My female apprentices are all unpredictable

Chang'an Street, heavy rain.

The dark wind gusted, and the fierce ghosts kept rushing towards Fang Yang, almost covering the sky and the sun, exuding a cold light.

If there were practitioners here, they would definitely be horrified.

After all, the auras on these ghosts are so terrifying that some of the three-leaf dharma bodies will collapse on the spot before they take action.

Even the sect leaders of those sects looked so weak and vulnerable in front of these fierce ghosts.

Whoa!
The rain is still falling, and the rainwater hits the paper umbrella, making a popping sound, so clear.

The woman stood in the rain, looking at all this tenderly, with a hint of coldness in her eyes.

There was a bit of regret on that weak cheek.

Just murmured.

"It's just a mere human being. It's not worth mentioning at all. How can that guy Wen Chanyi be so afraid of him? It seems that the Mountain and Sea Forbidden Land is just mediocre and cannot be compared with our Drizzle Forbidden Land."

"Blood Rain Demon Lord, maybe you are indeed very strong among humans, but today, you must die in the hands of the Drizzle Forbidden Land. Because no one is allowed to light a life lamp!"

"After you die, our Xiaoyu Forbidden Land will step out of the Blood Rain Sect. At that time, all your disciples will die and be tortured to death by me. The Blood Rain Sect will become a new forbidden land. , gurgling!”

Waves of chuckles rang out, carried along by the wind and rain, and soon reached Fang Yang's ears.

On Chang'an Street, under the continuous drizzle, Fang Yang silently raised his head and finally took a look at the woman holding a paper umbrella.

There was killing intent in his deep eyes.

boom!
It was just a moment of peace.

In an instant, endless murderous intent spurted out, Fang Yang hunted in black robes, and the formless demonic body suddenly appeared.

Almost upright, standing in the wind and rain.

A little black flame ignited between his eyebrows.

The flames are monstrous!

It started to rise sharply.

Hot, violent, crazy...

As this flame appeared, the expressions of the black figures wearing coir raincoats changed at the same time, and a look of deep fear appeared in their pupils.

So scared, so scared.

It was like seeing a nemesis.

Then, he suddenly turned towards the flames and rushed towards them, each one faster than the other, as if he was afraid that the flames would rise suddenly and burn them out.

However, this is destined to be nothing more than a moth flying into the flame.

boom!
boom!
boom!
Under the continuous heavy rain, Fang Yang just waved his hand casually, and in an instant, the flame between his eyebrows suddenly surged.

Then, it turned into countless flames and spread around.

There was black rain on one side and black flames on the other.

One side represents coldness and the other side represents heat.

These rainwaters are the River Styx in the Forbidden Land. They are extremely cold. If a drop of it falls on a person, it can freeze the person's soul.

But at this moment, the rainwater seemed so fragile in front of the flames. It melted on the spot in an instant and flew away in all directions.

The rain retreated crazily, while the fire grew crazily.

Born from behind Fang Yang.

At this moment, those flames seemed to have turned into a curtain, a curtain for the king's coronation.

Fang Yang raised his head, his face expressionless, his eyes full of contempt, and he walked forward step by step.

Every time he took a step, the curtain in front of him became wider and seemed to turn into a road, a road generated by flames. As soon as those ghosts came into contact with the road, they screamed and died instantly.

The voice was so miserable, so desperate.

slap!

slap!

There was an endless stream of footsteps, which seemed extremely cold on this rainy day.

At this moment, Fang Yang seemed to have turned into a god of death, and wherever he passed, all the evil ghosts died.

Even the rain began to melt away.

The woman with the paper umbrella had always been calm and composed, but the moment she saw this step, her pupils suddenly shrank, and her face was full of horror. For a time, she couldn't believe her eyes.

His face became extremely pale, and the paper umbrella in his hand was shaky, as if it would fall down the next moment.

"How...how could this be?"

She whispered, her voice trembling.

No matter what, I never expected that humans could be so powerful.

You know, this ink painting is the strongest means that Drizzle Forbidden Land can use now.

Even the beings at the peak of Yotsuba will be blocked by the ink painting the moment they step into this ink painting, and then die in the painting.

