Xie Ziyou stopped in his tracks and almost fell on Wu Cong. The scene made him feel as if he had eaten a fly. He held onto the door frame with one hand and his beautiful peach blossom eyes instantly turned downwards. He took half a step back weakly.
He said rudely, "What are you doing here?"
"Wu Cong" did not answer. His eyes stared straight at Xie Ziyou. His strange gaze wandered around the young man's body unscrupulously. It lingered for a long time on the ice blue essence of the Xuan Li that was faintly flowing around him. His eyes gradually darkened.
The young man licked the corners of his mouth covetously and revealed a foolish smile.
He said, "Don't be afraid. I'm just here to take back what belongs to me."
— — Like a farmer holding a butcher's knife, looking down at a pig full of fat that had been raised in a pen for a year. He revealed a gratified and sinister smile.
That smile made Xie Ziyou's scalp tingle and goosebumps appear on his arms.
Only then did he realize that the young man's back was slightly hunched and his eyes were slightly turbid. His entire body exuded an indescribable sense of incongruity. His tone of speaking was extremely stiff and mixed with heavy breathing. It was as if he was a mute who had not spoken for many years and could not control his tongue.
A bad feeling lingered in Xie Ziyou's heart.
He took half a step back in panic and just as he was about to jump up and escape — —
"Wu Cong's" movements were even faster and as swift as lightning. Xie Ziyou's vision blurred and he could only catch half of a shadow. In an instant, that person was standing in front of him!
Their cheeks were almost touching. "Wu Cong's" greedy eyes appeared in front of him. Xie Ziyou suddenly felt pain in his wrist. He hurriedly lowered his head and glanced at his wrist. He saw that there were three thin and slender fingers clasped around his wrist, but the ends were as sharp as blades.
They were like hawks.
"Let go — — What are you doing!"
Xie Ziyou turned pale with fright. Her blue Xuan Li swayed in the wind and instantly turned into a long and thin whip. With the force of a thousand catties, she whipped it toward the young man's face!
Icicles suddenly appeared in the wind. There were at least a hundred of them, arranged behind Xie Ziyou in formation. The moment they appeared, they quickly made a half-turn, their transparent and sharp tips all aimed at "Wu Cong", forming a wall full of spikes.
As long as its master gave the order, it would shoot out rapidly and turn the enemy into a sieve.
The cold current suddenly arrived, and the bright sunlight shone down from above. However, the small courtyard suddenly fell into midwinter, and the temperature plummeted, almost turning a drop of water into ice.
However, the powerful Icicle Wall only lasted for a few seconds.
A sharp pain suddenly exploded in Xie Ziyou's chest. It was as if something small had viciously torn apart his heart valve and swam along his blood vessels like a leech. In the blink of an eye, it climbed up the Xuan Core in his dantian. It opened its ferocious mouth and fiercely bit down on the ice blue Xuan Core!
Like a leather bag being torn open, a huge amount of Xuan Qi leaked out in an instant. It was all wrapped up by the gray Qi and swallowed into the stomach.
With the nourishment, the gray Qi became more and more intense. It quietly spread out like a thin layer of paper, wrapping the Xuan Dan layer by layer. It pulled out a thick black vine that was as thick as a branch and rushed toward the young man's wrist.
The sparkling and translucent Xuan Core that seemed to be condensed from a thousand feet of ice gradually dimmed, and the light completely dissipated. Xie Ziyou was horrified to feel all the strength in his body rapidly flowing out, and his connection with the Xuan Qi was cut off bit by bit. A few seconds later, his dantian was completely empty!
Before the blue whip hit the face of "Wu Cong", it was powerless and fell down.
Without the support of the Xuan Li, the ice in the air fell heavily one by one, smashing into fine ice shards on the stone steps. Shrouded in the tipsy sunlight, they quickly melted into soft water stains.
"Damn it!
The person in front of me can't be Wu Cong! "
Xie Ziyou was both sad and angry. A girl who broke off her engagement was not enough to support a long fantasy novel. There must be a more evil villain behind the scenes in this story.
It was not that he didn't consider this matter, but the joy of love crushed everything for a moment. Moreover, in Xie Ziyou's impression of inertia, the villain behind the scenes would not appear at such an early point of time.
Guan Heng was only at the fifth level. How could the plot arrange such a strong villain for him that even he couldn't withstand a single blow?
No, thinking about it this way, maybe it had something to do with him ending the villain's task early. The inertia of the world disrupted the follow-up plot in order to be logical and self-consistent, greatly speeding up the pace.
Xie Ziyou clenched his teeth tightly.
Suddenly, his limp body swayed and fell to the ground like a rootless duckweed. The teenager tried to overcome the drowsiness that hit him like a tsunami. He forced himself to stay conscious and tried to struggle.
He subconsciously shouted in his mind, "System!"
But the call was like a stone in the sea.
Xie Ziyou suddenly woke up. System 011 had temporarily left, the System space was closed, and he was penniless. He couldn't exchange for even the cheapest System creation.
The sky and earth were spinning, the dizziness was overwhelming, crushing his limbs and bones.
He suddenly lost his cultivation and couldn't use the Xuan Li to support himself. It was as if he fell from an immortal body to a mortal body in an instant. His simple flesh and blood structure was now burdened with a heavy burden.
Xie Ziyou lay on the ground powerlessly, desperately trying to open his eyes, but his vision was still blurred. The lines of heaven and earth quietly spread out, turning into an ink painting soaked by water.
Before he fell into a coma, he heard a sigh of relief, and a stiff greediness, and an unclear whisper.
"So fragrant."
