Cultivation of immortals, the beginning of cultivating demons for ten years

Chapter 47 I'm A Little Excited To Think About It

Yan Ping opened his mouth and inhaled, and sucked the ten flying swords with bloody pig face into Tunbao space, including the Flying Sword of Flying Flying Sword.

Temporarily cut off the connection between Feijian and its master.

Taoist supernatural powers.

The bloody pig's face was horrified, who is this young man in white?
He is not only a warrior with iron bones and diamonds, but also a swordsman, and now he has displayed a Taoist supernatural power.

Could it be the direct descendant of the head of a certain upper third rank sect?

Yan Ping floated over and took off the pig face mask, revealing a handsome face under the mask.

"You can't kill me, I'm from Jianyu Building, you can't kill me."

The handsome young man was terrified, for fear that the unfathomable young man in white would beat him to death with a punch.

"I can't bear to kill you."

Yan Ping looked at the young man with a smile on his face.

Seeing Yan Ping's expression like coveting his body, the young man's face turned green.

Is he going to lose his chrysanthemum?
He couldn't imagine being tortured and humiliated by the young man in white, so he stiffened his neck and said, "I can't be humiliated, you should kill me!"

"Why kill you, I want to keep you by my side, hehehe."

Yan Ping smiled, and brought up the ashen-faced youth and returned to the spirit boat.

Guo Ziyi, who had escaped, hurriedly followed.

Yan Ping casually tossed the young man aside, the sword cultivator without his natal flying sword was stronger than ordinary monks, Yan Ping was not afraid that he would run away.

"Thank you sir for your help."

Guo Ziyi bowed and saluted, suddenly found that he had broken an arm, smiled wryly, and sat down on the deck.

Yan Ping looked at Guo Ziyi.

The blue and purple spots on his body should be a kind of toxin, which was corroding Guo Ziyi's golden body at a speed visible to the naked eye. The incision on the severed arm was smooth, which was obviously caused by the flying sword.

Yan Ping took out a mutton fat jade flying sword, and cut off Guo Ziyi's golden body corroded by poison.

With a twist of sword energy, it was annihilated.

"Guo Chenghuang, why did you become like this? What kind of organization is Jianyulou? Why did you send people to hunt you down?"

"Sword Rain Building..."

Guo Ziyi trembled in pain, and passed out after saying three words.

Sima Qingwei said: "Jianyulou, the No. 40 and No. [-] assassin organization in Qingzhou, all the assassins under its command are sword cultivators, they have no concept of right and wrong, and they can accept any task. "

"The landlord Tianhu is an old man, the Nascent Soul Sword Immortal of the lower three realms, and the two deputy landlords are also Nascent Soul Sword Immortals. In addition, there are thousands of Jindan Sword Immortals, and tens of thousands of Foundation Establishment Sword Cultivators. The whole is equivalent to a third-rank sect. "

"Do you have anything to add?"

Yan Ping glanced at the young man pretending to be dead on the ground.

Young Sheng Wukelian said: "The old man Tianhu died three years ago, and the current host is Master Tiangui, the Nascent Soul Sword Immortal of the Middle Three Realms."

"As soon as the sword rain comes out, there will definitely be blood. If the mission fails and I haven't returned in three days, Jianyu Tower will send a more powerful sword repairer to complete the mission for me. You can't save this city god."

"Who issued the mission and dared to kill a city god?"

"I don't know. Our Jianyu building only takes money to do things, and doesn't ask anything else."

Guo Ziyi woke up slowly and said, "It's Wenshui Water God and his wife."

Wenshui water god Zhao Shenyu is Guo Ziyi's god and his friend for many years. Seven days ago, Guo Ziyi was invited to the water temple for a gathering.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Shenyu poisoned the wine.

Thanks to the fact that he refined a [-]-year-old poisonous snake gall in the early years, with high resistance to poison, he resisted the poison and killed it all the way.

