Leng Yu is talented, studied in Nanyang for three years, joined the Nanyang Witch Sect, obtained the true inheritance of the leader of the Nanyang Witch Sect, and learned the authentic Nanyang witchcraft.

Leng Yu's practice of witchcraft in just three years was more proficient than that of others in thirty years, so he was also greatly praised by the witch sect leader, and decided to appoint him as the next Nanyang sect leader.

The purpose of Leng Yu's return to China this time is very simple, that is, to annex the Black and White Witchcraft and spread his Nanyang witchcraft.

However, Leng Yu didn't expect that he failed in the first battle, killed his brother, and almost gave away his life.

Leng Yu's experience is extremely legendary, he is not too much of a genius, and even made friends with many celebrities and upper-class people not long after returning to China, and soon climbed to the position of the principal of Dongshan Vocational College.

If he hadn't met Liu Lang, I'm afraid Leng Yu's plan would have progressed very smoothly.

Leng Yu used the Thousand Miles Escape Technique in Nanyang Witchcraft to escape with his life, but before he knew it, he had gone around to the dense forest of Maoshan Mountain.

Since Maoshan was troubled by Liu Lang last time, the entire Maoshan Taoist priest has also been in retreat for a long time, and he has only recently slowly recovered his vitality.

In the deep mountains and old forests behind Maoshan Mountain, there is no one, except for the two screams of wild beasts from time to time, it is the sound of the whirring wind.

The back mountain of the entire Maoshan stretches for hundreds of miles, and the dark caves and crypts are countless, and even the disciples of Maoshan rarely set foot on them, let alone some tourists.

Leng Yuqi's qi was weak and weak, and he was extremely seriously injured, and he saw that there was only qi out and no qi in.

"Leng Ji, my brother is sorry for you, but he let you die in a different place. However, my brother can't die, and if he dies, he won't succeed. I can't even avenge you. You—You'll forgive your brother, won't you? ”

Looking at the corpse puppet baby who was following him, Leng Yu said with great pity.

Leng Yu was already sitting cross-legged on the dead branches and leaves, and there were words in his mouth.

The corpse puppet baby was covered in blood, and his whole body looked like a bloody person, and he saw Leng Yu chanting a mantra in a deep voice. I sat down obediently.

"Woo ......"

The corpse puppet baby screamed twice, two tears of blood rolled out of his eyes, put his two hands on his head, and broke it hard.

Gaba.

The corpse puppet baby directly broke off his head.

The corpse puppet's body tilted, fell on top of the dead leaves, and then slowly turned into a pool of blood, seeping into the dead leaves. It emits a strong fishy smell.

The smell spread quickly, and soon attracted wild animals such as jackals, tigers and leopards in the mountains and forests.

Those beasts surrounded Leng Yu with fierce eyes, whining and roaring, but none of them dared to come forward.

Leng Yu's face was pale and unmoved. With a hook of his hand, the corpse puppet's head rolled forward twice, rolling directly in front of Leng Yu.

Leng Yu closed his eyes and whispered, but two lines of hot tears rolled out unconsciously.

"Leng Ji. You're dead, but your brother can't die. I had to survive. When I take revenge, I will sacrifice his soul to your soul in heaven. ”

The corpse puppet baby's originally closed eyes swished open, revealing a hint of horror.

But, the next moment. Leng Yu suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed it on the corpse puppet baby's head, and quickly recited a spell in his mouth.

A stream of green smoke slowly floated out from the corpse puppet baby's heavenly spirit, and then seeped into Leng Yu's palm one by one.

If someone who knows witchcraft sees it at this time, he will definitely be shocked.

Because what Leng Yu used was a long-lost head-lowering technique, the soul lowering technique.

The head-lowering technique in Nanyang witchcraft is comparable to the chaos in black witchcraft, and it is almost the sharpest of witchcraft.

