After being reincarnated as a bad woman, I became my enemy?

The blood-eyed old crow sneered, and waved his hand: "You have the same vulgar and powdery smell as that traitor woman, what's so good about you?"

"Isn't it!? I didn't deliberately put spices on my body, Mr. Yu, did you smell it too?"

Hang Yanling pointed to herself: "Don't you guys smell something... that is, a particularly high-end, high-class, and particularly noble blood?"

"Pfft, hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha—"

Hang Yanling's words made the blood-eyed old crow burst into laughter. His quack laughter was strangely ear-piercing. He pointed at Hang Yanling and turned to Wen Gongyu and said, "Did you see it? Did you see it? Humans feel that compared with us monster races, It's a superior bloodline, gahahahahahaha—little girl, if I don't need to keep you alive, I can't help but wring your head off right now!"

"Ashi, what nose do you two have?"

Hang Yanling pinched her waist with a troubled look on her face.

At the Hua family's house, Hua Fu smelled the smell and shouted one after another, why do these two people not recognize me as a purple-gold tree demon here?

Seeing that Wen Gongyu was still hesitating, the blood-eyed old crow stopped laughing, and scolded: "Why are you still hesitating, wait for this human being to report to the imperial court that you are a monster race? Your identity has already been exposed, and it is too late to repent."

"No, I want to report it. I have already reported it."

Hang Yanling scratched his head, turned his face away to look at Wen Gongyu: "Master Yu—you are a lark, right?"

"Eh?"

Wen Gongyu's body shook, and the expression on his face became distorted and hideous after a moment of shock: "How did you know..."

"I've been calling you Master Yu since the first time I met you, you don't really think I'm so kind to call you by your first name?"

"..."

Hang Yanling moved towards Wen Gongyu's direction and coughed.

"Old Crow, you understand the current situation on the field. Don't think that you can drag him to your group because you are the same monster as Master Yu. Believe it or not, the situation will be reversed directly?"

The blood-eyed old crow squinted his eyes, but he was not in a hurry. He wanted to see what tricks this crazy kid could come up with.

Wen Gongyu was also very confused by Hang Yanling's series of weird words.

I saw Hang Yanling rubbing his hands under the eyes of the two elders, and said slowly:

"Knowing that Master Yu is a monster, what's so great about it? I also know that before Master Yu fully transformed into a human form, he became obsessed with a bird because of its sound. It took him more than half a year to find out that the other party was a canary. , and it's only male!"

"..."

"..."

"Gah?"

A big question mark appeared above the blood-eyed crow's forehead.

After Wen Gongyu was in a daze for 30 seconds, he covered his mouth and coughed violently.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem——"

Hang Yanling was gearing up, and patted Wen Gongyu's shoulder excitedly: "Brother, how is it? He just broke the news that you are a monster, and wanted to drag you into the gang to silence me. Today, my sister, I made a bigger news, we Can the two silence him now? Isn't this thing more fucking than you are some monster dick?"

"You, you, you, you, how do you know such a thing!?"

"Let's not care about so much, you can just judge and say who are you planning to kill now?"

"I, I don't want either of you to come out of this room alive."

The ashamed and flushed Wen Gongyu clenched his teeth, and retreated to the corner.

"What did I do wrong? Are you two hiding in my room in the middle of the night just to expose me one by one???"

The blood-eyed old crow couldn't do it anymore because of Hang Yanling's tricks. He looked at Wen Gongyu in surprise, and then at Hang Yanling in surprise, and asked in puzzlement, "...does it do you any good?"

"Have you enjoyed it?"

Hang Yanling took it for granted: "I said this just for the sake of it, and I purposely lay down here tonight and waited for a long time!"

"What's wrong with you?"

"Hey! The whole sect of Lianhua Palace has no fucking brains! I have accepted this fact a long time ago, aha! Are you angry?"

Hang Yanling also expressed the aggrievedness of her previous life, and at this moment, every pore of her body felt so happy.

Especially today there is a third person as the audience, and the joy level has been doubled.

"What are you so proud of... Forget it, it seems that Mr. Wen doesn't want to protect you anymore, you crazy girl, just lie down here obediently for the old man."

