The color on Tang Murou's face quickly faded, and she was so frightened that she was only breathing heavily, but she was still crying miserably: "Brother...Brother, I don't want to die!"

There was a cold and gloomy aura surrounding Yin Buqi. He was handsome but pale, and his smile was sinister.

The hand on the hilt of the sword suddenly flipped over neatly, and his sword flew towards Tang Murou, who was some distance away from him, and cut off a fox tail.

Blood flowed all over the ground, instantly dyeing the snow-white tail blood red.

Tang Murou felt the most severe pain she had ever experienced in her life.

She looked down, her eyes as sharp as bells, full of disbelief.

Her tail...her tail is gone!!!

Yin Buqi really wants to kill her!

She spat out a mouthful of blood, but she did not die immediately. Her eyes were wide open, her body was twitching, and she was struggling hard.

She knew it was useless to beg for mercy, so she stopped pretending. She lay on the ground and looked fiercely at Jiang Niannian, who had long made her want to kill her. She gritted her teeth and said, "You bastard, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have fallen to this point! It's all your fault! You took away everything from me, you shouldn't exist!"

As she spoke, vicious hatred seeped from her eyes.

She stared at him with eyes that seemed to be filled with poison: "My prophetic dream is the will of heaven. Heaven ordered me to kill you. You should have died long ago. Why did you force me to this point?!"

As she spoke she almost yelled.

"I am so filthy, how can you be so clean!"

Even if Jiang Niannian died now, it would not be enough to eliminate the hatred in her heart.

However, every time she spoke, a part of her tail was cut off, causing her so much pain that she wished she died immediately!

The last tail was cut off, and Yin Buqi looked at her coldly: "You are about to die, and you still dare to be stubborn."

Tang Murou was so frightened that she took two steps back. She was covered in blood, but she was still laughing arrogantly: "Hahaha, sooner or later you will kill her. She deserves to die. This is all the will of heaven. Even though you..."

"You're looking for death."

As soon as he finished speaking, the red black iron sword was filled with spiritual power, and was ready to pierce Tang Murou's heart directly with the next sword.

Boom——

At this moment, black flames suddenly shot up into the sky from the barrier!

Jiang Niannian's eyes trembled, and the next second, she was held in Yin Buqi's arms.

Meiqiu and Jiang Ziyu retreated quickly and bumped into the wall.

When the flames disappeared, Yin Buqi hurriedly held Jiang Niannian's face and asked, "Niannian, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine." Jiang Niannian said as she headed to where Tang Murou had just been, where the smell of blood was the strongest. The ground was full of wet blood that spurted out after the tails were cut off, and the nine tails were still on the ground.

However, Tang Murou's figure disappeared.

Jiang Ziyou exclaimed: "She ran away!"

“Ooooooo!!!”

Jiang Niannian couldn't help but exclaimed: "This is your barrier, how can an outsider take her away?!"

Yin Buqi's cultivation level is Mahayana, and there are almost no people who are higher than him in cultivation level, not to mention that he can pass through his barrier and take people away right under his nose.

How powerful must the person who took her away be!

Could it be that this is really the way of heaven that Tang Murou mentioned?

Heaven wanted to protect Tang Murou, but wanted her to die? But why didn't Heaven kill her directly?

Yin Buqi looked at the bloodstain, his face becoming more and more gloomy, a thin layer of frost silently covered his brows and eyes, and a murderous murderous aura surged out from the abyss.

Jiang Niannian felt a little flustered and subconsciously squeezed Yin Buqi's hand.

Yin Buqi finally came to his senses, held her in his arms, and said, "Nian Nian, don't think too much. I will protect you. No one can take you away from me, no one."

He hugged her tightly, his chest heaving violently.

He murmured to himself, not knowing whether he was talking to Jiang Niannian or to himself.

She was his, and no one could take her away from him.

"I know I won't give up." Jiang Niannian breathed a sigh of relief, a gentle smile appeared on her lips, and she gently touched his hand, "I won't think too much, I believe you will protect me, I believe you."

Only then did Yin Buqi let her go and removed the barrier.

"The last item of this auction is a forbidden technique." The owner of Linlang Pavilion spoke slowly, attracting the attention of several people.

Before each auction, there would be some news about the top items, and many people would come to try their luck.

A slender man wearing a mask walked up to the display stand.

He was wearing a gorgeous brocade robe, with gold and silver threads edging it, which was floating and shimmering.

Empty hands.

Someone muttered, "What? You don't even have a scroll, and you're still auctioning spells. How can you teach them? Just tell them with words?"

"Oh, forget it. I've never seen anyone auctioning forbidden techniques before. Maybe this is just a gimmick of Linlang Pavilion?"

"Tsk tsk, it looks like Linlang Pavilion's reputation is going to be ruined this time!"

Yin Buqi held his forehead with his cold jade-like fingers and looked down coldly.

Jiang Niannian's expression changed greatly. She stared at the man who walked onto the stage calmly, step by step. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she murmured, "How... How is it possible... Zhao Anming..."

Even though he was wearing a mask, Jiang Niannian still recognized him from the half of his face that was exposed.

Most people came here to learn the Thread Pulling Technique. Some impatient people couldn't wait any longer and started shouting, "Can you move faster? Hurry up and bring up the Thread Pulling Technique scroll."

"Don't be impatient." The man said, "Let me show you the power of the thread pulling technique first."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man opened his five fingers, and in an instant, Hua Guang Monkey King, dressed in white, descended from the sky, and the clear sword in his hand pierced straight into a private room on the third floor.

The curtain was torn, and the people in the private room hurriedly dodged, but the sword cut their cloak apart, revealing their true faces.

Jiang Niannian and the others were shocked again: "Shen Yu?!"

Jiang Ziyou was concerned about another person. The man in white who was fighting with Shen Yu was Qinghe Zhenjun, his deceased master.

Smell the gift!

This thought made him tremble all over, and the pain in his heart seemed to be even worse than before. He gasped, slowly raised his head, and even his breathing slowed down involuntarily.

"The fight is about to begin?!"

"Something's wrong, let's go!"

Seeing this scene, many people wanted to leave, but they found that with every step they took, a barrier rose in front of them, trapping them and making it impossible to move forward!

Yin Buqi knew something was wrong and used his spiritual power to attack the barrier, but to no avail.

There is only one possibility for a barrier of this level.

"No one survived..."

He murmured.

Thinking of this, he casually split open a wall of the private room, and sure enough, there was a corpse hidden inside.

The barrier was formed the moment Zhao Anming came to power. No wonder he didn't notice it.

Yin Buqi said, "No one survives. It is a barrier technique that relies on the dead as support. Judging from the strength of the barrier, the walls of this huge Linlang Pavilion are full of corpses."

Jiang Niannian asked: "Is there a way to crack it? Zhao Anming...does he want to kill us?"

"Unless the caster releases the spell himself or dies." Yin Buqi watched Shen Yu fall from the railing on the third floor after being defeated by Wen Shili's sword. He said slowly, "However, it seems that his purpose in setting up this barrier is not to kill us, but to prevent us from interfering."