Chapter 199: No Invitation, Automatic

The five ghost dolls practiced the "Netherworld Book", and their strength increased by leaps and bounds. Before, they absorbed the pure death energy that Li Chuyi spilled out in the cave, and after refining it, their cultivation was greatly improved. Each of them was comparable to a human cultivator who had reached the half-step Jindan stage.

And when they formed various strange formations in the "Netherworld Book", their lethality was multiplied. Under the joint efforts, even if a cultivator in the late Jindan stage was covered by their formation, he would only struggle for a while, and in the end, only his bones would be left.

The five little dolls showed their ghost power, and one Jindan cultivator after another died here inexplicably. The rest of the people all looked miserable and could not help but retreat desperately.

They were scared, they were really scared.

Who would have thought that this seemingly harmless little ghost would still have such a powerful back-up to protect himself even when he was exhausted? At this time, they didn't care about killing Li Chuyi to get any reward. Being able to save a life was their greatest luxury.

But if they wanted to leave, they had to have someone agree. When they turned around, despair filled their faces.

At some point, a giant dragon formed by purple mist coiled behind them. The purple dragon did not attack, but coiled there coldly. It had no eyeballs, but a sunken dragon eye that looked at them indifferently, as if it was mocking them.

A monk who had no time to stop rushed directly to the giant dragon. Before he could retreat, the purple dragon opened its huge mouth and swallowed him into its stomach. The monk with a face full of despair disappeared without even a scream, as if he had never appeared.

Everyone's face was full of misery, and shouts rang out behind them. It turned out that five little kids were chasing them all the way.

"Fight, can't retreat, can only charge! Charge forward to live, can't charge forward to die, kill!"

I don't know who shouted, and the monks suddenly woke up, turned around without hesitation and continued to rush forward.

That person was right, the purple dragon had cut off the retreat, and the only chance was to rush forward. The shadowy formation of the five little ghosts was scary, but their cultivation was not enough and the range was not large enough, so they could only deal with one cultivator at a time. Although there were not many cultivators present, there were more than ten of them. With the strength of the Jindan cultivators, half of them could still charge before the little ghosts killed them all.

As long as they rushed over, the only threat left in front was Li Chuyi. Just looking at Li Chuyi's bloodless face and faintly trembling body, no one regarded him as a threat.

Everyone was howling and cheering each other up. Who the little ghosts swallowed depended on luck, and none of them dared to guarantee that they would be the one who could survive. The only thing they could do at this time was to pray.

As they thought, when they rushed over, there were less than ten people left, and the little ghosts behind them were pulled away by them. If they wanted to catch up with them, it would be absolutely impossible in a short time.

Looking at Li Chuyi who was about to collapse in front of them, the faces of these people became ferocious.

"Kill him!"

"Even if I die, someone must die with me!"

"Kill him!"

They kept yelling and cursing. They blamed the creator of all this - Li Chuyi.

If it weren't for this little fat guy, how could they have fallen into such a desperate situation?

People are selfish. They blame Li Chuyi for being involved in all this, but they never thought about why all this happened. If it weren't for their greed, how could they end up in such a situation!

Waving his hand to disperse several spells that came over, Li Chuyi looked at the nearest person who was less than ten steps away from him. He slightly exerted force on the hand holding the long sword, and a trace of snow-white sword body was revealed on the animal skin long sword.

Even if the magic power was exhausted, even if the flesh was in unbearable pain and he couldn't even lift the strength, Li Chuyi still didn't give up.

There is always a way out. He didn't believe that such a lovely person like him would die in the hands of a group of Jindan cultivators.

Whether it's life or death, you have to fight hard.

Seeing a knife coming and looking at the opponent's ferocious face, Li Chuyi's fat hand gently exerted force to draw the sword. The next moment, his eyes suddenly widened, looking at the opponent's head that suddenly turned into a ball in disbelief.

Under his gaze, the first monk who rushed in still had a fierce smile on his face, but the upper part of his head seemed to be hit violently by something, just like a stick hitting a crisp watermelon, and it suddenly exploded.

The splashing blood mixed with a little white ** rushed to his face, and the unprepared Li Chuyi was splashed all over his face. He didn't wipe it off, and he didn't even feel disgusted. He just stared at the other party in a daze, his mind was buzzing and chaotic, and he didn't understand what happened.

While he was stunned, another monk arrived and suddenly extended the long sword in his hand, but only half of it was extended. His left chest was like the head of the previous man, and it was hit hard by something, and it exploded with a "puff". Half of his body was missing, and his left arm fell to the ground without a connection. The man froze in place, looking at his chest in disbelief, his pale face full of confusion, as if wondering what happened to him.

His left chest was completely blown apart, and his heart had already turned into a bloody mud. He was only in the Spirit Refining Stage, and had not cultivated the Nascent Soul, so there was no reason for him to survive. With a confused face, he was blown by the breeze and his body slowly fell to the ground.

The monks behind saw the strange death of the two men, their faces changed drastically and they suddenly stopped and wanted to retreat. But they thought that the unknown master hidden in the dark would not let them go. Invisibly and silently, the bodies of several people were severely injured, some of their heads were smashed, and some of their bodies were pierced. The worst one was hit by an invisible attack on the waist, and his body was instantly exploded into two sections. He fell to the ground and wailed in pain, but it was difficult to die for a while.