The blood-eyed old crow was really too lazy to talk nonsense with Hang Yanling, so he licked his dry lips, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Could it be that you can still take out a magic weapon that condenses the full strength of the golden core, and use it against me?"

"Then... I can't tell."

"Oh, don't pretend to be stupid. Last time, you just didn't take precautions. It's only because you plotted against it, not to mention such a rare thing. Even if you are the jewel in the palm of Lianhua Palace, you are a little monk in the Condensation Stage. For you who have made no contribution to the sect, it is impossible for you to obtain such a magic weapon from the master again."

"Ah... oh... so you thought that thing was exchanged with Zongmen contributions?"

"However, I want to praise you. In the face of the coercion of my Jindan stage monk, you can still maintain such crazy words, and you didn't pee your pants in fear."

The blood-eyed old crow approached Hang Yanling step by step, with black feathers floating around him.

Before knocking Hang Yanling unconscious and taking him back to complete the task of the film master, he felt that he had to torture this annoying brat.

A mere scumbag from the Yuan Condensation Period dared to make me make such a fool of myself last time.

I really don't know how to live or die.

Seeing that the blood-eyed old crow was about to walk up to him, Hang Yanling suddenly raised his hand and threw something forward.

The blood-eyed old crow caught it with a sneer, took a wrong look, and sneered.

"It seems that I underestimated you, and you actually hid one for yourself? But this thing needs to be stimulated by aura. Now that I'm ready, you can never play the same thing in front of me—hey ,Eh!"

"Catch it!"

"You still have one... Lianhua Palace is crazy?! How can people in the Condensation Stage carry this kind of thing with them—hey, hey!!"

"Wow, you are indeed a Jindanqi cultivator. Now that you have retired, you can go to the circus to be a clown in a ball-throwing performance."

Seeing the blood-eyed old crow delicately connecting three small gray nuclear bombs one after another, Hang Yanling smiled and clapped.

"Then—— this kid at the Golden Core stage, please listen to the question. If you hold three small magical instruments that can be activated by aura at the same time, and will immediately release a full-strength strike of the Golden Core stage monks after being activated , do you have enough to kill me in an instant while ensuring that you will not be killed by these things?"

"Hmph, it's as easy as flipping the palm of your hand."

"Oh, what if... I have three here too?"

Hang Yanling took out three small gray balls from his pocket, threw them alternately in his hands, and looked at the blood-eyed old crow with a smile on his face: "There are six gray balls on the field, two monster races, one saint... you Accidentally reduce the number of gray balls by one, and the Saint and the Monster Race will all be finished?"

"you!"

The blood-eyed crow held three small gray balls, and was very angry.

However, these gray balls are just dead things after all, as long as he is more prepared, he, a monk at the golden core stage, is enough to stun Hang Yanling on the opposite side without touching these six gray balls.

This guy is so contemptuous of himself, it's time for her to teach her a lesson.

The blood-eyed old crow stood there, pretending to be angry, but taking advantage of the night, his filthy Yin aura spread out and turned into a flowing stream, slowly flowing towards Hang Yanling.

This direct disciple of Lianhua Palace should also be a cultivator of Yin Lingqi, but he also symbolizes the controller of "death energy", and the "quantity" possessed by Jin Danqi is crushing.

Just like that, when Hang Yanling was tossing the gray ball cheerfully, he was unknowingly wrapped and entwined by the dark aura.

Afterwards, the stream of Yin Lingqi became turbulent.

A large amount of Yin Lingqi poured into Hang Yanling's body, but it didn't take long for this arrogant little girl to be swallowed up by the bone-chilling cold and despair, her meridians all over her body were cut off, and she endured the pain of being torn apart.

Five, four, three...

"Two, one, zero... minus one, minus two, minus three, minus four, minus five..."

Hang Yanling stopped throwing the ball, and while putting the magic weapon back into his storage ring, he helped the blood-eyed old crow to continue counting down.

"Negative eleven, negative twelve."

"How do you..."

The blood-eyed old crow was a little surprised. Not to mention a monk in the Condensed Yuan Stage, he should not be able to bear such a strangling of Yin Lingqi even after ten True Yuan Stages.

damn...

