The female devil starting from the Emperor Burial Star

Chapter 328: My Concubine Li

When Dayan Saint Son Xiang Yifei said these words.

Whether it was the Saint of Wanchu, the Son of Four Phases, or the Goddess Fenghuang of the Ancient Feng Family, they all turned to look at the girl in a red dress sitting sideways on an ordinary wooden boat.

The other person was sitting there, showing no signs of abnormality at all, looking ordinary.

Moreover, the appearance and smell are very unfamiliar.

All the young men and women present knew each other and knew what powerful force each came from. But not many people knew this girl in the red dress.

I have never even heard of a woman whose reputation can match her.

"Those who can come here to participate in the gathering are either the core members of the top powers, the next heirs of the ancient family, or the holy sons or saints in the Immortal Holy Land."

"Those who are ordinary people from a small sect are not qualified to participate."

Dayan Saint Son Xiang Yifei looked at Zhao Yunyao with a cold and arrogant expression and a calm expression.

Disciples from ordinary small sects are not even qualified to lick their toes.

"This gourd treasure of mine is the Supreme Emperor's weapon that has lost its weapon spirit?!" The Holy Son of Dayan was also shocked and shocked when he heard Li Feiyu's words. He was very surprised.

Although some people disdain Saint Son Dayan, Saint Son Dayan's words speak to their hearts. Not just cats and dogs are qualified to participate in the communication circles of top powers.

"Of course, if you have good cultivation and outstanding performance, I will reluctantly give you a chance to become a follower."

A meaningful smile appeared on that beautiful and holy face.

"As expected of the Heaven-shattering Man, all of them are so confident in themselves." Zhao Yunyao didn't attack after hearing Xiang Yifei's words, but her face was still full of smiles.

As soon as these words came out, everyone present suddenly turned their heads and stared at Xiang Yifei, the son of Dayan Saint.

But he also paid special attention to this strange girl in a red dress.

He himself didn't even know what level this thing was.

The whole person carries the unique arrogance of the core personnel of the Immortal Holy Land.

As soon as this was said, no one else said anything.

Focusing on the ordinary-looking black gourd instrument.

"Who is coming? Please tell me your name so that we can hear whether your identity and status are sufficient to join our circle."

A pair of beautiful eyes glanced at Xiang Yifei's waist, staring at the gourd utensil for a moment.

"You nameless cats and dogs are not even qualified to be our maids and concubines."

"My wife, Li Feiyu!"

Not to mention the members of the casual cultivators who have the lowest and most humble status.

Xiang Yifei was not given the slightest chance to escape.

There was even a flash of greedy and fiery murderous intent in the eyes of more than one person. There were also many young men and women who quietly adjusted their positions and postures to vaguely surround Saint Son of Dayan.

"As far as I know, there seems to be no gourd-shaped Ji Dao Emperor soldiers in Dayan Holy Land."

"I didn't expect that Holy Son Dayan's luck was really good. The gourd hanging casually around his waist is a Ji Dao Imperial Weapon that has lost its weapon spirit."

All he knew was that this thing was very strong and sturdy, and had withstood many powerful attacks for him. It was a treasure that was quite easy to use.

But at this moment, after feeling the eyes of other people around him looking at him.

Holy Son Dayan suddenly shuddered.

The murderous intent hidden in many people's eyes was as if they wanted to eat him alive. Facing so many saints and saints alone, he had no chance of survival. Immediately and without hesitation, he opened his mouth to quibble and deny.

"Hmph, you are really talking nonsense and talking nonsense." Holy Son Dayan looked cold and stern, and shouted sternly: "If this thing is really the Ji Dao Emperor Weapon that has lost its weapon spirit, how could it fall into the hands of this Holy Son."

"This Holy Son has used this thing more than once in front of people. There are many people who have witnessed it with their own eyes. Today, when it comes to your mouth, it has become the ultimate emperor's weapon."

"What a joke. If they were imperial soldiers, would those people in the past still have a way to survive?"

"The spirit of the weapon dissipates and the Tao becomes silent, so it becomes ordinary." Zhao Yunyao smiled and spoke in a relaxed tone: "But we only need to warm this thing with divine power for a long time to make it grow spirituality. "

"When the time comes, the great emperor's principles, including the silence, will inevitably revive and manifest themselves."

"Then isn't this a complete and completely masterless Ji Dao Imperial Weapon?"

"Even if you are unable to cultivate new spirituality, if you just carry it with you on a daily basis and meditate on it from time to time, you will have a great chance of understanding the mysteries of the Great Emperor's Dao Fruit."

"This will be a huge help on the way to the top of the Great Emperor."

Having said this, Zhao Yunyao said no more.

That delicate and holy pretty face still has a gentle smile that makes people feel like spring breeze.

She believed that when the news was heard by the saints and saints present, Holy Son Dayan would never survive for more than a day. The temptation of a mutilated Imperial Weapon that has no owner but can be controlled is too great.

Except for a charlatan like myself who is dressed in a divine outfit, no one will turn a blind eye to this.

Xiang Yifei, the son of Dayan Saint, is about to die.

"I'm so kind. Others took the initiative to humiliate me, but I didn't kill him myself." Zhao Yunyao sat alone on the small wooden boat and looked at the clear lake with pity on the lonely figure: "There are such kind and gentle beauties like me in this world. Girl, there must be not many left.”

"I have a kind heart and don't want to see blood, so I have to find a way to let someone else take my place."

Combing her hair in front of the reflection of the beauty on the water, Zhao Yunyao smiled lightly, her expression as gentle and well-behaved as if Lin Daiyu was alive.

……

……

Almost the next moment Zhao Yunyao said these words.

Ji Haoyue soared into the sky, and her body emitted shocking fluctuations of vast divine power.

In silence, a vast blue ocean appeared out of thin air around Ji Haoyue's body, and a bright moon hung above his head in the sky.

The waning moon hangs high, and the hazy moonlight falls, making the waves of the sea look dreamlike.

"It's an ancient powerful vision [a bright moon appears on the sea]!" Li Qingqing, the senior sister of Xiaoyao Sect, was shocked when she saw this: "I didn't expect that the Ji family's divine body would come directly to the big one. Is he planning to rob the emperor's soldiers again?"

Ji Haoyue waved her hand and pulled her sister Ji Ziyue aside.

Then he stood in the air, with his hands behind his back, looking down at Dayan Saint Xiang Yifei with an arrogant expression, and spoke calmly.

The whole person has a casual and indifferent look.

"I'll give you a chance. Obediently hand over the gourd on your waist."

"Ever since my divine body first formed, looking at this world, there are few divine weapons that can catch my eye, and there is even less a convenient weapon for daily use."

"If you don't agree, then don't blame me for killing you here today."

"Hmph, what do you believe in what that woman says? It turns out that the Ji family's divine body has lost its mind in this way." Saint Son of Dayan mocked, but his heart became more and more nervous.

(End of this chapter)