"Fuck, the ugly old woman is really fast, and it will take a while to catch up. ”

On the head of the faithless, four large mouths let out a gong-like shout at the same time.

The heavenly wind blew on his face, and a blood light floated out from Wuxin's body, condensing into a three-zhang blood dragon outside his body.

The giant tail of the blood dragon curled up, tightly coiling Feng Yi's sturdy body in it, no matter how he did it, it was difficult to open the slightest gap and find freedom.

"Boy, don't waste your efforts. With your big cultivation, it is impossible for you to escape from the palm of the deity. ”

On Wuxin's head, towards Feng Yi's ugly face, he opened and closed his mouth widely, and said with a sneer.

Feng Yi knew that what he said was true, and after thinking about it, he gave up struggling.

Turning his head to look behind him, he saw that thirty miles away in the air, the Elder Kong's streamer was roaring through the air, chasing after him like a lightning speed.

The speed of the Void Elder's transformation of the streamer is very fast, and the speed of the untrustworthy is not slow.

One chased and one fled, and the distance between the two sides was always maintained at about thirty miles.

Feng Yi was anxious, and said secretly: "Wuxin is a demon god, and the demon yuan in his body is strong, even if he flies for three days and two nights, he will not feel tired." Elder Kong is just a human body, and when he is poor in manpower, how can he outrun without faith?"

Thinking about countermeasures, he suddenly thought: "He is a demon god, can the ghost gate ban him?"

When the mind thinks about it, the mind moves with it. In the palm of his left hand, the ghost gate quietly emerged.

The ghost door was wide open, and the sad cry of ten thousand ghosts came from inside. The thick and violent resentment suddenly rushed out and spread out towards the heavens and the earth.

At the same time, a strong suction force suddenly appeared in the depths of the ghost gate, pulling the resentful qi and reluctantly returning to the ghost gate.

The suction was still there, Feng Yi moved his left hand and pressed the palm of his hand on the blood dragon body that had condensed into substance.

The ghost gate trembled, and the blood dragon remained.

Feng Yi's brows furrowed, and his heart was lost.

But at this moment, he suddenly saw Wuxin's face facing him, his eyes suddenly lit up, and there seemed to be essence spitting out in his pupils.

His lips opened and closed, and he said without faith: "The qi of the underworld, how can there be the qi of the underworld here?"

Feng Yi's heart tightened, and he secretly said badly, so he hurriedly put away the ghost door and clenched his left hand, for fear that Wuxin would find out the clue.

But God didn't fulfill people's wishes, and when the faith came, the abnormality was still discovered.

Feng Yi's figure was reflected in the blood-colored pupils, and Wuxin smiled cruelly: "Boy, you are really lying to me." ...... It's on you, yes or no?"

The three words 'Ghost Emperor Seal' cannot be said without faith.

He thought he had spoken a voice, but the creatures of the Boundless World could not hear it.

Feng Yi hurriedly shook his head, "I'm under your control, you can feel free to rummage through my Xuan Bag to see if there is a Ghost Emperor Seal." ”

Wuxin's eyes turned sharply, his neck twisted, and he changed frequently, and eight blood-colored eyes swept Feng Yi's face quickly.

Feng Yi was calm and held his head high.

Wuxin thought for a while and said: "You kid is very deceitful, you deceived the deity at the altar of Xiaowu, and this time you are still deceiving the deity." Hmph! If you are calm, there must be a ghost in your heart, so you can search for it. ”

With that, with a wave of his big hand, a bloody light floated out of his palm.

The blood light changed by the wind, turned into a blood-colored palm, and checked Feng Yi's Zhou body inside and out.

Finding nothing, Wuxin's eight eyebrows furrowed, his bloody hands did not stop, and he dragged Feng Yi's Xuan Xuan Bag from his waist.

I rummaged through again, but I still couldn't find the Ghost Emperor Seal.

Wuxin said "Huh" and said, "Really?"

Feng Yi glanced at him and said, "Can I still lie to you?"

"Since the Ghost Emperor Seal is not on you, why do you have the Qi of the Underworld emitting from you?" Wuxin asked coldly.

Feng Yi said: "The qi of the underworld? What is the qi of the underworld? There is no underworld in the boundless world, and there is no qi of the underworld. ”

Wuxin was stunned and said, "You call it resentment. ”

Feng Yi has seen Du Ziren's memory, how can he not know that the anger of resentment is the anger of the underworld, he is just fooling and distrustful.

"I just passed through a swamp, maybe there are evil spirits lurking in it. Feng Yi said casually.

Wuxin shook his head, "Impossible, how can a mere evil spirit emit such a violent resentful aura?"

Feng Yi rolled his eyes, "It can't be an evil or an evil demon?"

After taking a deep look, he suddenly smiled fiercely and said, "You don't have to lie to me, wait to get rid of that ugly old woman, the deity has its own way for you to invite it truthfully." ”

Feng Yi sneered, "You think I'm the kind of person who is afraid of punishment and humiliation?"

