"Your love and affection are so special." Ying Meng felt a hand on her shoulder.

Her expression changed instantly, and her face was serious. "I was sighing at the contrast. Look at the palace above, which looks like a beautiful painting, and below it is a Shura field where you will die if you are not careful. I am also interested in making a fight.

Bet on how long they can last?"

Xian Qing's eyes were cold and regretful. "You should smile more now, I'm afraid you'll cry later."

The corner of Yingmeng's mouth curved into something that was not a smile. "That's not true..."

"You brought us here." Xian Qing pursed her lips and smiled. "You are responsible for breaking things."

Ying Meng frowned. Are you kidding? Her weapon training skills are only half-baked. Not to mention whether the four people can break such a powerful mechanism. Even if it is broken, she can't repair it. Ying Meng can't repair it.

It means just joking.

Xian Qing's face was expressionless and indifferent. "You know how to refine the Infernal Corpse."

Yingmeng understood now, and she had to think of a way to fight back the Inferi they killed.

Yingmeng touched her nose and tugged on her collar, thinking about the possibilities of what she said was true. Now she was in no mood to think about when the people below would die? She was more concerned about hoping that the other person would not smash them too much.

, otherwise it may be difficult to fix it later.

The two stood next to the stone slab, listening to the sounds of fighting, screams, and sword fighting below, without any urge to go down and help. After a while, everything returned to calm.

Yingmeng curled the corner of his mouth, opened the slate, and made a gesture of invitation. Xianqing walked slowly down, followed closely by Yingmeng.

What they saw at the bottom of the stairs was a mess, with various limbs and broken arms scattered on the ground. The severed arms squirmed on the ground, and the severed heads let out blood-curdling wails.

Yingmeng's eyes were full of blood, and she frowned, her eyes were filled with heartache. If she really asked her to practice this, I wonder if she would have to practice it until the Year of the Monkey.

Xian Qing glanced at the bloody scene in front of him, with corpses scattered all around, and finally his eyes fell on the only person standing.

The young man held an iron rod and walked among the rivers of blood and bones, with an indifferent smile and extremely cold and sharp eyes, somewhat similar to his mortal enemy.

The other party looked at the two people who suddenly came down, and did not have any extreme reaction. He clearly knew that they were enemies, but he still disarmed the weapon in his hand. He calmly tore off the fabric at the hem of his clothes and simply treated the wound.

Yingmeng watched as the other party dealt with the wound unscrupulously and calmly. His sleeves drooped down to completely cover his slender fingers, and at the same time, he also covered the hidden weapon that he was slowly taking out to play with.

Yingmeng's eyes gradually darkened, and the fierce killing intent flashed away. Shengyuan's smile was really annoying. It couldn't kill the genuine ones, and it was not impossible for pirated ones. She slowly raised the corners of her lips, revealing a hint of evil.

Ning smiled, and at the same time, the hidden weapon he was playing with in his right hand flew out without hesitation!

The hidden weapon reflected sharp cold light in the air, and the sound of breaking through the air was loud and whistling. Its target was clearly the young man's neck. Once it hit, blood spattered three feet, adding a beautiful touch of color to the scarlet space.

The corners of the young man's lips gently raised an interesting smile, and he stood there without hiding. He raised his left hand and clamped the cold murderous hidden weapon between his two slender white fingers. His movements were full of elegance.

"I didn't expect to see No. 1 and No. 9 here. It's really interesting. No. 9's personality is too irritable for you, which is not a good thing."

Xian Qing's sharp eyes revealed a friendly smile, and Jade's quiet voice sounded slowly. "It's rare. Sheng Yuan actually sent No. 5 out. Is it for a test, or is it just a stepping stone?"

Ying Meng blinked, lowered his head, and stood behind Xian Qing, looking very well-behaved.

There is a ranking, so it turns out that he is a possible candidate for that person. So, this game is not actually against Xian Qing, right? This game of Sheng Yuanbu is actually against himself, right?