But now, this so-called blockade seems so fragile in front of the human being, like tissue paper, which seems to be easily torn into pieces.

Under her frightened gaze, Fang Yang remained expressionless and just said indifferently.

"Whether it's the Nether Clan or the Monster Clan, I don't bother to pay attention to it at all. But why do you have to provoke me? You also want to kill my disciples. Are you worthy?"

The soft murmur, under the heavy rain, suddenly sounded like a yellow bell.

So loud and deafening.

The paper umbrella woman trembled all over, feeling a terrifying aura sealing her off.

Then, the paper umbrella in her hand began to sway slowly and cracked.

It seemed like it would be shattered on the spot the next moment.

This umbrella is her soul lamp.

It is the foundation for her survival and cultivation. If the umbrella is broken, then she herself will die, and there is no possibility of survival at all.

Snapped!
Snapped!
The footsteps were still sounding.

Fang Yang stepped in the rain and walked towards the paper umbrella woman step by step, calmly and calmly, with a calm expression, getting closer and closer.

The paper umbrella woman saw the cold expression and the abyss-like eyes.

She truly felt fear, and it was also her first fear since entering Chang'an.

"No! Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"The mere human race was trampled under our feet by the Nether Race hundreds of years ago, so how can they stand against us?!"

She roared crazily, her face ferocious.

Then, he held the paper umbrella in his hand tightly and shook it violently.

In an instant, countless paper umbrellas fell from the sky.

Each paper umbrella exudes a coquettish red light, and blood flows from the paper umbrellas along the ribs.

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!The world seemed to turn bright red.

And she herself was even more pale, and her body became much darker, as if she would disappear on the spot in the next moment.

Obviously, this method is also extremely difficult for her, and it is not easy to use it.

It was a life-saving means at the bottom of the box, but now, it was just to kill the devil in front of me.

She can be sure that even if this demon breaks through the peak realm of four leaves and reaches the half-step of five leaves, he will definitely die in this ink painting and under this paper umbrella.

"Die! Die for me!"

She bit her lip, almost going crazy inside.

However, facing the endless paper umbrellas, Fang Yang still didn't even glance at them.

Just step forward, step by step, at a leisurely pace.

Soon, the paper umbrella came into contact with the flames. The paper umbrella suddenly grew in size and soon swallowed up the flames.

After the flame was covered by the paper umbrella, it seemed to dim for a moment. This scene fell in the eyes of the woman in the drizzle forbidden area, making her slightly relieved. The suspended stone in her heart finally fell to the ground, and she was no longer as nervous as before.

Even the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there was a bit of a sneer on his face, thinking that Fang Yang would definitely die.

but……

boom!
Just for a moment, the flames suddenly surged.

The black flames burned through the paper umbrella violently, and the umbrella body burned and instantly became dim.

One handle, two handles, three handles...

The burning umbrellas became more and more numerous and dense.

Before long, the sky was filled with burning black paper umbrellas.

"Ok!"

The woman groaned, and the paper umbrella in her hand began to shake violently, and then a black flame appeared on the paper umbrella.

Although it was just a little bit, the woman's eyes were filled with pain and fear, and she looked at Fang Yang with shocked eyes.

He saw a black figure walking towards him step by step in the continuous fire.

There is beautiful rain and burning paper umbrellas beside me
Behind him is a noble and hot black curtain.

He was so indifferent, so domineering, that she was even in a trance, as if she saw the superior demon lord in the forbidden area, who controlled her life, and could end her life with just a gentle grip.

escape!
Crazy escape!
In just an instant, this idea emerged in the woman's heart, and as soon as it appeared, she turned around and rushed out of Chang'an Street without any hesitation!

Catastrophe, something changed!

This demon is definitely not simple, and it is definitely not an ordinary variable!

At this moment, she even understood why Wen Chanyi, who was in the forbidden land of mountains and seas, looked at her with cold pity when she left.

Obviously, the woman knew the devil's strength a long time ago and treated her as cannon fodder, deliberately letting her test the devil, or deliberately letting her die.

She was wrong, a big mistake, she underestimated the strength of this demon, and the price of her mistake might be death!

The wind was swaying, and the woman held the paper umbrella in her hand and drew forward suddenly. A crack seemed to be cut in the quiet Chang'an Street.