"It's good that you are also the 'Southern Xinjiang Ghost Emperor', one of the five masters of the Hades, and the same position as the 'Jade Emperor', if the deity uses punishment against you, wouldn't it be too much to lose your prestige. Rest assured, the deity will not insult you. ”

The untrustworthy posture is arrogant, and it seems that he has a great disdain for beating and insulting the captives.

Feng Yi didn't believe him, and pouted: "I believe you are a ghost." ”

Wuxin was stunned, "The deity is not a ghost, the deity is a demon god, a demon god." ”

Feng Yi didn't bother to talk to him so much about his identity, and asked in a deep voice: "Since you don't plan to torture me, then what other way can I tell the whereabouts of the Ghost Emperor Seal?"

Wuxin pretended to smile deeply.

Feng Yi's heart sank, and he blurted out: "You want to search my soul?"

Wuxin raised his eyebrows, "Hehe, soul searching, isn't this exactly what your five masters of the underworld are good at, and now that you are in another world, I will also teach you to taste the taste of being searched for souls." ”

Although there are no ghosts in the boundless world, hundreds of millions of living beings also have souls.

It's just that because of the limitations of the rules of the Heavenly Dao, the souls of hundreds of millions of beings in the Boundless World are very fragile, and when the body dies, the soul will also dissipate.

Only a powerful Xuan Xiu with a solid soul can survive in the world without fear of the light of heaven after death.

But it can only last for a while, it can't last, and it can't be like the Chinese world, where the soul cultivates and the ghost path cultivates immortals.

Just like the Heavenly Sword Master, his cultivation is profound, his skills are deep, and he can only barely retain a wisp of residual thoughts after death. And you have to rely on the Xuanbing Heavenly Sword to survive in the world for a long time, you can't get out of the sword body, and you can't control the Xuanbing Heavenly Sword to move freely.

This is the difference between the boundless world and the Chinese world.

But as long as there is a soul, there is a way to search for the soul. This method is not unique to the Chinese world, and there are many left-hand cultivators in the boundless world who have mastered this technique.

The soul is fragile and cannot be destroyed by external forces, if the soul is searched, the light one will become stupid, and the heavy one will die immediately.

The evil and vicious nature of this method is so vicious that even the evil cultivators of the Left Dao can't help but be frightened when they hear it.

Feng Yi couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and said secretly: "If I am really searched by him, how can I live?"

Thoughts are racing, and I am thinking about what to do.

Wuxin saw it in his eyes, "hehe" laughed evilly, and said, "What's the matter?"

There was a violent fluctuation of Yuan Force behind him, and the Elder of the Sky chased him for a long time without trust, his Yuan Force was seriously depleted, and he was anxious, and he had already urged the secret technique, and then increased the speed of moving by three points.

"Fuck, the ugly old woman has a lot of means. ”

Wuxin scolded angrily, waved his eight arms together, pinched his fingers, and won a great victory in the blood all over his body, and the "whoosh" pierced the sky, and the movement speed increased sharply.

Feng Yi smelled the fluctuation of Yuan Force coming from behind him, and a bright light suddenly flashed in his mind.

A faint sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Wuxin saw it in his eyes, doubted it in his heart, and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"Laugh at you. Feng Yi said coldly: "With your current cultivation, it is impossible to perform the Soul Searching Evil Technique. ”

Wuxin was stunned, and his eight eyes were round.

Feng Yi said to himself: "Only the fifth step of Xuan Xiu, the powerhouse of the Sea Realm, can come into contact with the soul supernatural power, and start to cultivate the divine soul, strengthen the divine soul, and combine the spiritual power to transform the divine thought." ”

The matter of divine thoughts was not seen in books, but from the mouth of the green snake.

"Do you think my cultivation hasn't reached the fifth step of Xuan Xiu?" Wuxin sneered.

Feng Yi shook his head and nodded again.

Puzzled, he asked, "What do you mean?"

Feng Yi said: "I can't estimate how high your cultivation is. But I'm sure that your current cultivation has not reached the realm of opening up the sea. If you don't enter the sea realm, you can't perform the soul searching magic. That's why I laugh at you for not being self-conscious. Of course, you can also forcibly urge the soul search magic to search my soul, and you can see if I will fight to kill your soul to eat you. ”

How high is the cultivation of Wuxin Truth, Feng Yi thought that it was at least above the seventh step of Xuan Xiu.

After all, he is the demon god of the Chinese world, and he is also one of the 48,000 clones of Xiao Wu, if he doesn't have some strength, how can he be worthy of the title of demon god, and how can he be valued by Xiao Wu and refined into a clone.

But Wuxin also said that he was calculated by the 'Ranger Er', and now he is seriously injured, his cultivation has been greatly reduced, and he thinks that he is invincible to the Elder of the Sky.

