North of Jianling City, a bustling neighborhood.

Even though it was late at night, there were still cars and people passing by on the street. All kinds of neon lights hung high, giving the whole street a different kind of charm.

You can see couples hugging each other on the streets everywhere, amidst the hustle and bustle of midnight, dotted with a little bit of sweet charm.

Looking at the couples in love, Shen Yiyan couldn't help but pause for a moment. The envy in his eyes concealed the pain and loss in his heart.

Not daring to stay too long, Shen Yiyan quickly took a quick glance at Bing Chen and Ling Xuan.

The next moment, a warm big hand gently grasped her Rouyi. Shen Yiyan's delicate body trembled, and when she saw Qian Mo's slightly red cheeks, there was also a hint of redness on her face. Pink, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Seeing this, Ling Xuan quickly stepped forward and walked in front of them. There was a hint of confusion in her eyes, and she sighed secretly.

"Xuan'er!"

Shen Yiyan grabbed Ling Xuan's wrist, carefully broke away from Bing Chen's big hand, smiled apologetically, and then trotted away while pulling Ling Xuan.

"Yi Yan, you?" Ling Xuan asked in a panic.

"I am satisfied that he has me in his heart. We are destined to be destined to have no destiny." Shen Yiyan said with a bitter tone.

"Brother, he..."

She wanted to say something, but when the words came to her lips, Ling Xuan didn't know how to speak. Too many words would hurt Shen Yiyan even more, and she couldn't bear it, let alone not want to.

"Xuan'er, Bingchen has you in his heart. Please accompany him well in the days to come." Shen Yiyan said softly.

Ling Xuan blushed and quickly turned her head away.

Private Flower Pavilion, one of the destinations for Bingchen and the other two people on their trip. According to Shen Yiyan, this place was set up by Zhou Zhihuang's cauldron to help him absorb the essence of strong men for his cultivation.

The first floor of the Private Flower Pavilion is a ballroom covering an area of ​​thousands of square meters. It stays up almost all night. Dozens of seductive girls in various costumes walk through the hall, providing various kinds of entertainment to hundreds of guests who are having a passionate carnival. Serve.

Taking Bing Chen and Ling Xuan with them, the three of them crossed directly over the first and second floors and went straight to the door of the largest private room on the third floor.

"Come to think of it, that woman is doing something disgraceful." Shen Yiyan said with a trace of sarcasm on his lips.

Hearing this, Ling Xuan immediately blushed and subconsciously took a few steps back.

"Oh, I forgot, our Xuan'er is still a yellow flower girl."

After giving Shen Yiyan a hard look, Ling Xuan gritted her teeth and snorted softly.

"Let's go, it's not what you think. Although Zhou Zhihuang is disgusting, he won't let his woman behave in an ambiguous manner with other men."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Yiyan pushed the door open and walked in.

"Want to die?"

A sweet shout came, and following the sound, I looked around and saw a scantily clad woman sitting cross-legged on a big bed in the room. She was performing kneading with one hand, and the other hand was holding a hand that was lying in front of her. A man with a strong build wearing big pants holds his head above his head.

However, as soon as the woman finished speaking, her embroidered eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and a look of vigilance appeared on her face. Then, the woman jumped to the head of the bed and pressed her finger directly towards a red dot.

"snort!"

Shen Yiyan hummed softly, raised her hand, and was about to insert a fine needle, but she saw that Bingchen had already taken a step ahead of her. A trace of cold air shot out instantly, and before the woman touched the red dot, her movements suddenly stopped.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Yu Chuxia, haven't you always ignored me? Why are you so afraid of me today?" Shen Yiyan mocked.

Hearing this, the woman named Yu Chuxia showed a hint of embarrassment on her face, but she immediately hid it and acted obediently, saying, "What did Yi Yan say? We sisters don't get along well." Isn’t it always pleasant?”

"Yeah?"

When he said this, Bingchen and the others had already arrived beside Yu Chuxia.

Glancing at the young man who had lost all his vitality, Shen Yiyan raised Yu Chuxia's delicate chin frivolously and joked: "You are really good at this little vixen, one every day, right? No wonder Zhou Zhihuang dotes on you so much."

Forcing herself to smile awkwardly, Yu Chuxia tried her best to appear well-behaved and friendly, but in fact, she had already greeted all the eighteen generations of Shen Yiyan's ancestors in her heart.

"Okay, I'm too lazy to talk to you. You know my current situation and the purpose of coming here today. I guess you can guess it." Shen Yiyan's tone suddenly turned cold and said.

Yu Chuxia's pupils shrank slightly, and she quickly made a pitiful look and said, "Yi Yan, you can't do this to me. We are both miserable women, so why should we hurt each other."

"snort!"

Shen Yiyan snorted coldly, and the dagger immediately unsheathed, swaying slightly in front of Yu Chuxia's eyes for a few times, reflecting a cold light.

Seeing the coldness in Shen Yiyan's expression and the murderous intent in his eyes, and feeling the coldness of the dagger touching his face, Yu Chuxia's heart sank to the bottom, and her eyes were full of panic.

"Yi Yan, don't, don't do this, please, please let me go." Yu Chuxia begged with tears in her eyes.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Shen Yiyan's mouth, and he said in a cold voice: "Let you go? Okay, for the sake of being a sister, I will give you a chance."

