The strong from the wild

The mountains are green and covered with snow.

The winter is getting colder, the small streams are all frozen by the cold, and the mountains and rivers are silent.

But this karst cave located inside the mountain made the sound of running water.

The fish swim around in the water droplets, popping up bubbles one after another.

Liu Yiduan sat in the cave, not far in front of him was gurgling water.

"Hahahaha, little thief!"

A voice came from Liu Yi's lower dantian. "I didn't expect that the primordial spirit you cultivated turned out to be a cloud of white mist. You must have cultivated an unknown ancient magic method to cultivate the primordial spirit into this appearance! Now, your body has fallen into my hands, and you If you are willing to tell me this ancient method of cultivating the primordial spirit, I will let you live. I will only take your body and not kill your soul. I will also open a side and find a suitable body for your soul. How about you being reborn again?"

After the three-foot willow tree escaped into Liu Yi's body, it turned into this cloud and mist.

This person only thought that this cloud and mist was where Liu Yi's soul was, and that's why he said so.

"Where is this place, what did you bring me here for?"

Liu Yi pretended to be frightened, and used his primordial spirit to perform the method of sound transmission, and the voice came out from the white cloud, and then he controlled the two sky fires, ready to shoot at any time, "I have no grievances or enmity with you, why do you want to hurt me?" I?"

"Cultivators, the weak prey on the strong!"

The voice sneered, and said sarcastically: "Humanity damages more than enough to make up for it, and heaven's way damages enough to make up for it. We practitioners follow the way of heaven, so the strong get stronger and the weak get weaker. Although you and I have no grievances Enemy, but you are innocent, and you are guilty of the crime. With your low level of cultivation, how can you deserve the opportunity to become a god? If this opportunity to become a god is in the hands of Ling Wanjian, the head of Xuantianzong, my seat You will definitely not act rashly, but this opportunity to become a god is in your hands..."

"That's it! That's it!"

Liu Yi pretended to sigh, and said: "Even if I can use the method of seizing the house, if I lack the qualifications of this rare spiritual root, I'm afraid it will be extremely difficult for me to cultivate into an immortal. Why don't you just kill me, I'll die!" Before, there was only one request, I hope you can tell me who you are, so that I can understand."

Hearing this, the voice was silent for a moment, and said: "You really don't want to live anymore?"

This man actually believed Liu Yi's ridiculous words!

Liu Yi sneered in his heart, but there was a sigh in his words, "I have rare spiritual roots. I am a rare genius in the world. If I can, I will be taken away by you in the future. I have fallen from a genius to an ordinary person. Compared with before It’s equivalent to waste material, what’s the point of being alive?”

"You can think clearly!"

The voice hesitated for a moment before saying: "This seat is the head of Daoxuanzong Wang Zhixuan..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Liu Yi let out a long laugh, interrupted the man's words, and said, "When you cast your supernatural powers, you carry a strong bloody aura all over your body, arousing thousands of meters of blood light. This is a real magic technique. Daoxuanzong is If you are Wang Zhixuan, head of the Daoxuan Sect, how can you display such evil supernatural powers? Do you think I am a three-year-old child, and you will lie to me with such absurd lies!"

"Hmph! Whether you believe it or not, what does it have to do with me?"

The voice said: "Now your wish before you die, I have fulfilled it for you, you can go on your way. Liu Yi, you are just a mere junior kid, to die in the hands of my Wang Zhixuan is your blessing in eight lifetimes!"

Following these words, a tiny figure appeared in Liu Yi's lower dantian.

This figure was dressed in white, and it was exactly the appearance of Wang Zhixuan, the head of Tao Xuanzong.

Although Liu Yi's physical body was controlled by Wang Zhixuan, he was still able to use the method of inner vision. The first time Wang Zhixuan's soul appeared, he could see his face clearly.

Wang Zhixuan put his hands behind his back, stared at the white cloud in front of him, and said in a cold voice: "Your soul is hidden in this cloud and mist primordial spirit, right? My Daoxuanzong has the soul-invigorating dazzle light, and your Xuantianzong also has the secret of keeping the secrets of exercises." Jian Guang. But I, Wang Zhixuan, have obtained the magic soul-melting spell, which can integrate your soul into mine, and I can naturally use your memory bit by bit for my own use..."

Hearing this, Liu Yi's mind moved, and he drove two celestial fires.

The Drunken Cloud Fire and the Void Changhong Fire galloped out of the upper dantian Zifu, followed Ren Du's two veins, and poured straight into the lower dantian.

"Hahahaha, I knew you would burn me with sky fire!"

Wang Zhixuan smiled coldly, a bead appeared on the top of the soul's head, and the bead was full of light, forming a halo around Wang Zhixuan's soul, blocking the two attacking sky fires. "My North Sea Dingfeng Bead is the Houtian Spiritual Treasure, a mysterious treasure that originated from the Hall of All Living Beings. Although the sky fire in your hand is powerful, but your cultivation level is too low, how can you use the sky fire to burn me to death? Since I want to To take your soul and body, you must have come prepared, I advise you not to struggle in vain."

"Is it in vain?"

Liu Yi asked in a cold voice, a bell galloped from the upper dantian of Zifu, and flew to the middle of the lower dantian.

Jingle Bell!

As soon as the bell rang, Wang Zhixuan's soul trembled slightly under the influence of the bell.

Taiyi Soul Suppressing Bell, the magic weapon, has the word Suppressing Soul in its name, and it already has the effect of suppressing the soul. After Liu Yi refined the bell again from the mysterious bird Wangyoumu, the bell was even more powerful.

Another jet-black flame shot out from the bell.

The black flame is a trace of magic fire that Liu Yi obtained from the cloud and mist world.

Although Liu Yi can't use this magic fire for his own use, he can control it at will, but he can store the magic fire in the Xuanniao Wangyoumu, and release it at this moment.

The demonic fire is violent and abnormal, and everything is burned.

The circle of light manifested by the North Sea Dingfeng Pearl was burned by the magic fire to create a gap the size of a grain of rice.

Two streams of heavenly fire poured in from the gap, burning towards Wang Zhixuan.

"Demon fire! You can control the magic fire!"

Wang Zhixuan's expression was startled, and it was only at this moment that he suddenly realized that not everything was under his control.Now that something happened suddenly, the light circle formed by the North Sea Dingfeng Pearl was burnt through by the magic fire, and the sky fire poured in. He couldn't think of how to resist it for a while, so he had to use the wind power again, roaring: "Look at my nine-day long-wind supernatural power!"

The billowing blue wind blew out from Wang Zhixuan's soul.

This time, Wang Zhixuan deliberately weakened the power of the gang wind, and did not show the power of the seven-colored god.

Wang Zhixuan thought that Liu Yi's soul was hidden in the white clouds, but he actually blew the wind towards the white clouds, blowing away the clouds in an instant, and revealed the willow tree roots hidden in the clouds.

Whoosh whoosh!

Above the tree roots, a blue light flashed.

The thin tree roots are like blue lightning, binding Wang Zhixuan's soul...

Seeing this scene, Liu Yi was overjoyed, and said in his heart: "It really is so!"

[Author's digression]: The cold is finally cured, and the condition has just recovered, please bear with me.That's all for today, continue tomorrow.