"This!"

For a while, Xuelie saw a lot of eyes on him, and suddenly felt like crying without tears, and hurriedly looked at Ao Yang for help, but was ignored by Ao Yang.

"Third prince, I did what you asked, if you don't save me, won't it chill the hearts of other people who admire your prestige and come to surrender?"

A sad expression appeared on Xuelie's face.

Although he is the power of the Golden Immortal Realm, he can't ignore the prestige of the Dragon Palace of the West Sea, if he dares to hurt the third prince, he will definitely be hunted down by the Dragon Palace and killed to death, and if he dares to hurt the eighth Buddha, it is not clear whether the Buddha will spare him, but the Demon Venerable may not let him go.

Demon Venerable is famous for his crimes, not only is he cruel, but also his methods are extremely terrifying, he can imprison the monk's primordial spirit into the heavenly demon realm, as the nourishment of the heavenly demon and heaven and earth, and gradually be assimilated into a fierce and cold heavenly demon, he felt scared when he thought about it a little.

And he had seen him from afar, and that man had restrained his momentum that day, like an ordinary person.

There were tens of thousands of monks besieging that day, a few golden immortals, a dozen heavenly immortals, and countless earth immortals, and the strength of the monks who besieged the demon venerable that day was enough to smooth out the mountains and seas, and tens of thousands of miles in a radius were wiped out, this is a force that even heaven and earth can't resist!

But what did he see?

On that day, the sin did not resist at all, standing in the storm that annihilated all things in the world, like a god and demon standing in the chaos, the terrifying power did not hurt him in the slightest, everything was like a bubble phantom, and it could not even force the sin to take a step back.

But in an instant, the sin was attacked, and all the storm suddenly stopped, as if it had never appeared.

In the next moment, all the creatures within a radius of thousands of miles exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and no one could avoid it!

Even if it is the power of cultivating to the Golden Immortal Realm, it will not be able to survive under this terrifying power like gods and demons stirring chaos, and the physical body will be completely shattered.

He didn't even know how those monks died, and he didn't even know if the Demon Venerable had made a move, but it was already over.

The force that could overthrow the countless forces outside the Dragon Palace of the West Sea was all wiped out, and a strong or weak monk Dao died, and all the thousands of miles in a radius turned into a sea of blood, which was unbearable to see.

The Demon Venerable's body erupted with a monstrous glow, like a demonic god who commanded the heavens and the earth, devouring all the blood and qi essence within a radius of thousands of miles into his body, and even the remnants of those monks could not escape, and they were included in the Heavenly Demon Realm, and the remnants of life were worse than death!

He saw all this in his eyes, and he was naturally extremely afraid of the Demon Venerable's guilt, and now he saw Li Jihuang, who was exactly the same as the edict, on Blue Rock City, and he was naturally frightened to the point of being heartbroken, even beyond the point of being afraid of the West Sea Dragon Palace.

Now he saw that this person who was similar to the Demon Venerable wanted to ask for the guilt, and he was about to be bold, and even hurriedly put his eyes on Ao Yang for help, begging him bitterly.

Hearing this, Ao Yang's heart fluttered, and he looked at Li Jihuang cautiously, but found that the latter was also looking at him with a smile, and quickly withdrew his gaze and straightened his chest, coughing heavily: "Ahem, Eighth Buddha, all this is caused by a misunderstanding, you said that it is not appropriate to settle the grievance, otherwise this matter is like this, how about it?"

"That's it, but what should I do with the countless souls who died under the blades of your Sea Clan? Now that I am in charge of Weiyuan, how can I give an explanation to those people whose families are ruined?"

Li Jihuang's face was solemn, without the slightest hippie smile like Ao Yang, and his heavy appearance made anyone feel depressed when they saw it.

"This ......"

Whether it was Ao Yang or Tianji Sword Venerable, their hearts were a little depressed when they heard this.

Even though Li Jihuang's cultivation is not high, there is a huge momentum on his body, the mixed aura of holding a high position and cultivating to reach the peak of the Great Wilderness, when he is serious, he exudes majesty, which makes countless people sit up in danger, and they dare not be rude at all.

Even a high-ranking and powerful gentleman like Ao Yang is afraid, but you can imagine how heavy the majesty on his body is.

"That...... Can't I compensate for it? I'll go back and compensate you for the loss here......"

Ao Yang didn't have the arrogance he had when he first came, but asked him cautiously.

Even he didn't know why he was so afraid of this young man he had met for a short time, and even more afraid of his father.

"Reparation? How can you compensate for human life? Can your things be exchanged for those dead lives? Can those families who have lost their fathers, mothers, and children return to the world? Can the mountains and rivers slaughtered by the executioners still restore their former peace?"

Li Jihuang looked at him solemnly, his voice was heavy and sad, which made many people silent, especially the people of Blue Rock City, who were deeply aware of it, and the sentimental ones even shed tears.

"So, then what should I do!"

