find chess

The two stopped, and Ling Jiuyao stood behind the crowd and glanced at the front, but he didn't have the slightest intention to move forward.

"A Yao, why don't you go and have a look?"

Ling Jiuyao leaned on the long sword, with a relaxed look, he raised his eyelids when he heard the words, and said, "Let them go first, and I will wait and see from behind."

He said that waiting and watching is really waiting and watching, and he stood behind them leisurely, and chatted with Qi Yu casually about a topic.

He didn't care, but Xiaobai couldn't help it anymore: "Ling Jiuyao, this matter is no small matter, can you help me a little bit?"

Ling Jiuyao stood up straight and retracted his sword.

"Okay, let's go and have a look."

Seeing his lack of interest, Xiaobai couldn't help muttering: "Obviously he is the one who is most involved in this matter, why do you act like a normal person?"

"He doesn't want to be disgusted by that half-faced ghost." Qi Yu rarely explained to him.

Ling Jiuyao turned around and smiled, "Smart."

Qi Yu asked: "Then why did you change your mind again, A Yao?"

"Hiding is not the way, it will make me look afraid of them, so I might as well stop it once and for all," he pressed his brows, "just kill him."

After saying this, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

However, when he walked to the front and stood still, and saw clearly the dense group of people below, a sense of familiarity emerged spontaneously.

He pressed his heart, felt the powerful beating in his chest, and started to get excited strangely, as if he was going to lead a group of demons and ghosts to enjoy a bloody massacre.

Once he figured this out, the blood in Ling Jiuyao's whole body boiled, and a voice in his heart began to shout, urging him to kill all the monks behind him, and then become a demon who descended into the world.

Ling Jiuyao raised his brows, and directly cast a Qingxin formula on himself, forcing himself to calm down.

Qi Yu keenly noticed Ling Jiuyao's abnormality, turned sideways and said with concern: "Ah Yao, your complexion is not very good, are you uncomfortable?"

Ling Jiuyao sighed: "I'm in a bad mood when I see a group of people I don't want to see, so my face is ugly."

"They've been at each other for so long, shouldn't they say a few words?" Ling Jiuyao looked at the leader of the half-faced ghost.

Qi Yu smiled and said, "I guess they are waiting for us to speak first."

As soon as this remark came out, Duan Aozhu said in a deep voice: "You wait for Xiao Xiao, how dare you come to provoke me?"

The half-faced ghost smiled, and said in a strange way: "We didn't think that we were too rude when we went to the door last time, so we came here to apologize."

"Apologize?" Duan Aozhu snorted coldly, "bringing a group of men and weapons to the door, shouting outside my mountain gate, is this called apologizing?"

The corner of the half-faced ghost's mouth was getting bigger and bigger, and the scar on his face was also covered with a treacherous smile. He looked at Ling Jiuyao maliciously, and the corner of his mouth curled up happily.

"My lord, if you didn't slaughter these ants with us, why are you still standing with them?"

Ling Jiuyao glanced at him, smiled and counterattacked: "Why do you say that I am with you? Do you have evidence?"

The half-faced ghost shook his iron chain once and for all, and looked at Ling Jiuyao with a half-smile: "If that's the case, then don't blame us, the master, it's the next crime."

"Kill me!" The half-faced ghost waved his hand, and all the ghosts rushed forward, arousing the killing intent that had been suppressed for a long time.

Duan Aozhu stabilized his mind and calmly let the monks behind him deal with it.

The two sides quickly fought together, and it was difficult to see the outcome for a while.

Ling Jiuyao stood still, not intending to intervene.

He kept his eyes on the half-faced ghost, carefully observing his every move.

"See what's coming?" Qi Yu asked with a smile.

"No," Ling Jiuyao sighed, "I can't find the corresponding origin of this movement method."

He looked at it for a while, then brought up Yuntian in his hand: "Forget it, take it down first and then talk about it."

