Beast

At noon, a Ye family disciple brought in a table of sumptuous food and wine with a cold face. Such food and wine would not be worth eating in a restaurant without a hundred taels of silver.

This banquet for distinguished guests made the three of them feel strange and inexplicable. The Ye family was lucky not to kill them, so how could they treat them as honored guests.

With a heavy heart, Yang Qing took out Ye Lingfei's silver hairpin from the Xumi gourd and inserted it into the dishes. After a while, the whole silver hairpin had turned black. His expression remained unchanged, and he casually placed the silver hairpin on the table full of dishes.

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Ye Lingfei had little experience and knew that this dish was poisonous. The mother and daughter looked angry and felt sad.

The mother and daughter had not had a drop of water since last night. They were in a bad mood and had no intention of eating. Their bodies were even weaker. Yang Qing secretly said that he was so overwhelmed by running for his life that he forgot about the mother and daughter eating and drinking.

Then he took out a dozen spiritual fruits and distributed them to the two of them.

The spiritual fruit is placed in a jade box and placed in a Xumi gourd and will not rot. It can be eaten within three days after being taken out.

The spiritual fruit is sweet and delicious, and the mother and daughter can eat it even if they have no appetite.

Ye Lingfei had always felt guilty for involving Yang Qing, biting the spirit fruit and crying.

Yang Qing suppressed his heaviness and anxiety, lifted his spirits, and softly comforted this obedient woman.

Several people were like prisoners waiting to be sentenced, and they were still sitting in the hall when night fell.

There were more children of the Ye family guarding the attic, but no news was sent.

It was quiet inside the two-story pavilion. There were no lights in the hall. Only three figures could be seen sitting quietly, not talking to each other.

Li Mengjie's expression was calm. The tablet of 'Ye Hao, the tenth generation head of the Ye family' in her hand could no longer be clearly seen, but she was still looking at it carefully. The few days of running away made her panic and resentful, but now she seemed to have figured it out.

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Death is not terrible. After death, she can go find the husband who has been waiting for her for a long time. Hatred can be forgotten in this situation.

Ye Lingfei's charming face was sad, and the guilt in her heart was relieved by the soft words of comfort. She was not as loving as she was in her youth, and she was unwilling and unwilling to die like this. She already regarded herself as Yang Qing's woman, and even more

She didn't want her sweetheart to be killed because of this incident. The Ye family wanted to eradicate the problem, but she was unable to do anything.

Yang Qing's face was heavy. He thought hard and still couldn't think of a good solution. The feeling that his life was in the hands of others made him feel depressed and wanted to go crazy.

Blaming everyone was of no avail, so Yang Qing tried his best to calm down and realize his own cultivation.

His spiritual consciousness can extend a hundred feet, which is considered the limit of the Consciousness Sea Realm. A Qi Refining monk can already open up the Purple Mansion and break through to the Purple Mansion Realm, but he can't. All he has to do is use all his strength to tear it apart.

Dantian, how to master the power of the whole body is the key.

These days, I still don’t have a clue.

The appearance of the Spirit Devouring Flame made him even more curious about whether the stalactite essence was a spiritual creature. The powerful vitality contained in it destined it to be extraordinary.

The form of stalactite essence is the blue-white milky mist, which is not in the realm of heaven and earth. If it is said to be completely opposite to the evil spirit and other underworld energy, there has never been any conflict between the two.

In the past, when repairing physical scars, he only channeled blue-white milky mist, and his spiritual consciousness was aware of the bone-chilling cold, but it did not cause any damage to his spiritual consciousness. On the contrary, the coldness made him clearer and clearer.

It is difficult for his consciousness to feel the heat or cold when it comes into contact with ordinary flames or ice cubes. This shows the coldness of the stalactite essence. Therefore, he has never put his consciousness into the seemingly warm jade bottle to prevent the cold from damaging his consciousness.

, even the soul.

Today, the appearance of the Spirit Devouring Flame made him unable to restrain himself from searching for the essence of the stalactite. Being trapped in the Ye family's situation made him no longer worry. He unplugged the cork and probed his consciousness into the jade bottle.

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The first feeling was extremely cold, and his consciousness had become extremely sluggish. The cold was mixed with warmth, and in the end Yang Qing couldn't tell whether it was cold or warm. He only felt a sense of comfort rising from the bottom of his heart.

The blue-white milky mist surrounds the tangible and insubstantial consciousness. Although the consciousness becomes dull, there is no trace of damage.

Withdrawing his consciousness, his eyes that were dimmed by his heavy heart were now bright and clear.

After careful investigation, it is still not confirmed what the stalactite essence is.

Cold does not represent any kind of attribute. He learned from Sun Xinyao that there are water-type spiritual beings that are extremely cold, and there are also those that have no temperature. Some fire-type spiritual beings are even cold, and the only mystery is those who have cultivated their abilities.

Only monks who know everything will know a thing or two.

If there is disappointment in his heart, in his opinion, the stalactite essence is obviously weaker than the spirit-devouring flame, and the spirit-devouring flame definitely does not belong to him.

"Brother Qing, my mother and I went to the bedroom to rest. You should also rest." Ye Lingfei walked lightly to Yang Qing and said with concern and sadness.

"Ling Fei, you and your aunt can sleep peacefully. I'm here to ensure that you are fine," Yang Qing said calmly.

"Yes." Ye Lingfei pursed her red lips and nodded obediently. Then, mother and daughter went to the bedroom on the second floor to rest.

Yang Qing's heart was heavy and there was no trace of sleepiness. Even though he had been trapped in the devil's cave for two months, his heartstrings were already extremely tough. After the two left, he couldn't help but sigh.

