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"Junior Sister Ye, have you heard strange sounds?" Yao Mo suddenly asked in doubt.

Sure enough, he heard it too.

So is it the evil spirit transformed by the formation spirit of this trial?

Ye Zhiyu was thinking about the evil ways, but his actions were not vague at all. She had already made up her mind that as long as the fake guy dared to show his face, she would immediately chop off its dog head with a sword.

"You also heard the boy's cry?" Ye Zhiyu asked.

Her expression was calm, and although her tone was calm, she felt a little unhappy.

She doesn't like to expose her past pain and past to others without permission. In her opinion, this kind of thing will definitely hurt him again.

"You're thinking too much." The system tried to enlighten her, "Rong Yu doesn't have such things as dignity. As early as when he was fed to the Pill of Shouyi, he was already a wild dog-like existence."

"I'll even hammer your head." Ye Zhiyu said coldly.

The system immediately shut up and knew that his flattery probably hit the horse's leg again.

Of course, Ye Zhiyu knew what Rong Yu was. This kind of inner demon who was not painful and itchy was not even as serious as his private punishment.

This young man does not have the concept of self-esteem and acts entirely on instinct. Sometimes reason tells him what is the choice to maximize his interests, but he often changes it without authorization because of his temporary joy and anger.

As for the bad consequences... I don't care at all.

But whether tolerate or not care does not mean that Ye Zhiyu doesn't care.

She will never forget the ridicule and sarcastic words that the head of the inner demon transformed into a magical heart stone.

Those are the words that everyone usually uses to mock Rong Yu. He looks cold on the surface, but deep down he actually remembers the words clearly.

So from then on, Ye Zhiyu began to reject personal attacks on others who dislike others and are unreasonable.

The things that Rong Yu are hers.

In other words, the dignity of her face represents her face.

Why do you want to lose her face for nothing? Does Ye Zhiyu seem to be such an easy person to mess with?

Ye Zhiyu was full of murderous aura, but Yao Mo's situation was not much better than hers.

"No, what I heard is..." Yao Mo's lips twitched slightly, but his words disappeared from his mouth.

He didn't need to explain, because the formation spirit incarnated had already walked out of the darkness.

Ye Zhiyu originally thought that the content of this trial would be similar to that of the Fantasy Heart Stone, and he chose the thing he was most afraid of, but she herself was not sure about this guess.

Because she has never really feared anything since she was a child. Even the problem of tolerance is more like a symbol of her powerlessness.

At least she couldn't determine whether Rong Yu's experience was her inner demon.

——Is Rongyu that important to her?

Ye Zhiyu doesn't believe it.

But soon, Yao Mo's reaction explained the origin of this trial.

He was originally suspicious about his guard around him, and his expression changed suddenly after seeing the person coming, and he subconsciously took a step back.

The first one to attack was Yao Mo's inner demon.

The formation spirit turned into a thin and tall middle-aged man in a blue shirt, like a scholar, with cold and serious eyes and a majestic temperament. He looked at Yao Mo and asked calmly: "Mo'er, do you know your mistake?"

If Ye Zhiyu had joined Tianxuan Sect earlier and had dealt with other top sects, he would have known that this Qingshan scholar was no one else, but Su Shunyi, the head of Xuanji Sect who died of illness five years ago.

But even without knowing Su Shunyi's identity, Ye Zhiyu could see the close relationship between Yao Mo and this middle-aged man.

Yao Mo, who had always been a slutty person, stood stiffly at this time, with his eyes floating, and did not dare to look at Su Shunyi.

"Can you carefully study the secret techniques of the Six Scenery that you teach you? Can you find the whereabouts of the Flame Blood Lotus you want to find?"

Yao Mo's lips trembled slightly and it was difficult to respond.

He couldn't answer any of the middle-aged people's questions.

"Why don't you want to come back?"

"Since you have any objections, why don't you tell your master?"

If Yao Mo could barely maintain the surface calmness of the previous problem, the two problems behind him seemed to directly hit his fatal point, causing his psychological defense to completely collapse.

Since meeting, Ye Zhiyu saw the venomous Taoist priest so unspeakable, and even looked vaguely terrified.

