Hearing this voice, Ye Xinglu's delicate body trembled slightly, a look of vigilance flashed across her face, and then she returned to her original relaxed posture. Her steps were still brisk, and she seemed not to be affected by the voice at all.

"I've let you escape sixteen times along the way. Could it be that you haven't noticed that I gave in on purpose?"

Ye Xinglu stopped and said solemnly to the pile of bamboo baskets next to her: "First of all, you didn't give in at all. This girl was able to escape only because of her own ability and had nothing to do with you. Secondly, you are only one and a half

A guy who has reached the threshold of the Immortal Realm can't even catch a little mouse like me. To be honest, I'm embarrassed for you."

The voice sneered slightly, seemingly disdainfully, and then said with a strong sense of ridicule: "Ye Xinglu, do you think too highly of yourself?"

Ye Xinglu raised her head and responded unceremoniously: "Yin Nanxuan, do you think you can trap me?"

She looked at the looming thin lines on the bamboo baskets and narrowed her eyes slightly: "This is the seventeenth time we have fought, and you still only know these little tricks."

"Don't forget, these little tricks you talk about have almost killed you many times."

Yin Nanxuan's tone was still full of sarcasm, and the voice seemed to come from all directions, and it was completely unclear where it actually originated.

"Zhang Xu, Wang Taichi, Song Zhuozhen...at least six saints have died in your hands. If you are not captured, it will be difficult to explain to the Immortal Lord."

Explain?

Ye Xinglu smiled sarcastically. This was not the first time she had dealt with Yin Nanxuan. Because of this guy, her actions in the Demon Realm had to be restrained. Every time she got entangled with him, she could only escape in an extremely thrilling way. In fact,

, they haven't really faced each other yet, and she doesn't even know whether the Suzaku envoy, who was sent to the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance shortly after taking office, is round or flat.

It's true that she can't give Shengge an explanation now, but what Yin Nanxuan wants is definitely not that explanation.

As for those so-called Holy Sons, a group of shameless people who used the name of the Holy Pavilion to show off their sense of superiority that they didn't know where they came from. Once she saw them, she killed them. This kind of punishment and promotion of evil

However, Yin Nanxuan's good deeds became the basis for satisfying his own goals, and she had to be disappointed.

Ye Xinglu stomped her steps slightly, a nervous look appeared on her face.

If she stopped before because she was aware of Yin Nanxuan's presence and had to determine the surrounding situation, now she has no choice but to stop here.

Countless tiny and imperceptible threads have completely wrapped around her. When ordinary people pass by, they will inevitably step on these threads. This will have no consequences, will not stick to the soles of their shoes, and will not feel anything, but

Ye Xinglu knew that if she touched these thin lines, the consequences would definitely be very bad.

She hasn't tried it and never wants to.

Ye Xinglu quickly looked around and sighed helplessly.

There were a lot of these thin lines, and they spread very quickly. Even the place one step behind her was firmly blocked by these thin lines. In about five seconds, these thin lines would be able to move in all directions.

She wrapped herself around, and on this road where there were still some pedestrians, she had no way to avoid it. She could only watch as the space for her to move became smaller and smaller.

Like a flying insect that accidentally hit a spider web, she was already trapped in a situation where she was surrounded by enemies from all sides.

If this was her first time dealing with Yin Nanxuan, she would really be helpless.

But now, she has escaped sixteen attacks from Yin Nanxuan. Although she has never actually met Yin Nanxuan, she has a rough outline of him in her mind.

Just like two people playing chess, they can see each other's character from their chess moves.

To sum it up, it’s just one word.

dirty.

Coincidentally, she also has a dirty heart. Now that they meet on a narrow road, it is natural to compare whose heart is dirtier.

In addition to those dense silk threads, there were many footprints behind her.

Those were the footprints she left along the way. They were not conspicuous on the street after the light rain, but they were still there.

When these series of footprints are connected together, they form a unique picture.

Ye Xinglu leaned back slightly, a breeze blew by, and she was no longer where she was.

There was a disdainful sneer among the neighbors.

Ye Xinglu has a deep understanding of Yin Nanxuan's methods, and he has gradually figured out Ye Xinglu's usual methods. Moreover, Ye Xinglu has already become quite famous in the Holy Pavilion for his fighting method of drawing the Tao.

