Your Majesty the Empress, I am really not a traitor!

Chapter 12 Strong or Weak?

For Lingyan, the so-called master in front of her was the original culprit.

The young Lingyan didn't know what kind of heart Master had. She only knew that in the Demon Cult, only Master treated her best, taught her skills, and bought herself food.

It wasn't until she lived as a normal person that Lingyan realized what kind of evil intentions lay behind the gentle and kind mask of this "Master".

"Lingyan, I didn't expect that you would actually deceive me..."

The old man standing in the middle sighed helplessly.

"If this is deceit, then what you did back then, Master, is probably more serious than me?" Lingyan was not moved by this at all.

"This is for the world."

"For the sake of the world?"

"Yes," the old man said calmly, "Lingyan, Daxia is pushing all Xia people across the country into the fire pit, and we...should stop it."

The moment he finished this sentence, a cold light flashed.

A flying knife was accurately nailed to the old man's body, but under the old man's powerful aura defense, the flying knife did not cause much damage to him.

"I'm sorry, Master, I'm in a hurry, and I don't have the time to listen to what you say."

After Lingyan finished speaking, her figure disappeared like a ghost.

The old man and the Demon Cultists around him immediately became vigilant, and they immediately scanned all the surrounding corners to make sure that Lingyan was not hiding in those places.

This idea is very correct, but they thought about one thing wrong: Lingyan is not just hiding.

A sword qi pierced the sky, and when he saw the powerful destructive power contained in the sword qi, the old man subconsciously raised his palm and resisted with his own thick aura.

This was the trick he used to use on Lingyan as a master back then.

However, blood spattered.

Severe pain came from his nerves, making the corners of his eyes tremble slightly.

The bloody arm and more than half of the palm disappeared, explaining how out of control I had just acted.

"Master, I've hit hard, I'm sorry."

Lingyan's innocent smile was like a child who really couldn't hold back his strength in front of the master.

But the killing intent on the blade that hadn't dissipated the aura didn't restrain at all.

"You've grown a lot..."

The old man turned his head and looked at his horrible arms and palms. He realized a problem - he seemed to underestimate the apprentice he had trained.

"Thank you for your compliment," Lingyan readily accepted the old man's compliment, "After leaving you, I have found a little way of righteousness, which can be regarded as giving myself a little bit of experience."

She usually does a lot of things and masters a lot of skills, especially in frontal combat ability. Under the training of Qin Ji, who is proficient in frontal combat, her frontal combat ability is not inferior, at least, it is close to the top level. .

"It's a good thing."

The old man nodded slightly, and then took a step.

Behind him, several figures jumped out, and every step those figures took, the floor under their feet was shattered.

Lingyan could see clearly that those figures were all puppets.

Master's other nickname is "Hundred Ghosts Layman", and Hundred Ghosts Layman is just a rumor, it should have been "Hundred Puppet Layman".All his life, he has been pursuing absolute control, whether it is over people or over his puppets.

"Lingyan, sometimes, young people have to take a detour to let them know that they have gone the wrong way, don't you think?"

The level of each puppet is extremely close to that of a novice dragon guard.Looking at Daxia, there are not many puppets that can produce such a level.

Lingyan watched the puppet get closer and closer to her, and when it stepped into her attack range, she swung a knife.

The arm that the puppet stretched out first was cut off. Originally, she planned to further expand the results of the battle and completely scrap the puppet, but these guys would not give her such a chance. They just made the puppet incapable of fighting. The other "little guys" They rushed towards her at the same time.

These puppets were made entirely for the purpose of performing combat missions, and they were all made of extremely hard metal. Even the knife in Lingyan's hand, after being strengthened, could only cut through the arms, and the position of the torso was really It is strenuous.

These puppets are enough to hold Lingyan for a long time.

In theory.

However, what everyone present saw was another scene.

Lingyan used that almost terrifying power to shake the heavy puppets flying one by one, and the sharp blade in her hand flew, and took all the puppets' attacks.

Even at this juncture, she can even throw two throwing knives, so that the gang of dogs who are waiting for her exhaustion will know-sooner or later it will be your turn.

Seeing Lingyan's ease, several members of the Devil's Cult looked at each other.

This time they came here with the intention of completing the task. They thought that since the gardener was willing to actively communicate with them, there was still a chance to pry it. Craftsman, it's still barely doable.

But now, Lingyan's force value fully illustrates a problem:

There is a "small gap" between the gardeners' growth rate and their ideal state.

To put it simply, the cultivation was a bit too successful, and the gardener seems to be able to overthrow their elite group by himself now...

Since you can't beat it, what else can you do?

Let's run while the puppets can hold her back for a while!

After making this decision, the elite of the Devil's Cult jumped out of the window and ran out.

It's just a pity that Lingyan had long thought of the possibility of these people jumping out of the window and escaping out of nowhere, and she had already given instructions on this point before they set off.

For those martial arts "masters" who jumped out of the window, we must give them enough respect.

Therefore, the scale guards who had been guarding under the window for a long time, faithfully carried out the order of their commander.

Seeing someone turn over the window, the scale guards immediately tensed up, and just when the other person was turned outwards and his body was not stable, they heard the sound of bowstrings.