Qi Yu stroked the ring and said with a smile, "Ah Yao, I will help you."

"Okay," Ling Jiuyao jumped up, "Remember to catch alive."

He fell into the middle of the crowd and killed them all the way, with the long sword in his hand heading straight for the half-faced ghost.

The half-faced ghost also had some strength, and took the lives of several monks with a wave of the iron chain in his hand.Ling Jiuyao came in front of him and easily blocked the iron chain with the meteor sky.

The half-faced ghost was slightly startled, and then quickly reacted: "Master, are you trying to take my life with your own hands?"

"I'm not familiar with you," Ling Jiuyao said first, and then pointed the blade at him, "so don't act so close to me."

The half-faced ghost laughed lowly: "Then I'll offend you."

He threw out the iron chain and wrapped it around Yutian, trying to trap Ling Jiuyao in place, but Ling Jiuyao didn't want to untie the iron chain from above, but directly moved the sword body to shatter the iron chain.

The half-faced ghost was affected by the remaining power of the spirit, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, then he smiled indifferently, and took out another iron chain.

"Yo, you still have stock?" Ling Jiuyao pretended to be surprised.

The half-faced ghost smiled and said, "Unexpected, my lord?"

"It's okay, you have one and I'll break one."

The two of them confronted each other here, while Duan Aozhu next to him froze for a moment after seeing Ling Jiuyao release his spiritual power, his eyes meaning nothing.

Ling Jiuyao naturally didn't notice him, because he shattered another half-faced ghost's iron chain.

But then he felt that playing like this was boring, so he glanced at Qi Yu who was watching the show with his arms folded.

Qi Yu understood, swung the long whip around the half-faced ghost's waist, and then yanked him hard, smashing him to the ground.

Almost at the same time, Ling Jiuyao took out a spell and photographed him from the air, completely locking his meridians.

Ling Jiuyao walked to him step by step, fearing that he would tear off the spell, so he gently put his hand on his forehead and smiled at him gently.

Then directly cut off his meridians with spiritual power.

The half-faced ghost looked at him and smiled, but his smile was distorted due to the pain, and with the scar on half of his face, it looked disgusting.

"My lord, you are still as ruthless as ever."

"I don't know you well."

Ling Jiuyao threw out a sentence coldly, didn't want to listen to him anymore, and knocked him unconscious with the meteor.

"Is there a confinement room in Guiyi School?" He turned to look at Duan Aozhu.

"Yes." Duan Aozhu replied.

Ling Jiuyao patted the chessboard: "Master Bai, help drag people there."

In front of this kind of thing, Xiaobai was not so resistant, and dragged the person away with a black face.

Ling Jiuyao was still not relieved, and a cold arrow came from nowhere. Although he moved to avoid the vital point, a bloodstain was drawn on the back of his hand.

Qi Yu's eyes froze, and he hurried to Ling Jiuyao's side: "Ah Yao..."

"It's okay," Ling Jiuyao interrupted him, "it's just a little flesh injury."

He moved his palm, and the wound healed instantly.

Qi Yu blinked: "It's because I didn't take care of everything."

Ling Jiuyao was taken aback, and he smiled and said, "Why are you still blaming yourself? Isn't this my own business?"

Qi Yu was silent.

Ling Jiuyao didn't know how to react for a while, and said helplessly: "Then...you help me get rid of the rest of the idiots."

Qi Yu turned to laugh, and said yes lightly, and then the long whip in his hand instantly turned into several slender gold threads, and plunged into their chests.

Qi Yu smiled and tugged, and instantly there were still beating hearts at the end of the golden thread.

Seeing this situation, the monks who were still fighting with them felt their stomachs churning, retched and threw up aside.

Ling Jiuyao pressed the center of his eyebrows, and sighed leisurely: "It's too bloody."

Qi Yu raised his eyebrows: "Then I will pay attention next time?"

Ling Jiuyao smiled and said, "Okay."

