At this critical moment of life and death, Ye Chengchou was stronger than Sui Ziang. He still pressed his hand against the dagger and hissed: "Li Bochen... you and I have nothing to do..."
But Li Bochen only stared into his eyes, paused again, and stabbed another inch with the dagger!
Blood foam suddenly appeared from Ye Chengchou's mouth. Although his hands were still exerting strength, they had become as strong as a child. His eyes began to roll around, his lips trembled slightly and he kept mumbling, as if he was still begging for mercy.
Li Bochen pressed down harder, and the resistance suddenly disappeared, and the blade completely disappeared into his chest.
The forest suddenly became quiet and the wind stopped. The sand, gravel, dead leaves, and branches that had been blown into the sky all rustled down.
Li Bochen felt that he had no strength, but he still pulled out his dagger and touched Ye Chengchou's forehead twice. Then he sat up against his body, glanced at the tree, and saw Sui Ziang still unconscious on the ground. I glanced towards the edge of the pool again and saw the tiger possessing a dragon staring blankly in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.
He used Yaohou to cut off Ye Chengchou's clothes and began to wrap his arms. He had lost a lot of blood, and now his vision was blurred, and the surrounding scenery seemed far and near. He knew that he could not fall asleep at this time, so he asked himself to think about something.
I think Ye Chengchou looked cold and aloof, but he would beg for mercy when he was about to die. I don't know what he said in the last few words. I also thought that I had knocked out a temple monk at the Nourishing Qi Realm and then killed a sect monk at the Dragon and Tiger Realm in one day. If this kind of thing was reported, no one would believe it... No!
He sat up straight and stared. Before Ye Chengchou died, he murmured, if he was really begging for mercy, why didn't he say it out loud? He thought again of the direction where the tiger was looking just now, and his mind went numb——
He is not begging for mercy, he is doing something! !
Tiger luck! !
He immediately collapsed and his Yin spirit came out of his body!
Guessed it. A ghost that looked exactly like Ye Chengchou was drifting away into the distance. The ghosts of ordinary people will remain as they were before death, confused and unexamined. But the Yin spirit of Ye Chengchou was no different from when he was alive. It must be because of the practices he performed before his death that the Yin spirit's sanity was preserved!
Once this thing merges with the tiger's luck, it really becomes a tiger!
Ye Chengchou's Yin spirit turned around and saw him, with a look of shock on his face: "You... spirit master!?"
With a sway of his body, he fled dozens of steps away, heading straight to the waterfall on the east side of the canyon. Li Bochen knew something was wrong and immediately followed him. In the past, his Yin spirit left the body alone, and he walked consciously like the wind, which was extremely fast. But at this time, the Yin spirit chasing Ye Chengchou found that he was faster than himself. I wonder if it had something to do with his cultivation level.
Zhangshanjun said before that he gave up his "luck", but he never knew what "luck" looked like. But now it was a Yin spirit, so he could see it vaguely.
Just above the waterfall, there was a vague thing, like mist. Many "tentacles" were also explored, extending in all directions, and I don't know where they will converge. This thing does look like mist. When you look at the fog from a distance, you can see the appearance of a "cloud of fog", but when you really get closer, you can't see anything.
The same is true for luck. When you really "see" with your eyes, there is nothing. But when you're not looking, you know it's there.
Ye Chengchou ran towards the thing. Li Bochen was not as fast as him. He only walked to the edge of the cliff when he had reached the top of the cliff. Ye Chengchou seemed to realize that Li Bochen would never be able to stop him again, so he turned his face and sneered: "Li Bochen, see you in the dark world!"
At this moment, he was back to the calm and calm look of an expert before, but his eyes were flashing with coldness, and he must be filled with hatred in his heart.
But he didn't say it was just a return to the underworld. As soon as he said these two words, Li Bochen's heart skipped a beat and he immediately threw his hand away!
Then he saw a thin iron chain on his wrist swelling in the wind and turning into a green iron rope. As soon as the iron rope appeared, it immediately followed his will and rushed straight to the top of the cliff, tying Ye Chengchou tightly!
Ye Chengchou was horrified. The light on his body was shining. He didn't know how many kinds of magic he had used, but he could do nothing with the iron rope. At this time, he finally hissed: "A'Zhu, you really can't bear to look at me——"
Li Bochen was afraid that the night would be long and he would have many dreams, so he pulled the iron rope back with a strong pull. When he used this lock to collect the Yin spirit in Tao's house, the Yin spirit would curl up on the iron rope and turn into a small shiny bead. Maybe Ye Chengchou had some cultivation skills, so he didn't shrink even after being pulled back, but his figure was flickering.
Seeing that he was still struggling, Li Bochen raised the other end and slapped him all over the body. After more than a dozen lashes, Ye Chengchou shrank, his face became dull, and he became like a small bead on a rope. But this bead is different from others. You can still see a very small person inside.
He turned the chain into a thin bracelet and turned to look at Tiger Zhang: "Tiger, his ghost spirit has been taken away by me. Do you want it?"
At this time, Zhangshanjun finally sat down slowly by the pool and whispered: "I said, life or death, it is his fate."
Li Bochen felt calm for a moment, but couldn't help but look up at the cliff.
There is good luck there. It was the first time he saw such a thing, and he was really curious. Hearing that the tiger's tone didn't seem to be detrimental to him for the time being, he thought about it and jumped up.
He didn't know where the boundary of this "luck" was, but when he tried to walk forward for a while, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, as if he had touched something. The next moment, there was a sudden buzz in my head, filled with a wave of sound. These sounds were very similar to the murmurs he would hear when he had nightmares, but he couldn't make out what those murmurs were saying, but these were clearly audible.
When an ordinary person listens to one, two, or even two or three people talking, he can probably distinguish the content with some effort, but if there are more people, he may not be able to understand everything. But these voices sounded in his head, but every one of them could be heard clearly.
Some are "Tiger, please bless my Ashu to have another son", and some are "Tiger, please let me hunt a white deer." These are well-intentioned prayers. But there are also some that sound malicious and twisted, such as "Tell him to die in the mountains tomorrow."
Only a moment later - but Li Boxen felt like a quarter of an hour - he quickly took a few steps back before the voice finally disappeared from his mind.
Yin Ling didn't need to breathe, but his chest rose and fell instinctively. Those voices were too loud, containing too many emotions and too many complexities. He only touched it for a moment and felt that his head was going to explode... Then Mr. Zhang, is he listening to this all the time?
No wonder these tigers have weird personalities. Even if they are good people, they must go crazy. After being tortured like this, his resentment towards Zhangshanjun was relieved a lot - it was really rare for her to be able to talk and act like that before.
