The strong from the wild

Master!

These two words made Yun Huang tremble with fear.

Yunhuang's first reaction was that the one riding on Situ Mengdie's back must be Ling Qiujian who had gone away after becoming a god.But after thinking about it, I felt wrong. If Ling Qiujian could return to the Qiongyu Realm, this master of the great god level could kill the Hengshan Demon Emperor with a single swing of his sword. Why let the head of Xuantianzong Ling Wanjian break in alone Hengshan boundary?

After thinking about this matter clearly, Yunhuang was even more shocked.

He has already recognized that the person standing on Situ Mengdie's back is Tang Jiawen, Liu Yi's master in the wild land.

The story of Liu Yi has already spread all over the world in Qiongyu. Everyone knows that he first worshiped a monk named Tang Jiawen as his disciple, and was later regarded as a master uncle by the Yuxi Sect. The four great sword celestial beings of Xuantianzong accept disciples on their behalf.

The people who can be called masters by Liu Yi are Ling Qiujian and Tang Jiawen.

"This Tang Jiawen is a monk of the Xuantian Sect. Why is he standing on Situ Mengdie's back? Could it be that Situ Mengdie, the head of the Thousand Barbarian Sect, is actually on Liu Yi's side?"

Yun Huang was shocked, his eyes were a little blurred, as if he couldn't believe the answer he came up with in his heart.

And at this moment, two black and white rays of light appeared in the sky.

The innate qi talisman floated above Liu Yi's head.

The black and white brilliance converged into a rotating Taiji pattern, like a spinning knife wheel, slashing towards Yunhuang.

There is a faint faint colorful divine power emanating from this Tai Chi pattern.

It's just that the faint seven-colored divine power is just a seven-colored phantom. Even if it arouses thunder, it will only make a beeping sound like a flame burning.

This kind of power is not enough to attract Linghu Qiudao, but it represents that this innate unity talisman is extraordinary.

"Master Situ, save me!"

There was a flash of light under Yunhuang's feet, and while calling for Situ Mengdie to save him, he fled quickly with flashes.

It's a pity that Situ Mengdie actually released billowing black mist with one wing, and unleashed the supernatural power of the king of ten thousand gus, covering the surrounding space of thousands of miles in the supernatural power.

The black mist manifested by the supernatural power was like an eggshell, surrounding everyone in the middle.

"Fellow Daoist Yunhuang, don't worry, I, Situ Mengdie, as the head of the Demon Dao sect, will never stand idly by!"

Situ Mengdie flapped his wings, and flew into the black mist leisurely, leaving only a few words in the air, "In order to prevent experts from coming to support Liu Yi, I just used this supernatural power of the Ten Thousand Gu King Technique. The venomous worm manifested a pitch-black poisonous wind, killing the battlefield..."

"Pooh!"

Yun Huang cursed secretly, and wanted to follow Situ Mengdie to fly out of the supernatural black mist, but accidentally inhaled a fine poisonous mist, and was immediately attacked by the poisonous mist, making him a little dizzy.

At this moment, black and white Tai Chi patterns swept across.

Yun Huang only felt that there seemed to be a thorn on his back, so he quickly dodged to the side, but his arm was still chopped off.

Red blood spilled from the severed arm.

Countless ten thousand Gu poisonous insects filled the black mist, smelling the bloody smell at this moment, they actually rolled up a billowing black wind and swept towards Yunhuang, wanting to gnaw bones and eat flesh.

Before the poisonous insects flew to Yun Huang's body, the poisonous mist invaded his body first.

In the blink of an eye, the toxin poured into Yunhuang's body from the blood vessels and collaterals of the wound, making him paralyzed and unable to lift half of his true energy.

"I said before, this Yunhuanghe should die in my hands!"

Liu Yi flew to Yunhuang's side suddenly, cast out the billowing fire, blocked the poison on Yunhuang's body, then swung his sword to cut off the meridians in Yunhuang's body, turned around to the place where Situ Mengdie left, and roared: "Situ Mengdie I have already said that I want to kill this person with my own hands, so why are you going against me and setting up a supernatural power of myriad gu kings around you? Could it be that you deliberately want to be my enemy and want to kill this holy fire sect? Elder Yunhuang, are you deliberately trying to make me feel uncomfortable?"

"Friend Liu Daoist! You misunderstood!"

Situ Mengdie quickly dissipated the poisonous black mist around him, flew to Liu Yi, took out some medicine powder and sprinkled it on Yunhuang's broken arm, and hurriedly replied: "The reason why I used the supernatural power of the Ten Thousand Gu King Technique is because A layer of poison was placed around to prevent Yun Huang from escaping. I didn't expect that it would be self-defeating, but it almost ruined the good work of Fellow Daoist Liu..."

Explanations belong to explanations, but Situ Mengdie was very depressed.

He used the Ten Thousand Gu King Technique to prevent Yun Huang from escaping.But his real purpose was to use this to please Liu Yi and get closer to Liu Yi, but he didn't expect that this matter would be messed up instead.

At this moment, Yun Huang was already riddled with poison, and was held in Liu Yi's hands.

Black blood gurgled, dripping from the severed arm.

The true disciples of the Sacred Fire Sect were fighting with Zhuyu Dharma King and others. Seeing Yunhuang being held in Liu Yi's hands, everyone's expressions changed drastically, and they turned around and fled using wonderful techniques.

Liu Yi took a deep breath, pointed at the fleeing people in the air, and said: "Friend Situ, since you really want to help me, kill all the disciples of the Holy Fire Sect for me! By the Yumeng Lake, just waiting to surround and kill me, I should die today!"

"It's just dozens of pure Yang realm monks, let me kill them with a wave of my hand."

Situ Mengdie flapped his wings and chased after the disciples of the Holy Fire Sect who were flying in all directions.

Liu Yi waved his sleeves, intending to use the water mirror imaging technique to record Situ Mengdie's killing of the disciples of the Sacred Fire Sect, but unexpectedly, King Baixiao took out a bronze mirror and used the imaging technique earlier than him. , followed behind Situ Mengdie and recorded the whole process of Situ Mengdie's murder.

This scene reminded Liu Yi of Hou Duanyang's disciple Long Wuxia.

The homesickness in Liu Yi's heart became eager again.

Homesick and homesick, Tang Jiawen was standing in front of Liu Yi.

The master and apprentice looked at each other and nodded, and flew to the edge of Yumeng Lake.And Yun Huang, whose meridians were all broken and lingering like a dead dog, was thrown into the lake by Liu Yi to soak.Now this person has been captured in his hands, if he is not in a hurry to kill him, he has to suffer slowly and carefully to relieve the hatred in his heart.

With a wave of Tang Jiawen's hand, the turbulent wind blew from the shore towards the lake, blowing away the dead fish corpses floating by the lake without a trace, presenting a beautiful scene of rolling autumn colors and emerald green smoke.

"Disciple pays respects to Master!"

Liu Yi made a long bow, and made a big gift to Tang Jiawen. His expression was extremely complicated, and he thought in his heart: "Master just waved his hand, and he drove a ten-mile gust of wind. His cultivation must have reached the level of an immortal. The disciple observes the aura of the master, You should have already reached the Realm Realm, I remember that there is a secret method in Xuantianzong’s Sutra Pavilion, which can forcibly improve the cultivation level of swordsmanship, and the Master’s cultivation level in the Realm Realm can reach the True Immortal Realm just after using the secret method.”