Yun Shi didn't pay attention to Mo Zhi's delusional complaints, but continued to look at Liao Yunjin—who should now be called Princess Yunjin—and continued: "You have been sent to the Sword Heng Sect since you were a child, and very few people know your true identity, but this does not mean that no one knows your identity. So think about it, why among so many excellent disciples, Jiang Sutong chose you who are just mediocre in qualifications? ”

When she said this, Yun Shi had already walked in front of Princess Yunjin, she was about the same size as Princess Yunjin, and now she usually looked at her eyes, but it was as if she was looking down at an ant, and then she looked at Princess Yunjin's face full of doubts and incredulity, and said lightly: "It's too late to be shocked and confused now, the only choice you can make is - do you do it yourself, or do you need me to do it for you?" ”

Princess Yunjin bit her lip tightly, she wanted to retreat backwards, but she couldn't move, not only because she still had a knife around her neck, but also because she was afraid of death. There is no one who is not afraid of death, she has only lived for two hundred years, she has just gained some status in the sect, she can't die, how can she die?

However, if what the woman in front of her said now was true, and she was the sacrifice sent by their husband, then her past glory would be all floating clouds. But even so, how could she be willing?

Mo Zhiyu just picked up the ink period on the ground again, and walked to the side, while walking, he paid attention to the movements of Princess Yunjin's side, and saw that Princess Yunjin's current face, which had been completely faced, was rapidly changing different expressions, and it looked very entangled.

But he looked at Princess Yunjin's eyes looking at Yun Shi slowly changing, that kind of confusion, unwillingness, and hatred...... These emotions changed rapidly, more wonderful than her expression, and in the end, all the eyes condensed into a kind of determination.

Mo Zhiyu's nerves subconsciously tensed, and he yelled: "Be careful! At the same time, he shook off the ink period, raised his hand and commanded the ink knife to slash directly at Princess Yunjin's neck.

But at this moment, the entire stone chamber trembled, and a large amount of red mist poured in from nowhere, instantly blinding everyone's eyes.

Mo Zhiyu hurriedly ran towards Yun Shi's side, but he heard a "boom" from the wind, Mo Zhiyu turned sideways to avoid it, raised his hand and grabbed it steadily in the red mist, and grabbed a blade, which was his ink knife. He could feel that there was no blood on the blade, and the knife just now didn't hit!

Mo Zhiyu's heart immediately raised, but the induction between him and Yun Shi was only limited to the ontology, and now Yun Shi was a doppelganger here, and he really had no way to find it, so he could only capture the Yuan Force breath belonging to Yun Shi as soon as possible.

But Mo Zhiyu still remembered the previous direction, and hurriedly held the knife and ran towards that direction.

But at this moment, he felt that the red mist around him was surging rapidly, as if it was a cloud disturbed by the wind, but the evil aura that had been emitted from this red mist had now become more and more dense with the turmoil of these red mist!

Mo Zhiyu's expression froze, and he stabbed the knife in his hand forward, directly into the depths of the clouds.

And this stab, it seems that it really stabbed something, and it can't be pulled out, the whole knife seems to be stuck in the red mist, so that he can't pull it out at once, and there is a suction force competing with him for the control of the ink knife.

"And this trick?" Mo Zhiyu snorted coldly, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, the induction between himself and the ink knife reached the extreme, and the yuan force that could be used in his body extended along the meridians in his hand towards the blade of the ink knife, and the blade that was originally like ink suddenly became shining. This is no longer a knife, but a part of his body that extends out, an existence that no one can take away, this is the realm of "unity of man and soldier", and it is the realm of military cultivation alone.

"Up!" With a wild roar, the ink knife was violently lifted upward, stirring up the red mist around it, as if it had torn a cloud alive. As his sword was raised, a piercing scream erupted from the red mist, making Mo Zhiyu have to be able to stop it with his luck and strength.

Then he saw a thick red mist peel off in front of him, and this red mist gathered into the shape of a human head, and it soared high, flying into the sky, and even the scream was transmitted upwards, and then a yin and yang strange voice resounded in this stone room: "Cunning! You are as cunning as the gentleman said! You want to separate Mr. and me? Hmph, fortunately, Mr. expected you to use this trick, and he already told me how to crack it! Hahahaha......"

Mo Zhiyu listened to the voice, although it shook people's eardrums, but he could still distinguish that it was the voice of Princess Yunjin. He didn't bother to care what the princess was shouting about now, and immediately continued to look for Qiyun Shi in front of him.

And the head in the sky was still flying, and the yin and yang weird voice was already shouting: "What Mr. Yunda, what Dongwei Yi King, it's nothing more than that, with this secret method, you will be trapped here forever and turn into a pool of thick water!" ”

"Jiang Sutong told you this secret method like this?" A faint voice sounded in the red mist, the voice was very calm, and there was no trace of danger at all.

Mo Zhiyu immediately heard whose voice it was, and hurriedly ran over there.

"You're trying to fool me again, I'm not that stupid!" The voice in the air shouted, "Just say it, even if your voice is hoarse, you can't do without this red mist, this is the essence of the resentment above, even if it is the realm of creation, it will still be swallowed up by the red mist!" ”

"There is no need for me to say anything more," the voice in the red mist was faint, as if he were just strolling by the lake now, "and you will be in ashes before we melt into pus and blood." You've said that this is the essence of the red mist above, do you think you can control it with your ability alone? Look at what it looks like now, what about your physical body? It's turned into a puddle of pus and blood, right? ”

Mo Zhiyu originally ran with this voice, but with the second sound of this voice, he suddenly found that the voice had changed direction again, and he could only stand still, making his nerves highly tense, and achieving a high degree of sensitivity to the changes around him. Sure enough, these red mist induced him to open his direction, although he was running, but it was very likely to spin in place!

(End of chapter)