Wen Yi, wearing a mask and black men's clothing, walked out of the darkness.
She looked at the dagger of doom in Zhu Xiangrong's hand and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
Zhu Xiangrong has a cautious and suspicious character.
If a monk appears in a brothel, even if he brings Qi into his body, he will leave immediately.
Wen Yi, who got his exact location, asked a man from the government to enter the brothel.
Before entering, cooperate with Wen Yi to extract his mind so that he will not have any desire for the woman in the brothel, and then hang the dagger of doom on his body.
This client cannot be a pawn of a trafficker, nor can he be someone who looks very shabby.
He must be someone who can tell at a glance that he loves to show off, has too much money and has a bad mind. Hanging the treasure outside will not arouse Zhu Xiangrong's suspicion.
The second part of the plan is for the officials to rush in and conduct an investigation, and they must really catch the fugitive.
Thanks to two 'coincidences', Zhu Xiangrong was able to leave the brothel with the dagger of doom and walk to the outskirts where there were few people to avoid hurting innocent people.
Wen Yi suggested the first plan, and the government provided the second plan.
Zhu Xiangrong saw that the person who came was a Foundation Establishment monk and sneered, "Are you the one who unveiled the list the day before yesterday? Haha, are those losers in the government crazy? Let a Foundation Establishment monk deal with me."
Having said that, Zhu Xiangrong did not underestimate Wen Yi.
"Snapped!"
A whip wrapped in thorns struck the thermometer with firelight.
What a fast speed.
Wen Yi exclaimed and dodged dexterously.
The whip of thorns blocked Wen Yi's hiding place as if it had eyes.
"Bah bang bang!"
The whip missed and hit a boulder weighing hundreds of kilograms, which instantly fell into pieces.
Wen Yi relied on his ruthless intuition to dodge several times, but the suppression of his realm was an unavoidable flaw.
"Snapped!"
A whip covered with thorns and barbs hit Wen Yi's shoulder, and the sharp thorns pierced into the flesh. She frowned, raised her hand to use her long sword to open the whip, and instead of running away, she faced the difficulty and rushed forward, seizing the opportunity to get close to Zhu Xiangrong.
The sharp sword went straight to Zhu Xiangrong's heart.
Suddenly, a ball of fire erupted from his body. Wen Yi hurriedly backed away and used the misplacement to stick the puppet charm on Zhu Xiangrong's body.
"I just said why you keep dodging, it turns out you want to attack." Zhu Xiangrong laughed at Wen Yi's naivety, "You don't naively think that I will leave a weak point for you, do you?"
The whip of thorns is like a poisonous snake with eyes. One whip divides into hundreds and rushes towards the place where Wen Yi is in all directions, forming a cage of thorns to cover him.
Wen Yi's feet erupted with strong killing intent. She held the sword in both hands, and the silvery white stream of light blocked the overwhelming thorns and spikes.
"Dangdangdang——"
The long sword made a clanking sound when it came into contact with the vines. Wen Yi's jaws were numb from the shock. She gasped, and bright red blood soaked out of her palms.
"Is this the ability of the Golden Core Realm? Nothing more than that!"
Wen Yi couldn't figure out what delusions he could use to stimulate the dagger of doom.
But what is certain is that the thought of killing must be one of the delusions.
"Bang!"
Wen Yi cut a big hole in the cage made of thorns and vines, and she nimbly got out.
Suddenly, her spiritual intuition told her that there was danger ahead.
Wen Yi temporarily changed his body shape and dived downwards.
"Bang!"
The thorny vines waiting outside the cage suddenly stabbed at Wen Yi's position, rushing into the cage and ruthlessly tearing it into pieces.
Wen Yi was shocked. If she had reacted slower, she would have died on the spot.
"Tsk." Wen Yi fell to the ground, "This attack of yours is far worse than the one my senior brother hit me with. Is your cultivation level fake?"
The scornful ridicule was like a slap on Zhu Xiangrong's face. His expression suddenly changed. He originally wanted to tease Wen Yi, but now it was difficult to calm down the resentment in his heart without killing her.
"You're looking for death!"
The whip of thorns suddenly turned into hundreds of poisonous spiked vines, rushing down to cover the sky and the sun.
"Looks like he's really angry." Wen Yi held the long sword and did not flinch. Instead, she faced the difficulties head-on.
The ruthless killing sword must be enlightened between life and death. Keep dodging to stimulate the potential of death in the heart. The silver streamer flashes on the long sword.
"Dangdangdang——"
Wen Yi swung his sword so fast that only a shadow remained.
Savagely growing vines attacked from all directions, with each attack getting faster and tougher. Wen Yi's shoulders, arms, back, calves and other places were scratched by thorn barbs with bone-deep wounds.
Sharp pain swept through the whole body, and there was no good spot on Wen Yi's body.
"How dare you be so arrogant even in the Foundation Establishment realm." Zhu Xiangrong formed a seal on his palm, and the thorns once again turned into an indestructible cage, fastening Wen Yi within it, "Corrosion!"
A spell containing powerful power fell on the thorn vines, and scarlet flowers bloomed on each vine. The poisonous mucus dripped onto the ground, instantly burning out one after another terrifying black holes. .
Wen Yi used his sword to cut off the scarlet flowers with sharp teeth while dodging the slime falling from the air.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Zhu Xiangrong laughed loudly when he saw Wen Yi dodging in embarrassment. He had murderous intentions in his heart, and a blue flame flashed out of his palm.
"Go to hell, you overestimated ant." Zhu Xiangrong carefully opened the thorn cage to create a hole that could accommodate the flames.
With the hole opened, his eyes met Wen Yi's.
Layers of pink aura flew out of the beautiful peach blossom eyes, like a layer of pink mist. If you peel away one layer, there are countless layers, as if you can never see the eyes behind the mist.
Zhu Xiangrong's hand froze involuntarily, but the desire to kill in his mind became stronger and stronger, as if it had become a container for killing, and he wanted to cut Wen Yi into pieces with a thousand knives!
The highest state of being is to manipulate other people's emotions to control thoughts. Wen Yi's cultivation is low and he can only simply expand Zhu Xiangrong's delusional thoughts.
She was busy making seals.
The puppet charm attached to Zhu Xiangrong's body took effect.
Zhu Xiangrong recovered from the charm and was furious. He was about to cast a spell but felt that his body was stiff, like a puppet on a string.
At the same time, the dagger stolen from a mortal exudes strong malice.
"You...what did you do to me?" Zhu Xiangrong said word by word.
The master was restrained, and the movable cage of thorns turned into a dead thing. Wen Yi gritted his teeth and split open the cage with his sword pointing at Zhu Xiangrong's throat.
"Pfft!"
The long sword that should have penetrated Zhu Xiangrong's throat inserted strangely into his left shoulder.
At the same time, Zhu Xiangrong gradually broke free from the control of the puppet talisman.
Wen Yi looked at the lucky ancient coin flashing around his neck and couldn't help but sigh: "It can make the holder twice as lucky."
If the dagger of doom hadn't been on Zhu Xiangrong, Wen Yi wouldn't have been able to find out where he was.
"Sinister villain." Zhu Xiangrong, who gradually regained his strength, awakened the stiff whip of thorns, pushed out a light blue flame from his palm, and then slashed the whip towards Wen Yi's head.