When Hua Feihua heard the stone statue speak, his knife did not slash down again, but instead retreated rapidly. The silver talisman in the air turned into silver light and turned into a token and flew back to his waist.

The savage sun hanging in the sky also turned into a golden token and flew back towards him.

The petrified sculpture seemed to have gradually returned to its original appearance because of the silver token. Ying Jiu raised his eyebrows slightly and stared at Hua Feihua.

The horror in Hua Feihua's eyes became increasingly intense. This man's method was too strange and he could not kill him no matter what. He didn't dare to stay anymore, just wanted to stay away from this man.

"Are you leaving?" Ying Jiu sighed and said, "How could you give up like this?"

The flowers on the snow are quickly dissipating, and the flowers have given up, ready to reclaim the power of the talisman seeds.

But the sea of ​​flowers that were slowly dissipating frozen, Yingjiu cried and said, "If you try again, you might be able to kill me. I beg you, you must kill me."

Hua Feihua trembled all over, and he retreated faster. At his speed, he should have appeared thousands or even ten thousand feet away, but he was still in front of Ying Jiu.

He realized that he could not escape at all. He gently patted the golden storage bag on his waist, and a black flag flew out of the storage bag. He connected his seals with his hands, and the black flag enveloped him.

His whole body was rolled up by the flags and contracted and disappeared here, but in an instant, the black flags appeared again and he returned to his original place.

The fear in his heart became stronger and stronger.

"Don't you want to kill me?" Two lines of tears came down in Yingjiu's eyes, "Are the flowers not beautiful enough? I'll help you."

The frozen sea of ​​flowers immediately bloomed, and each flower became larger and larger, and it stopped until each flower could wrap three people.

"Is the fire not strong enough? I can help you too."

The sea of ​​flowers burned a deep red flame, and it was no longer clear whether it was a flower or a fire, and the fireworks merged together.

Hua Feihua's eyes widened and he was gasping for breath. He felt as if his power had been exhausted.

"Oh, there's the sun." Yingjiu said.

The golden token on Hua Feihua's waist broke free, flew up, and turned into a larger round of sunshine, just like the sun falling from the sky.

The jasper token at his waist flew up and landed on his hand, turning into a more complex and powerful jasper knife.

Ying Jiu walked towards Hua Feihua, and there was no sadness on her face anymore. She just smiled evilly. She spread her arms and shouted, "Come on, kill me, this time it will definitely be fine."

Hua Feihua held the jasper knife and didn't know how to put it on, so he couldn't help but tremble all over.

He found Ying Jiu put his head under his knife, and half bent over and encouraged her, "Cut down vigorously, cut off my head, and cut it into ten pieces and eight pieces, I can't die, hurry, hurry, hurry."

"You madman." Hua Feihua screamed, and he threw away his jasper knife, "Madman, madman... you should kill me."

Hua Feihua's heart collapsed. He didn't want to face this monster anymore. As long as he could not face this monster, he would do anything.

Ying Jiu straightened her waist, and she showed a lonely look, "You trash, you stand and ask you to kill, you don't dare to kill you, you trash!"

"It's so dazzling." She raised her fist and smashed the sun with one punch.

"It's so boring," she said.

Evil ghosts crawled out of the huge stamens, and the evil ghosts rushed towards Hua Feihua, and the layers of evil ghosts covered Hua Feihua's figure.

Hua Feihua let out a shrill cry, as if he was in hell.

When the illusion dissipated, the jade crown of Hua Feihua had fallen on the snow, and he looked at the gray sky without any eyes.

Yingjiu came over, pulled out the rust knife, and cut off his head.

Hua Feihua was still laughing, it was a relieved smile, and he was finally relieved.

But because he was in the state of immortality, his head was cut off and he was still not dead for a while. He just opened his confused eyes.

Ying Jiu stepped on Hua Feihua's head, and her feet hooked and her head flew up. She looked as if no one was on the snow and kicked her head like a ball.

She hummed a tune, "You are a waste who is not even as good as a pig, and you will die in vain if you die, la la la la la la la la la..."

She stopped until the soul on her head dissipated and when she closed her eyes, she stopped and stepped on her again.

With a bang, the head exploded like a watermelon, splashing the snow red.

Zhou Fan's eyes leaped violently in the sea of ​​souls. Even though he was both opponents, he still couldn't help but sympathize with Hua Feihua.

This is really miserable, it is a completely one-sided battle.

In this battle, his original cultivation level was far different from Hua Feihua. Even if Ying Jiu possessed him, it would be impossible to pull Hua Feihua into a deep illusion, making Hua Feihua unable to move.

But Ying Jiu is worthy of being the first person to have the King of Weird Thoughts. Her understanding of King of Weird Thoughts was something Zhou Fan could not imagine.

She used shallow illusions, but they were layered and layered. Hua Feihua didn't even know where his opponent was, and his attacks fell in the air.

Any monk who encounters someone like Ying Jiu will collapse.

Of course, there were some details that even Zhou Fan, the bystander, could not see clearly. He was also confused. He didn't know how Ying Jiu did it. He could only remember all this silently and think carefully in the future. He calmed down his mind and looked at Ying Jiu's actions with a serious expression.

It was not difficult to ask Yingjiu to possess her. Before he came to Hanbei Road, he had an agreement with Yingjiu to possess her. In the past few days, he just confirmed with Yingjiu again.

But now Yingjiu has helped him kill Hua Feihua, and Zhou Fan’s constraints on her are much smaller. As long as she does not hurt him, she can do her own thing.

That's why Zhou Fan was worried. It was not without risk to ask a monk like Yingjiu to possess him. Who knows what she wanted to do?

The battle is very long for Hua Feihua, but it actually doesn't take much time, so Yingjiu still has some time.

Even Zhou Fan was not sure how much time she had left. The time for each guide to possess was closely related to the soul splitting consumed. The less soul splitting she consumed, the longer the time she could possess it.

Unless the ship takes action to catch her, the ship will not take action because it does not comply with the rules.

Ying Jiu still hummed the tune that Zhou Fan couldn't understand, turned around and glanced at Hua Feihua's headless corpse. She waved her hand, and the golden storage bag tied between Hua Feihua's waist flew up and fell into her hand. She weighed the golden storage bag and smiled: "Although this waste is not in my eyes, she is at least an immortal cultivator. His collection is very rich. Do you want it?"
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