It was still late at night, and it was not safe to live in the pavilion. If Ye Chengan wanted to take action, he would definitely kill him with one strike without giving him time to crush the space ring, otherwise he would not take action. But he still had to be wary of conspiracies.

The clumsy method of poisoning the dishes at noon was most likely done by Ye Zhongxuan.

Sitting upright on the Taishi's chair, his spiritual consciousness was released and enveloped a hundred feet in radius, alerting him to any abnormalities.

The night is dark, and the crescent moon is like a knife.

Nearly fifty Ye family disciples and worshipers surrounded the second-floor attic tightly, chatting among themselves in low voices, discussing space rings and spirit-devouring flames. At this time, a young man with pale skin, thieves

He rolled his eyes nervously, said hello to the people next to him, then slowly approached the attic, reached into his arms and took out a foot-long piece of thin bamboo, and held a fire folding piece in his other hand.

He put his ear against the window, listening to the sounds in the pavilion, and with a nervous look on his face, he put his slightly trembling fingers in his mouth to wet them, and then poked at the thin window paper.

"Peng!"

Before [***] could put his finger on the window paper, the wooden window quickly came over.

"Crack!"

The young man still had a nervous look on his face, but he was knocked out by the wooden window.

"Ah!" The young man's face was covered with blood, and he screamed in pain, which attracted other Ye family disciples and worshipers to look at him. Then, holding weapons in hand, they angrily pressed towards Yang Qing, who was standing in front of the window with a cold expression.

"If you dare to use such dirty tricks again, your life will be taken," Yang Qing said coldly, ignoring the angry glares of the people, and sat back on the Grand Master's chair with his eyes closed to rest.

As soon as his eyes closed, they opened suddenly and he rushed towards the bedroom on the second floor.

Just as Yang Qing rushed into the bedroom, a dozen masked men in black surrounded by fluorescent lights rose into the sky and divided into two groups. One group rushed towards the fifty Ye family disciples guarding the attic, and the other rushed towards the bedroom on the second floor of the pavilion.

More than fifty Ye family disciples looked shocked and turned angry. They all used their true energy to spurt out the magic weapons in their hands. Five Ye family disciples from the Purple Mansion realm rose up with the enshrined imperial weapons to intercept them.

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"kill!"

In an instant, the two parties were fighting in one place, and the sound of fighting was loud!

The night sky was filled with bright colors, and the sound of 'ping pong' steel clashing was heard during the collision.

As the sound of fighting spread in the night sky, streams of light appeared all over the Ye family's house. The streams of light rose from the ground, streaked across the night sky, and rushed straight to the attic.

The masked man in black who rushed towards the attic on the second floor did not want to fight with the Ye family's children at all. He would rather leave hideous wounds on his body with the magical weapons that came from the sword, and would not let his speed slow down in the slightest.

The masked man in black who was attacking the Ye family's children on the ground was fierce, but he only intercepted the magical weapon that attacked the black-clothed and masked man in the air and gave up fighting with the Ye family's children.

"Chichi!"

An earth-yellow sword light that was ten feet wide came across the sky, and an earth-yellow light curtain tens of feet across in the night sky slashed towards a group of black-clothed and masked men rushing toward the second floor of the attic.

"puff!"

The khaki sword light passed by everything, and a masked man in black was cut in half, his body split into two pieces, and continued to slide in the air with blood dripping from his organs. If it were not for the children of the Ye family in the air, that group of men in black and masks would have been killed.

No one can escape this blow.

"kill!"

From a corner of the inner courtyard, more than ten people rushed out again, all wearing black clothes and covering their faces, but the white scarves covering their faces shone with light, and they all rushed towards the attic.

Soaring into the sky, before moving forward, they all took out various long bows, fired their bows, and fired arrows! The arrows filled with true energy turned into a meteor shower, chasing stars and chasing the moon towards the two-story pavilion. Then they fired their bows again and fired arrows.

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"Ding, ding, ding" the arrow turned into a stream of light and was intercepted.

"Puff, puff, puff" intercepted, unable to dodge the masked man in black, and the children of the Ye family were passed by by the stream of light.

"Ka, ka, ka" the arrows turned into streams of light that shattered glazed tiles, walls, doors and windows like raindrops.

This situation was difficult for Ye Chengan, who was speeding towards, to stop.

"Chichi!"

Ye Chengan came with his imperial weapon, his robes rustled fiercely, and the long sword in his hand cut across at extremely high speeds. A sword light that was ten feet wide appeared, condensed and trembling, and then cut through the night sky like a crossbow arrow.

The man in black with his face covered with a white scarf immediately stopped and fell down, narrowly avoiding Zhang Kuan's sword light. The white scarf was fluttering in the strong wind.

A group of Ye family disciples became angry and ferocious, flying their weapons towards the man in white turban and black clothes.

And the masked man in black had already rushed to the second floor of the attic, brandishing a long sword, or flipping his palms to perform hand seals, regardless of the furious Ye Chengan who would arrive in front of him in the blink of an eye.

The killings on the ground were brutal, with several corpses broken into two pieces, and blood from the internal organs left on the ground. The men in black who were hit by arrows in the vital parts, the Ye family's children died with their eyes open, and the masked men in black screamed and roared with their flesh and blood.

The men in white turbans and black clothes were already fighting against the Ye family's children. The sound of weapons clashing, the sound of flesh and blood being cut, the sound of broken bones, and the sounds of pain and screams all mingled together.

But all the living people on the battlefield focused their peripheral vision on the second-story attic.

Whether it is the masked man in black or the man in white turban, they are the first to rob people. If they fail, they will force the people living in the attic into a desperate situation and crush the space ring.

The children of the Ye family must protect the space ring from being lost and the death or injury of the three people living in the pavilion.