After saying the last sentence, the deep male voice disappeared completely and the air fell into silence.

"Um?"

The sudden silence made the twelfth seat a little confused. He turned around and looked at Shen Qingzhu who was standing behind him.

"You finally turned it off?"

Shen Qingzhu shook his head, "It's not that I turned it off...it's that the next story will be completed by me."

He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

Bang! !

…

Second floor.

Lin Qiye stretched out his hand and knocked on the dry body of the Seventh Seat. The latter's body immediately shattered like a piece of sand, submerged in the lush green land under his feet, and disappeared without a trace.

The flowers on her body, after absorbing all her vitality, had bloomed to an exaggerated extent.

Lin Qiye slowly stood up from the ground, and all the flowers in front of him disintegrated into light spots and scattered, and the lush green land under his feet also disappeared.

"Huh?"

At the moment when [Eternal Secret Garden] dissipated, Lin Qiye clearly felt a pure mental power surging into his mind, and the consumption of performing Forbidden Ruins was replenished, and even his realm was slightly improved.

A look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Those flowers actually allocate a portion of the vitality and spiritual power they absorb to feed themselves?

Strictly speaking, this was the first time that Lin Qiye used the [Eternal Secret Garden] to kill someone. The last time he was in Xining, he did not kill any members of Team 009, so he did not realize that this forbidden ruins had this function.

Although Lin Qiye did not know this woman's position among the [Believers], based on her "Infinite" realm spiritual power, she should be considered among the best. After such a strong person was drained into a mummy by the Secret Garden, her vitality and spiritual power were integrated into the garden.

The Secret Garden then drew out some of its spiritual power and fed it back to Lin Qiye...

What is certain is that the "middleman" of Secret Garden is very black-hearted. After eating a strong man in the "Infinite" realm, the spiritual power given back to Lin Qiye is just so-so, which can only be said to be better than nothing.

This should just be considered as labor fee.

"How many are left?" An Qingyu walked to Lin Qiye and asked.

"Three." Lin Qiye swept his spiritual power across the manor and said calmly, "One is fighting with Shen Qingzhu, one is the ninth seat we met last time in Baili Building, and he is still circling in the yard, and the other is at the altar underground and has just awakened."

"They probably didn't notice it, did they?"

“No, we did it very covertly and didn’t make any sound the whole time. Plus, Fatty’s forbidden item blocked their aura, so they didn’t even notice that they had lost a person.” Lin Qiye shook his head.

This ambush can be said to have been planned for a long time.

After Lin Qiye and others sneaked into the manor, they went directly to the second floor. Through Jiang Er's ability, they contacted Shen Qingzhu and asked him to lead a [believer] to the second floor and kill him quietly.

If they confronted head-on, Lin Qiye and the others could also kill the Seventh Seat, but the problem was that this would inevitably attract the attention of several other [believers], thus putting them in a situation of being besieged. Therefore, the first principle of this ambush was to be "silent."

Whether it's Jiang Er's [Spiritual Field], An Qingyu's Concentrated Mental Pollution, Lin Qiye's [Eternal Secret Garden], or Pang Pang's Disarmament of All Things, all of them are designed to kill the Seventh Seat without letting him make a sound.

"Next, the main threat is the man in the 'Klein' realm underground, and the Ninth Seat strolling in the yard." Lin Qiye carefully sensed it, "The good news is that 'Klein' seems to have been seriously injured by the sword energy of the Sword Saint Senior, and his breath is very weak. We are not without a chance of winning."

"Should we kill him first, or the ninth seat first?" An Qingyu asked.

Baili Pangpang smacked his lips and said, "That ninth seat...how should I put it? I thought he was quite pleasing to the eye the last time I saw him. It would be a pity if he died like this."

"Then let's go underground and kill Klein first." Lin Qiye said, "As long as Klein is dead, the Ninth Seat is nothing more than Wuliang, and we can deal with him anyway."

"It's just a 'Wuliang'..." Cao Yuan sighed, "Now, are we all so arrogant?"

"Be more confident. After all, we are the students of the Sword Master. What does a mere 'infinite' mean?"

Baili Pangpang patted his shoulder and said, "Oh, yes, I forgot, Lao Cao, you are still in the 'Chuan' realm..."

Cao Yuan: ...

"Come on, Lao Cao. Even Jiang Er has reached the Sea Realm. Aren't you a bit embarrassed as a senior?"

On the side, Jiang Er, who was floating in the air, lowered his head and said somewhat embarrassedly:

"My realm is not entirely the result of my own cultivation...there is no comparison."

“Didn’t you cultivate it all by yourself?” Baili Pangpang looked at her puzzledly.

Realm, can you not rely on your own practice?

Not only Baili Pangpang, but everyone else's eyes were also full of doubts.

"Well...something happened." Jiang Er didn't seem to want to say more on this issue and passed it over vaguely.

Everyone was tactful and didn't ask any more questions.

"By the way, does Brother Zhae need our help?" Baili Pangpang asked with some concern.

“No need.” Lin Qiye’s mouth curled up slightly. “It seems that he is already very skilled in assassination…”

…

First floor.

Dead silence.

The silence is not because of quietness, but because the air that carries sound has been completely drained away.

The 12th seat, covered in wounds, rushed towards a certain direction desperately like a madman. He opened his mouth to an exaggerated extent, trying to breathe fresh air, his eyes full of fear.

Suddenly, his body seemed to hit an invisible wall and was bounced back.

He fell heavily to the ground, veins bulging all over his body, his expression silently ferocious.

Shen Qingzhu put his hands in his pockets, leaned calmly against the wall, lowered his head, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it with his fingertips.

Yes, light it up.

Around him was the only place with air in this vacuum area.

"Huh..." Shen Qingzhu calmly exhaled a smoke ring.

The twelfth seat stared at Shen Qingzhu. Suddenly, he got up from the ground, a strange black light burst out from his body, and he rushed towards Shen Qingzhu not far away like a sharp arrow!

Bang--!

Once again, he was bounced back.

An invisible high-pressure air wall has completely sealed him in.

More than 600 cubic meters of air were compressed by Shen Qingzhu into an air wall less than two millimeters thick. It looked like a thin plate, but it could easily withstand the bombardment of intercontinental missiles, let alone just a twelfth seat.

The twelfth seat hammered the air wall frantically, roaring silently, as if cursing something.

Shen Qingzhu was not interested in what he was saying at all.

He just held the cigarette in his mouth, looked at him with a smile, and spoke slowly:

"In your next life, remember to be more respectful to your elders."

Bang——!

The two-millimeter-thick high-pressure air wall instantly condensed into a beam, passed through the respiratory tract, and penetrated into the twelfth lung.

Then,

Exploded with a loud bang.

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