The villain wants to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors every day

Chapter 162 Resist
The man frowned, his face turning cold little by little.

What happened in the secret realm?Did Ye Zijin really detect a strand of Ye Yuanxuan's soul?
But, he clearly saw Ye Yuanxuan disappear before his eyes, how could he have a remnant soul in this world?
Could it be that Ye Zijin was just testing him?So did she discover something?
In fact, Chu Yanzhi was not afraid that Ye Zijin would find out, after all, Ye Zijin would find out his identity one day.

It's just that the timing is wrong now.

Ye Zijin was really tired. After tossing and tossing all day, she was not only tired physically, but also mentally.

Maybe it was because of being extremely tired, Ye Zijin fell into a deep sleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.

In the dream, she seemed to be in a dead silence.She raised her eyes and looked around, all she could see were ruins, scorched earth and corpses everywhere she went.

Ye Zijin squinted at the white corpses under her feet, and looked blankly at the familiar buildings around her, her heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley.

This is Heaven's Absolute Sect.

How could Tianjuezong become like this?

Suddenly, a man's cold and evil voice came from above his head, "Master, I wonder if you still like such a heavenly sect?"

Ye Zijin suddenly raised his head, only to see a familiar figure coming against the wind, and in just a moment, he had already come in front of him.

"Yanzhi?"

The person in front of her was still the same as she was familiar with, with black hair and green clothes, tall and handsome, but the hem of his clothes had already been stained a dazzling blood red by dripping blood.

Ye Zijin felt that his throat was stuck by a sharp blade, and it was very difficult for him to say a word, "You killed them all?"

Chu Yanzhi slowly wiped the blood from his fingers and smiled casually, "It's just an ant, Master, don't worry about it."

"Ants? They are all your fellows! Your relatives!"

"Really?" Chu Yanzhi chuckled, with cold eyes, "Emotions in the world are just the most useless things in this world."

"Then what about me? Am I also an ant in your heart?" Ye Zijin summoned Tianshuang and pointed the sword at him.

Chu Yanzhi's eyes fluttered over the Tianshuang sword, and his thin lips hooked mockingly, "Master, is this trying to clean up the door?"

"You are no longer my apprentice for poking your fellow disciple!"

"Okay, since you don't recognize me as an apprentice, I don't have to show mercy to you." As he spoke, the man's figure flickered, and in the next moment, Ye Zijin's neck was tightly clasped into his palm.

Chu Yanzhi's hands were as cold and ruthless as his own, pressing against Ye Zijin's skin, sending chills down her spine.

Suddenly, the neck tightened suddenly, Ye Zijin raised her eyes in disbelief, met a pair of cold and bloodthirsty eyes by surprise, and the ruthless voice of the man above her head came.

"Master, how about I give you a ride?"

The moment the voice landed, there was a sudden "creak".

Ye Zijin trembled violently uncontrollably, she opened her eyes suddenly, and found that the blood in front of her eyes had disappeared, and what fell into her eyes was a piece of white tent.

Suddenly, Chu Yanzhi's cold voice came from beside him, "Did Master have a nightmare?"

Ye Zijin's heart stopped beating, and she turned her head mechanically, only to find that Chu Yanzhi appeared beside her bed at some time.

The familiar handsome face in front of him made Ye Zijin unable to tell whether it was reality or a dream for a moment, and the suffocating fear made Ye Zijin instinctively move to the other side of the bed.

(End of this chapter)