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Approaching the villa, the shadow slowed down, and it turned out to be a person flying in the air. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info [Thousand Thousand Novels] To be precise, he is a monk flying in the air. This monk was none other than Chachai's master, Azanwei.

Relying on his fate on Chachai's body, he successfully found Chachai's burned body, and followed the residual breath of Lin Dong and others all the way to the villa.

Azanway watched the yin qi guarding the villa with vigilance, slowly fell to the ground, and carefully reached out to touch the yin qi. The yin qi suddenly stretched down Azanway's arm like a poisonous snake ready to attack, trying to wrap his whole person.

The formation laid by the Yin Spirit is the Yin Ghost Devouring Array of the Yin Ghost Sect, with the internal locking Yin Array as the array, gathering three formations: fascination, trapping, and killing, although it is not the most ferocious formation of the Yin Ghost Sect, but it is the most suitable for use here.

Because this array is strong when encountered, ordinary villagers enter this array, that is, they are stunned and sleep overnight, reducing the risk of exposure. And if it encounters a powerful enemy, it will automatically transform into a killing array, seducing the soul and killing people invisibly.

"Damn, it's Huaxia's formation, is it those guys who exorcise ghosts?"

Obviously, Azanwei had been in contact with the Huaxia monks, and immediately judged what kind of attack he had encountered, and a string of Siamese words burst out of his mouth, and his face was also filled with solemnity.

Then he snorted, took a deep breath, and blew hard at the yin qi on his arm, and those yin qi touched his breath and quickly retracted into the formation.

After relieving the attack of the Yin Qi, he looked at the large array of Yin Qi in front of him, his eyes kept flickering, and there was no movement for a while.

He is known as the strongest head descending master in Nanyang, and at his level, if there is anything worth being afraid of, Huaxia's cultivators are definitely one of them.

In the past ten years, the main reason why he has practiced in seclusion is that he lost to a Chinese cultivator.

It's just that he was lucky, and he actually broke and stood up, and after this ordeal, the flying head descended to a new realm.

"It's impossible to meet such a powerful Huaxia Sword Cultivator anywhere!"

Azanway struggled for a moment, then his eyes narrowed and he made a decision.

If Chachai was just one of his disciples, he might not have taken such a big risk, but Chachai was actually his illegitimate son and the only son.

He walked around the magic circle, trying to find out the weak point and enter, but the weak point of the Huaxia formation was only the formation eye, and the formation eye of this formation was under the eyelids of the Yin Spirit, how could he have a chance?

After a while, he couldn't find a weak point, and Azanway was a little anxious. He didn't want to wait until daylight, the evil things in his hands would be somewhat weakened in the sun.

Going around to the back of the villa, he suddenly found that a middle-aged South Vietnamese man in his forties was lying in the yin air of the villa and was sleeping.

This person is a scoundrel in the village, and after drinking some wine, he wanted to come to the villa to have a look, and play a dozen autumn winds, but he never thought that he would be directly fascinated by the yin qi before he entered the villa.

Azanway grinned, opened one of the jars he was carrying, placed it next to the circle, and slapped his palms on the ground rhythmically, his mouth constantly whispering.

Soon, a fluffy green spider crawled out of the jar and, following Azanway's instructions, slowly squeezed into the yin air mass and crawled into the drunkard's face, and crawled into the drunkard's stomach along the wide open mouth.

It didn't take long for the drunkard to have a pained expression on his face, and green pus that was flowing from his mouth and nose with a rich fishy stench, and after a few moments he died.

After a while, the drunkard's eyes suddenly widened, and only the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, which looked extremely terrifying.

With a blank face, he got up and walked over to Azanway.

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Azanway grinned, walked behind the drunk man and didn't know what to say, the skin and muscles behind the drunk man suddenly tore from it, opened a large opening, and wrapped Azanway inside.

This is a puppet surrender, and it was originally necessary to control this puppet to kill people. But in the face of a Huaxia cultivator, Azanwei didn't think that a puppet could help him avenge him. He had to do it himself.

With the help of this human skin garment, he successfully passed through the outer barrier of the circle.

Dropping the human skin garment, Ah Zanwei threw out a black piece of his hand, which was some of Chachai's remaining visceral tissue.

"Brush!" A black shadow immediately flew out of him, swallowed this piece of internal organs in one gulp, and then spread its wings and flew all the way towards the bungalow where Lin Dong and the others stayed.

The person who kills Chachai will inevitably leave his resentment or blood on his body, and the bat will be sure to find these things.

Azanwei chased the bat all the way, and when he passed by a building, a disciple of the Yin Ghost Sect who went out to urinate collided with him head-on.

He was stunned for a moment before reacting, and was about to shout loudly when a green spider shot out of Ah Zanwei and rushed directly into his mouth.

The disciple hugged his throat and let out a few extremely suppressed screams, and then green pus flowed out of his five holes and he fell to death on the spot.

Azanway sneered and chanted the incantation, and the dead disciple actually got up and walked in front of him.

Along the way, Azanwei had already used the puppet to control three Yin Ghost Sect disciples, and none of these disciples in the Qi Refining Period were his enemies, and they became his puppets in an instant.

The slaughter of these low-level Huaxia monks undoubtedly made him feel very happy, and every time he killed him, he felt the pleasure of revenge.

