How to capture the system fairies as wives

Simple and unpretentious. No unnecessary movements.

Just slash down with the sword.

However, there was a sword light that seemed to be the creation of the world, which split the sweeping torrent into two halves.

The torrent surged past both sides of his body, blowing his clothes and hair into fluttering shapes.

But he couldn't even blink.

"...Hmm?" A voice of surprise came from the masked giant's mouth.

"how is this possible?"

"When did such a person appear in the underworld?"

But there was no fluctuation in Chen Yin's heart.

...In fact, this seemingly devastating blow was far less terrifying in Chen Yin's eyes.

He knew very well that this giant seemed to have extraordinary powers, but in fact he was just a fairyland.

At most, he is only one level stronger than the pseudo-immortal like Patriarch Wu Xuan.

But now, he has entered the Dao of dual avenues and stepped into Taiqing, and his strength is no longer the same as when he fought against Patriarch Wu Xuan.

"You should be thankful. You are only here for projection today."

"If you really come to the lower world."

"You will die miserably." There was a hidden sharpness in his eyes.

The man in the fang mask fell silent for the first time.

Feng Xiangling's originally arrogant and exaggerated smile froze on his face.

"Lord God?" he said with some stammering.

The fang-masked man did not respond.

"No... Lord God! You promised me! You would protect me!"

"You can't abandon me! I can't die. I still need to find more bait for the Lord God!"

He began to retreat in panic, and Chen Yin followed him step by step, like the footsteps of approaching death.

"I can't die! I absolutely can't die!"

"Sir God, save me! System! Senior System!"

"Don't worry." Chen Yin's voice sounded in his ears like the underworld.

"You're going to die today. No matter what."

"No one can save you."

“…I said that.”

In Feng Xiangling's eyes, his expression was like a horrible nightmare.

He was just about to call the system to let him escape from here, but before he could even react, a sharp sword energy had already rushed into his forehead.

He was startled.

The next moment, miserable screams and wails, as if the souls were torn apart, echoed at the top of Buqi Mountain.

"Ooohhhhhhh!!"

“No!! Don’t!”

Almost in the blink of an eye, Feng Xiangling, who was so majestic and triumphant a second ago, immediately twisted on the ground like a dead dog, emitting whimpering sounds that were not like human voices.

Just listening to it makes people feel creepy.

But no one present sympathized with him.

Yu Ling still had her head lowered, staring blankly in a daze.

Chen Yin walked up to him and looked at him calmly as he twisted like a maggot.

Then, he turned his attention to the giant shadow in the distance.

The giant's phantom was also staring at him across the endless space.

"...boy." This time, the giant did not call him an ant.

"You're good."

"I have collected bait in countless worlds, but there is only one as amazing as you."

"If you reach the upper realm, maybe the Taoist Master will spare your life and allow you to serve as a slave under him because he values ​​your talent."

"Go back and tell him." Chen Yin said calmly, "I don't have the habit of being a dog for others."

"But I'm good with dogs. You can ask him if he's interested in being my dog."

The masked giant suddenly became furious: "Arrogant!"

The momentum was like a tsunami, but Chen Yin remained calm and composed.

"The ants in the lower world are no better than frogs in a well. They have no idea how big the gap is between themselves and the Dao Master!"

“… That’s all.” The giant seemed to realize that he had no reason to get angry with an ant from the lower realm, so he said with some anger, “Wait until you survive the thirty-day calamity first.”

"If you can't even survive the thirty-day heavenly tribulation, forget about dreaming about ascending to the upper realms."

Chen Yin immediately asked back: "What exactly is the thirty-day calamity?"

"...In the world of countless living beings, yin and yang are balanced, and life and death alternate. There are always worlds that are out of balance and need to be adjusted."

The giant spoke slowly: "In the realm of imbalance, the Dao Master has sent down divine punishment to remove the extra branches and leaves, and absorb the essence of those living beings back to the upper realm."

"It is the Thirty-day Heavenly Tribulation."

"In this world, the next thirty-day catastrophe is not far away."

"Boy, I'll wait until you come to me alive and say the same thing to me."

After saying that, the giant looked at Chen Yin deeply, and his figure began to slowly dissipate.

