"Why are you so stupid!"
Lu Man caught him tightly. Only then did she see that the strong ghost energy behind Chen Ziyu was leaking out, like a balloon punctured by a needle, and he was consuming his soul!
Chen Tzuyu hooked her mouth helplessly and glanced at her without speaking.
Lu Man's body shook and suddenly understood! It's all because of her! If he hadn't done it to protect her, he would end up like this!
Thinking of this, her heart felt like being bitten by countless ants, and a sense of guilt instantly overwhelmed her internal organs.
"Then..." She bit her lower lip fiercely, "What should we do?"
Chen Tzuyu did not answer her words. His eyes fell on the bad old men on the ground. As expected, there were still people around. When the old man was injured, all of them jumped out. He counted them. Twelve people, they are sitting on the ground at the moment, arranged in the form of a gossip map.
They have the same knot on their hands, their eyes closed tightly, and their mouths are chanting scriptures vigorously.
After a while, he retracted his gaze and landed on his slightly trembling right hand. The secret technique he used was to burn his own soul as a price to forcibly increase his cultivation. This level is not enough to hurt his vitality, but After all, it will make him weak for a while, he will fall into a deep sleep, once he falls into a deep sleep, then Lu Man...
Chen Ziyu narrowed his eyes and asked in a low voice, "Are you afraid of death?"
"What?" Lu Man did not hear clearly.
"I said, are you afraid of death?" Chen Ziyu grabbed her hand in the palm of her hand and repeated.
Lu Man was taken aback, then said: "Fear. Will we die?"
Chen Tzuyu was obviously also stunned. After a while, he laughed. He lowered his head, dropped a kiss on Lu Man's fingertips, and raised his head again. His eyes were filled with countless nostalgia.
"Don't worry, I can't bear to let you die."
As soon as the voice fell, a cold light flashed in Chen Tzuyu's eyes. He cut his finger and a drop of blood wrapped in purple ghost air floated in the air.
With the appearance of this blood drop, the temperature in the air suddenly began to rise.
The old man's face suddenly collapsed. He pointed at the blood bead and his voice was distorted in surprise: "That is! Essence and blood!"
Chen Tzuyu closed her fingers indifferently, "It turns out that there are still people who know this thing in this world."
The old man couldn't even bother to reply, so he and his companion got up from the ground and ran away.
"Want to run?" Chen Ziyu snorted coldly, and they stopped when they grabbed their hands in mid-air.
Immediately afterwards, one of them was caught up in the air by Chen Tzuyu, and flew upside down at Chen Tzuyu.
Chen Tzuyu steadily caught him, with the other hand slapped vigorously on his heavenly spirit cover.
"Ah!" The man suddenly yelled as if he had endured a great deal of pain.
Immediately afterwards, his body shrivelled quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it looked like Chen Tzuyu's hand sucked him in.
But after a while, he only had one piece of skin left.
The eleven people remaining on the ground saw the end of their comrades, and immediately turned a blank face. They wanted to run and found that their legs were out of control at all, and their faces were ashamed of death.
Chen Tzuyu threw his skin disgustingly from the air, his face seemed to be ruddy, he turned his head away, and looked at the people underground with cold eyes.
"Why don't you talk about who is next?"