! You useless bastard!" The black-faced monk flew into a rage, and glared at him bitterly.No longer paying attention, the spirit sword in his hand trembled, and the light was cold.Looking at Yang Que, he said, "Boy, I am the guard of the Lin family. This is the young master of the Lin family. What happened today is indeed our fault, but you have also taught my young master a lesson. As long as you let us go now, Let's not pursue it any further. How?"

Although he wants to put all his eggs in one basket, he also understands the reason why a hero does not suffer immediate losses, since he is the only one who is fighting to the end.He was naturally a little scared.

He hoped that with a few words, Yang Que would let them go, so that he would not lose face after returning home.It is also possible to obtain the forgiveness of the Patriarch.

"I said it. Unless you chop off an arm yourself, and then kneel down and kowtow a hundred times, otherwise, you will definitely not be able to get out." Yang Que glanced at him indifferently, and repeated.

"Hmph! Alright, kid, since you are so arrogant, I will teach you a lesson today!" The black-faced monk knew what Yang Que had said.Knowing that he couldn't go out safely today, a stern look flashed in his eyes.Waves of mana from the whole body surged out, and all the strength was poured into the spirit sword in his hand.

"Om-"

The spirit sword burst out with light, and the killing intent was rolling!

"Kid, die!"

The black-faced cultivator showed a savage look on his face, and with a wave of the spirit sword in his hand, the light of the sword surged, and he rushed towards Yang Que.At the same time, he flipped his left hand, sacrificed the other two attack magic weapons, and attacked Yang Que with all his might.

Immediately, he picked up Lin Shaoqun who was unconscious on the ground, turned around and hurriedly retreated, sneering sharply, "Boy, let's wait and see, tonight is when your whole family will be massacred!"

Yang Que squinted his eyes, the cold light flickered, the golden light of the scorching sun trembled in his hands, and with a light wave, a round of scorching sun appeared impressively, instantly melting the attack of the sword light and the two magic weapons, and then caught up with the black-faced monk, directly from the He passed through the body.

"what--"

The black-faced monk continued to laugh triumphantly and sinisterly, but suddenly felt a heat in his back, and his whole body began to melt!

He suddenly let out a shrill and terrified scream, dropped Lin Shaoqun in his hand, and was about to continue running away, but just after running two steps, his whole body instantly disappeared into nothingness along with his scream.

The scorching sun burst out and the sky was full of sunshine. After everything returned to calm, there was no other trace on the ground except for Lin Shaoqun who had passed out.

The black-faced monk was like snow under the scorching sun. It melted and dissipated, and disappeared from the spot, as if it had never appeared before.

"what……"

Lin Shaoqun, who was pretending to be unconscious on the ground, saw the scene in front of him, his face turned pale with fright, his feces and urine flowed, and his whole body trembled violently.

The other long-faced cultivator was already terrified of Yang Que. Seeing this terrifying scene, a person who was alive just now with his teeth and claws turned into nothing in the blink of an eye. How could he bear it!

"Plop!" He bent his knees and knelt down on the ground. Without waiting for Yang Que's order, a flash of inspiration flashed in his right hand, and a sharp blade appeared, and he slashed down towards his left arm without hesitation.

"Hmm..." He groaned tremblingly, his left arm was cut off and fell to the ground, he clenched his teeth, but he didn't dare to stop the bleeding immediately, endured the severe pain, and kowtowed to Yang Que in horror.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" His mind was full of the scene of his companion being killed just now, his heart was filled with fear, and he kowtowed louder and louder, for fear that Yang Que would be dissatisfied.

"Sir, forget it, this man is really pitiful, he didn't bully us just now..." Seeing how miserable he looked, Qin Ke'er couldn't help frowning, and couldn't bear to say.

Lian Qing also said: "Yang Que, let them go and kill someone to vent their anger on Bajie, that's enough."

But the pig demon said with a smile: "Even girl, you are too flattering to the old pig. The young master is venting his anger for you. This person dares to attack you. It is kind of the young master not to kill them all."

Hearing this, Lian Qing glanced at Yang Que, and snorted coldly, "Whatever he does, he only uses violence."

Yang Que naturally heard her complaining, looked at her with a half-smile, and said, "Why, I'm still brooding over what happened that night, I really shouldn't have done that night... However, I didn't use violence Ah, it's you..."

"You..." When Lian Qing heard this, she became anxious, and hurried over to cover his mouth, her cheeks flushed with shame, "Don't mention that night again!"

Yang Que took her hand away and said with a smile, "Okay, I won't mention it."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the long-faced monk covered in blood in a blink of an eye, and said, "Forget it, keep the rest of the head. When will I remember it, and you can knock it again. As for that Young Master Lin..."

Lin Shaoqun trembled when he heard him mentioning himself, and hurriedly said: "Fellow Daoist, I was wrong, I don't dare to do it again, just spare my life."

"Your vitality is really tenacious. After losing three limbs, you are still full of energy. Admire, admire." Yang Que teased, and said, "Forget it, I'm not interested in one-legged animals, you guys go away. "

When the two heard it, it was as if they had received amnesty.

The long-faced monk ignored the pain, grabbed Lin Shaoqun, and fled. (To be continued..)