Chapter Ninety-Four: Soldier Casting Immortal Master

Smelling the mellow aroma of wine, the immortal slowly opened his eyes, casually clasped a finger of snot, and wiped it on the monkey with his backhand: "Who are you sacred? I don't know you well, right?"

The monkey endured the nausea and smiled fiercely: "I will have a relationship with you soon, and we are very familiar with each other." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

"Bang!" Before the white bone spirit could react, the monkey slammed his fist on the immortal's head, smashing his entire head like a watermelon, and the pale golden blood and white brain pulp mixed together and burst out, if it weren't for the white bone spirit dodging quickly, it was estimated that it would splash on his face.

"Tsk, what a dazzling fireworks. The white bone spirit sighed in his mouth, withdrew from the palace, and instructed: "If the immortal body is disabled, it will be disabled, but don't beat the immortal to death, we can't do this kind of business that needs to bear the big cause and effect." ā€

The monkey bowed his head, patted the headless corpse, and shouted: "Give me the head to condense it, what is the matter with the dignified immortal pretending to be dead!"

The headless immortal was directly slapped to the ground by him, and the fairy light flickered, condensing a head. Before he could speak, the monkey's fist struck him in the head again, and with a loud bang, the Bone Spirit saw the fireworks again for free.

"Condense your head. The monkey looked at the immortal condescendingly and said indifferently.

"Xiaoxian knows that he is wrong, and Shangxian spares his life. The headless cactus cried and hugged the monkey's thigh, and the blood on his neck rubbed against the monkey's pants.

"Ahhh......h

The white-bearded old man's spirit struggled in the monkey's fluffy hands, and shouted: "Xiaoxian is wrong, Xiaoxian is wrong, Shangxian hurry up and let go." ā€

The monkey slammed his soul on the stone pillar in the hall, and asked with a shout: "Tell me honestly, who are you, where is Ou Yezi now, and why is there no one else here besides you?"

The old man pointed to himself and said seriously: "I am Ou Yezi, and the reason why this place is deserted is completely caused by me." ā€

"Don't lie. The white bone spirit flew into the hall and said indifferently: "The famous soldier casting master in the Three Realms, not to mention the immortal wind Dao bone, has an extraordinary bearing, and at least there must be some grandmaster demeanor." How can you be a young fairy like you who is drunk and dreaming of death, living a sloppy life, and having a dirty fairy body, how can you be Ouzhizi?!"

The old man said helplessly: "I am just an iron-striking, the best at sword forging, what can I do with the grandmaster? Forget it, believe it or not, if you don't believe it, just leave, don't disturb my rest." ā€

As he spoke, the White Bone Spirit had been watching him closely, but he was surprised to find that this person was not half distracted, but full of disheartenedness.

"Since you've said so, I believe you, but how did you end up in such a field?"

Ou Yezi was silent, obviously reluctant to talk about the topic.

The monkey said coldly: "If you don't want to speak, I will personally help you condense the immortal body, and then break the condensation again and again until you are willing to speak." ā€

Ou Yezi's soul trembled, and he said in horror: "When a soldier caster can no longer build weapons, sinking is just a matter of time......

Through the old man's narration, the two demons learned that about two or three years ago, Ou Zhizi was still the number one divine craftsman in Heavenly Court, in charge of the military industry department of Heavenly Court, leading tens of thousands of subordinates to create countless invincible divine soldiers, and made great contributions in the process of Heavenly Court's suppression of the Three Realms.

But because of this, he has offended countless people, not only some forces that are against Heavenly Court hate him to the core, but also some big demons who surrender to Heavenly Court are also full of malice towards him.

One day, one of his closest disciples was bribed and poisoned his tea, which severely damaged his soul and destroyed his arms.

Immortal Doctor Bian Que personally intervened, but he failed to save these two arms, and since then he has cut off the possibility of casting troops.

When he could no longer cast troops, the Jade Emperor rewarded him with many things, but deprived him of his official position and let him return to his palace to recuperate.

The disheartened Ou Yezi dismissed everyone in the mansion, and lived here alone, drunk and dreaming all day long, and his personality became more and more withdrawn and weird, almost like a different person.

To this day, he encloses himself in this fairy palace, unwilling to meet anyone. And the rest of the immortals, even if they came to visit, could not be received by him, and gradually, no one came here again. Only his daughter Mo Xie and his son-in-law would come every once in a while to clean the Asgard Palace and prepare some food for him.

"In the Three Realms, what spirit creature can heal the wounds on your arms?"

Ou Yezi shook his head and said, "Don't waste your efforts, if there is really such a thing, even if it is the fairy fat dew in Guanyin's hand, my daughter and son-in-law have also taken it for me." ā€

Thinking of the name of the cadre Mo Ye, the white bone spirit nodded, but opened his mouth in the ghost world: "Is there any way to save Ou Yezi?"

"The life potion can cure any toxin, but, listening to what he said, even the immortal fat dew can't dissolve the toxins in his soul, and if you want to save him, the life potion you need can be called a huge amount. Mei said.

Bai Gujing frowned slightly, suddenly thought of something, and said, "If Ou Yezi's Divine Soul is knocked down by a few levels, will the toxins in his Divine Soul also be reduced?"

"If the toxin has merged with his spirit, of course it will be reduced, and if it is not fused, then once it is done, the toxin will kill him instantly. The Spirit replied.

The white bone spirit nodded secretly, raised his eyes, and asked Ou Yezi, "I have a question for you, have the toxins and divine souls in your body fused together?"

"If only I hadn't. Ou Yezi sighed and said, "In that case, you can also use spells to separate the toxins little by little." ā€

Bai Gujing smiled slightly and said lightly: "For me, this is the best situation. Ou Yezi, how about we make a business?"

Ou Yezi's heart moved, and he thought of a possibility. Moments later, however, he rejected the possibility.

Even the poison that can't be solved by fairy fat dew, what can a mere demon king do?

"Do you think I still have the capital to trade with you?"

The white bone spirit had a calm face and said, "I can give you this money." ā€

Ou Yezi's breath stagnated slightly: "What do you mean?"

"I can cleanse your soul of toxins and restore you to the power of the Divine Craftsman. But to do that, I also have to pay a great price. In order to prevent losses, the price I paid needs you to sell yourself to me to repay, what do you think of this business?"