Although Song Langyun's mouth was full of ridicule and foul language, as if he didn't put Zhao Yun in his eyes at all, to be honest, he couldn't help but admire Zhao Yun. Who was Yin Twenty-Three? This gold medal killer of the Hidden Slaughter Road had died tragically at the hands of a rookie who had only been in the Inner Hall for a few months. Who would believe it?
"In the end, it's all thanks to my divine foresight. I've arranged everything properly. Look at this useless son of a b * tch right now. I just need to casually step on him and his brains will all shoot out."
Looking at Zhao Yun who was lying on the ground struggling to get up, Song Langyun couldn't help but feel proud. After waiting for so long, he finally crippled this trash. It was too damn comfortable. "Should I go look for Huangshan Yanji or the Green Shade Heroine? Heh, I'd better go look for Coral Girl. That slut is the real deal. I must play with her all night."
Song Langyun had long wanted to send Zhao Yun to hell. However, the Lingyun Temple's commandments were strict. It strictly prohibited killing within the sect. Those who violated the rules would be severely punished. The old monsters in the Commandment Courtyard weren't so easy to deal with. They didn't even give face to Taoist Ziwei. Song Langyun was only the young master of the Tianyuan Sect. Naturally, he didn't dare to blatantly violate the rules. He turned his mind to the Hidden Slaughter Road.
He had always done things safely and considered all the factors clearly. Although he looked down on Zhao Yun, he didn't dare to underestimate her. Zhao Yun was able to break the divine artifact Nine Dragons Heavenly Fire Cauldron. Naturally, she had some ability. Moreover, she was the disciple of Ling Ye Lai, who was the most protective of her disciples. Presumably, she had a lot of rare treasures of the Qinglian Sect in her hands. He steeled his heart and sent a big gift. He directly asked Yin Twenty-Three to kill Zhao Yun.
When Ling Ye Lai left the temple, Song Langyun had a chance to ask Yin Twenty-Three to kill her. Yin Twenty-Three circled around but didn't find any trace of Zhao Yun. He returned empty-handed. Song Langyun determined that Zhao Yun must be practicing somewhere, so he sent people to monitor the Gentleman's Residence at all times, waiting for an opportunity to kill her. Finally, Zhao Yun left the Gentleman's Residence and went to the Huo Huan Hall. She just happened to pass through the Tianyuan Sect's territory.
Song Langyun, as the Taoist, had a lot of people, they couldn't be distracted to go out. .. He didn't expect Yin Twenty-Three didn't live up to his name.... and instead, he lost his life in the Lingyun Temple... but he didn't expect, Yin Twenty-Three in the Lingyun Temple.... . is''s' '''s's... '' '' ''s a........''s't '' ''s.....''t't't '..
Zhao Yun had lost all his vital energy. He crawled on the ground and clenched his teeth. He used all his willpower, but it was to no avail. He couldn't gather his strength to get up for a long time. He was really resigned to his fate.
He tried his best to raise his eyes and saw the ferocious expression on Song Langyun's handsome face. He knew his time was up and he couldn't escape death. His emotions were in chaos. He was unwilling, humiliated, sad, remorseful, and angry. He had mixed feelings. Finally, he had some strength left. He cursed, "Bastard, I hate that I can't eat your flesh!"
He thought about how he was inexplicably framed by Song Langyun and how he tried his best to kill him. He hadn't gotten his revenge yet. His lofty ambitions and tender feelings were all going to vanish in an instant. How could he not be scared out of his wits?
He couldn't die in peace. He really couldn't die in peace!
Song Langyun waved his folding fan and teleported in front of Zhao Yun. He lifted his left foot. Zhao Yun's eyes were wide open in anger as he waited for his death. He was unwilling. Even if he died, he wanted to see if his blood could dye this cypress forest red.
