The night wind is bleak, but this is far less than the bleakness in Wang Churen's heart.

He didn't run away, and he couldn't.

He did not kneel and beg for mercy like his grandson, because it was of no use to this lord.

He could not kneel down on the knees of the king of Xizhou.

Thinking of this, Wang Churen smiled bitterly, and laughed with tears!

He was laughing at himself for being an idiot, guarding the wealth of the Xizhou Wanguan family, such a magnificent mansion, and the filial godson was not satisfied, so he had to provoke this ruthless killing god.

If half an hour ago, he respectfully kowtowed and apologized, collected the body for his godson, and gave this killing god a big gift, he could still sit in the mansion and drink the best tea in the world.

But now it's all about him! In the final analysis, he was too conceited and looked away.

He licked his parched lips, never wanting to drink a cup of Mogashan white tea as he did now.

"Hmm!" He closed his eyes and sucked his nose hard, savoring the faint aroma of tea in his mind.

At that moment, he suddenly realized that in fact, life is a cup of tea!

When the heat is big, the tea can't taste good, the heat is small, and the jerky is very, only when it's just right, it is the most fragrant tea.

It's a pity that he seems to have understood a little late.

"I'm defeated!" Wang Churen breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Qin Yi, and smiled indifferently.

There was a sense of detachment on the sallow peasant face.

Qin Yi nodded, "You finally figured it out." ”

"I'd like a cup of tea, okay?" Wang Churen asked.

"Good!" Qin Yi made a gesture, and the palace housekeeper, who was kneeling on the ground, ran to the mansion with interest, and after a while, walked back with a teapot and a teacup.

"Pour tea!" Wang Churen seemed to have returned to the time when he was in high spirits when he unified Xizhou, and shouted loudly.

The housekeeper poured the last cup of tea with trembling hands, he poured a lifetime of tea for Wang Churen, and never spilled half of it, but this time, the tea splashed all over.

He's not afraid, he's just reluctant! A master and servant for a lifetime, who would have thought that tonight's bowl of tea would be a farewell.

"Lord Wang, please drink tea!"

The butler knelt on the ground, holding the tea in both hands above his head, and shouted with all his strength.

Wang Churen took a deep breath, took the tea bowl, slid the lid of the cup, shook his head and gently blew away the camellia, closed his eyes, and tasted it slowly.

He drank slowly!

No one bothered him!

"The tea of Moga Mountain, I have been drinking it for twenty-seven years, it is worth it, it is worth it! No more regrets! After Wang Churen drank the last sip of tea, he opened his reddened eyes, and the aftertaste was endless.

"Mr. Qin, can I make one last request?" Wang Churen asked.

Qin Yi nodded.

"The Chu people have been crisscrossing Xizhou all their lives, and they are also counted as people. Suicide is done by a coward, I can only implore Mr. Qin to give me a ride with his own hands, and if I can die at the hands of Mr. in this life, I will go to Huangquan Road, and I will not be wronged at all, and I will not be willing at all! Wang Churen bowed down and pleaded.

"Good! I drank a bowl of tea from your mansion tonight, and I owe you a favor, and I can fulfill you! Qin Yi promised.

"Thank you, sir!" Wang Churen straightened his clothes and stood with a smile.

In the next second, Qin Yi pointed his finger at the center of his eyebrows, and Wang Churen's soul was completely dispersed, and his body fell to the ground straight like a piece of wood.

A generation of heroic kings of Chu, who has been crisscrossing Xizhou for more than 20 years, like Lei Meng, fell on the way to hegemony at the most glorious moment of his life.

"Wang Tu is talking and laughing, and he is better than getting drunk in the world!"

Looking at the gradually stiffened corpse on the ground, a cold smile flashed at the corner of Qin Yi's mouth, and he walked away proudly with his back hand under the gaze of everyone.

It's as if it wasn't a king who was killed on this earth, but a dead dog, and that's it!

Qin Yi did not leave the palace, but went alone to the locust forest in the northwest corner of the backyard of the palace, which was the place where the Wang family raised the corpse.

The rich yin qi spreads like a tide, so that these locust trees are full of wet yin qi water droplets, and when you touch them, they are as red as blood.

"Phew!"

Qin Yi was overjoyed, greedily sucking the rich earth-shattering yin qi, the quality of the earth-shattering aura contained in the yin qi was not bad, it turned out to be a first-class earth-shattering qi that could be entered, which was rare in the Dongzhou realm.

In hell, unlike the mortal world, which is dominated by air, there is a vicious earth evil qi that spreads all over every corner, and it can breed all kinds of evil ghosts and cultivation masters.

It's just that the physique of people in the mortal world is too poor, and the soul is too weak, even this kind of earthly evil qi can't stand it at all, but if you can think of it as being used to raise corpses, it can be regarded as having a little bit of brains.

'This corpse raising land, there are indeed yin graves all over the ground, but it is not enough to form a grade of evil qi, could it be because there are yin magic weapons or spiritual objects as array eyes? Qin Yi pondered to himself.

After taking a look around, he realized that this forest was actually a feng shui gathering array.

The Wang family must have invited the feng shui master to deliberately create this corpse raising place, if there is a formation, there must be a town formation eye, to be able to gather such a strong one-grade evil qi, the things buried in the ground, it is worth a picture!

Gathering in a small array, it was naturally difficult for him, and soon he found the eye of the array, and the rich evil qi gathered from all directions under an old locust tree with seven or eight people hugging each other.

Qin Yi was full of true qi, and with a slam punch, he smashed the big tree, only to find that there was a hole inside, the heart of the tree was hollowed out, and a magic circle was placed inside.

In the center of the circle is a pool of blood, and in the pool is an old turtle the size of a small house!

The old turtle did not move, with a two-foot-long whisker under his jaw, and wrinkles on his neck, and it turned out to be a turtle that was no less than 800 years old and already possessed the power of absorbing qi.

The tortoise's limbs, with three-inch-long claws, were nailed to the ground by iron nails, unable to move, and the hard shell was engraved with dense runes, and at the moment he was holding his head and drinking blood.

'It's a good idea to be able to use the Xuan Tortoise as a formation eye to gather evil formations and absorb the qi of the earth's evil spirits, and those who can open this formation in Jiangdong are quite capable. Qin Yi said secretly.

The turtle has been psychic for more than 500 years and is a turtle.

The turtle can absorb gas, especially good at absorbing the breath of the earth, and the turtle that is more than 10,000 years old is a Xuanwu divine beast, and it can be a town.

It is extremely rare for this turtle to grow to eight hundred years in the mortal world, no wonder it can absorb the aura of the earth and refine it into a bronze armored corpse.

"Recently, my cultivation has fallen into a bottleneck, and it is always difficult to break through at the edge of the late stage, if I can use the Xuan Turtle in Dongming Lake to open a large array of spirits, it will definitely raise the aura to a level, and it will be easy to break through the late stage when the time comes." Qin Yi secretly rejoiced.

It's a mistake to think about it, I didn't expect to have such an opportunity, God really helped me!

Having made up his mind, Qin Yi stretched out his hand and wiped off all the garbage runes on the turtle, and pulled out the nail that stopped it.