My female apprentices are all unpredictable

Chapter 220 Bride: Servant, please be favored by the Demon Lord!
The wind was biting, and the Blood God's aura looked particularly sluggish, as miserable as it could be.

With his roar.

The bride gritted her teeth, her face instantly turned extremely pale, and then turned into a wisp of smoke on the spot and flew out of Fang Yang's arms, but she had no intention of immediately assisting the Blood God.

Instead, he stared at Fang Yang, sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight.

There was a hint of shame and anger in his eyes.

"Bitch, you just want me to die on purpose, so I shouldn't cooperate with you in this arrangement."

The Blood God roared, almost falling into a state of madness, as angry as he wanted.

Finally, the claws waved, and there was a rumble, accompanied by waves of terrifying roars.

The fog in the entire mountain village seemed to have been torn apart.

The mist covered the earth like a curtain, and as it tore open, its original appearance was finally revealed.

This is a dilapidated mountain village with traces of decay everywhere. In the ruins of the mountain village, most of the people have died and turned into rotten corpses.

There are still some people who remain, with incense burning in front of them, and the incense seems to have been inserted into their bodies, outlining red lines.

Dozens of red lines were connected to the Blood God, and they were grabbed by the Blood God's claws, as if they were tied up animals. They just grabbed them casually, and even caught these survivors.

Old and young, young and old, men, women...

Each one of them was already emaciated, and due to the continuous sacrifices to the Blood God, their faces became paler than the last.

His eyes were empty, but there was deep fear on his face. He looked at the monster-like Blood God in front of him and trembled when he felt the terrifying murderous intention radiating from the Blood God.

"Demon Lord, right? You are cruel, today, you must let me leave, otherwise, everyone here will die. Can you afford this consequence? Are you sure you want to do this?"

The Blood God roared with a ferocious expression, constantly threatening Fang Yang.In his view, stupid humans are full of weaknesses, the biggest of which is indecision.

As long as he threatens these villagers, the other party will definitely have no choice but to accept his coercion.

really……

"Lord Blood God, please spare us, we don't want to die."

"My lord, you are very powerful at first sight. Please protect us."

"We are so weak and you are so strong. The strong should protect the weak."

"Please."

"Woooo."

"..."

These survivors cried bitterly and kept begging Fang Yang and others. Their thin bodies looked quite pitiful.

Just banging and banging his head.

When the Blood God saw this, a look of triumph appeared in his eyes. He held the chain in his hand, using these people as trump cards, and planned to escape.

"It's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. Damn mankind. I will remember today's hatred. Sooner or later, I will find you, cut you into pieces with thousands of swords, cut your body into thousands of pieces, and sacrifice your soul into mine." In the incense, I endure torture day and night!”

"So what if you are better than me? Goodbye!"

Crazy ridicules resounded and echoed endlessly. In the black night, the Blood God flew away into the distance, still holding the bloody chains in his hands, pulling his followers, still threatening Fang Yang.

This is not an incense sacrifice, but also one of his unique skills.

Once someone sacrifices their own blood to him, he can lock the chain in the other person's body and control the other person.

I thought I could kill all these people easily.

However, what he didn't expect was that the Demon Lord was so cunning and never made any sacrifices from beginning to end, even if the sacrifices were made with the blood of his subordinates.

But none of this matters anymore, as long as he escapes from here and relies on Li Jui's terrifying progress speed.

The other party must die!

Bang!
Just as the Blood God was feeling complacent, an explosion sounded behind him.

Immediately afterwards, the rich bloody smell spurted out and spread around, and there was even blood on his body.

There was a bloody rain in the mountain village.

There was a splash of blood, mixed with some pieces of meat.

It just fell to the ground, mixed with the paper money, and looked extremely weird.

He turned around with difficulty and saw the human being, known as the Demon Lord, looking at him with a sneer, his eyes full of mockery, as if he were watching a joke.

Under his horrified gaze, the Demon Lord stretched out a finger and tapped it lightly.