He was very confident that this time, Ye Xinglu would not be able to escape his grasp.

…

Ye Xinglu appeared under a big tree on the outskirts of the town.

That was the starting point for her painting. Next to it, she deliberately left three small paintings to cover the air. However, when she stepped on it, she already discovered something was wrong.

Her three scrawled paintings have been covered by the grass.

Also covered are the many thin lines hidden under the soil.

In just an instant, countless silk threads rose from the ground, like a huge tsunami that could swallow everything, and directly captured Ye Xinglu into it. Thousands of silk threads quickly gathered, and in just a moment, Ye Xinglu had been bundled into a cocoon with uneven texture.

, and she didn't even respond.

A proud chuckle resounded in the town, but after this chuckle, there was also a surprised and low snort.

The silk cocoon that wraps "Ye Xinglu" in layers is collapsing. Countless elements of different colors seep out from the silk threads and slowly dissipate in the air. In the process, there seems to be a faint sound of ridicule.

came out from it.

Yin Nanxuan instantly understood that what he had caught was not Ye Xinglu, but a dummy drawn by Ye Xinglu with elements. The real Ye Xinglu had already left along another path she left, making it difficult for him to find her for a while.

traces.

He lost Ye Xinglu's whereabouts, and he lost this battle.

Yin Nanxuan's eyebrows were a bit more sinister, but the smile on his lips was a bit more playful.

The first time he met Ye Xinglu was two months ago. This man escaped to the demon town because he committed a crime.

The worldly person who temporarily avoided trouble was really to his taste. After she took action to kill the Holy Son for the first time, he had enough reason to hunt her down, and then controlled her in his hands. The restlessness of her body and the skills in her body

Tell him that as long as he gets this woman's Yuan Yin, he will definitely find a way to achieve the immortal level.

So he took action for the first time, but unfortunately Ye Xinglu saw through it. After that, his many attempts failed, and Ye Xinglu became aware of his intentions.

After the twelfth shot, it took him three days to find the thirteenth opportunity.

After that, his actions were separated by about two days.

Today, it has only been more than a day since he last took action.

He knew why. Although he was always the one getting the short end of the stick in their fights, the one who would be hurt would only be Ye Xinglu, not Yin Nanxuan.

The gap in cultivation was such that Ye Xinglu did not dare to fight him head-on. Even if he wanted to escape, he had to use all his strength to escape.

Escape cannot last forever.

Ye Xinglu's footsteps are constantly slowing down. Even if he still can't control it, as long as he keeps consuming her so that she has no time to suppress the injuries in her body, no matter how many tricks she has, she will always miss. This miss will

There is absolutely no way to escape from his grasp.

Yin Nanxuan was looking forward to that day. Countless thin lines began a frantic search in a place where the demon people couldn't see, and finally found some clues in a certain cave.

Yin Nanxuan walked out of the small town, and the countless silk threads quietly retracted into his sleeves, as if they had never appeared before.

He was very happy now, and the frustration of being escaped by Ye Xinglu again was gone.

Although he didn't know how Ye Xinglu kept her internal injuries from getting worse, he already knew the direction of her progress, and he was confident that he would give Ye Xinglu another surprise tonight.

He took a step forward, but frowned slowly when he landed.

"Danxiang?"

Those ubiquitous thin lines were an extension of his senses. Although he was only vaguely aware of them, he did smell the residual fragrance of elixir.

Where did Ye Xinglu get the elixir?

Who gave her the elixir?

when?

A flash of sadness passed between his eyebrows, and Yin Nanxuan showed a look of sudden realization on his face. He looked forward with a sneer and said: "Why do I always feel that there is someone around her to help? It turns out to be you."

"As the son of the Immortal Lord and the Qinglong Envoy of my Holy Pavilion, you shield your fellow sect who committed the crime. Do you know the consequences?"

Dongfang Xi walked out of the woods.

His steps were calm and his expression was calm. The only thing that was not calm was the purple lightning wrapped around him.

At the same time, Yin Nanxuan clearly felt that the mark he had left with a thin line in that cave had been quietly erased by a bolt of thunder.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

Facing Yin Nanxuan's question, Dongfang Xi responded resonantly.
Chapter completed!