The huge suction force coming from above his head seemed to be trying to draw all his power in. Chengye had to resist the suction force with all his strength for a moment. Fortunately, the flames in his body were extinguished and the pain gradually subsided. He finally took a breath.

Seeing Elder Hei's other hand approaching his eyes, Chengye felt weak all over his body, grabbed Hei Yan's wrist with both hands and sucked him with his wrist, lifted up his legs together, and kicked Hei Yan's chest.

Hei Yan smiled disdainfully and said, "Hmph, the mantis arm is in the car." After saying that, a ball of black fire suddenly ignited in his palm and directly pointed it on Chengye's feet.

The fire of his feet suddenly ignited, and the black flame disappeared in front of Chengye's eyes again, and appeared behind him again with one hand still buckled on his head. Before he could turn around, a palm of black flame penetrated Chengye's heart.

Chengye's throat turned sweet and a mouthful of blood spurted out. The blow burned his heart and lungs. The flames were rapid, burning his heart veins. Despite this, he gritted his teeth and did not hum.

Hei Yan sneered, turned back to him, provocatively stretched out his two fingers again, and the fingertips were lit with black fire, reaching into his eyes.

Chengye was reluctant to submit, with blood on his lips, and a tragic smile, he stretched out his left hand and suddenly grabbed Elder Black's finger. The black fire was soaked in the bones, and the scalding pain reached the nerves all over the body.

Chengye took a deep breath in pain. Although the black fire would not continue to burn in his body, the black fire could keep the black fire at his fingertips burning. As long as the two of them had contact, the black fire would not extinguish the black fire.

Although he was burned, Hei Yan's hand was tightly grasped by Chengye, and he could not move forward or retreat.

But Chengye's hands were already full of black fire, but he ignored it, as if it was not his hands that were burning. He pretended that he could not see it and refused to let go.

"I didn't have my hands to dig my eyes this time." Cheng Ye smiled sadly, and blood still spilled out of the corners of his mouth.

"In a few seconds, your hands will be completely ruined. Then I will see what you will use to stop me..." Hei Yan said proudly.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for the next second!" Before he finished speaking, a black crystal sword suddenly penetrated Black Yan's body and stabbed out from behind his cloak.

"Haha, silly boy, I am a spiritual body. You can't do anything like this kind of fire stick..." Hei Yan felt something was wrong with his body. He looked down and saw that the cloak in front of him was already wet, and a stream of black blood flowed along the sword body to Chengye's hand, and then dripped to the ground along his wrist...

"What is this sword?"

Chengye felt his head relaxed, and his strength returned to his body. He kicked the Black Yan away, pulled out the Black Crystal Sword, held the hilt of the sword in both hands, flashed behind the Black Yan with an incredible face, and suddenly stabbed the Black Crystal Sword again.

"Puchi--" The sword body entered the body, as if piercing into soft mud, and there was no obstacle.

Hei Yan's blood-red eyes were filled with fear in an instant, and his previous aura disappeared. He looked like a mouse under a guillotine, his whole body trembling, and he murmured: "Can't it...? Could it be..."

Chengye drew out the Black Crystal Sword, turned to Hei Yan, and pulled down the Black Elder's cloak. Hei Yan's true face was finally exposed to him at this moment.

A face with a shriveled blue color, blood-red and violent eyes, a bald head, three tufts of pitiful hair seemed to be applied to the sides and behind his head.

He is extremely thin and obviously has excessive indulgence and an ugly appearance of lustful and lustful people.

Hei Yan seemed to be scared at this time, his lips trembled, his eyes were empty, and he pointed one hand in front and the other hand touched his crotch.

Chengye knew that his Gu flute was tied there, and his sword tip was swept between his crotch. The Gu flute fell to the ground with black blood and some unknown tissues.

"Ah--" With a scream, Hei Yan's whole body trembled in pain. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it forward unwillingly. His other hand pointed at the Gu flute on the ground and kept gesturing, shaking twice, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Chengye took a step forward and came to Heiyan. He held the black crystal sword in his hands, held it in front of him, and whispered: "Old dog, our accounts have been cleared today!"

Suddenly, a sword stabbed into Heiyan's heart.

Hei Yan felt pain, raised his right hand and grabbed Chengye's clothes tightly. After a few breaths, the hand fell down and his whole breath disappeared.

The body under the sword turned into black flames and slowly dissipated.

Chengye fell to the ground with strength, looked at the black flames with a scattered soul, and laughed out loud: "Elder, please leave well, Chengye will not give it away." After saying that, he sipped blood and coughed on the ground.

Chengye wiped the blood from his mouth and saw a black gem ring rolling to the ground. In addition, a pair of mustard bags were lying on the ground. Chengye hurriedly picked up the mustard bags and opened them to see them.

A bag was full of cash and gold bars. Chengye searched for a while and finally found a silver soul-retaining bottle. If he remembered correctly, this was the bottle containing the souls of Chengzhi and Chengyi.

"Brother, you wait a little longer, I'll go out to find a safe place and let you out." Chengye said excitedly at the Soul-Retaining Bottle.

Looking at another bag casually, what surprised him was that the bag contained not ghosts, weapons, nor money, but bags of sexy toys and various strange "torture instruments".

Chengye threw the mustard bag containing toys aside in disgust, and turned around and saw an unknown Gu flute on the ground.

"I don't know how many people this Gu flute has harmed."

Chengye pulled up the black crystal sword inserted on the ground and was about to destroy the Gu flute. However, the black crystal sword left the ground. After Chengye turned around, he trembled and let out a silence. Chengye looked back and saw the tip of the black crystal sword pointing directly at the black gem ring.

He didn't know why the sword had stuck to his blood and recognized his master. The black crystal sword had a feeling of blood being connected to him.

"Do you want this ring?"

"Buzz--" The sword body trembled even more.

Chengye picked up the black gem ring, and the black crystal sword let out a happy sword roar and disappeared into Chengye's hands.

Chengye threw the ring into the mustard bag, stretched out his left hand that was burned by black fire and exposed the bones, and shook his head helplessly.

Looking back, this hand is really a disaster. It was the last time it was burned by the flames. Fortunately, the bones were still there twice. He could feel the muscles on his hands growing wildly.

When he came to the Gu flute, Chengye raised his foot and wanted to step on the broken Gu flute with one foot.

"I don't know how many people this thing has governed." But then I thought, now that there are still brothers Xiao and brothers Su who are controlled by this Gu flute, why not take this thing and test their feelings?

After thinking about it, Chengye reached out to pick up the Gu flute, but saw that the unknown organization tied to it was really disgusting, so he went to the side to find the wooden sawdust on the corner of the table that had just been smashed during the fight, separated the Gu flute from the bloody things, picked up another bag, picked up the Gu flute, tied it to the pocket, and threw it into the mustard bag.

After doing all this, Chengye spread his hands, looked at the soul-detaining bottle in his hand, and said with a hopeful look: "Let's go, brother, I'll find a place to let you out."
Chapter completed!