When everyone heard this, they suddenly realized Ye Lan's intention of letting the woman play with his cell phone.
Since the other party can use resentment to attach to mobile phone web pages to harm others, she can also attack back from the source through the same medium.
Moreover, the murderer used the resentment he had fostered himself, which caused a double blow.
high!
It’s really high!
Everyone couldn't help but give Ye Lan a thumbs up silently.
Only the old man almost vomited blood in anger.
But he didn't have time to settle scores right now. Clutching his chest, which was gradually losing oxygen, he spoke with difficulty, "What are you so proud of? You've seen how powerful her magic is. Now that she's caught me, do you think she'll let you go?"
Hearing this, the woman opposite stopped laughing and couldn't help feeling afraid when she thought of the pain she had just suffered from the flute sound.
The old man continued to press the issue, "I've raised you for decades, and now that you've become a Yin Jiao and have achieved success in your cultivation, I was going to take you out."
"Go out?" The woman was a little tempted. Life in the fields was so boring that it would drive a ghost crazy. If she could go out and see the light of day again, would she be able to see new things like new mobile phones?
"As long as you lend me a helping hand, I will definitely be able to defeat her. How about we go out together then?" The old man said it seriously and made many promises in a row. He sounded like a scumbag who deceived a little girl's feelings.
But the woman had been completely bewitched, even forgetting that she was dying because of him. After hesitating for a few seconds, she agreed, "Okay."
Immediately, a large amount of resentment was released, enveloping the man's decaying body.
He was originally an evil cultivator who practiced forbidden techniques. Resentment was the source of his strength, so as soon as he got the help of the woman, his complexion immediately returned to its rosy color, and even the white hair on his head began to turn black. He quickly looked twenty years younger.
This sudden transformation left everyone present stunned, and they seemed to sense danger and secretly surrounded Ye Lan.
"Ye Shen, if we can't win, let's run away now."
Luo Junpeng didn't know who was stronger and who was weaker, but he subconsciously stood on Ye Lan's side.
Xie Chenan also frowned as he looked at the man's rejuvenated face, and took a step sideways to stand in front of Ye Lan.
However, before he could stand over, Ye Lan stood up and walked straight through the crowd to the man.
At this time, the resentment gradually dissipated, and the woman's figure became translucent. It was obvious that most of her power had been used up and she no longer had the ability to fight.
"It's you who ruined my good thing?!" The old man squinted his eyes and looked at him. His eyes were sinister and cold, as creepy as a poisonous snake in the jungle.
Ye Lan, on the other hand, had a calm expression. He even nodded calmly and replied, "Yeah."
An attitude of 'what do you want'.
The old man was so angry that his teeth itched, and he couldn't help but sneer, "Well, it's true that talented people emerge in every generation. To have such a high level of cultivation at such a young age is indeed something to be proud of. But..."
He paused, his expression suddenly twisted into a hideous form, black runes crawling across his cheeks. "Young man, there will be a price to pay for being too arrogant!"
With a roar, the man crossed his hands in front of his chest and quickly formed a magic circle.
The surroundings began to blew cold winds again.
The black resentment turned into threads and flew towards Ye Lan.
Ye Lan raised her hand to block, but found that the black lines were not attacking her vital parts, but were heading towards the piccolo in her hand.
Pop.
The flute was swept away and fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and a crack appeared on the surface.
"Fuck, flute!"
Everyone behind him exclaimed in surprise, and they felt so heartbroken that they could hardly breathe when they saw the broken Piccolo.
The old man was also very proud, and laughed strangely: "Now that you don't have your magic weapon, I wonder how you can use your power."
Magical instrument...
Ye Lan: “…”
She looked at the ground and the wooden flute she had made when she was bored, and was speechless for a moment.
But the old man had already decided that she had run out of tricks and was about to settle accounts. Black threads flew all over his body, forming a dense net. He stared at her and said hatefully, "You ruined the plan I've carefully laid out for decades. Today, I will use this net to cut you into pieces. Prepare to die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a huge black net opened into the air and pounced towards Ye Lan like a bloody mouth.
A cold wind howled, and the shadow of the giant net blocked everyone's view, and was about to fall on the girl.
"Ye Lan, be careful!"
Many people screamed in shock, but the next second, the fear on everyone's faces turned into stupor.
Because before the black giant net got close to Ye Lan, she raised her hand and waved it lightly... and it was broken up.
Broken up?
“…”
The atmosphere on the scene was very awkward for a while.
The old man opposite, whose equally dull face twitched after a few seconds, looked away from the net that disappeared in mid-air and dropped his gaze to the girl. He opened his mouth and asked, "How is it possible..."
Ye Lan finally looked up at him, her tone sounding somewhat bored. "Any other tricks?"
What?
The man's mind was still not reacting and his face was blank.
In fact, this is also Ye Lan’s habit.
After all, she was so powerful that she rarely met an opponent. Over time, she developed the habit of letting the opponent make a move first and politely asking the other party if she came out to accept a challenge.
Seeing that the other party didn't answer, she took it as her agreement.
Then he stretched out one hand slightly forward, gathered a stream of energy in his palm, and in a moment, two fingers came together to transform into an invisible long sword, which instantly stabbed at the opponent.
Phew.
A tiny cloud of blood mist exploded from the man's chest without warning.
The other party looked down at him in the bloody smell, his stunned eyes gradually filled with fear and shock.
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