He brushed off the blood on his body casually: "After playing for so long, I'm tired, go back to sleep."

Qi Yu nodded slightly: "Okay, I'll accompany you."

Ling Jiuyao frowned, and said in horror, "Can this thing accompany you?"

Qi Yu laughed when he heard the words: "A Yao, don't think too much, I just go back with you."

Ling Jiuyao coughed in embarrassment, and put the topic aside.

Since the half-faced ghost was taken into the confinement room, he naturally had to face interrogation by a group of immortals.But his mouth was also very hard, no matter how they asked, he always looked at them with a weird smile.

Liaochen clasped his hands together and said the Buddha's name: "In my opinion, we probably won't be able to ask anything."

Duan Aozhu sighed: "Forget it, let's do this for today."

The crowd set up many restrictions around him, ordered several disciples to guard here, and then turned and left.

Not long after they left, a ghostly figure came here.

Ling Jiuyao stopped the guarding disciples casually, and then walked straight towards the half-faced ghost.

The half-faced ghost looked a bit embarrassed, with a few heavy iron chains locked on his body, but his aura of not paying attention to people remained unchanged.

"Master, are you here?" The half-faced ghost smiled, "Could it be that you are here to save me?"

"I'm not your master," Ling Jiuyao sneered, "Of course I won't save you."

"Then what are you doing here, Master? Send your subordinates on the road with your own hands?"

Ling Jiuyao took off the door lock, raised his legs across the threshold, and walked slowly towards the half-faced ghost, with an irresistible sense of oppression.

He laughed lowly, squatted in front of the half-faced ghost, and put a dagger against his throat: "I just want to ask, who are you?"

"I have no grievances with you, and you have been holding on to me. I can't stand it alone." Ling Jiuyao thrust the dagger deeper, "I naturally feel uncomfortable in my heart."

The half-faced ghost laughed when he heard the words, with a frenzied face: "Ling Jiuyao, you really forgot everything."

Ling Jiuyao said indifferently: "Yeah, so this is not to ask you?"

The half-faced ghost said ferociously: "You should give up on it, I won't tell you."

Ling Jiuyao snorted, and took the dagger back: "I know that people like you are not afraid of death, so it's useless to threaten you with your life."

"But in my heart, it's hard to get angry. If I don't torture you, how can I calm down."

He slid down the dagger little by little, and stopped on the half-faced ghost's belly.

"You, an evil ghost, should have eaten a lot of people, but I don't know if you have ever eaten your own flesh?"

The half-faced ghost trembled when he heard the words: "What are you going to do?"

Ling Jiuyao sneered: "What can I do?"

"I want to cut off the meat of your body piece by piece, cook it carefully until it is soft and tasty, and then let you eat it."

"Don't worry, I will hang your life with my spiritual power, and then I will feed you a elixir. If I cut a piece of meat, a piece of flesh will grow on you, and you won't die so quickly."

Ling Jiuyao smiled very kindly when he said this, as if he was just reminiscing with an old friend.

"Do you think I'm afraid?" the half-faced ghost mocked.

Ling Jiuyao smiled and shook his head: "I haven't finished yet."

"I will also send you to a place where there is no sound or light. No one will save you, and you will not die. You can only repeat one thing over and over again."

His smile widened, and the words he spit out were chilling:

"That is to swallow your own flesh and blood again and again."

Obviously, his deterrence worked.

The half-faced ghost's face was pale, and he said hysterically: "Ling Jiuyao, you are just like Qi Yu, you are a lunatic!"

Ling Jiuyao's eyes froze: "Do you know him?"

Before he could continue asking, the half-faced ghost whimpered and collapsed to the ground.

Ling Jiuyao checked his pulse with a cold face, but it had stopped beating.

Who is killing people under his nose?

This is not the first time, every time he asks about Qi Yu's identity, people who know about it will always have trouble in front of him.

Qi Yu, Qi Yu, are you an enemy or a friend?