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Chapter 85 Qin Yunfeng's Killing Game

Ten minutes later, Xiao He found the hotel where Lin Zhiruo was staying by sensing the aura of the jade pendant.

He entered the hotel as if nothing had happened. The hotel was eerily quiet. There was not a single guest. Even if Xiao He was not a warrior, he could feel the strong murderous aura in the hotel.

But Xiao He no longer cares about so much. Even if he wants to break into the dragon's pond and tiger's den, he must not let anything happen to Lin Zhiruo. He must not.

After Xiao He's figure disappeared in the elevator, a call came out from the front desk, "Master Qin, he's coming up."

Xiao He kicked open the door and saw Lin Zhiruo lying on the bed with her shoulders half exposed, while Qin Yunfeng was looking at him with a playful smile.

"Qin Yunfeng, you deserve to die!"

Xiao He's eyes were red, his eyes were cracked, and the anger in his chest seemed to burst out uncontrollably. He regretted that he did not get rid of this disaster in Yunding Jade Palace, causing Zhiruo to be hurt again.

"Hahaha, Xiao He, you are really capable, but you should not offend me at all, so you must die today."

"Moreover, I want you to watch your woman serve me like a slave."

Qin Yunfeng's voice was extremely cold, and his heart was filled with the pleasure of revenge on Xiao He. He won 800 million yuan from him at the Genting Jade Palace, and made himself a laughing stock at the engagement banquet. Everything made him hate Xiao He to the bone, and today

He would get it back tenfold and a hundredfold from Xiao He.

"Hahaha."

Qin Yunfeng laughed maniacally and was arrogant.

Xiao He was about to step forward and slap Qin Yunfeng to death, but he suddenly found that his body could not move, and even the true energy in his body could not be mobilized.

what happened?

Cold sweat broke out on Xiao He's forehead.

"Haha, kid, do you feel like you can't use your energy or magic?"

At this time, in another room, Huang Chan Lao Dao walked out with a sinister smile.

Only then did Xiao He realize that he had been hit by a magic circle. What kind of magic circle was this? Why didn't he notice anything strange at all?

"Boy, don't you feel weird? Master Dao, I will let you be a sensible person today."

After saying that, Old Taoist Huang Chan stretched out his hand and saw twenty-eight clay pots suddenly appeared on the ceiling above Xiao He's head.

Each pottery pot was engraved with a ferocious ghost pattern, and in the middle of the formation formed by the pottery pots was an ancient sword, which was exactly the one Huang Chan used to assassinate Xiao He.

Xiao He was suddenly startled, this was the Soul Locking Formation.

"Boy, it seems you recognize this formation!"

"You know, it took me seven years of my life to set up this formation in order to kill you!" Huang Chan stared at Xiao He jokingly, his eyes extremely cold.

In those twenty-eight clay pots, Huang Chan took the sinister energy of people born in the twenty-eight yin years and yin months, and then used "true Yang saliva" (that is, the blood saliva vomited by the person who cast the spell)."

He sealed it, set up a formation, and finally used a sword to suppress the formation, completely covering up his sinister aura, and thus he was able to hide it from Xiao He.

"So after you die, I will transform your body into a corpse slave, and then make your soul into a soul lamp so that you will never be reincarnated, in order to relieve the hatred in my heart."

At this time, Qin Yunfeng grabbed Lin Zhiruo's hair and pulled her up from the bed.

"Master, don't rush to kill him first. I want him to see enough of the show before he dies."

After saying that, Qin Yunfeng looked at Lin Zhiruo with a lewd smile and gave the order, "Kneel down and take off your clothes one by one."

"Zhiruo, don't do it!" Xiao He shouted, and now he naturally saw that something was wrong with Lin Zhiruo.

Lin Zhiruo turned her head slightly to look at Xiao He, her eyes regained a trace of clarity, and she seemed to remember the person in front of her.

Just thinking of Xiao He gave Lin Zhiruo a splitting headache. She covered her head with her hands and gasped for air, her expression very painful.

"Bitch!" Qin Yunfeng slapped Lin Zhiruo directly on the face.

He couldn't bear that Lin Zhiruo, who had been possessed by the charm, still reacted to Xiao He's words. This seemed to him a great humiliation to him.

Xiao He was furious and furious at this time.

"Qin Yunfeng, you know..."

"Death, how is it written?"

The violent killing intent in Xiao He made Qin Yunfeng shiver.