…
The cold-looking "girl" collapsed to the ground. Her bright white dress lost the protection of the Xuan Li and was gradually stained with dust. Melted ice crystals seeped into the long sleeves of her brocade dress, turning into an almost transparent texture, tightly wrapping around her round and thin forearms. He could almost feel the delicate and soft skin under the thin sleeves.
The Ice Spirit Flower on her forehead lost the protection of the Xuan Li and at the same time withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. The crystal-clear petals quickly withered, curling into a soft and helpless ball, drifting away with the wind.
Her long black hair scattered messily like silk, covering the ground. Under the sunlight, it was covered with a layer of pale gold, reflecting a cold glimmer like a stream.
The young man standing on the side was shrouded in a thick black fog. His face was blurred, and only a faint evil laughter came from the black fog.
A faint shadow quietly emerged behind him — it was a huge Mo Lan, with slender leaves stretched out, covering the sky and the sun. Slender branches and rhizomes stretched out from between the leaves. The rhizomes were low on the ground, wriggling like black snakes, while the branches were high, reaching into the blue sky.
Huge buds slowly condensed from the branches, thick gray. A strange pattern like a human face vaguely appeared on the calyx, like an evil child laughing.
"What pure power …"
"Not bad, not bad. My control over Devour has improved by another notch. "
The young man chuckled in a hoarse voice, and his laughter gradually rose.
At the same time, the shadow behind him became more and more solid. The rhizomes changed from lying on the ground to a high-spirited posture, like the head of a snake, hissing and spitting out its forked tongue, ready to attack.
Suddenly, chaotic footsteps came from the corner of the street.
The original owner was Xie Xixian Xi Jing. The courtyard was located in a relatively remote area, but the place with dense Qi must be the core area of the Central Academy, and many people came and went on weekdays.
Some students passing by found the place abnormal and reported it to the Dharma Hall. When the young man closed his eyes to comprehend, the well-trained law enforcers had already received the news. At this time, they were angry and rushed in groups.
Before they arrived, their voices came first, and there was a thunderous roar in the air.
"Who is sneaking around, how dare you hurt people in the Central Academy!"
The person who came was responsible for maintaining the order of the academy, so he was naturally a master of masters. The sharp Xuan Li turned into an arrow, with a sharp edge, and broke through the air!
"Wu Cong" slowly raised his head.
The young man's handsome face was already distorted, and his dark pupils were as dark as the abyss. Surrounded by black fog, he looked at the person, revealing a greedy and evil smile. The tip of his tongue stretched out and slowly licked his bright red lips.
The shadow behind him suddenly flashed!
Dozens of roots cut through the void like lightning, accurately aiming at each person in front of them, and wrapped around their necks in a thunderous manner. The sharp ends were cold, and they quickly cut open a bloody wound on the back of their necks.
Awakening of the gray threads that had been hidden for many years was suddenly stimulated.
The gray fog spread to everyone's cheeks, and the law enforcers fell from the air like dumplings, accompanied by shrill screams, and fell heavily on the ground.
The Xuan Li seemed to have substance, and it was sucked out along the black leaves, into the huge shadow behind the young man.
The shadow became more and more solid at a speed visible to the naked eye. The swaying roots seemed to have substance, and the buds at the end of the long branches quietly bloomed. A large number of butterfly-like petals fluttered in the wind. The roots were as black as ink, and gradually turned gray toward the tip.
There was pale white space on the black petals, and a few vague arcs pieced together a strange pattern of a human face, silently laughing.
It was similar to the mature butterfly orchid behind the hillside.
After the layers of petals bloomed, a fine stamen appeared in the center of the shadow. The delicate stamen trembled like a wriggling mouthpiece, and it sucked hard, and suddenly spat —
A large number of light gray particles sprayed out.
The particles were as small as dust, and the large number of particles gathered together and were lifted by the breeze, turning into a cloud of smoke that was as dark as a dark cloud. It spread rapidly toward the intersection in front of the large number of stunned students.
The shadow of the butterfly orchid only took a moment to bloom, and the students who were holding the Dharma Hall arrest had no time to react at all. They were blown in the face by the dust, and immediately covered their faces and cried out in pain, falling to the ground and unable to get up.
The gray threads appeared in the countless crowd, gently brushing their frightened and helpless cheeks, and converging into a winding stream, converging toward the young man at the end of the path.
… It turned into an even larger gray smoke, spreading into the distance.
The dark clouds covered the sky, and the Central Academy was instantly filled with wailing, but soon the wailing also dissipated, turning into a deathly silence.
The sudden loss of Xuan Li, the students who were completely unable to adapt to the body condition of ordinary people all collapsed to the ground, and it was extremely difficult to even move their fingers. Their limbs that used to be flexible in the past seemed to be filled with lead, and they could not mobilize any nerves.
However, in the dead silence, there was suddenly a weak and incredulous cry of alarm.
Wu Zhengying collapsed to the ground, and stared blankly at the end of the gray smoke, the initiator of everything, "Cong, Cong?"
The outline of the young man's figure, especially his back, had long been deeply imprinted in the young boy's mind. Even though the black smoke covered it, it could not hide it at all.
…
Halfway up the back mountain, Guan Heng stepped on the green grass and held a fat, pale golden carp. He raised his head and looked at the dark clouds not far away. His brows gradually furrowed, and his expression was serious.
The fish was also agile, and with a swing of its wet long tail, it slapped Guan Heng's cheek, and the fat but agile body used the force to jump into the air and back into the water.
With a splash, the heavy object fell into the water, splashing water all over the young boy's body.
Guan Heng used all his strength to wipe off the water droplets on his face, but he was not in the mood to think about the escaped fish.
In that direction, directly under the cloud of smoke …
It was Youyou's courtyard!
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