It's just that the old shopkeeper of the tavern shop who is running faster and faster wants to let go of that bundle of divine consciousness in the slightest.

Because although he allowed that bundle of divine consciousness to escape, the bundle of divine consciousness that fled faster and faster did not realize that he seemed to be spinning in place, circling in a circle in the labyrinth.

So the bundle of divine consciousness that had no way out could only be like a headless fly crashing around, as if it could escape from that road, but it was a scene where no way could escape.

Jiang Yier, the old shopkeeper of the tavern, yawned boredly, but it was really boring, otherwise he would not have done this boring thing in front of him.

The reason why the divine consciousness that thought it reacted extremely quickly and fled extremely quickly failed to escape was because the entire space around it actually did not belong to the space above this blood-soaked street, but in the space of his Jiang Yier, the kind of space that only the Xuansheng powerhouse could build was collapsing.

It's like being in his Jiang Yier's palm, how to run, how to run, and what runs around is not all in his Jiang Yier's palm, if he can run out of his Jiang Yier's palm, then it can be regarded as ability, but the bundle in front of him is just a wisp of weak divine consciousness after I don't know how many bundles are scattered, and it is obviously the kind of person who has no ability.

However, it's not that he doesn't have the ability or that the ability is not big enough, but compared to him Jiang Yier, these skills are not skills.

Jiang Yier slightly cocked the wooden bench, still in the posture of the golden rooster independence, and his body suddenly disappeared in place, and the wooden bench began to be a little shaky and unstable after losing gravity and overlay, and the building was about to fall slightly, so when this was not toppling, Jiang Yier's figure appeared on the wooden bench again.

The wooden bench creaked slightly.

Jiang Yier smiled, his right hand was clenched, and after he released his five fingers, a faint light of divine consciousness flickered and dimmed.

The divine sense is not honest, and he wants to escape away from the palm of his five fingers, but Jiang Yier is not in a hurry for a moment and says: "Little guy, don't say that it is your little divine sense, even if the master is lying in the palm of my hand, if I don't want him to leave, he has no signs of leaving, so you still stay here honestly." ”

The divine consciousness with three points of spiritual wisdom also seemed to have figured it out, and after struggling for a while, he stopped struggling, and honestly stayed in Jiang Yier's five fingers.

Who would have thought, Jiang Yier tightened his five fingers violently, and then sent them to his mouth in less than half an instant, and separated his five fingers from one mouth after another, and the frightened divine consciousness began to flee from the mountain-like five fingers without caring about anything.

It's just that the deliberately set aside exit between the five fingers is another abyss entrance, and the entrance goes straight to the stomach.

Jiang Yier smacked his lips, but he didn't actually have any taste, but he felt that it was very tasteful, so it was very tasteful if he didn't have a taste.

The small wooden bench fell silently from all corners, Jiang Yier continued to look at the first floor with a smile on his face, which was still far away but still close at hand, the reason why he laughed was that Jiang Yier felt that if he didn't laugh now, he wouldn't be able to laugh for a while, as for the master of that wisp of divine sense, in his Jiang Yier's heart, he was a Dongzhou monk who could barely see the eyes, and the monk who made him Jiang Yier say the last sentence to see the eyes, that is the kind that really looks at the eyes.

And among the fifth floors of the first floor, the fifth floor is not as mysterious and mysterious as ordinary foreign monks think, on the contrary, the entire fifth floor is particularly empty, except for a simple futon and a low wooden desk in front of the futon, there seems to be nothing.

The round futon is like an ordinary secular world under the mountain, the kind of yellow grass futon woven from yellowed weeds in late autumn that can only be found in remote and poor places in the countryside, and placed in the country temple, waiting for those who worship sincerely.

What can be placed on the fifth floor of the restaurant on the first floor will naturally not be an ordinary ordinary object.

The spirit plants used to compile these futons alone are the Zhenxin grass that has reached the height of the Seven Realms, and this Zhenxin grass is extremely hard, and it is difficult for ordinary low-level middle-grade mystical weapons to leave any traces on it, but the futon in front of him is actually all the soul-calming grass that is sold one by one according to the ordinary spirit stones, which can be described as extravagant.

What's even more extravagant is that these unusually strong soul-calming grasses have been compiled into a futon, isn't it just an ordinary simple and easy task?

No matter which shop sells spiritual plants and Xuancao on this blood-soaked street, no matter what, it will be a pressure box substrate, just look at it and it will not be easy to buy, even if it is sold the kind of pressure box substrate that ordinary monks will definitely not afford.

It's just that in the five floors of the first floor, it is treated as an ordinary futon, of course, compared to the low wooden table in front of this futon, I don't think this futon made of calm grass is overkill.

Because the wood used to make this wooden table is all made of mountain trees that can be called the ancestral trees of the ancestors.

This futon and a wooden table rested on the ordinary mountain, and in the eyes of the Xuanhuang monks, it must be the kind of thing that directly reprimands the heavens, but when the well-proportioned monk with an old face who sat on the futon sat down, it seemed so reasonable.

Because the man with his head tied in a bun and a wide robe was the pillar of the Jieshi Sect, even in the case of the Thorn Mountain, he was still the old ancestor of the Jieshi Sect who was still firmly pressing the end of the Thorn Mountain, the uncrowned strong monk on the first mountain in this troubled land.

Many years ago, the cultivation on the mountain was already the second heaven of Emperor Xuan at the top of the mountain.

He is still the best monk among the two heavens.

In fact, the true identity of that Liyu is not as guessed by the few monks on the top of the Jieshi Sect, the real identity is his Wei Yingqing's obsessive incarnation out of the body, which is probably similar to the outer body of the Demon Cultivator, the Martial Cultivation Outer Body of the Martial Cultivator, and the yesterday, present, and future bodies of the few sect names in Nanzhou.

That's why the sect master of the Jieshi Sect who knew this scale and half claw would be so laissez-faire, after all, he was also an ancestor of Liyu Yu.

Li Yu only broke away from him Wei Yingqing is actually a complete Li Yu is already a complete Li Yu Yu, but on top of some of the causes and effects that involve the mountain of chance, this separation incarnation is also the key to determining whether he Wei Yingqing can take a step forward and kick the last kick of the door.

Wei Yingqing opened his eyes and made a strange posture with his hands, which was unique to the Nanzhou Daoist Cultivator.