The strange magic cultivator put away the black fog, took out a skull, muttered a few spells, and a green liquid suddenly appeared from the empty eye sockets of the skull. With a complete body of white bones, he took a trembling step towards Lin Zhizhi.
Lin Zhizhi's expression remained unmoved, his long sword pointed at the sky, the sword light cut through the streamer of the sky, and his sword shattered the skeleton.
However, the scattered bones trembled and regrouped again. This attack was faster and more powerful. Every time the opponent separated it, the reorganized body would improve by one point.
There cannot be such a creature that can progress forever, there must be a limit.
While dodging the skeleton's attack, Lin Zhizhi focused on finding its weakness, and he was quickly forced into danger by the skeleton under his dual-mindedness.
"Are you stupid? What are you fighting with an undead creature? Go and fuck that person first!"
The demon spirit is a special case. It is a soul body between life and death, and can see everything that happens in the outside world in the Qiankun ring. It saw that the young man was still fighting with the skeleton attentively, and it reminded a little anxiously.
After all, it used to be the next leader of a race, not to mention, it has fought more fights than eaten peaches, has rich experience, and understands the principle of catching the thief first.
Lin Zhizhi was born into a family, and he was always guarded by Su Yu even when he was a child. So much so that when it comes to life and death, you will still be blindfolded in anxiety, always looking for the secrets of the skeleton, but ignoring the magic cultivator on the side.
Hearing the demon spirit's words, Lin Zhizhi's expression froze. When the skeleton attacked him again, he kicked it in the chest and wanted to use strength to pounce on the demon cultivator. The skeleton did not let him wish, and the lower half of his body was kicked. He flew out, grabbed the boy's ankle with the claws of bones, and tried to pull Lin Zhizhi back.
Lin Zhizhi's thoughts turned sharply, and when the skull had just lost half of his body and was not completely reorganized, he kicked the other foot towards the skull's hand, and at the same time twisted his body, pulling the left foot away from the skull's hand.
At the moment when the left foot was detached, there was a "pop" of dislocation of the bones, which was inaudible on this battlefield. Lin Zhizhi didn't seem to feel the pain, and Yu Feng Jue let him rush towards the demon cultivator like an arrow from the string.
Lin Zhizhi's reaction was really fast. It was only a few seconds before the demon spirit opened his mouth to escape from the skeleton. Between the lightning and flint, the demonic figure quickly retreated, biting the tip of his tongue, and spewing a blood mist forward. At the same time, with the hands in hand, the blood fog was suspended in the air, turning into a wolf's head, and he opened his mouth to swallow Lin Zhizhi in one bite!
The young master of the Lin family opened the way with the Wenxian Sword, and the sky thunder was wrapped around the blood mist, and the thunder broke through thousands of miles, and the blood mist wolf head was instantly scattered. The young man's strength was unabated, and when he approached Mo Xiu's body, his head flashed past the small snake that spewed out of the opponent's mouth.
After doing all this, he grabbed Mo Xiu's robe, threw it back, covered the little snake, and swung it back to Mo Xiu.
The little snake rolled in the robe and sprayed venom with a "hissing". The venom poisoned the robe into holes one after another, which made people feel afraid. If the poison droplets splashed on the lawn, wouldn't it have greatly damaged the ecology? surroundings
As soon as Mo Xiu died, the skeletons that were still rushing towards Lin Zhizhi were scattered all over the place in an instant, turning into the most common bones.
Lin Zhizhi looked at the demon cultivator's corpse, his face was slightly pale, and he sat casually among the grass.
This is his first murder.
The boy's chest rose and fell, turned his head to avoid the sight, and released the demon spirit from the Qiankun ring: "Thank you."
-Although this demon spirit is reasonable and unforgiving, I have to admit that if it wasn't for him just now, Lin Zhizhi might not have been able to beat the murderous demon cultivator.
The demon spirit raised its nostrils proudly: "Hmph, don't think it's me trying to save you, if I wasn't afraid that after you died, I would also be swept away by that human being, I wouldn't have reminded you. Now I know how powerful I am. Right? Even if you know each other, you still know how to thank—”
Lin Zhizhi didn't let him finish what he said next. He waved his sleeve and swept it away. He lowered his head and took off his white brocade boots, revealing his injured left foot.
His feet are beautiful.
The skin is smooth and fair, the toes are round, and they are arranged in a lovely arc, which can arouse the desire to control the feet.
His person is also very good-looking, with a high nose bridge and red lips, he bent down slightly, and gently pressed his dislocated ankle with his slender hand—
"Well-"
The boy grunted, his teeth biting his lip, leaving a row of shallow tooth marks on it.
I didn't feel any pain during the battle, but now that I've calmed down, the pain has intensified.
Where he was holding his hand, his ankle, which was supposed to be flawless, was red and swollen, leaving behind a circle of handprints from the skeleton's force.