However, Chen Yin stood still and remained silent for a long time.

274. Revenge

A month later.

Ziqingzhou, the wooden house of Yu Meng.

During this month, the entire world of immortal cultivation experienced a huge shock.

There were more than a dozen rising stars in the world of immortal cultivation, the geniuses of the Yu Alliance.

They all disappeared overnight.

No one knew what happened. The only two people who survived, Chen Yin and Yu Ling, never came out to explain anything.

Everything happened so suddenly and so strangely that it was terrifying to think about it carefully.

At first, there were only some rumors in the world of immortal cultivation. Gradually, the incident became more and more serious and spread more and more widely.

The parents of those children finally couldn't sit still anymore.

They were afraid that something had really happened to their children, so they went to the Forgotten Elder in a group and made trouble, demanding that Yu Ling come forward and give an explanation.

But there is no way to forget the exile.

Because he couldn't see Yu Ling at all.

After Yu Ling returned, she locked herself in the house.

For a whole month, I didn't step out of the cabin.

No matter who came, she refused to see them and never even spoke once.

Wangzhe visited several times, but there was no response.

Gradually, the pressure from the children's parents became greater and greater. Wang Ze could no longer bear it, so he had to bring everyone to the door and ask Yu Ling to come out and give an explanation.

But in the end, they didn't get to see Yu Ling.

On the contrary, when a few radical and impatient monks wanted to rush into the house, they were almost seriously injured by the sudden and terrifying sword force that made them scared to death.

The swordsman in white sat cross-legged at the door of the wooden house, and no matter who came, he only had one thing to say.

"...Please come back."

There were also many people who were unwilling to accept the news of losing their children, and rushed in at the risk of their lives, but in the end they were seriously injured and could not even step into the wooden house.

The sword immortal sitting upright in white robes was like an insurmountable barrier.

In the end, the disappointed parents could only take turns living at the door of the wooden house, waiting for news every day.

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"Fellow Daoist Yu Ling! Please come out! What happened to our child? Just tell me the truth!"

"Just say something! Even just one word! It can matter whether you live or die!"

"My daughter... wuwuwu, my Qing'er..."

"Yu Ling, you bastard! You beast! Give me back my child!"

At the door, the voices of parents pleading and cursing could still be heard.

During this month, Chen Yin has gotten used to hearing it.

But he had set up a ban, so the sounds could not be transmitted into the house.

He looked through the window at the people outside the house with his eyes lowered.

After a while, he brought the meat porridge and gently knocked on the door of the inner room.

“…It’s time to eat.”

No sound responded.

He seemed to be used to it. He just sighed and said slowly, "I'm going in."

After saying that, he gently pushed the door open and walked in.

The room was a little dark. Through the window, which was only slightly open, a thin slant of light shone in, shining on the dust and ashes in the room.

Next to the bed, all the pillows and quilts were folded and placed at the head of the bed.

Yu Ling squatted quietly at the end of the bed, leaning against the wall, looking out the window with a dull and confused look.

Her slender eyelashes seemed to be covered with dust, making her look particularly calm and sad.

Her originally charming face now looked indescribably pale and sickly.

She was like a puppet with its strings cut, leaning motionless against the wall, hugging her knees and staring blankly out the window.

Every time he saw her like this, Chen Yin felt heartbroken.

...Outside the house, the bodies of the young men of the Yu League were buried.

Luo Xiaoxiao. Hu Li.

Si Qing. Flower language is pity.

Including Feng Xiangling, there are seventeen in total.

Each body was accompanied by clothes and a tombstone.

Since returning a month ago, Yu Ling has locked herself in the room all day long, not eating or drinking, just staring blankly at the tombstones outside the window.

Apart from communicating with Chen Yin, he was like an exquisite corpse, lifeless.

"…It's time to eat." Chen Yin put the meat porridge on the table.

Yu Ling still didn't move. Her lifeless eyes just turned stiffly towards Chen Yin, and then turned back quickly.

Chen Yin sighed.

"Even if you starve to death today, they won't be able to survive."

Yu Ling turned her head, looked at him with red eyes, and finally lowered her head silently.

"...I can't eat." Her voice was low and sobbing, like a shivering little animal.