The Elder of the Sky is the end of the four elders of the Heavenly Sword Sect of the Sea, Broad, Heaven, and Sky, and is cultivated in the middle stage of the Sea Realm.

It can be inferred from this that the strength of Wuxin at this time will inevitably not reach the sea realm.

If he reached the Bihai Realm, even in the early stage of the Bihai Realm, with his ability as a demon god in another world, he would never be frightened by the empty elder and turn around and run, not to mention that he would stay and fight, so as not to lose the majesty of the demon god.

Of course, this is just Feng Yi's speculation.

But when Feng Yi told his speculation, he saw through the change in his disbelief expression that he was not wrong.

Unexpectedly, it was good, and Feng Yi couldn't help but praise in surprise, "This faithlessness is really good, before you reach the sea realm to cultivate, you can kill those thousands of Xuan Xiu without the power to fight back." ”

At the foot of Taiping Mountain, there are nearly a thousand Xuan cultivators, among whom there are many strong people in the middle and late stages of the Huayuan Realm.

But without exception, they are not the opponents of the faithless, and even when they join forces, they have not been able to force the faithless to show their ontology.

The strength of the faithless combat power is not allowed to be sealed and not sideways, and not to be surprised.

But after the praise, Feng Yi also felt a sense of arrogance from the bottom of his heart, and said in his heart: "I'm not worse than him." ”

He is now a cultivator in the Inner Rest Realm, and killing the late stage of the Xuan Realm is like cutting grass and slaughtering a dog, effortlessly. When you are successful in cultivating in the future, you will be able to perform occult arts, and you will be able to do what you are doing today, and it will not be effortless to be able to do it.

"Boy, you may have forgotten that the deity is not a demon god here, and the metaphysical cultivation of the Boundless World Transformation Yuan Realm cannot perform the Soul Searching Evil Technique, so the deity may not be able to. Wuxin said coldly.

Feng Yi shook his head and chuckled, "Although you are not a boundless being, you are in the boundless world at this time. As the saying goes, you don't understand this truth, right? The supernatural powers of the Chinese world may not be easy to use in the boundless world. ”

Wuxin's eight eyes were narrowed, and he was silent.

After a long time, he suddenly laughed, "Good boy, really smart." But there is one thing you miscalculated, the deity turned around and ran, not because he was worried that he would not be able to beat the ugly old woman. It's ......"

Before he could finish a sentence, Wuxin's words were ruthlessly interrupted by Feng Yi.

"Why make a fool of yourself, you can't beat her, if you could, you wouldn't run so easily. ”

Feng Yi paused, looking at the four faces of Wuxin, his expression changed rapidly, and his heart was indescribably happy.

"The masters of the Heavenly Sword Sect came out together, you deliberately sold the flaws to lure them away, right? That day, in the Ten Thousand Demon Forest, the Blood Rakshasa was haunted and killed the Heavenly Sword Sect's test-taking cultivators, right?"

Feng Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze penetrated his heart.

"If you really have the ability to compete with the Xuan Cultivator of the Sea Clearing Realm, there is no need to put so much effort into luring away the masters of the Heavenly Sword Sect. ”

Wuxin smiled bitterly, "Why do you say it so bluntly? It will save me some face, after all, in Huaxia, I am also a dignified demon god." ”

Feng Yi raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "You're just a captive who was refined into a clone by Xiao Wu." ”

Wuxin's expression was cold, and he said gloomily: "Doppelganger, captive, do you know how many of his people I killed, how many demon masters I killed?"

The four mouths are in unison, and the voice is hoarse.

Feng Yi pursed his lips, "No matter how much you kill, you're just a defeated general, and you're brave from two worlds, what kind of ability is it?"

Without a belief knot, the four mouths opened at the same time, wanting to say something, but I didn't know how to defend it for a while.

The heavenly wind poured into his mouth, and he coughed again and again, and his ugly face became more and more distorted.

He suddenly smiled cruelly, looked at Feng Yi coldly with big eyes, and said, "Do you know that now you are also a captive, and the deity can refine you into a clone at any time." No, the deity will refine you into a blood rakshasa and make you kneel at the feet of the deity, lick the soles of the deity's shoes, and serve me as the master. ”

The louder he talked, the more he said the gas, the more arrogant he became, and the non-faithless sky laughed wildly, and the sound shook the sky.

"The dignified 'Southern Xinjiang Ghost Emperor', the master of the underworld, is about to become my untrustworthy crotch bad dog, 'Du Ziren', what qualifications do you have to laugh at the deity, what qualifications do you have to say that the deity is the general of the defeated army?"

Feng Yi shook his head and said lightly: "It is impossible for you to refine me into a clone, nor can you refine me into a blood rakshasa. ”

Wuxin raised an eyebrow at him, "Why can't it be?"

Feng Yi laughed loudly, "Because she's here......"

Before the voice was finished, a sword came west.