Bang!
Another villager screamed and exploded on the spot. His flesh and blood kept flying, and he died immediately. Some of the blood even splashed on the black robe of the Demon Lord, and was blown away by the robe.

The Demon Lord just tapped his fingers lightly.

Every time he struck, a villager died. His fingers were elegant, his eyes were calm, and the mockery in his eyes became more and more intense.

In the endless rain of blood, Fang Yang smiled contemptuously and said lightly.

"You don't seem to understand what the Devil's Cult means and who I am. It's ridiculous to threaten me with irrelevant people! What's more, these guys can't even be called human beings."

As he spoke, Fang Yang waved his palm, and the black flames, like black lotuses, fell from between his palms, falling towards the corpses on the ground and towards the remaining villagers.

The moment the flames fell, the villagers began to wail, as miserable as they wanted.

Then, the skin on their bodies slowly peeled off.

Revealed the original face.

It was dilapidated, decayed, and almost a mummy. It was obvious that it had died long ago, but was created by the blood god using strange means to create an illusion.

Strictly speaking, everyone in this village has long since died, and no one survives.

The so-called sleeping in coffins and lighting incense are just the methods of the Blood God. If those who enter the coffin really follow it, they will die without a burial place, and there is no possibility of survival at all.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
Monsters exploded one by one, and not long after, the villagers who were linked to the Blood God with red chains were all dead.

The air is filled with the smell of decay.

Then, Fang Yang grabbed the chain and pulled hard.

Whoa!
Following bursts of sounds, the Blood God was dragged directly to his side.

Frightened.

There was no time to beg for mercy.

A broad palm directly pinched his head, and then gave it a firm squeeze.

Bang!
The Blood God died on the spot, and a stream of light burst out of his body. The moment it came out, Fang Yang caught it and stuffed it into his mouth.

And Fang Yang's eyes became colder and purer.

The fog began to dissipate.

Yamamura showed his true appearance.

Everything was so desolate and rundown, with bodies everywhere.

At this time, Fang Yang turned around and looked at the strange bride floating in the air. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and a faint smile was outlined on his face, and he just stared at her.

"What about you, you also want to be my enemy and want to die?"

Facing that cold gaze, the Cunning Bride couldn't help but shudder, as if she didn't expect that the Blood God would die so easily.But soon she couldn't help but smile.

Wearing a phoenix crown and Xia pei, the hand as white as a jade lotus root shook slightly, making a ringing sound.

Immediately afterwards, in the darkness, at the end of the street, a stunningly beautiful woman walked out, all dressed in red wedding clothes, with a smile like a flower, she looked exactly like herself, and walked towards Fang Yang.

And she swayed and blended into the crowd.

Then, all the women looked at Fang Yang with smiles and spoke gently.

"I'm not as stupid as that fool, who overestimates his own abilities. The Demon Lord is indeed very strong, which makes the slave family quite afraid. The slave family does not dare to be an enemy of the Demon Lord, so they can only resign first, and then

see. "

"Cuckoo..."

Waves of clear laughter sounded like bells.

Many strange brides flew away into the distance at the same time. The posture and appearance of each one were completely similar, and it was impossible to tell which one was real and which one was fake.

"Demon Lord, I have already mastered the phantom technique, and ordinary people can't notice anything strange at all. Don't you want me to accompany you on the wedding night? These are all concubines. Just let them I’ll stay with you.”

Soon, in the dark night, the strange bride will leave completely, and is about to leave the mountain village.

However, Fang Yang's expression showed no emotion. He just looked at all this with a sneer, and then his body swayed slightly.

As the black robe fluttered, he disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he came to the side of a strange bride.

Reach out and copy.

He immediately grabbed the opponent's slender waist and with a pull, tore the opponent's clothes to pieces.

The red clothes are falling, like red snow, fluttering and dancing.

And as Fang Yang caught the strange bride, the other phantoms disappeared instantly, like a dream that never appeared.

"how is this possible?!"

The Cunning Bride's eyes widened, her face was full of disbelief, and she looked horrified. She never expected that she would be caught so easily by the other party.