As if grabbing a life-saving straw, Yu Chuxia quickly showed a smile that was uglier than crying. But before she could say anything flattering, Shen Yiyan swallowed back what she was about to say with her next sentence.

"Call everyone who belongs to Zhou Zhihuang here, don't play any tricks."

"What are you going to do!" Yu Chuxia said with a vigilant look.

"snort!"

Shen Yiyan snorted coldly, and a wisp of blood immediately flowed down Yu Chuxia's cheek, scaring her into shutting up.

A few minutes later, eight monks with varying levels of spiritual cultivation gathered in the room. Most of them were only at the second or third level of the spiritual realm. The one with the highest cultivation level was a middle-aged man who had reached the fourth level of the spiritual realm.

"Boss Yu, why did you call us all here?"

"Chu Xia, do you have any instructions?"

"Hey, boss, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so bad?"

After hearing this, the eight monks noticed that Yu Chuxia had not said a word or moved since they came in, and everyone suddenly became wary.

However, at this moment, several ice needles that were almost invisible to the naked eye suddenly shot through the air. Except for the fourth-level Naling monk who dodged at the critical moment, the other seven people froze instantly.

"who!"

With a loud shout, the fourth-level Naling monk immediately unsheathed his sword and retreated sharply. However, before he could retreat to the door, a figure holding a long sword appeared strangely, blocking his way.

"Fifth level of Naling!"

His pupils shrank, but he couldn't care so much. The monk swung his sword, intending to strike first and repel Ling Xuan.

"snort!"

With a cold snort, the Ningshuang Sword pulled out a sword flower, and then there was a crisp sound, and the tip of the sword flew out.

With a look of horror on his face, the monk on the fourth level of Naling retreated decisively, kicked his feet fiercely, and rushed towards the balcony.

However, as soon as he took a step, he felt a sudden pain in his waist, and then his whole body went numb quickly, and he fell to the ground with a bang. He was shocked, and immediately burst out his spiritual power crazily. However, he was horrified to find that his spiritual power was actually

It is not functioning smoothly, and the muscles and veins all over the body are frozen at an extremely fast speed.

"Hey, it seems that with the current level of cultivation, the number of Ice Soul Mysterious Needles that can be fired at one time should not exceed three." Bing Chen appeared in front of everyone and said as if talking to himself.

With a flash of his body, Bing Chen came to the third-level monk Yi Na Ling, grabbed his shoulder, and punched him out.

Poof, a mouthful of blood spurted out. The man immediately collapsed to the ground, his body bent into a shrimp shape. Then he immediately looked at the other man. In his frightened eyes, he also grabbed his shoulder and punched him.

Within a few breaths, all eight people fell to the ground, wailing incessantly, and blood sprayed all over the ground. Even a few delicate-looking women among them did not escape the claws of the ice dust.

"Blood Alchemy!"

Bingchen grabbed the head of one of them and shouted.

A faint blood mist seeped out of the human body, and a shrill scream rang out. The man shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, his skin quickly lost its luster and wrinkled, and his hair turned pale in a matter of breaths.

A few minutes later, with a muffled bang, the man was thrown to the ground.

There is no longer any vitality, the face is ferocious, and the scarlet eyes are prominent. The whole body has been soaked with dark red blood, as if the blood all over the body has seeped out of the body, dyeing a large area around it with a scarlet color. The whole person looks like a dead body.

The corpse has been mummified for a long time, and its body shape is shriveled, and its appearance in life can only be roughly discerned.

Looking at the dim blood soul pill in his hand, Bingchen's eyes were filled with strange excitement, and his eyes were colder than before.

"ah!"

A scream came, but Yu Chuxia's beautiful face turned pale and her whole body was trembling.

Not only her, but Shen Yiyan on the side was also interested, looking at Bing Chen with disbelief and even a hint of fear.

In order to collect essence for Zhou Zhihuang, she herself has killed people, and many people have died in her hands, but she has never tortured people to death in such a bloody way. Even when sucking a man's essence, she must first

Stun him and try to reduce his pain with a guilty attitude. But now, she suddenly felt that Bing Chen was a little strange, and he was no longer the person she knew before.

Ling Xuan frowned slightly, but then sighed softly. Bingchen's temperament changed drastically at this time. She knew it must be because of the blood soul skill, but she was not worried. She believed that Lan Youmeng would not see Bingchen lost.

Mind.

He glanced at Yu Chuxia lightly, with an evil smile on his lips, which frightened Yu Chuxia into shutting up quickly and not daring to make the slightest sound. However, the trembling of her delicate body became more obvious, and her eyes were completely occupied by fear.

"Don't panic, it's not your turn yet." Bing Chen said with an evil smile.

Hearing this, Yu Chuxia's face suddenly turned pale, she tightly covered her red lips, and two lines of tears flowed out at once.

"No, don't kill me!"

"Please, don't kill...ah..."

Ignoring the man's prayers, Bing Chen once again grabbed the other man's head.

"I smell the strong smell of blood on your hands, you all deserve to die." Bing Chen said with an evil look on his face.

Half an hour later, playing with eight Blood Soul Pills, Bingchen came to Yu Chuxia with scarlet eyes.
To be continued...