When the demon spirit rushed back with a weak body, this was what he saw.
Humans are so fragile.
The once rough-skinned son of the former demon king thought to himself.
Well, for the sake of this guy's injury, let's not say what I thought when I crawled back...
The demon spirit floats and sinks in the air.
Lin Zhizhi ignored the returning demon spirit, and after a blink of an eye, his eyes narrowed, and he pulled the dislocated ankle back to its original position with his right hand.
At that moment, the pain that was more turbulent than the previous touch overwhelmed him.
—Lin Zhizhi is not without medicine. Before going out, the top Huichundan had been put into his Qiankun Ring by his father in batches. But now the young master of the Lin family doesn't want to use it, he even wants the pain to be unforgettable.
Let him remember the lesson this time.
If it wasn't for the fact that his physique attacked, the demon spirit was saved, and the demon spirit made a sound, the three coincidentally came together, then maybe he just fell to the ground without a sound. How many coincidences will there be in this world
The demon spirit was originally watching him clean up the wound, but after seeing the young man's eyes for a moment, he suddenly suffocated.
Such a sharp beauty made a storm surge in the demon spirit's heart.
Lin Zhizhi's appearance didn't impress him, but his voice—after removing the influence of his charming body, actually didn't impress him, and his words didn't impress him, but that look left some traces in his heart.
Rarely, the demon spirit flew towards the boy in silence and landed on his shoulders. He wanted to say some words of comfort, but he didn't know where to start, so he could only comfortably jump on the boy's shoulders (… ).
This caught Lin Zhizhi's attention, he cast a glance at it and asked, "Do you want to leave?"
This time, the demon spirit did not refute sharply, but seriously thought about this question.
Actually it has nowhere to go.
When Gu Xian caught it, he had already slaughtered its clan. Its home is the Tianfu Secret Realm, but it has long since lost it. Before yelling to leave, it was just a deep-rooted disgust for human beings.
Seeing that the demon spirit did not reply, Lin Zhizhi retracted his gaze, did not disturb it, but moved his finger, and wanted to take it back into the Qiankun ring again, giving it a quiet environment to ponder.
The demon spirit hurriedly said: "Hey, I don't want to go in, it always reminds me of a stove..."
"Your spiritual power is enough to keep you flying outside?" Lin Zhizhi asked suspiciously.
"..." The demon spirit wanted to prove to him how long it was, but now his body really wouldn't allow it. In the end it stomped on the shoulders of the teenager again, "You carry me and go."
Lin Zhizhi: "...I am a foot injury patient, you let me carry you?"
The demon spirit said as a matter of course: "I'm so light, what's wrong with carrying it? The big deal is that I can recover my spiritual power and carry it back."
The young master of the Lin family swept the palm-sized demon spirit off his shoulders with a wave: "Do you think you are not conspicuous enough? If others see you and want to arrest you for alchemy, I can't keep you."
The demon spirit was slapped away by him without saying hello, and turned several somersaults in the air before stabilizing its figure. Just when I wanted to get angry, I heard what the other party said, and I had to admit that it made sense: "You are right, then I will get into your sleeve."
As he said that, like a wisp of blue smoke, he got into the boy's cuff, turned into a bracelet, and wrapped around his wrist.
"I don't accept it! Master, I don't want to stay in the Qiankun Ring, I also want to protect and accompany Master at all times—" Jian Ling was very angry when he saw this, and shouted that Lin Zhizhi should treat him fairly.
… two mentally retarded.
The young master of the Lin family pressed his eyebrows, cut off the telepathy of the same sword spirit, took out a rejuvenation pill from the Qiankun ring and swallowed it.
- The pain just now was enough for him to remember. Now that the magic cultivator is coming, he needs to quickly recover his spiritual power to deal with this terrible change.
The rejuvenation pill turned into a warm water-type spiritual force, and it went all the way down, and finally stopped at the ankle to repair. After a while, the redness and swelling subsided, and his left foot had returned to its original shape.
The boy put on his shoes, stood up and set off again.
After about half an hour, the sky started to rain lightly, and the sky became darker and darker.
Seeing that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, Lin Zhizhi stopped the process of looking for someone a little depressed, and had to find a place to shelter from the rain first—his Universe Ring had everything in it, except that there were no living parts such as umbrellas and cloaks.
There is no other reason, he has been used to taking care of Su Yu since he was a child. When going out, the old father-like Su Yu took care of these trivial matters. After leaving Su Yu, Lin Zhizhi didn't go out much, so naturally he didn't think of these.
Looking left and right, the boy finally landed from mid-air and came under a giant tree in the sky.
The raindrops gradually became denser, and layers of water mist splashed in the green, obscuring the young man's sight. In the silence, only the sound of raindrops lingered in my ears.
And—the sound of footsteps coming from behind.