Yin Chengfeng heard Yan Wuyou say he wanted to absorb the blood of his lover, and he was immediately furious, "Witch! What magic weapon do you have to use? If you harm someone, today is your burial place!"

Yan Wuyou chuckled softly, "What magic weapon do I have? The 'Seven Curves and Nine Corridors' are asked to be broken. This 'Bone Transformation Pool' cannot melt your bones, and the 'Purgatory Oil' cannot blow up your skin. The 'Collection of Divine Needle' was taken away by you again. The 'Soul-Staying Technique' cannot control you. What else do I have to let you slaughter."

She said all the vicious methods lightly, as if the cruel poisons were not what she had set up, and the more she said they became more and more pitiful.

Jianghuo Fishing Boat heard those sad words unconsciously felt a little pity for her.

I suddenly felt something was wrong, but my eyes seemed to be unable to move away. I knew I shouldn't look at it anymore, but I couldn't help but feel confused.

Zen Master Diming said, "Amitabha, God has the virtue of being a virtuous person. Although you have done many evil things, I will not hurt your life. As long as the female donor is willing to put down the butcher's knife and return to the Shaolin of Songshan Mountain with us, from then on, he will face the wall and repent and repent to atone for his sins. I think Tan Yue will not make things difficult for you!"

Xie Dafang, led by the 'Revenge Seven Heroes', roared, "Old monk! Can you let her go! Our masters and junior brothers are all dead in her hands, how can we let her go!"

Yan Wuyou opened her cherry lips slightly, and said with a smile, "Look, you four masters are kind and willing to let me go, but they will not let me go."

The four monks in Shaolin bowed their heads and proclaimed the Buddha's name, "Amitabha!"

Yan Wuyou interrupted with a smile, "The Buddha's chant you sang is not very nice, so let me sing a song to relieve everyone's boredom."

Cui Lue Shang shouted anxiously, "Don't let her sing!"

After saying that, you must take the lead.

But Yan Wuyou had already started dancing. The white gauze whirled a few times, and the soft jade hands, like petals, and the face of snow-like jade sang crisply and gracefully, "The clouds think of clothes, flowers think of appearance, and the spring breeze blows through the threshold and the dew is thick..."

Cui Lue Shang's figure immediately stopped and he couldn't help but stop his movements.

Qu Benlei's expression softened, Cai Yudan's face was also peaceful, and the "Revenge Seven Heroes" was even more at a loss. He forgot all his hatred and was fascinated by hearing it.

Even the four Shaolin monks were not spared.

The Jianghuo Fishing Boat and other players were even more unbearable, and their eyes were fixed on the slim figure singing and dancing.

There is another even more amazing thing. Feng Yifei seemed to be completely captured by his mind, and slowly walked towards Yan Wuyou step by step.

Using Feng Yifei's martial arts, he used his body movements, and his actions were like a glimpse of light and free, but at this moment, he seemed to have a heavy weight, moving forward step by step.

Cui Lue Shang was very anxious. He had already discovered the beautiful and charming eyes, staring at Feng Yifei, with his slender fingers lightly hooked, as if a passionate woman was calling for her lover and going to Wushan together.

The beautiful and carefree danced slowly, and the singing was beautiful, and it really looked like the spring scenery of the palace. Yang Yuhuan's graceful and elegant charm and the romantic history of Emperor Minghuang of Tang were all vividly in front of everyone's hearts. Everyone was even more swaying. Only the beautiful and carefree singing was heard, "...If I hadn't seen it on the top of the jade mountain, I had met under the moon on the Yaotai..."

Everyone was obsessed with it and couldn't control themselves.

Yan Wuyou is not only singing, but also her dancing posture is a means to capture people's minds and confuse people's minds.

"Brother Feng, wake up!" Cui Lue Shang shouted, and it was difficult to speak anymore. With his cultivation, he could not control Qi Nian, let alone others.

He could only struggle to move forward and struggle to make it difficult, and he could not use his body skills to interrupt Yan Wuyou's singing and dancing.

"...A red dew condenses fragrance, clouds and rains in Wushan are heartbroken,... I would like to ask who is like the Han Palace, and the poor flying swallow leans on new makeup..."

With the faint resentment and lingering songs, the wind is almost approaching Yan Wuyou.

The singing suddenly stopped, but Yan Wuyou's figure twisted like a spiritual snake. Her jade hands flew gently, and with her gorgeous dance posture, she was enough to capture everyone.

The 'Revenge Seven Heroes' and several players such as Jianghuo Fishing Boat were unable to control themselves and danced.

Everything is under Yan Wuyou's control.

The red lips opened lightly, "Fenglang, please use your most powerful martial arts to help me kill them, okay?"

"Okay!" Feng Yifei took a step forward like a walking corpse.

"When we kill them, we can enjoy the joy of fish and water. I can do it for you, and I can't help it..." Yan Wuyou seemed to really like Feng Yifei, and could no longer control her dancing posture. She was even more tempting. Her waist was twisted and her half-open clothes exposed her jade-like skin. Her slender hands stroked her soft red lips, and she slid all the way past her fair and slender neck, slowly passing from the towering place.

A sensational moan even drifted from Sakura's mouth, "Go quickly."

"Okay!" Feng Yifei agreed again, and instantly turned into silver-haired and red eyes, with a majestic appearance.

Suddenly, his hands poked out like lightning, and his thumbs pressed against Yan Wuyou's vital chest and abdomen.

The dazzling blue light flashed violently.

Yan Wuyou didn't expect that Feng Yifei would get out of control and start a sudden attack.

If you are caught off guard, you will accept everything as you wish.

The body-protecting energy was penetrated and torn apart like a piece of thin paper under the combined attack of the sword that was as powerful as thunder.

The extremely sharp sword energy passed through her delicate body.

At about the same time, a long and clear roar like a dragon's roar rang out.

"You..." Yan Wuyou had only had time to say a word, and her face was held by a hand, and her whole body was pressed to the ground.

Dozens of white sword energy emerged out of thin air, wrapping Yan Wuyou's body around, spinning and cutting wildly, and blood splattering everywhere.

Yan Wuyou couldn't even resist, because the rolling blood-colored mist dissipated, condensed into thousands of tentacles, locking her all over her body and limbs tightly.

Not only was it locked, but it also pulled her strength away.

"Senior brother... save me..." a shrill shout.

But Feng Yifei pointed at the Jingzhe and blasted down again.

Yan Wuyou's cry immediately stopped abruptly and there was no more noise.

"I have never seen such a big boss who is easy to kill!" Feng Yifei clapped his hands and stood up.

The four Buddha's yells were thunderous, like dragons, like tigers, and there was a clanging sound like gold and iron. The sound was swaying everywhere, making people's ear drums buzzing.

Feng Yifei raised his hand and took his ears with his tail fingers, and secretly complained in his heart, "Four dead bald donkeys will roar now. Haven't you roared before? All Buddhist practices have been practiced on dogs!"

I just heard it very clearly. The first long roar was emitted by Yin Chengfeng. It seemed that he was indeed extremely calm and recovered from awakening faster than the four thieves in Shaolin.
Chapter completed!