The strong from the wild

"Shen Haibing has been famous for tens of thousands of years. He once led the demon cultivator in the sea to kill thousands of barbarians and Longanzong. His strength is not much worse than this seat. Tang Jiawen is just a true fairy. If he doesn't use the means of the gods and humans, it will be absolutely difficult to repel him. Shen Haibing."

Wang Zhixuan said something casually, and then his expression darkened, and he slowly suppressed the thought of murdering and seizing the treasure, thinking: "Forget it! Forget it... I will postpone the matter of murdering and seizing the treasure for now. You have to think of a perfect plan..."

"Divine-human means?"

Shengqing asked in surprise, staring at Cui Siqi with piercing eyes, "Then if Tang Jiawen has used a magic trick, has he ever attracted the great god of patrolling the sky?"

Hearing the word Xuntian Dashen, Cui Siqi suddenly remembered the great god with a sickle who appeared in Wuliang Mountains, and immediately shook her head, "Before Tang Jiawen appeared, Liu Yi had already led us far away, and Situ Meng Butterfly stayed behind at the tortoiseshell lake. I don't know what happened after that, and Dharma King Baixiao didn't say much about it."

Shengqing waved his sleeves, cleaned up the blood sprayed on his chest, glanced at his broken left arm, and asked, "Siqi, when you saw Tang Jiawen, was he injured? "

Cui Siqi replied: "No hair was hurt, no injury."

Hearing this, a wave of resentment grew in Shengqing's heart, "Linghu Qiudao, as a great god, is so eccentric! When I used the tricks of the gods, he cut off my arm, but Tang Jiawen used the tricks of the gods, but he didn't care... ..."

"Master, Master Uncle, Senior Shengqing..."

Cui Siqi bowed her hands and saluted, and said: "If there is no other urgent matter, this disciple will leave first and go back to Yumeng Lake."

"go Go."

Wang Zhixuan waved his hand casually, his mind was full of thinking about how to find a perfect solution.

When Cui Siqi walked out of the main hall, Wang Zhixuan seemed to have thought of something, raised his head and said: "Your nympho alliance, it's best to disband as soon as possible. The dignified chief disciple of the Daoxuan sect, the holy girl selected by the All Living Beings Qiu Dao Hall How can you be a nympho? The nympho alliance is because Liu Yi frightened An Ruosu and fled. Those women who were jealous of An Ruosu became Liu Yi's nympho. He will definitely be stronger than An Ruosu in the future, how can he lower himself?"

"The disciple knows."

Even though Cui Siqi was frowning, she still had a certain style.But she really didn't care about the nympho alliance.Now that she has become Liu Yi's servant, even if she withdraws from the nympho alliance, will people in the world look up to her?

In Daoxuanzong, Cui Siqi stayed for half a day and took away all the things she left in a cave of Daoxuanzong. Even the elixir planted in the medicine garden was uprooted by her. Not going back to Daoxuanzong.

Half a day was enough for Huang Wushen to spread the news about Cui Siqi.

The entire Daoxuanzong, hundreds of true disciples, and dozens of direct disciples all knew about this matter.Those who have a good relationship with Cui Siqi on weekdays come to dissuade her from going astray, and must not become Liu Yi's slaves and ruin her reputation.Those who had a bad relationship came to Cui Siqi to ridicule her and despised her.

So what if I become a nympho and be despised by others?

What about being ridiculed for being a slave?

Cui Siqi raised her head proudly, sitting on the colorful floating crane, in the sight of many Daoxuanzong monks looking up, she leisurely flew out of Daoxuanzong.

Everyone is drunk and I am alone!

The white crane was in the sky, and Cui Siqi stared at Dao Xuanzong who was drifting away, her face was full of arrogance, "Everyone in the world thinks that Liu Yi is just a junior monk, but they don't know that he is a great god! I was the only one who knew Liu Yi's details, but now It seems that Situ Mengdie, the head of the Qianman Sect, has also woken up and understood Liu Yi's identity! You short-sighted people, how can you know the foresight of me, Cui Siqi? Hmph! One day, when Liu Yi's identity as a great god is completely exposed, you You can only stand at a low place and look up at my vision!"

As for why Shengqing suddenly vomited blood, Cui Siqi didn't think much about it.

From Cui Siqi's point of view, she will definitely become a god within 500 years, even if Shengqing is a master sent by All Living Beings Qiudao Hall to protect the Son, she is only a bodyguard, why this person vomits blood has nothing to do with her.

Yumeng Lake.

The autumn colors are continuous, misty and rainy.

Liu Yi had already taken out Yunhuang's soul, extracted the memory, and obtained the Seven Star Treasure Hunting Compass, which is now being used to integrate that trace of dark red flame into the Taiyi Soul Rescue Bell.

This trace of dark red flame is the magic fire obtained by Liu Yi when he fought against King Hengbo, he passed through the gate of the two worlds, and went to the world full of white clouds.

The magic fire is also called the tenth day fire.

In the view of the monks in Qiongyu's realm, the tenth day fire is so tyrannical that no one can subdue it, nor can it be refined into a magic weapon.But Liu Yi discovered that the mysterious bird Wangyoumu that he refined into Taiyi's soul-suppressing bell is not afraid of the magic fire!

The ancient things must be extremely extraordinary.

The golden-armored giant on the bottom of the sea has the prestige of a god and man. Even he hangs the black bird Wangyou wood in the hall. This wood must have a unique magical function, and it is reasonable to not be afraid of the magic fire.

Now Liu Yi uses the magic fire to refine Yunhuang's soul into the Taiyi soul-suppressing bell, and use it as the spirit of this magic weapon.Let Yun Huang's soul suffer from the burning of the demon fire forever, and never be reborn forever!

Using the method of refining the spirit of the soul, feathers have been used before, but now Liu Yi is just repeating the old trick, which is not too difficult.

But when the magic fire merged into the Xuanmiao Wangyoumu, a strong aura was suddenly released from the magic fire and poured into Liu Yi's heart.

Liu Yi's expression changed suddenly, and a deep sense of unwillingness appeared in his heart. He thought: "If Yun Huang only suffers for his soul, how can he completely eliminate the hatred in my heart? In the past few years, I have suffered from hatred day and night, but with these pains, It’s not something that can be offset by just suppressing and burning his soul!”

With this in mind, Liu Yi will once again trap the magic fire with boundless black ice water, pull out Yunhuang's soul, and drive it into his broken arm body.

Whoosh!

Liu Yi carried Yunhuang and flew to an island in the middle of the lake hundreds of miles away.

Yun Huang gasped for breath, and wanted to die, but Liu Yi restrained his whole body, unable to move.

Two wooden stakes passed through Yun Huang's feet, nailing him to the cliff.

Liu Yi held the dragon pattern sword in his hand and stared down at Yunhuang from a high position, with a tyrannical aura in his eyes, "You should thank God, you are lucky. The real cut by a thousand cuts costs thousands of cuts. For the punishment, it is estimated that after a few hundred knives, your physical body will be released..."