Looking at the monks lying on the ground, bursts of screams were endless, but Li Chuyi was shocked in his heart, slightly turned his head, and looked at the scroll on his back and the animal skin long sword.

He saw the attacks behind him clearly. At the moment of Yin Yang Dao, the familiar dark energy appeared out of thin air, passed by silently and quickly, and hit the invading monks accurately.

Unlike the dark energy that attacked Li Chuyi in the cave before, these dark energy were several times more powerful and several times faster. These cultivators did not have Li Chuyi's Yin-Yang Dao Eyes, and could not sense the existence of dark energy with their Qi, so they could only be hit one by one.

These dark energy were full of murderous intent, and they were not just to teach Li Chuyi a lesson before, which only hurt his skin and flesh. After hitting these cultivators, they did not explode immediately, but directly penetrated their body protection Qi and invaded their bodies, and then exploded.

No matter how strong a person's body is, the internal organs are fragile, even cultivators are only much stronger than ordinary people. Dark energy can break even the protective spells and their skin and flesh, let alone the more fragile internal organs. Under the explosion of dark energy, the magic power protection that guarded the organs was like a wet thin paper, and it was not surprising that it was directly shattered, and the outer shell of the flesh was also exploded from the inside to the outside.

If it was the head and heart that were blown to pieces, it would be fine. They died without feeling anything because the speed was too fast. But the monk who was lying on the ground and was cut in half was different. He had to die immediately and experienced the cruelty of being cut in half without any hesitation.

"Kill me, kill me quickly! Please, kill me!"

He wailed in pain, looking at Li Chuyi with hope in his eyes, hoping that Li Chuyi could give him a quick death, kill him with one knife, and let him escape from the sea of ​​suffering.

Ignoring the other party's plea, the little fat man reached out and touched the scroll behind him, and a big smile squeezed out of his face that was twitching with pain.

"Uncle Hua, you are so awesome!"

It's not that he hadn't thought about this scroll before, but he just urged it silently a few times, and this cold scroll ignored him at all, even when he was about to be beaten to death by Xia Bai, there was no reaction.

However, at this critical moment, the scroll attacked without any warning, not only protecting him, but also directly destroying the opponent. The ruthlessness made Li Chuyi secretly gasp.

Touching the scroll that still had no reaction, Li Chuyi smiled, not caring about the other party's indifference.

This was a good start. Although he still couldn't control it, it seemed that the scroll was obviously protecting him.

There would be a second time after the first time. He had plenty of time to slowly explore. When he had a good relationship with the scroll, he could use it however he wanted.

I was afraid that he would ignore me without any reaction. In that case, he would be a rat pulling a turtle and had no place to start.

Turning his head and looking at the wailing on the ground, Li Chuyi gently patted the scroll.

"Uncle painting, come again! It was too fast just now and I didn't see it clearly. Let me admire your heroic figure again!"

The scroll had no reaction. I don't know if it was too lazy to pay attention to him or disdain to attack again.

After persuading him several times to no avail, Li Chuyi was helpless.

Okay, if you don't want to fight, then don't fight. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future. I will slowly grind with you!

Walking to the monk who was cut in half, looking at the other party's hopeful eyes, Li Chuyi thought about it, and finally sighed softly, drew out his long sword and stabbed it directly into the other party's heart.

The other party's vitality quickly disappeared, and seeing the other party's grateful smile, Li Chuyi shook his head.

These people wanted to kill him indiscriminately, and he wanted to let him die slowly, but he was kind by nature and couldn't bear it. Seeing the other party close his eyes with gratitude, Li Chuyi sighed in his heart.

"It's still not cruel enough, I don't know if this is good or bad."

Smacking his lips, he turned and walked to the other few people who were not dead, and sent them off one by one in the same way. After confirming that no one survived, he shook his hand and threw off the blood beads on the sword. Li Chuyi put the sword back into the sheath and stood silently in the same place.

Over there, Zi Yuan's battle was over.

The purple mist dissipated, leaving only a beautiful purple figure in the sky. The other spiritual cultivators trapped in the purple mist had disappeared. Although they didn't know where they went, they were probably no longer alive.

The cold and fragrant wind swept past, and Zi Yuan floated to Li Chuyi's side. After standing beside him, she first gave him an inquiring look. Seeing Li Chuyi nod to indicate that he was fine, she nodded with relief and turned to look at the few remaining cultivators in the distance.

Looking at the few people with ugly faces, Zi Yuan did not speak, but Li Chuyi smiled slightly, cleared his throat, took a deep breath, and spoke loudly.

"Are you guys still fighting?"

The remaining few people didn't dare to act rashly, and shook their heads repeatedly when they heard the words.

Li Chuyi nodded with satisfaction, and his voice became gentler.

"You are all reasonable people, I am very grateful. Then let's discuss the next question."

A bad feeling came over me, and sure enough, Li Chuyi's gentle voice with a hint of cunning came.

"Then let's talk about compensation, or hush money!"