At the time of the void hole, Leng Ji was beheaded by the innocent whip, and his body was in a different place, but his soul did not disperse, and all of it accumulated in his head.

After Leng Ji's head was eaten by the corpse puppet baby, Leng Yu originally wanted to re-refine it and let Leng Ji continue to exist in the state of the corpse puppet baby.

However, he himself was too badly injured and had to absorb the energy of the corpse puppet to keep himself alive.

Because of this, it is inevitable that the soul of Leng Ji will fly away and dissipate forever in the world.

I saw that the head of the corpse puppet baby shrunk and shriveled, like a balloon, and slowly turned into a skin.

Leng Yu had tears in his eyes, and his heart ached.

"Leng Ji, in the future, my brother's life will be your life, and my brother will live for you."

"Roar!"

After a few hours, Leng Yu suddenly opened his eyes and threw the head of the corpse puppet baby with only skin in his hand out.

The beasts screamed as if they had seen something terrible, and fled in all directions.

Leng Yu looked around, slowly stood up, his chest rose and fell violently twice, and he spit out a mouthful of black blood, and the poisonous color in his eyes became more and more intense.

"Hmph, when I come back again, I will definitely let you pay for your blood debts!"

"Ahem!"

Leng Yu coughed violently twice, held on to a big tree next to him, and finally stabilized his figure, stood firm, and looked around.

The foliage is dense and light is impervious.

Leng Yu could only tell that the sky was slowly darkening, and it should be five or six o'clock in the afternoon.

"Where is this?"

Leng Yu staggered forward two steps, each step as if he had exhausted his life's energy, pulling the nerves that had just recovered.

Although Leng Yu was lucky to survive, after all, he was too seriously injured, and I am afraid that he would have to recuperate for a period of time.

Looking at the desolate surroundings, Leng Yu walked for a while, and the expression of the rest of his life after the catastrophe kept appearing on his face.

"Haha, such a place, so secret, it seems that the sky will not kill me, it will not kill me."

Leng Yu laughed, determined to continue practicing Nanyang witchcraft here.

However, just as Leng Yu wanted to find a hidden place to concentrate on his recovery, he suddenly found a figure standing on a big tree not far away.

The figure was dressed in white, with white hair and beard, but his waist was straight, and he had the appearance of a fairy wind and bones.

When Leng Yu saw that person, his heart moved slightly, and he quickly knelt on the ground and shouted at the kowtow: "This senior, I was killed by a traitor, and I just fled here, and I hope that my predecessor will take me in." ”

When Leng Yu saw that person, his first feeling was that the other party was absolutely an ordinary person, and it was very likely that he was also a cultivator.

The figure floated down slightly, and in the blink of an eye, it was in front of Leng Yu.

Although the man's hair and beard were all white, his skin was still good, and he shook a folding fan in his hand and asked slowly, "What's your name?" ”

"I, my name is Leng Yu, I was killed, I escaped here, and I hope that my seniors will rescue me."

"Rescue? Hehe, how do you know I'm going to rescue you? ”

Leng Yu raised his head, a trace of imperceptible cunning flashed in his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, there was a pious face.

"Senior, I can feel that you are a person who practices witchcraft, and you are the one of my generation, and you will definitely not let me die here."

When the man in white heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but look Leng Yu up and down carefully, his eyes full of doubts: "Are you a member of the Nanyang Witch Sect?" ”

Leng Yu was stunned for a moment, rolled his eyes, and immediately bowed: "Exactly, senior, may I ask who you are?" ”

The man in white ignored Leng Yu, but asked in a trembling voice, "Then your sect leader is Yu Bu?" ”

Leng Yu was stunned for a moment, saw a trace of expectation flashing in the eyes of the man in white, and immediately responded: "It's the Venerable Master, may I ask the senior?" ”

"Haha, haha, senior nephew, Yu Bu is my senior brother, and I am the Zuo Yan of the Black Witch Sect." (To be continued~^~)