Seeing that they were about to arrive at Lin Dong's residence, Azanway suddenly stepped back, and threw out a powerful whip leg, which kicked out a sonic boom.

The Yin Spirit in the back changed color when he heard this, and hurriedly urged the talisman weapon. A pitch-black armor instantly appeared on him, and this leg also kicked on the armor at the same time.

Hearing a loud bang, Azanwei staggered a few steps, but the Yin Spirit was kicked out by this force.

Using the talisman weapon and being kicked away with brute force, this is a situation that he has never encountered since the Yin Spirit advanced Jindan, and his face is as ugly as it is at this time.

Of course, Azanway was not purely by physical strength. His hands, feet, elbows, and knees, some round rings clinging to his skin, as if they were part of his body.

"Hurry!"

As soon as Yin Ling stabilized his body, he immediately pinched the trick, and pointed a finger at a kick Ah Zanwei.

A small pitch-black sword emerged from the yin qi and slashed at Azanway's leg.

Azanway was horrified, and quickly gathered his leg to dodge the slash, and then kicked Xiao Jianjian again.

"Buzz buzz......" Xiao Jian immediately screamed and was kicked into the air.

Yin Ling's face turned slightly pale, and he stretched out his hand and pointed at Azan Wei and roared: "Swallow the spirit three times, kill!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the body of the black sword blurred for a while, turning into two identical small swords, attacking Ah Zanwei from three directions with a strong yin qi.

Stab, slash, and slash as if someone were performing a sword move.

Just now Azanwei was able to handle one sword with ease, but he was a little overwhelmed by three swords.

Ignoring this and the other, he was quickly slashed with several swords. However, not a single drop of blood came out of the wound and it quickly healed again.

The head descender itself also

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) is a Yin spell, and the resistance to Yin Qi is very strong, which makes the Yin Spirit's flying sword power drop by more than half.

"Ghost Protection!"

Knowing that the most important thing to deal with cultivators was to attack in close quarters, Azanway hurriedly covered his chest with his hands and roared. Then several phantoms flew out of the skeleton on his chest, burrowed into his body, and then layers of bone armor, covering his body.

"Click......"

The flying sword slashed down, just to see the armor as a sprinkling of bones, and it would take a little time to break through the armor's defenses.

And that's what Azanwe needs. Instead of defending against the slash of the flying sword, he smirked and quickly approached the Yin Spirit.

"Yin Dragon Soul Snatcher!"

As Azanway approached step by step, the spell of the Yin Spirit here was also ready.

Four of the black dragons surrounded him, and the other five roared and rushed towards Azanway.

The Yin Dragon was coming in an instant, and Azanwei frowned, but he was quite confident in his defense, and rushed towards the Yin Dragon with his head in his hands.

The Yin Dragon Soul Snatcher was not a hard spell, it crashed into Azanwei and immediately passed through him, wanting to take away his soul.

But the strange thing is that the Yin Dragon directly penetrated his body, but it didn't bring out a trace of soul at all.

Yin Ling was stunned, after cultivating the spell of Yin Dragon Soul Grabbing, he had never missed!

Even Azanwei was stunned, this menacing Yin Dragon didn't cause him any harm! Immediately he understood, laughed wildly and shouted, "Fool, let's see who can take whose soul!" ”

Seeing Azanwei's fierce iron fist smashing again, the Yin Spirit's pupils shrank, and a Yin Wind swept up the others and disappeared.

When it reappeared, it was already a few dozen meters away.

"Damn it!" Ah Zanwei's face sank, and he hated nothing more than this weird one-move spell. He ripped off the skull necklace on his chest and threw them beside the Yin Spirit, shouting:

"Corpse Man!"

The skeleton immediately sank into the ground, and the ground immediately bulged with four dirt bags, and then several naked, corpse-like corpses jumped out of the pit and rushed towards the Yin Spirit, trying to hold him and restrict his movements.

Yin Ling's face sank, and he once again launched the Yin Wind to escape dozens of meters away, and then pinched his hand: "The corpse is here!" ”

As soon as the curse fell, several terrible roars came from a distance, and then two heavily armored figures stepped on heavy steps and rushed towards this direction.

In just a few moments, the two had several fierce battles, and Lin Dong and the others were also awakened by this huge sound. As soon as I went out, I saw Yin spirits and people fighting fiercely. It seems that he was forced to be quite miserable!

"What are we going to do?"

Poppy stared at the fierce fighting in the arena and opened his mouth to ask Lin Dong's opinion.

Looking at those terrifying corpses and Azanwei, who had a similar fighting style to Chachai, Lin Dongna still didn't know that this guy was also a head lowering master? Compared to these imported cultivators, he still has a good impression of Yin Spirit.

Besides, if he didn't help Yin Ling, once he lost to this head descending master, this head descending master probably wouldn't let them go.

After making a decision, Lin Dong no longer hesitated, and said decisively: "Ding Ding and Kawada, you hand over the demon soul and guard it in front of me, and the others will go behind me!" Golden Crow, get ready to breathe fire! ”

While giving the order, the two spells of the fire dragon and the ice python had already begun to be prepared in his hands, and soon, the dragon roaring snake hissed, and the golden crow also began to spew out the natal golden flame in one mouth.

(End of chapter)

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