So what Ping Xianqing knew about Sheng Yuan, could he not have guessed it?

If he guessed it and brought himself into the game, what was the reason? The brainwashing in the ghost training camp was not necessarily overt, but behind the scenes, affecting the subconscious little by little. So he also wanted to make himself a demon.

"Whether it's a stepping stone or a test, it all depends on whether the person next to you is the person we're looking for." The young man's thin lips curved in a half-curve, a somewhat gentle tone.

Yingmeng raised his head, the smile in his eyes disappeared, the corners of his lips remained as curved as before, and his temperament changed from lazy to graceful. "Number nine is really a novel word. I thought there were only seven people since he took over.

Woolen cloth."

"Sure enough, it was a wise choice to let you get that blueprint, so at least you won't pretend to be ignorant." The young man smiled casually. "If you hadn't shown that you didn't know anything but eating, how could you have said that?

Maybe you are number seven. Sure enough, people can only undergo transformation after experiencing certain things, like the nirvana of a phoenix."

Yingmeng's eyes were unpredictable, with thousands of emotions hidden in them. "Let me guess, how many people want me to become a demon?"

The young man smiled in an understated manner. He looked like an orchid and a jade tree, and the scenery was as bright as the moon. "Then it depends on how many ginsengs there are, doesn't it?"

Before Ying Meng could speak, Xian Qing stopped between the two of them. "It's time for you to leave." There was a hint of warning in his tone.

The young man smiled gracefully and looked deeply at Yan Yingmeng. "You have been one of us from the moment you were born. Your bloodline has destined all this. The meaning of your existence is sacrifice."

After saying this, he turned around and left without waiting for the shadow to clear his dream.

Ying Mengpi shook his head with a smile, and his good mood was clouded. Does bloodline refer to the bloodline of ghosts? No, ghosts are just ordinary people with a little talent. So what does bloodline refer to?

Seeing the man leave, Ying Meng casually withdrew his gaze and leaned lazily on the wall next to him. "Why not kill him? Is it because there is your shadow in this game of chess?"

After saying this, I carefully looked at Xian Qing's face, but there was no change at all.

A perfect mask. That's right. How could such a person who has come this far, climbed from the bottom to the top of power, reveal his flaws so easily?

Knowing that nothing could be found through testing, Yingmeng laughed softly and raised his eyebrows lazily. "Let's go and deal with the others as soon as possible."

She did not detect the aura belonging to Lisha in these broken limbs. There was still a little girl alive, so it seemed that she could have another collection.

"The people here are all former royal servants." Xian Qing spoke with a cold voice.

Ying Meng understood the implication of these words and looked at the corpses and broken arms on the ground. He was silent for a moment. He was about to speak, but when he saw Shang Xian Qing's half-smiling eyes, Ying Meng rolled his eyes and reorganized.

Let’s talk about the language.

"These are the first generation of Inferi, so different from what I know." The subtext is that I don't know how to do it.

Xian Qing raised her long eyelashes and blinked her beautiful eyes. "You're welcome. I know you want to learn this method, so feel free to research it."

Yingmeng almost bit her tongue. Did she mean this? "If I accidentally screw up, they will lose consciousness completely and disappear from this world."

Xian Qing patted Ying Meng on the shoulder. "I believe you won't."

Yingmeng sighed. The world is not worth it!

In the end, between her failure to resist and voluntary help, she chose the latter.

She silently raised her hand to signal the other party to hand over the refining method to her. "I'm sorry, Master Xianjun, I don't know much about the refining method of the first generation Yin Zombie. If you have any scraps or the like, you can lend them to me to observe."

Do you want to observe?"

Xian Qing showed a smile. "Sorry. It has been lost. No one in the royal family would do such a low-level thing, so please do your own research. I believe that with your talent and your love for studying new things, you will be extremely happy.
Chapter completed!