The formation spirit seemed to have no desire to attack. He asked questions without rushingly like Yao Mo's real master. Those questions seemed ordinary, but they could not get five. Yao Mo, who was still trembling with cold last second, was already sweating profusely. His face was scary, his hands were trembling slightly, and he almost couldn't even grasp the shitty grasp.

【I guess I didn’t catch up with the master’s death? Is it too late to deliver medicine?】

[This kind of speculation is too vulgar, he is a little bolder. He was angry and passive and slackened from work because he was angry and slackened, and he did not find the medicine.]

[Is your guess good? Be bolder, Yao Mo threw the flame blood lotus he got into the magma pool because of his dissatisfaction with his master, which resulted in the death of his master. Is there any internal smell?]

Not to mention the sense of déjà vu of the last guess, at least under the analysis of the barrage, Ye Zhiyu straightened out the current situation in the shortest time.

No matter what, she must not see her companions being tortured like this.

After all, she was just out of the matter and was so calm. She had seen her face and heart, and she should know more about how terrifying the inner demon is for a monk. The more delicate and tough the spiritual consciousness, the stronger the strength, the more injured the inner demon.

Ye Zhiyu made a starting move and prepared to cut off the head of the formation spirit with one blow.

"Mo, come here." Su Shunyi suddenly spoke.

At this moment, the serious middle-aged man finally softened his expression slightly and said warmly: "Come to Master."

Ye Zhiyu was too lazy to talk nonsense to him, but heard Yao Mo's voice tremblingly, "No."

Oh, is this going to break through the inner demon?

Thinking of this, Ye Zhiyu held down the hilt of the sword and temporarily slowed down the sword.

Being able to break through the inner demon by yourself is a great thing for any monk.

"Why?" Su Shunyi frowned slightly, "Are you still resenting your master? Let me tell you, as a teacher--"

"Because Master, you are dead!" Yao Mo burst out suddenly, and his emotions were a little out of control and shouted, "You have already..."

Ye Zhiyu didn't hear what happened next.

Because it was the next second when Su Shunyi talked, Yao Mo's existence disappeared instantly as if it was erased.

Only magma rolling and spitting out flames beside her, where is the figure of a venomous Taoist priest?

This formation spirit actually uses Shenyin as its main ability and does not have the means of active attack. However, as long as it cannot withstand the temptation of provocation and interacts with it, no matter what the reply is, it will be controlled by it and hidden by the famous clan.

It's better to keep being timid and ask her to slaughter the formation spirit with one knife and break the formation.

In annoyance, the boy's whimpering sounded again on the quiet volcano.

Ye Zhiyu's expression, which was originally slightly annoyed, suddenly returned to gloomy.

She almost forgot about this guy.

Isn't it really someone who thinks that learning to cry for a few times will scare her, no, no, no, right?

A mere tool person wants to manipulate her emotions?

Who gave this formation spirit so bold?

Ye Zhiyu gritted his teeth and sneered, but instead stopped drawing his sword. He waited for the formation spirit to appear on his own initiative and then opened a scoop on its head.

She wanted to see how that formation spirit would show, which led her to respond.

While she was waiting leisurely, the figure of the formation spirit slowly crawled out of the shadow.

It can't even be called crawling, but crawling.

Because that can no longer be called a human being.

【How come three episodes of fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking

【Oh my God I don’t want to recall!】

【Rongzaiqaq】

Ye Zhiyu's pupils tightened, and his originally provocative and sneered expression looked particularly stiff at this time.

The bloody child who slowly crawled towards her was suddenly the face of her heart and bones.

His sword bone was cut off, and the new mortal bone had not yet grown. He could only slowly move forward with the help of his muscles, and a bright red blood stain gradually stretched and extended under him.

For this child, activity is simply a kind of torture.

The extremely similar environment and characters almost made Ye Zhiyu subconsciously rush towards Xiao Rongyu, trying to stop him from torture he committed on him.

Fortunately, she rushed out and suddenly realized that this was just a formation spirit.

If she had communication and interaction, she would have fallen into this formation.

So she gritted her teeth and endured the anger in her heart, held the hilt of the sword tightly, and thought whether it would be considered an interaction with one knife.

The boy sobbed faintly and miserablely, and her temples stinged slightly.

But she could never stop him from drinking.
To be continued...