That cruel foot didn't come down for a long time. It was like a playful cat that wouldn't be ruthless until it broke the little mouse. Song Langyun was used to playing with people's hearts. He knew that many people weren't afraid of death, but they were afraid of waiting for death. He wouldn't let this nail that had been stuck in his heart for months be broken so easily.
"Whatever you owe me, you'll pay it back tenfold! Do you know, little bastard? I'll definitely make that whore of a master of yours feel like she's in heaven. I'm guessing that if she finds out that you're dead, she might even shed a tear. Oh, that's not right. That whore is so good at pretending to be pure. She'll definitely act like an iceberg and be indifferent to the death of a bastard like you. "
In any case, with Yin Twenty-Three's corpse around, Song Langyun didn't mind personally sending Zhao Yun on his way. After that, he could push everything onto Yin Twenty-Three. He could even take the opportunity to "comfort" that little whore, Ling Ye Lai. It was really killing two birds with one stone.
Zhao Yun's face was filled with pain. He no longer had the strength to curse and could only wait for death. It was unknown what kind of martial arts Song Langyun used, but with just a swing of his fan, Zhao Yun was unable to get up. His tendons and bones were all broken, and the wounds on his back and legs that had been bitten by the God Slaying Ants were even more unbridled, reminding Zhao Yun of the final cruelty of the human world.
Counting the time, it had dragged on for a long time. A long night was fraught with dreams. Even a mouse would get tired of playing. After all, women were still more fun. Song Langyun laughed and exerted strength in his leg. His left foot suddenly sank down, wanting to crush Zhao Yun's jade face.
With a thump, Song Langyun's left leg shook violently and instantly went numb. It was as if he had kicked an iron plate. When he looked down, he saw a Yin-Yang Taiji diagram appear out of thin air above Zhao Yun's head. It was faintly glowing white. He had really seen a ghost! Song Langyun thought that the dust had settled, but who knew that there would be another ripple? In his exasperation, he activated the Heavenly Sect's mental cultivation technique. True Qi flickered and filled his body. He ruthlessly stomped on Zhao Yun's face again.
The Taiji diagram didn't move at all. It only glowed faintly, looking down on Song Langyun.
Bam! Song Langyun's huge rebounding force made him lose his footing. He staggered and took three steps back. His face was dark and gloomy as he looked at his leg in disbelief.
How strange! His left leg, which had been infused with the Heavenly Sect's mental cultivation technique, could split the earth and split open mountains. Yet, it couldn't break that Taiji diagram? Where did this bastard get this Taiji diagram from?
Song Langyun was full of doubts. On the other side, Zhao Yun was overjoyed. When Song Langyun's foot was about to crush his face, his eyes suddenly twitched at the same time. In the blink of an eye, two auras, one black and one white, squeezed out of his eye sockets. With just a turn, they connected head to tail like two mischievous little fish chasing each other. Immediately, they formed the Innate Yin-Yang Taiji diagram and transformed into a silver-white light screen. It easily eliminated the disaster for Zhao Yun.
"Little Black! Little White! " Zhao Yun exclaimed in surprise. He wasn't unfamiliar with these two auras. They were the Yin and Yang auras produced by the mutation of "Lord Zhido". Zhao Yun would occasionally see them in his dreams. These two auras, one black and one white, often swam back and forth around him like little fish. It allowed him to run and play without any scruples and relive his carefree childhood. He didn't expect these two little things to appear at such a critical moment and save his life.
Zhao Yun didn't know that the "Lord Zhido" in the form of the Eight Trigrams was a natural treasure. When Master Lingsu was predicting Zhao Yun's fate, the "Lord Zhido" triggered the wild and domineering demonic power of Zhao Yun's previous life. It fell into a unique primitive state and was guided by the Great Dao to transform into the Yin and Yang auras. Since then, it had been residing in Zhao Yun's body. That night, Zhao Yun's Vital Qi was exhausted. There wasn't a single strand of divine sense flowing in his meridians. It was empty, which coincided with the concept of "creating something out of nothing" in the world of Yin and Yang.
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