You know, her Thousand Faces Phantom Technique has already reached the level of proficiency, without any flaws. How did the other party see it?
Stab it!

Stab it!

The clothes were still torn apart, revealing the perfect arc of the snow-white jade skin.

The skin is like snow, dyed with red clouds, revealing a faint luster.

As these clothes were torn, the Cunning Bride could no longer care about the shock, her face was full of anger.

The lantern he held in his hand kept swaying.

She clenched her teeth tightly, and her whole body was exuding a chill. She stared at Fang Yang and spoke almost every word.

"Devil, if you can, kill me."

"Kill? Why do you want to kill? I said that I want to keep vigil with your bride."

Fang Yang smiled calmly, and slowly and slowly, he pointed a finger, the god's finger, and the devil's finger, appearing alternately.

It just clicked on the treacherous bride.

To be honest, since he practiced the Immortal Finger, he rarely used it, let alone used it on ghosts.

He was really curious as to whether the female ghost could withstand the effects of the gods' instructions on making people intoxicated and reach the peak of bliss.

If you really can't bear it, there is also a devil finger, which can be said to be a professional counterpart.

"Well……"

The strange bride groaned, her face turned pale, and strange emotions emerged in her body.

Make her unbearable.

Just gritting her teeth, she wanted to turn into mist and dissipate, but she desperately found that the moment those two fingers pointed at her, there was no possibility of dispersing.

The other party's hot hands were like a prison, restraining her tightly.

The feeling was both painful and hopeless.

And with a touch of joy...

It simply cannot be completely resolved.

"Tell me, where is your true body? And why do you want to go against me?"

Fang Yang stared at the other party with a half-smile but not a smile. His words exploded in the heart of the bride like thunder, causing her to open her eyes wide and look at Fang Yang in disbelief. Her eyes were full of horror, and she couldn't believe it for a while. My own ears even thought I was hallucinating.

"You... how do you know?"

"I said that nothing can escape my eyes. Otherwise, how do you think I can detect your phantom technique? In the end, you are just a clone, but a more powerful clone. Carrying a little bit of the soul of the original body,"

"So, where is your true body?"

The clear and deep eyes stared at the strange bride. The strange bride looked pale and finally felt scared.

The look he looked at Fang Yang was not much different from looking at a monster.

To be honest, although she was very afraid of this demon before, she didn't care about it. After all, she was just a clone, but now, the other party actually saw it.

Maybe we can trace the source and successfully find her true identity. In the meantime, what should we do?

Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth and waved her hand, and the stunning woman in costume suddenly appeared again on the theater stage.

Holding a spear in his hand, with tears in his eyes, and flying sleeves, his whole body exuded a breathtaking breath of beauty.

He was Fang Yang's fifth disciple.

With dull eyes, like a puppet, he floated in front of the female spy, and she pinched her neck with one hand.

"Devil, you don't care about others, don't you care about your disciple? Now, she is in my hands. If you dare to act recklessly again, she will definitely die."

"is it?"

Fang Yang smiled calmly, without any fear on his face.

"You seem to have forgotten that I said that I hate threats from others the most. Moreover, since I can see that you are just a clone, can't you see that this good disciple of mine is just an insignificant spiritual thought, even if it is destroyed? It won’t cause any harm to her?”

Faint words continued to dance in the void. Fang Yang pointed his finger and instantly touched the center of the fifth disciple's eyebrows, and the fifth disciple's spiritual thoughts were immediately shattered.

At the moment when they were just broken, the female ghost reacted and violently captured these fragments, but it was already too late.

He only had time to integrate the fragments into his body.

Before he could react, the Immortal Finger and the Devil's Finger were activated again...

And somehow a rope flew out of Fang Yang's sleeve and tied her up.

"I have always been cautious. Do you still want to run away after offending me? It's better to spend the wedding night with me."

The night is blurry...

The strange bride struggled wildly, her eyes almost as ambiguous as the night.

In the end, I couldn't hold on anymore and collapsed, and I couldn't help but let out a cry.

"Slave family, please be favored by the Demon Lord!"

(End of this chapter)