She wants to buy beauty medicine, and you turn her into a succubus?

Chapter 120: Gods of the Sea

The smile on the corner of the evil unicorn's mouth grew wider:
"Madam, help your husband kill them!"

The ghostly aura of the Eight-foot Bride surged, and her size seemed to have grown a little bit, and she roared:

"Since it is my husband's order, Nuan Yan must kill these two thieves!"

Zhang Xiaoyi bowed and said in a slightly respectful voice:
"I still feel unsatisfied after the last battle with you. I have made great progress recently. I would like to ask you for your guidance!"

Zhang Xiaoyi still has great respect for the ancient powerful predecessors who came from hell.

After he finished speaking, lightning and thunder moved on Zhang Xiaoyi's body like thin snakes, and his momentum reached its peak.

The next second, thunder exploded under Zhang Xiaoyi's feet and he disappeared from the spot in an instant.

Zhang Xiaoyi's figure appeared above the Eight-foot Bride's head, holding a ball of lightning, and he and the Eight-foot Bride began to tremble.

Ye Fan sighed:
"What a brilliant move! I, an old Taoist priest, cannot be left behind!"

Ye Fan slapped his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Ye Fan waved his hands, and the blood in the air did not fall to the ground, but gathered into a huge talisman.

Ye Fan's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and shouted:

"go with!"

The huge red rune blasted towards the Eight-foot Bride.

"boom!"

There was a loud explosion in the air.

The eight-foot bride covered her ears and screamed in pain.

Ripples appeared on the tall body.

Zhang Xiaoyi's face lit up with joy.

good chance!
This golden-haired boy actually controlled the eight-foot bride for two seconds!

Zhang Xiaoyi threw out two balls of lightning from his hands, quickly formed seals with his hands, his long hair fluttering, and shouted angrily:

"Three Thunder Flower Swords!!"

Under Zhang Xiaoyi's control, the two balls of lightning transformed into three giant lightning swords, which pierced into the body of the Eight-foot Bride at the same time!

Three holes appeared on the body of the Eight-foot Bride, and the black power of death overflowed from the holes.

It's like bleeding.

However, the blood of mortals flows on the ground, while the blood of the Eight-foot Bride floats in the air.

The eight-foot bride knelt weakly on the ground and screamed angrily:
"My husband asked me to kill you, why haven't you died yet?"

The evil unicorn spoke:
"Nuanyan, come back."

"Husband?" The eight-foot-tall bride looked at the evil Qilin in confusion.

The evil unicorn lowered his eyebrows and said:

"You are injured, let's go first."

The Eight-foot Bride shook her head and prepared to fight again.

The evil unicorn's voice turned cold:
"Come back, I'll feel bad if you get hurt."

The evil unicorn did not let the eight-foot bride continue to fight with Zhang Xiaoyi and others, not really because of love.

A few days ago, the evil Qilin followed the Taoist technique of calculating money taught by the old master and found out that there were two opportunities to find similar relics.

He had to conserve his strength to seize the opportunity and could not waste the power of the Eight-foot Bride at this time.

The old host is really capable. Through the battle with Zhang Xiaoyi and Ye Fan, he is even more convinced of the old host's ability.

The fate of Gui Su that the old abbot had said came true.

The eight-foot bride was shaken up and said excitedly:

"Thank you for your concern, sir."

The eight-foot-tall bride turned into a ball of red mist and disappeared into the oil-paper umbrella of the evil unicorn.

The evil Qilin looked at the few people deeply, got into the Rolls-Royce, started the car and left.

Neither Zhang Xiaoyi nor Ye Fan went after him.

If they really fight to the death, they won't get any advantage.

Mo Yulin said in the sea of ​​spirit:
"Don't underestimate that young Taoist priest, he is a master who has mastered his own destiny. You should show some respect to him, as he is the head of Shushan."

After that, he returned the control of his body to Ye Fan, who awkwardly clasped his fists towards Zhang Xiaoyi:
"Meet the Master of Shushan."

Zhang Xiaoyi looked at Ye Fan with a complicated expression:

“A disciple of the Fu Sect?
Alas! What a pity for Sect Master Mo.

After the battle in the ancient tomb, I really admired the style of Sect Leader Mo.