Prepare to go back and raise troops to destroy Zhao Shenyu, this despicable little god. Who would have thought that the City God's Yin Division has become a sea of ​​flames, countless ghosts and gods have been killed and injured, and even the Yin people have all been refined into ghost banners by drawing their souls.

And the one who made all of this turned out to be Zhao Shenyu's first wife, a woman who had been dead for thousands of years.

"Zhao Shenyu risked the disobedience of the world and buried his wife in a very dark place for thousands of years, turning her into a living corpse with ghost blood."

"He wants to get rid of me, sit on the seat of city god, and give up the seat of water god to his wife, so that he can neutralize the ghost blood on his wife with incense from the world, and finally transform into divine blood."

"I hid in XZ and lived in seclusion deep in the mountains. I didn't expect them to invite killers from Jianyu Tower to kill me."

"The killer of Jianyu Tower is unrivaled in the world in finding traces, and it didn't take long to find me.

After some fighting, I killed a Jindan Sword Immortal of the lower three realms, two Sword Cultivators of Foundation Establishment Perfection, and myself was seriously injured, and was bitten by the last Sword Cultivator of Foundation Establishment Perfection. "

Speaking of this, Guo Ziyi said happily, "If I hadn't met you, sir, I'm afraid I'd be dead right now."

"I just feel sorry for my fellow ghosts and gods and hundreds of thousands of Yin people."

Guo Ziyi said a lot of words in a hurry and quickly, then passed out again.

The seat of the water god.

The wife of the water god.

It seems that if you want to help Tie Mulan sit on the throne of water god, you have to get rid of this vicious couple first.

It was an hour after Guo Ziyi woke up again.

"Sir, Jian Yu Lou sword will see blood, this time they fail, they will send a stronger killer, I..."

Yan Ping interrupted Guo Ziyi and said, "Just stay on the boat and take care of your wounds. As for the killers from Jianyu Building, I guarantee that they will come and go."

Yan Ping reached out his hand to touch the handsome young man's dantian Qihai.

The young man who touched it had goosebumps all over his body. It's over, the white clothes really fell in love with him, and his innocence for the rest of his life was about to be ruined here.

Zhongpin Daoji, the sword energy in his body should be able to recover to its peak within two days.

Two days later.

The handsome young man had recovered to his peak, but he didn't dare to run away. Jianxiu, who had lost his life and flying sword, was like a child in front of a Vajra Realm martial artist, he could play as he liked.

"Yes, it has recovered."

Yan Ping could sense the majestic sword energy in the handsome young man's body.

recovered, what do you mean?
Has he been waiting, waiting for me to recover so that he can play with me?
The handsome young man felt extremely anxious, wondering whether he should try to escape.

Until Yan Ping walked towards him with a weird smile.

He finally couldn't bear the pressure in his heart, and a sword with sword energy condensed under his feet, and with a whoosh, he flew away against the sky.

"Hmph, you want to run, but you still want to slip when you get into the young master's bowl."

Yan Ping reached the sky in one step, and instantly appeared in front of the handsome young man, grabbing him by the neck and carrying him back to the room like a chicken.

The next scene was a bit cruel, he didn't want Xiao Yushu to see it.

"what……"

A shrill scream came from the master bedroom, and Guo Ziyi's eyes widened. Does Mr. have such a hobby.

Ao Bing shuddered subconsciously.

Knowing people, knowing face but not knowing heart, I didn't expect Mr. to be such a person.

Sima Qingwei couldn't help being suspicious, Xiaopingzi always looked at the killer with strange eyes these two days, could it be that Xiaopingzi really...

After a stick of incense, Yan Ping walked out of the room with a relaxed face, holding a handsome young man in his hand.

There will be new humanoid charging piles arriving tomorrow, and I don’t know how many will come. Thinking about it, I’m a little excited.

　Ask for collection, ask for investment, ask for recommendation tickets, ask for all support!

　　


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