The western suburbs are farmers' crop fields and are uninhabited. At first glance, the heavy rain forms a line, and the sky and the earth seem to be connected into one.

Ling Luoyu stopped and did not turn around: "You have been following me all the way, isn't it time to come out?"

She was lucky today.

Not long after she separated from the man in coir raincoat, she felt something strange moving behind her.

Although this person was pouring out his profound energy, she could not sense his cultivation level, which meant that this person's cultivation level was higher than hers.

Someone who is sneaky is definitely not a good person.

It seems that she cannot escape today's bloody battle.

In order to prevent her grandfather and second uncle from getting into trouble, she moved to this no-man's land.

"Jiejiejie..."

Eerie laughter sounded behind her.

Paired with the rainy wilderness, it really feels like a ghost movie.

"Ling Luoyu, I can't tell that you are actually at the eighth level of Xuanling... No wonder those first-level Xuanlings are in your hands..."

Ling Luoyu turned around quietly and sneered evilly at the corner of his lips: "It seems that you want to kill me just like them?"

Behind her is an old man in his fifties, who is skinny and shriveled, with a goatee hanging on his chin, looking very wretched.

"It's a rainy day. I followed you to this wilderness. I didn't want to kill you. Could it be that I wanted to play with you?"

When it comes to the word "play", the old man's appearance is even more vulgar.

"Don't tell me, your figure... you look like a girl..."

Before he finished speaking, his smile suddenly slowly faded, as if he understood something.

"You're not... just a girl, are you?"

He looked at Ling Luoyu again and became more and more sure of his guess.

"Ling Luoyu...you are really a girl!"

Ling Luoyu chuckled noncommittally: "You guess..."

The old man shook his head suddenly, "I don't care whether you are a boy or a girl. Girls are more enjoyable. First, rape, then kill... Anyway, I still charge you the same!"

His wrist sank, and a long black knife sank into his hand.

"Ling Luoyu, are you going to come and die obediently, or am I going to go up and chop you into pieces?"

Ling Luoyu flipped his fingertips, and the silver needle appeared: "Why don't you take two steps and come over and chop me to death..."

"Haha... I have killed so many people, and you are the first one to talk to me so easily!"

The old man laughed wildly, his black knife standing upright.

"Remember, my name is Qiu Zhen. When you get to the King of Hell, remember to tell me my name..."

Ling Luoyu's smile became even more evil: "You probably don't know... I am the King of Hell!"

Qiu Zhen roared and rushed forward, the black knife slashed through the air and killed him.

Ling Luoyu's black eye blade flashed with light. Judging from the force exerted by the black blade, his profound energy was at the third level of Xuanba. No wonder he dared to be so arrogant and arrogant, and he was sure to suffer.

With a sneer, the silver needle shot out of the air, passed through the raindrops, and penetrated into the meditation acupuncture point on Qiu Zhen's wrist.

"boom"

Chaos Yuanling burst out and broke into the meridians of the Qiu Formation.

With a muffled groan, Qiu Zhen's blade flipped over, and he retreated in despair.

The moment he withdrew his attack, the blade swiped across Ling Luoyu's back, creating a half-foot-long bloody gash.

Ling Luoyu's feet trembled and he almost lost his balance.

The burning pain in my back disappeared instantly.

Her eyes darkened: "There's poison on your knife?!"

The toxin numbs the wound so she doesn't feel the pain.

Qiu Zhen's meridians were damaged, and he was horrified in his heart. He immediately raised his head after hearing this.

"That's right! This poison is my own secret recipe, and I am the only one who has the antidote...I can also tell you that if you don't take the antidote within half an hour, you will definitely die..."
Chapter completed!