"Xiao He, I'm going to have sex with your woman right now in front of you, to see what you can do to me? Hahaha!"

After saying that, Qin Yunfeng pushed Lin Zhiruo onto the bed again and prepared to take off his clothes.

"I, Xiao He, have never thought so much about dying alone!"

Xiao He spoke word by word, his voice as shrill as a night owl, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell.

"Green Wolf!"

Xiao He shouted loudly, and saw the demon fangs in his trouser pockets leaping out, and the soul of the green wolf instantly penetrated into the center of Xiao He's eyebrows. He saw the veins all over Xiao He's body swelled, and his exposed skin instantly became

Green and black as iron, his eyes were shrouded in green light and glowed with a strange light.

Although Xiao He's body was imprisoned by the Soul Locking Array and his energy was suppressed, Qing Lang did not. Xiao He now let Qing Lang get on top of him regardless of the consequences and used Qing Lang's soul to control his body.

"What, what's going on? Isn't he unable to move?" Qin Yunfeng's expression changed drastically, and his face was full of horror and disbelief.

Old Taoist Huang Chan was also frightened by Xiao He's sudden change. If he was hit by his soul-locking formation, it would be impossible to break it unless an immortal master came. How did he do it?

"The evil spirit, he is taking advantage of the evil spirit." Huang Chan reacted suddenly.

"Don't worry, Mr. Qin, he won't be able to hold on for long, the demonic energy will soon consume all his yang energy."

After saying that, Huang Chan took out a stack of talisman papers and threw them out as if for free. The talisman papers that were thrown at Xiao He ignited when the wind caught the wind and turned into balls of fire in an instant.

"Break it for me!" Xiao He shouted, desperately reaching out and grabbing the fireballs, crushing them one by one in the air.

Huang Chan's pupils shrank suddenly, strong, too strong, how could he be so strong?

Huang Chan naturally didn't know that Qinglang had three hundred years of Taoism. He had been cultivating by sucking the demonic energy from the demonic fangs. Not long ago, he swallowed a lot of evil energy. At this time, his cultivation level was no longer inferior to him. Moreover, now

And with Xiao He's body, which has a profound level of cultivation, it is not much weaker than Xiao He himself.

"Here comes the sword!" Huang Chan pointed at the hanging ancient sword, and the ancient sword fell into his hand.

Xiao He frowned slightly. He knew very well that this ancient sword was so powerful that even Qinglang's cultivation level might not be able to suppress it.

With his heart pounding, Xiao He slipped five Five Emperors coins into his palm and slapped Huang Chan with his palm.

Huang Chan's eyes shone brightly. How could Xiao He, who couldn't use Taoist magic, block his sword?

"court death!"

Huang Chan stabbed out his sword confidently. In his opinion, even if this sword could not kill Xiao He, it would still destroy one of his hands.

Sure enough, things developed as Huang Chan expected, and the ancient sword pierced Xiao He's palm like a hot knife cutting through butter.

"Hahaha!" Huang Chan couldn't help laughing.

"Boy, you have been possessed by this monster and your IQ has dropped!"

Seeing Huang Chan pierce Xiao He's palm, Qin Yunfeng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

There was a cruel look in his eyes, Xiao He, I admit that you are very powerful, but you have forgotten that there are many people in this world who can cure you.

Just when Huang Chan Lao Tao thought that Xiao He was being suppressed by him, Xiao He suddenly flicked his finger, and five Five Emperors' coins formed a line and flew into Huang Chan Lao Dao's mouth like a swallow returning to its nest.

The old Taoist's expression suddenly changed, his eyes almost bulged and exploded. He threw away the ancient sword in his hand desperately, and violently covered his throat with both hands. At this moment, he felt that his flesh and blood and five internal organs were collapsing, and his soul seemed to be entering his body.

This thing corrodes.

Qin Yunfeng's smile froze instantly, because he saw the most horrifying scene in his life. Thick black air emerged from Huang Chan's seven orifices, his face gradually rotted, and his body shrank and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

For fly ash.

"Spare, spare my life!" Huang Chan uttered unclear syllables, and stretched out his skeletal hand towards Xiao He.

He regretted it to the extreme at this moment. If he could do it again, he would never dare to do anything to provoke Xiao He.

Qin Yunfeng felt a chill running from his tailbone to the back of his head. His eyes widened and his mouth opened wide, and his scalp felt numb.


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