542: C542 Group Fight

C542 Group Fight

"I'm sure!" He raised his hand and pressed Zhou Yi's hand against his nose, then said: "If this space doesn't close, you can't leave, but if you really want to leave, that's unless your cultivation level reaches Universe Stage!"

As soon as Mansion Spirit finished his sentence, he waved his hand and everyone in the village regained consciousness.

Then, he turned his head towards Zhou Yi and said, "You only have this chance, you have to be careful!"

With that, he looked at the people kneeling on the ground and chuckled, "Your lives are all on this brother here, but I believe that as long as you obediently shout, you might be able to keep your lives! "Haha …"

Before Mansion Spirit's laughter disappeared from Zhou Yi's ears, the people in the village started shouting.

"Daoist Immortal, you are a celestial, please forgive me and let us go this time!"

"That's right, I'm begging you, we will repay you even if we have to work hard!"

"Spare me! Spare me, great deity! Spare me!"

Listening to the shouts coming from all around, and then looking at the smiling Mansion Spirit beside him, he felt his head expanding bit by bit.

"What are you waiting for? As long as you kill them all, this trial will truly end! " Mansion Spirit's voice sounded like a spell in Zhou Yi's ears.

Zhou Yi turned around, glanced at Mansion Spirit, then grinned: "If so many of them attacked together, even I wouldn't be able to beat them!"

His voice did not intentionally avoid those people as he spoke. Instead, he purposely raised his voice a bit.

Mansion Spirit raised his head and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. However, he soon returned to normal.

But when his words were heard by those people, they had a different meaning.

They knelt on the ground and looked at each other, a fire flickering in their eyes.

The flame landed on the plain, and in the blink of an eye, with an extremely wild posture, it completely transformed the lush green grass into ruins.

That was also the fire of hope. If it was really as Zhou Yi said, and he couldn't beat everyone here, then it would mean that they were the only ones who acted together, and that their chances of survival were higher.

Mansion Spirit was still considering what Zhou Yi meant by that. At the same time, dozens of strong looking young men had already stood up and charged towards Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi ran away without a second thought. As he ran, he yelled, "I can't beat them, I can't beat them!"

However, Zhou Yi's footsteps were vigorous and the direction he ran in was also very skillful. Although these people looked ferocious, no one was able to catch him.

And most of the time, their hands had already grabbed Zhou Yi's clothes and in the blink of an eye, they had people running away.

In the distance, Mansion Spirit's eyes were fixed on Zhou Yi. He slightly squinted his eyes, but no one knew what he was thinking about.

However, while running, Zhou Yi suddenly screamed and then fell to the ground.

The people behind him instantly buried Zhou Yi completely.

Following that, a miserable scream instantly rang out from the crowd, and each scream was higher than the last.

"Don't hit me, don't hit me!"

"Don't hit my face, don't hit my face!"

"Aiyo, my crotch, my crotch!"

"Stop kicking my stomach! Aiyo, my stomach!"

Zhou Yi's screams were heart-tearing and lung-splitting. It was too horrible to look at. Even without his eyes, he knew how badly he was beaten.

However, the people who were beating him were happy. At this rate, they would definitely be able to beat him to death. That way, they wouldn't have to die.

Gradually, Zhou Yi's shout became smaller and smaller.

However, those thugs didn't have any intention of stopping. They continued to fight while shouting, "Beat him to death! If he dies, then we will be able to live!"

"That's right, everyone, work harder!"

At this time, Zhou Yi, who was surrounded by the crowd, raised his voice, "Mansion Spirit, I'm your ancestor. If you don't help now, I'll be beaten to death!"

After saying that, Zhou Yi mustered some strength and struggled out of the crowd. Then, he quickly ran towards Mansion Spirit's direction.

Zhou Yi was in an extremely sorry state. His clothes were torn, his hair was messy, and his face was green and bruised. He was running unsteadily, and he was slightly staggering.

As he ran, he shouted, "Mansion Spirit, let me tell you, even if I die, I will drag you down with me!"

The people behind him chased relentlessly. Regardless of Zhou Yi's shouts, they were getting closer and closer to him.

Mansion Spirit's expression was also uncertain.

Zhou Yi's figure grew larger and larger in his eyes, while the pursuers behind him got closer and closer.

He raised his hand to deflect Zhou Yi, but found that his hand had been pierced by something. In the time it took for him to be distracted, Zhou Yi had already pounced on him.

Following that, those people flocked over and surrounded the two of them. Then, they began to beat them up.

This time, Zhou Yi cried miserably. In fact, the most miserable one wasn't Zhou Yi, but Mansion Spirit's ears.

Zhou Yi's voice, which was as loud as a tenor, rang in Mansion Spirit's ears, causing his ears to go numb and his temples to throb in pain.

Mansion Spirit wanted to stand up, but Zhou Yi held him tightly, making him unable to move at all.

At some point in time, the two of them had made a 180 degree turn. Previously, it was Zhou Yi who was at the top. Now, it was Mansion Spirit who was at the top. Now, it was Zhou Yi who was at the bottom.

Those villagers' fists were like raindrops as they landed on Mansion Spirit's back. But even so, Zhou Yi's shouts never stopped and they were getting more and more exaggerated.

"Stop hitting him, it hurts so bad!"

"Don't kick me, I can't take it!"

Oh, everyone only just reacted and could even directly kick him.

Mansion Spirit: "…"

"Don't hit me with a stick. Aiyo, then I'll just beat you to death!"

Oh, and sticks, too, so a few young men went to pick them up in the confusion.

Mansion Spirit: "..."

Mansion Spirit actually couldn't die, but it was too embarrassing to be ganged up on by so many people. In just a short moment, he was already in such a sorry state.

He wanted to stand up, but Zhou Yi's pair of pincer-like hands held the shackles tightly. Most importantly, the spiritual energy in his body was somehow exhausted, and even after a few rounds, it was still a little clogged up.

"Aiyo, don't take a knife, don't take an arrow, I'm going to die!"

Zhou Yi's suicidal voice sounded from beneath him.

Out of the corner of his eye, Mansion Spirit saw that a few villagers had already left, probably to get their sabers.

"Let go of me, I'll return the Spiritual Force to you, you kill them all!" Mansion Spirit sighed helplessly.0

"No, give it to me now. I'm afraid you'll wake up and I'll die!" When Zhou Yi heard him say that, he hugged him even more tightly.

"Alright!" Mansion Spirit gritted his teeth and nodded. Then, he raised his hand and smacked Zhou Yi's back with his palm. A gush of energy rushed out and the surrounding crowd was sent flying by the gush of energy …

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