Hearing this, Ao Yang also became anxious.

Speaking of which, he was just a spoiled child, and now when he heard Li Jihuang speak in such a sad voice, he panicked and looked at him anxiously.

Of course, what he was anxious about was not those dead lives, but he felt that the Eighth Buddha had said that the situation was extremely serious, as if he wanted to set him up again, and wanted to make him pay any price, and he was naturally afraid in his heart.

He was only afraid of the brutal Eighth Buddha, not how miserable the families were after being slaughtered by the Sea Clan's blade.

"What should I do? Of course, your third prince feels his own fault, and is willing to pray for a hundred years in the Weiyuan River section, reciting scriptures and surpassing the countless dead souls!"

Li Ji looked at him with a smile, but his gentle eyes made Ao Yang feel very uncomfortable, he took a few steps back, and said with a smile: "Don't say goodbye, Buddha, my father has locked me up for a few days, I feel uncomfortable, if you let me stay in this ghost place for a hundred years, I will die!"

"Don't you, hehe, it's up to you!"

Li Jihuang smiled coldly, walked towards him indifferently, frightened Ao Yang's face was startled, and he quickly turned into his body and got up and flew into the air, but he was bound by a golden light, and his whole body lost his mana.

Bang....

The huge dragon body fell to the ground, and he didn't have the power to move, let alone magic.

"Eighth Buddha, what are you doing here, if you dare to deal with me, my father will definitely not let you go!"

Ao Yang was terrified, and drank back again and again from the young man who was close to him.

"Hehe, the third prince made a bloody storm and blood flowed into the Weiyuan River section of my Weiyuan, do you want to pat your ass and leave like this?

"No, I'm willing to compensate for the eighth Buddha! I'll give you whatever you want, if you let me go!"

At this moment, Ao Yang's mana was completely lost, and when he looked at the young man who was slowly walking towards him, it seemed that a sense of death had come again, which made him terrified, and said in a panic.

"No, no, although I am poor, I still have the ability to clean up the broken mountains and rivers and rebuild my homeland, third prince, you should spend time here for the dead souls, and I will definitely release you after a hundred years." ”

"No, no, don't! Let me go, please! It's useless for me to stay here!"

In an instant, Ao Yang cried and burst into tears, truly feeling the fear.

"Hehe, third prince, you better stay, I think the people in the Weiyuan River section hope that you can stay and watch the broken mountains and rivers recover, and see you repent for the dead soul!"

Li Jihuang laughed, completely ignoring the other party's pleas.

This little white dragon is arrogant and arrogant, and he doesn't take the world in his eyes at all, he suspects that the other party forgot about today's events in less than two days after he went back, so he naturally wants to give the other party a deep impression, so that the other party will be more restrained in the future, at least he will not dare to hit his Weiyuan's attention.

And he dared to do this because he felt a pair of invisible eyes looking at this heaven and earth, paying attention to every move here, and he had never felt this breath, not like a Buddhist sect, so he could naturally guess that this person was either Ao Yang's protector or the Dragon King of the West Sea.

The reason why he has such a tough posture is that he wants to tell the forces of the West Sea that his Eighth Buddha is not easy to provoke, whether it is in the future or now, if he dares to hit his head with attention, there will be no good fruit to eat!

And now, he is just forcing out that person, and he also wants to teach Ao Yang a deep lesson, and even deter a group of ghosts!

"Chi Zhu, how are you recovering from your injuries?"

Li Jihuang ignored the little white dragon who was imprisoned on the ground without a trace of resistance, but looked at the previous Chi Zhu who had been suppressed by the blood spirit.

"Ahem, failed to recover!"

Chi Zhu smiled helplessly, after he was crushed by the blood spirit, he had been seriously injured in his body, and he had not recovered yet.

"Oh?

"In!"

Hearing this person who was similar to the Demon Venerable Guilty call him, Blood Lie couldn't have the slightest intention of resisting, and hurriedly replied, for fear that he would be ruthlessly tortured if he was one step too late.

"Blood Lie, what are you cultivating?"

Li Ji looked at him with a ridiculous smile, which made Xuelie feel a little frightened, and he was full of excitement, and hurriedly said: "Demon Venerable, I have not long stepped into the middle stage of the Golden Immortal Realm!"

"Can you move mountains and seas?"

Li Jihuang continued to look at him with a smile.

"Yes, the little ones can do anything!"

"Okay, then you go and move that mountain over, press Ao Yang under the mountain, and I will make him repent for a hundred years!"

Suddenly, the smile on Li Jihuang's face stopped, and it became extremely serious, which made people feel a huge pressure.

"This..."

Blood Lie hesitated as he looked at the thousand-meter-high mountain in the distance.

It's not that he can't cast spells on this mountain, but when he is afraid that the Eighth Buddha will let him do something to offend the West Sea.

Sure enough, when this thought flashed through his mind, Li Jihuang said slowly: "You go and carry that mountain over and put it on the third prince's body!"