Is it caused by the physique of half a sky wedge?

This is something that has never been mentioned in the information.

In desperation, the blood-eyed crow had no choice but to interrupt the transmission of Yin Lingqi and think of other methods.

"Minus nineteen, minus twenty."

However, the countdown to negative numbers that Hang Yanling helped him carry out has not stopped.

The stream of Yin Lingqi has never been blocked.

"you--"

"Negative 21, negative 22, 23, 24, 25—"

Hang Yanling's speech speed suddenly accelerated, she smiled playfully, and looked at the blood-eyed old crow standing in front of her.

"This kid in the Jindan stage, let me ask you a second question—according to the common sense in our cultivation world, if a person can't even control the flow of his own aura, then what will happen next?"

"You are clearly just an ant in the Condensation Stage, stop putting on airs there!"

"Oh, your remaining yin aura is now at the level of the alchemy stage, if you shrink back a bit, don't you have the right to be so rude to me?"

Hang Yanling wrapped her wrists and licked her lips.

"In order not to make too much noise, I chose such a roundabout method by directing the embroidered clothes directly. Otherwise, wouldn't it be fine if I just detonated a gray ball? I can't die with my small body, at most It’s just that Mrs. Yu Yu scorched a few feathers. You said that you are so old, why can’t you make sense of this?”

"Stop! What are you trying to do! Stop!!"

There was cold sweat on the blood-eyed old crow's forehead, and he stepped back abruptly, but the yin aura gushing out from the spiritual source was so overwhelming that he couldn't stop it.

When the pitch-black river reached Hang Yanling's side, it would be intensified into mist, and these breaths of death happily wandered in front of Hang Yanling.

For a moment of trance, the blood-eyed old crow felt a sense of absurdity and absurdity.

It's like a pedestrian in the desert, who refuses to admit defeat, using the water stored in his bag to block the absurdity of a dry well in the desert.

I should have realized this ridiculous thing earlier.

Why did I realize so late...

Is it because of the ridiculous and absurd behavior of that crazy woman, or did I take the Yuan Condensation Stage monks lightly?

I have also come into contact with another sky wedge fragment in the organization, but these two "Hangyan Ling" are not the same thing at all.

The Yin Lingqi released has become a chain to imprison him, Hang Yanling also put away his grinning expression, pursed his lips, and walked towards the blood-eyed old crow; "To be honest, I still have a lot of things I want to ask you, why not Let's talk about it from the last time we met? Why did you intercept Fu Tianqing, who asked you to intercept Fu Tianqing, whether you have anything to do with the destruction of the Fu family, which organization you belong to, in Dongzhou What's the purpose—I think you must have a lot of things to tell me before you get fucked."

"Gah!!!! Gah!!!!!! Brat, brat!!! Ga!!!!"

The blood-eyed old crow roared, and his thin body suddenly spread out, turning into countless flying black feathers.

A pitch-black crow fluttered from among these feathers, smashed open the window, and flew away with fluttering wings.

"Wow, is this the Yaozu's escape technique? It's only for birds."

It was really unexpected that the blood-eyed old crow released Hang Yanling with this hand. She put her hand between her eyebrows, looked at the blood-eyed old crow flying into the distance with her light purple eyes, and sighed.

"Really, didn't you notice a small stone on your body before you left?"

The crow flapped its wings and flew into the sky.

After nearly hundreds of meters from the ground, a scorching light burst out from its body.

"quack?"

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"Boom!!!!"

In the sky, a brilliant golden lotus bloomed.

The gorgeous fireworks illuminated the night sky, illuminated the lively night scene, and illuminated the shade of the trail.

The people in Andu Town thought it was the mayor's celebration to welcome the saint, and they praised the golden flowers in the sky that hadn't disappeared for a long time.

In the open space next to the inn, a little girl with muddy hands wiped the sweat from her forehead, looking at the night sky with her dirty face.

"Ah, setting off the whip at night is a funeral!"

There was a washbasin-sized earth pit in front of the little girl, and by coincidence, something dark fell from the sky and happened to hit that earth pit.

Still smoking.

"What—ah! Starling!!! Aunt Bishui said that she lost you, I've been sad for a long time!"