Three crossbow arrows were shot from the hands of the three scale guards. The first old man was the most pitiful. The moment he turned over and jumped out, he was hit by three crossbow arrows precisely in his ass. fell to the ground.

Not to mention him, even the scale guards who fired crossbow arrows were confused.

Everyone thought that the elites of the Demon Cult should be murderous demons without blinking an eye. Not to mention that they can cure children from crying at night, at least they must be regarded as vicious, but they can be shot down by three crossbow arrows...

Grandma, are we too strong or the current elite of the Demon Cult are too weak?

The scale guards couldn't help but began to think about such a problem.

Chapter 13 The final "teaching"?

In Lingyan's attack, those puppets did not pose a particularly great threat to her.

Although the other party still claimed to be her master, after so many years, the strength of the two sides has formed a huge gap, and those puppets just made her a little more trouble.

When she completely stretched her hand into the puppet's chest, completely disrupting the operation of the last puppet, everything finally returned to calm.

"If there are only these, Master, it's not enough for me to play with?"

She smiled and looked at the old man.

At this moment, the expression on the old man's face can only be described as a pain in the flesh. Obviously, this kind of puppet is already of a high level. To be able to create such a puppet, it is conceivable how much energy and resources the old man in front of him has put into it.

The screams from the Demon Cult member downstairs who was shot by the scale guards came from outside, indicating the fact that fleeing would encounter.

"Be honest! Lie down! I'll bandage you!"

The voice of the scale guard came from outside.Immediately after that was the devil's cult member's wailing and howling.

"Lingyan, I haven't seen you for so many years. It seems that you have fallen for Gao Zhi... It seems that the few tricks just now were not taught to you by Master, right? You really chose to go to the court and the dignitaries. And to flatter."

The old man asked with a sneer.

"Oh, it's up to you to understand, anyway, this has nothing to do with you who are dying." Lingyan looked at the other party indifferently, playing with the knife in his hand, "Why don't you think about how to escape, Master? This may let you It's not so embarrassing to die."

"It's really rude."

The anger in his eyes was barely concealed.

"I didn't expect that after so many years, the Demon Cult's vision of seeing people seems to have dropped a lot—the previous Demon Cult was different, as long as a few big hands at the top waved, countless Demon Cult believers would follow you to death Charge on the ground. Now, what you have attracted is all crooked melons...you know it in your heart."

Lingyan continued to inflict damage on the opponent's mind.In fact, she didn't know that it wasn't that her master didn't want to recruit enough firm believers, but that the suppression of the Demon Cult made it incapable of regaining its former glory.

Although some countries and churches really turn a blind eye to the Demon Cult because of the idea of ​​stumbling the Great Xia, they just "won't crack down on it" in the end. Even if they have some support for it, they will A drop in the bucket, the Devil's Cult has no background at all to cultivate truly outstanding members.

Back then, the Devil’s Cult, in order to make children like Lingyan obey the teaching’s arrangements from an early age, even specially arranged the so-called “Holy Land” for children, where they could eat whatever they wanted and have whatever they wanted.Use this as an occasional incentive.But now, I am afraid it will be difficult for them to afford such an expense.

Cultivation requires money.

These words obviously hit the lungs of this noble Demon Cultist. After receiving her ridicule, Qian Sui, one of the elders of the Demon Cult, raised his withered hand.

"Little girl, after eating the imperial food for a few years, you don't know who you are anymore?"

Qian Sui felt that it was necessary for him to teach this former apprentice a lesson.

The reason why the Devil's Cult is called the Devil's Cult is feared by many people, but it has never been because of recklessness and a few skills that are used to decorate the appearance.But now, it is necessary for him to let the other party see the glory of the Demon Cult.

He clenched his hand tightly, and in an instant, the aura flashed across his body.

Lingyan's eyes widened.

She felt something changing in her body.

The blood in the body is boiling, and the aura is chaotic, as if the whole body is under the control of the master in front of him.

"This is......"

"Curse. I think you haven't finished learning that year, right?" Qian Sui said blankly, "There are many ways to use curses. As early as when you first came in, your defeat was already doomed. Lingyan, Next, you will see your meridians and blood vessels collapse and explode. Back then, everyone would choose me to train you, it was not groundless, don’t you think?”

curse.

Qian Sui had been buried in Lingyan's body since she broke in before.The curse methods of the Demon Cult are different, and the purposes that can be achieved are also different.The preparations required for the curse that can directly control Lingyan are very cumbersome, and all the preparations are just to make the curse take effect accurately.

Back then, Qian Sui taught Lingyan some curse techniques. In fact, this is one of the skills Lingyan must master as a gardener-if the flowers cultivated by the Demon Cult lose control in the future, the gardener must master everything that can means of breaking the game.

Now such means had to be reimposed on the gardener himself.

Seeing Lingyan's painful appearance, Qian Sui felt an unprecedented joy.

The gardener, in the end, was still unable to resist his own control, before and now.

Qian Sui winked at the people around him, who immediately understood what he meant, looked at Lingyan who was struggling on the ground, and they approached her with weapons in their hands.

"My child, the world is dangerous, and you still haven't realized it in the end."

He waved his hand, those people raised their hands, and the sharp blade chopped off her head.

At this moment, all the meridians and blood vessels in her body burst, and she fell to the ground completely.