The ink painting is broken!

There was rainwater splashing out along the cracks, but she no longer cared about it. Her whole body turned into an afterimage and drilled into the cracks. She wanted to get out of the ink painting as soon as possible, as far away from this devil as possible.

This demon is too powerful and too weird.

The sound of footsteps still echoed in my ears.

The woman was almost crazy, running wildly through the wind and rain, getting closer and closer, and soon she arrived at the crack and stepped in with one foot.

With just one breath, she was able to emerge from the ink painting, and then sealed the entire ink painting. This demon could not chase her no matter what.

That's right, that's it!
The woman breathed a sigh of relief, became proud in her heart, and was about to chuckle.

His pupils suddenly contracted, as if he noticed something.

The footsteps disappeared!
The footsteps that echoed endlessly in the wind and rain suddenly disappeared into nothingness and no longer existed.

If things are different, there must be demons!
The devil was determined to kill him just now, and he couldn't give up easily. So, where did the devil go?

This thought only appeared in her heart for a moment.

In the next breath, a hand directly pinched her neck and lifted her up violently.

He forcefully pulled her out of the crack.

Whoa!
Whoa!
The rain fell harder and harder, all falling on the black curtain, and was burned into nothingness by the curtain.

The woman's paper umbrella was also burning, and was thrown carelessly on the streets of Chang'an like garbage.

And she was being carried by Fang Yang, exposed to the rain. The classical dress on her body was washed away by the rain, clinging tightly to her body, outlining perfect arcs.

At this moment, she was almost desperate. She raised her head and looked at the indifferent figure in front of her, truly feeling fear.

She didn't want to die, she didn't want to die so easily. After all, she had just walked out of the Forbidden Land of Drizzle, and it took hundreds of years for her to finally wait for the catastrophe to come.

It would be such a pity if he died like this.

Thinking of this, she forced a flattering smile, and then tears flowed down from her crystal eyes.

Poignant and enchanting.

I feel pity!
People can't help but feel compassion.

Under Fang Yang's cold gaze, her eyes were full of resentment, and her body was exuding a fragrance like the orchid in the empty valley. She tried to press her body as close to Fang Yang and the devil in front of her.

After all, the other party is the emperor of sex, and he loves beauty the most.

I believe that all I have to do is be conceited, show off a bit of beauty, and pray to this devil a few times.

The devil will spare him, and even greedily accept her as his beloved concubine. When the catastrophe completely comes and the forbidden area is opened, the devil will definitely die, and she can return to the subordinates of Lord Xiaoyu.

"Demon Lord, the slave family is wrong. The slave family didn't know that the Demon Lord is so powerful. Why don't we come and be slaves to the Demon Lord? The Demon Lord can do whatever he wants, and the slave family will never resist."

The resentful voice, so delicate and weak, reached Fang Yang's ears.

Like an orchid in a storm, it seems that it will be destroyed on the spot the next moment.

Fang Yang looked at the woman in front of him coldly, with a playful smile on his lips.

"Do you want to be a slave? Want to warm my bed? But you are not worthy either!"

"you!"

The woman's expression suddenly changed and she looked at Fang Yang in horror. She felt endless anger deep in her heart. She never expected that the demon in front of her would be so rampant.

You know, even the Demon Lord of the Drizzle Forbidden Land would not treat her like this, but this human being in front of her actually did this.

"Want to live? Why not be a dog for me? After all, you are only worthy of being a dog."

Fang Yang's voice was cold, and the woman was almost crazy with anger, but in the end, she took a deep breath and spoke softly.

"Since the Demon Lord said so, the slave family is naturally willing to be the Demon Lord's dog, and she is also a mother..."

Her voice is sweet, and there seems to be a hook sticking out from the depths of her eyes, which is almost capable of seducing people. Ordinary humans would be immediately immersed in it at the first sight, unable to extricate themselves, and would never be able to get rid of her charm. Break free.

This is probably the female ghost’s talent!
However, facing her deliberate seduction, Fang Yang just smiled coldly.

"Since you are a dog, then kneel down in front of me and wag your tail to beg for mercy!" (End of Chapter)