I didn't expect that the master of talismans would be plotted against by a villain.

Fortunately, Master Mo has a disciple like you, which can comfort his soul in heaven."

Ye Fan was stunned for a moment.

The head of Shushan knew his master and seemed to be very familiar with him.

The teacher was plotted against by a villain?
Why didn’t the teacher tell me about this?

What kind of place is Fu Zong, and who is the villain who plotted against Master?

Ye Fan continued:
"Thank you, Master Shushan, for your concern for my master, and thank you, Master Shushan, for your help."

Zhang Xiaoyi shook his head and said:

"I also wanted to save my sister."

Zhang Xiaoyi walked to the front of the car, looked at Zhang Qian who was already stunned, and said, "Are you not going home yet?"

Zhang Qian wakes up from a dream:
"Oh, oh, okay, go home."

Zhang Xiaoyi pointed at Ah Hui and Ah Chao who were lying on the ground and said to Ye Fan:

"They are fine, they just fainted. They just need to go back and rest for a few days. Thank you for your help."

Then he got on the passenger seat of the Ferrari:
"drive."

Zhang Qian secretly glanced at Zhang Xiaoyi's handsome profile.

There was no longer disdain in his eyes, but admiration.

This brother is so awesome!

Is he a god?
It can fly and thunder!

The car started and drove a long way away.

Zhang Xiaoyi's face suddenly turned red and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He left the battlefield in such a hurry so as not to show his cowardice, as he had been seriously injured in the previous battle.

Zhang Qian quickly braked and exclaimed:
"Brother, what's wrong with you?!"

Zhang Xiaoyi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled bitterly and said:

“As expected of a powerful ancient figure.

Even though most of his cultivation and intelligence had been worn away, his combat power was still terrifyingly strong.

It is not something that ordinary people like us can compare to."

. . . . . .

Xie Qilin returned to the Xie family mansion with a gloomy face.

Xie Youlin had just returned, and he was hugging a woman who looked very worldly.

Xie Qilin remembered that the woman's name was Jiaojiao, and that Xie Youlin had snatched her from a gangster.

He suddenly remembered something, and asked Xie Youlin:

"What was the name of the blond kid you kicked out the day I came home?"

Xie Youlin was a little afraid of this gloomy brother. He swallowed and said nervously:

"My name is Ye Fan."

When the evil unicorn heard this, his eyes suddenly widened:
"You said, his name is Ye Fan?"

Xie Youlin was even more frightened and smiled awkwardly:

"Brother...brother, that guy is just an ordinary gangster, why do you care so much!"

The evil Qilin clenched his fists tightly, and his fingertips turned white.

What the old host said is coming true little by little.

He went back to the house holding the oil-paper umbrella without saying a word, which made Xie Youlin feel even more frightened.

Xie Youlin grabbed Jiaojiao's hand:

"Tell me the truth, what is Ye Fan's background?"

Jiaojiao shook her head blankly:
"I, I don't know..."

. . . . . .

A few days later, South China Sea, Atlantis Sea.

The sun burned the clouds red, and the small fisherman stayed on the boundless sea at dusk.

The old fisherman cast his net downwards.

Again, nothing was gained.

The old fisherman sighed, started the engine and headed deeper into the water.

Suddenly, he saw something and his eyes widened in disbelief.

I saw a whale swimming on the sparkling sea facing the sunset, leaving huge ripples.

The old fisherman rubbed his eyes.

There seemed to be another person on the whale.

The old fisherman murmured:

"Will you encounter a fairy?"

He quickly knelt on the boat, clasped his hands together towards the whale, and prayed silently.

After the god riding on the whale entered the sea area ahead, the sea became turbulent and many small whirlpools appeared.

The old fisherman's face turned horrified.

The storm is coming!
how come?
A strong wind came suddenly, creating huge waves in an instant. The small fishing boat was like a drifting leaf in the sea.

The old fisherman quickly called for help and prayed in the direction where the whale disappeared.

A huge creature appeared on the crest of the wave. It was the missing whale.

"boom!"

The whale crashed into the ocean, breaking up the waves.

The sea water dispersed towards both sides of the small fishing boat.

The strong wind subsided, the old fisherman kowtowed twice, then turned around and rushed eastward.

(End of this chapter)