The strong from the wild

Linghu Qiudao was wearing armor, holding an eight-meter sickle, and flew out of the door with an angry face like lightning. Standing on the top of the iceberg, he stretched out his hand to grab it in the air, and smashed the pillar of fire formed by the world-shattering fire. The flames disappeared without a trace.

"Fellow Daoist Linghu, you're being polite."

Liu Yi flew to the top of the mountain and stood in front of Linghu Qiudao.

"Six Realms Surveyor Linghu Qiudao, meet Fellow Daoist Liu!"

The anger on Linghu Qiudao's face was swept away, and he put on a smile, saying: "It's only been a mere year since the day before yesterday, and fellow Daoist Liu's cultivation has reached the Pure Yang Realm. Congratulations. I have a letter here , was written by Dazun himself, and I happened to hand it over to Fellow Daoist Liu."

Your Majesty!

Liu Yi was stunned for a moment, and then he took the letter with joy, he knew that the Great Master Linghu Qiudao was talking about must be Feather.

"I happen to have one matter. I want to discuss it with fellow daoist Linghu, but fellow daoist comes and goes without a trace, and it is difficult to find traces of fellow daoist. Now it's just in time for the meeting, so I just want to ask friend daoist."

Liu Yi put the letter away calmly, took out the Seven Star Treasure Hunting Compass, and handed it to Linghu Qiudao, "There are many deceptive words stored in the Seven Star Treasure Hunting Compass, saying that who can find the peerless feather book, Whoever can get the chance to become a god..."

Liu Yi couldn't wait to open the letter and read it, but he didn't want Linghu Qiudao to know what Yu Yu had written in his heart, so he had to put away the letter for the time being and read it after Linghu Qiudao left.From Liu Yi's point of view, this letter can be regarded as a family letter, how can outsiders see the letters and papers of his brothers?

"Fellow Daoist Liu, there are many pieces of these seven-star treasure-hunting compasses in the heavens and myriad realms. Ever since the great lord disappeared, I was so anxious that I came up with such a way to leave many treasure-hunting compasses in the heavens and myriad realms. I hope that one day someone will be able to find His Majesty, and then use the method of communication through the sky to convey the news."

Speaking of this, Linghu Qiudao had a smile in his eyes, looked at Liu Yi with interest, and asked, "Could it be that you also want the opportunity to become a god, Fellow Daoist Liu?"

Liu Yi shook his head, and said calmly: "I seek my own way, what's the use of getting the chance to become a god?"

Linghu Qiudao swung the sickle horizontally, and said casually, "Since you don't want it, I won't give it to you."

"Don't want it for nothing, who said I don't want it! I don't want to use this machine to become a god myself, but if I sell this machine to become a god, I can definitely sell it for a lot of money..."

Liu Yi immediately shook his head and vetoed it, pointing to the Seven Star Treasure Hunting Compass, "At any rate, I have already accomplished the things recorded in the compass, is it possible that Fellow Daoist Linghu is going to go back on his word and keep his word?"

"According to what Fellow Daoist Liu said, when we meet again next time, I will give you a chance to become a god!"

Linghu Qiudao nodded, he seemed to feel that Liu Yi was a little rascal, and he refused to talk to Liu Yi any more.

The gap in the sky is getting bigger and bigger.

Linghu Qiudao waved the sickle in his hand, and squeezed out a series of formulas with his fingertips. Seven-colored lightning flashed all over his body, and his divine power suddenly appeared, rumbling.

The cold air and clouds on the top of the mountain were all blasted away by the divine power.

At this moment, the people standing at the foot of the mountain could see clearly the top of the thousand-meter iceberg, a giant several meters tall with a scythe in hand.

The radiance of the colorful thunder made Linghu Qiudao's aura even stronger.

Liu Yi stood in front of Linghu Qiudao very casually. Although his figure was far inferior to the giant Linghu Qiudao, he was not as majestic as Linghu Qiudao, but he was a little more free and easy.

When Liu Yi talked to Linghu Qiudao, only the two sentences "Friend Linghu is polite" and "Six Regions Tour Linghu Qiudao, pay homage to Fellow Daoist Liu" were spoken directly from the mouth, and the rest of the words were used. The method of sound transmission.

Especially the sentence "Meet Fellow Daoist Liu" is unimaginable.

Linghu Qiudao was originally a great god, but he wanted to "meet" Liu Yi. This situation was simply beyond everyone's comprehension.

Everyone was equally dumbfounded, but they had different thoughts.

Black Wind Demon King's mind went blank.

Dharma King Zhuyu let out a long breath, feeling very fortunate in his heart, glad that being Liu Yi's servant was a blessing in eight lifetimes.

Miao Yu gritted her teeth with hatred, she couldn't believe it.

Tang Jiawen recalled that day when he fought against Shen Haibing and used the sword of Dakun, which attracted Linghu Qiudao through the air. At that time, Linghu Qiudao turned a deer into a horse, clearly favoring him, and wanted to force Situ Mengdie to take the blame for him ... Now Tang Jiawen finally found a clue, and vaguely guessed that the Sky Surveyor did not punish him because of his little disciple Liu Yi, but instead gave him a panacea to restore his lifespan.

"Liar Liu, he is indeed a more formidable figure than the Great God!"

Cui Siqi's eyes were shining brightly, and her beautiful eyes were full of brilliance. She was like a child who had discovered the mysteries of the world, and her expression became extremely excited.

But at this moment, Cui Siqi's heart was full of doubts, and she thought: "Back then, in the big formation on the Wuliang Mountains, Linghu Qiudao, the Sky Surveyor of the Six Regions, suddenly appeared and kowtowed nine times to God Liu. The most important thing is to pay respects to Venerable Xueyu, why do you say that you are visiting Fellow Daoist Liu today? Fellow Daoist Liu, Senior Venerable Xueyu... Great Venerable Xueyu, Fellow Daoist Liu..."

As she thought about it, Cui Siqi became more and more confused, unable to find the answer she wanted, and only calculated in her heart: "No matter what your background is, Liar Liu, anyway, I have become your servant, and I am yours by birth and death." It's your ghost, and the truth will definitely come to light one day."

The gap in the sky was filled by Linghu Qiudao.

Linghu Qiudao stretched out his hand towards the iceberg and grabbed it, brought the piece of ice engraved with the ancient inscription into his hand, took a closer look, pointed his fingertips at the hole where the willow tree was before, and released a blue light.

The blue light poured into the depths of the ice, reaching directly into the corpse of the thousand-meter giant.

"Friend Liu Daoist."

Linghu Qiudao narrowed his eyes suddenly, his expression gradually became serious, and he said through voice transmission: "Friend Liu Daoist, I want to take this person's body to the depths of the endless void, and use the ** Gathering Head Art to take him away." The walking heart is reunited in the chest, helping him to be resurrected and reborn."

"Fellow Daoist Linghu, please feel free."

What Liu Yi is most concerned about at the moment is Yu Yu's letter. As for the corpse in the iceberg, it doesn't matter.

"This willow tree in the hands of Fellow Daoist Liu is an extraordinary thing. Even if I have been a god for many years, I am still very envious of this willow tree. Fellow Daoist Liu, you must be extremely careful, and don't let anyone know that you have this willow tree by your side. ..."

After saying that, Linghu Qiudao waved his arm, his palm became hundreds of meters wide, and he grabbed the top of the iceberg.

"rise!"

The entire thousand-meter iceberg, with a radius of tens of miles, was caught by Linghu Qiudao and rose from the waves.

From a distance, the ice mountain range of tens of miles is a boxy coffin.

A kilometer iceberg is a tombstone.