My wife kills me because she has me in her heart!

Yan Conngling shook his head, "I will never betray my fellow sect."

He smiled, didn't say much, and just slowly stepped into the formation, "It's ridiculous that old guy Xuanyuezi claims to be the best in the world in divination. I wonder if he has calculated that all the disciples of Yunshan are about to perish here. "

"Master said at the beginning that he was so arrogant that he would rather pass the position to him than choose anyone else. He also told me countless times to recite the Pure Heart Art and rely on them more... Now it seems that they are all useless lies."

He had been dormant in Yunshan for many years, but he never noticed it. He ate, drank and slept every day.

Yan Conling had imagined many times that if he faced his enemy one day, he would definitely want to crush him to ashes. But at this moment, I don’t know if the result was unexpected, or if it was because I gradually learned to deal with hatred.

Except for the coldness on her fingertips, she felt unexpectedly calm.

"You are a smart boy." Xuanfenghe said with appreciation, "You should have guessed it."

"Yes."

The girl drew her sword, and unlike Yue Lingheng's hesitant and soft-hearted attitude, she pointed at him decisively, "Ever since I found out that those sweeping boys in Yunshan were replaced with puppets after they came down the mountain."

Those people were all brought back by Xuanfenghe.

I am grateful to him, he is naturally an excellent material and useful eyes and ears.

But after all, I had been taken care of for so many years, and I hadn't thought about whether my benefactor was my enemy at that time, so I just had doubts and couldn't be sure.

Only then did they find the Tu family and his son. Ask them to use that trick and use the reminder of Ning Fengli's nails buried in the palace to sneak into the palace and get a glimpse of his true face.

"My uncle likes you very much, but I can't let you go. If you want to blame me, blame your uncle Yunsui."

He clasped his hands together and held out his sword.

Xuanfeng He is proficient in refining medicine and various miscellaneous arts, and rarely takes action. This was the first time Yan Conling saw his sword. The sword was thin and sharp, silvery white like sparkling autumn water. It looked gentle but hid murderous intent.

I also understood why the other party said that I was on the same page as him.

The swords of the two are indeed very similar.

Therefore, when the sharp points are facing each other, the person facing the silver light can hardly open his eyes. The girl's always gentle brows and eyes were now colder than the sword light.

"You should have just killed me in the first place."

Otherwise, as long as she doesn't die, there will be no rest.

"Uncle, I never expected it." Xuan Fenghe still maintained a doting voice, "You have been buried under the ruins and bones for so long, and you can still survive."

"And when Hua'er was there that day, she discovered you." His voice seemed to pause for a moment, "When she picked you up, she looked at you as if you were a treasure. Master, you can't do it in front of her. , let’s kill you.”

As soon as this vague memory was touched, a dull pain hit my mind. Yan Conngling was slow and was stabbed in the shoulder by the opponent's sword.

Blood filled the air, and the pain eased back to some clarity.

She raised her sword to block it and stepped back.

The night was too dark to see the stars, Xuanfenghe sighed, "What a great progress. I thought that after you broke the natural spirit body with that fox demon, your strength would be greatly reduced."

Yan Conngling raised his head suddenly, his expression finally fluctuating greatly, "There's something wrong with the medicines you prescribed for me!"

She also knows some pharmacology, but compared with Xuan Fenghe, it is far from enough.

"Nine-tailed Demon King."

The other party casually shook the blood on his sword, "I thought that after this incident, he and you would definitely turn against each other, but I didn't expect that he turned out to be an infatuated person."

The original intention was to make Yan Conling an enemy, but in the end she got a husband.

What's even more ridiculous is that the demon king behind him broke off two tails in her hands without showing any signs of holding a grudge, and he still chased after her. In most of my life, I have never seen anyone with such a sick mind.

In a blink of an eye, the girl's sword had cut open his arm, and pressed it down, revealing the dense white bones.

Xuan Fenghe looked calm, and only pressed lightly on the shaky arm before reattaching it.

Not a trace of blood was seen.

It's as easy to knead as clay.

"My body is the best puppet in the world, it is immortal."

With a hook of his slender fingertips, the wooden puppet embedded in the formation's eye broke out and fell into his palm. The young man gently curved his lips, "But there will be a more perfect one soon."

The stinging pain struck, and Yan Conngling lowered his head suddenly.

Through the turbulent night, she saw a red mark on the back of her delicate white hand, under the thin layer of skin...it was puppet silk.

The puppet silk has been hidden in her body for many years. No wonder she feels stiff and dull when her body is sometimes pulled.

Xuan Fenghe's voice was gentle, as always caring for the younger generation, "Master made arrangements for you when Hua'er rescued you. You will be Master's greatest work in his life."

The puppet thread should have been removed from his body.

Completely different from those of the guards. Yan Conngling could even clearly feel it spreading rapidly under her skin, feeling a little bit of being restrained and controlled.

His limbs gradually became stiff, and blood lines overflowed from the corners of his lips. But she still kept her head raised.

"Are you Xiao Lai's father?"

"Poor child, she's starting to talk nonsense." Xuanfeng and Ai Lian touched her face, their palms as cold as a poisonous snake, "Did Xiao Ling'er think I was someone else, Xiao Lai? Who is that? ?”

Did you guess wrong?

Yan Conling gritted her teeth and gathered her strength to say, "You once had an entanglement with a woman from the Fox tribe, and she gave birth to a child for you..."

His eyes were fixed on the other person, trying to seize the opportunity to relax.

But Xuanfenghe was stunned for a moment, and soon his expression turned sinister and terrifying. He grabbed her neck and said sternly, "Who told you this? How could I be related to a demon and give birth to an evil offspring?"

Familiar tone and attitude.

Yan Conling was in a daze for a moment. They really looked like people traveling together.

This reaction was beyond her expectation. After taking a few breaths, he could no longer move his right arm. The puppet silk that has been integrated into the flesh and blood for many years cannot be taken out at all, and one can only feel that his body is gradually being eroded.

Xuanfenghe suddenly let go of his hand.

The girl fell to the ground, still holding the sword tightly in her hand.

"I originally wanted to save you some sanity, but now it seems I'd better forget it. It would be better to be more obedient."

A cool voice came from above, and at almost the same moment, the wooden puppet that was thrown in front of her suddenly turned into a huge beast. Like a shadow, the whole body is dark, only the two eyes are glowing red.

This was the culprit behind the massacre of the Yan family.

The psychic clan was originally not good at fighting. Their priority was to communicate with the creatures of heaven and earth and purify evil spirits. For thousands of years, Yan Conngling was the only one who relied on his natural spiritual body, or rather hatred, to forcibly polish himself into a killing weapon.

"This puppet beast was bred from the resentment of the Styx. In order to control it, I integrated my own magic weapon into it. But even so, Yan's physical body was still destroyed." The young man jumped out of the formation with a smile. Law.

"But it doesn't matter. Once it devours you, there will be a new, more powerful puppet."