Ye Qiuyang raised his eyebrows and said shyly,

"You mean the three beads, right? I've broken it for you! ”

Zhaixin's eyes widened and he let out a hysterical shout,

"No, no! More than 200 years of hard work, more than 200 years of cultivation! ”

"Poof—"

She only felt a tightness in her chest, and spurted out a mouthful of blood from her back to the sky, and her body fell to the ground as soon as she became weak, and her cultivation was completely lost!

Immediately after that, Zhaixin's face and body began to change.

A wrinkle slowly grew on her delicate face, then a second, then a third.......

In the end, even the skin became yellow and loose!

In less than two minutes, a stunning beauty has become an old woman who is about to lose her teeth!

Looking at Zhai Xin's current appearance, Ye Qiuyang smacked his lips,

"Mom, fortunately I didn't agree to double cultivate with her, it's really scary after revealing my original form!"

Zhou Tai used the Chuang Wang Knife as a crutch, walked in front of Ye Qiuyang tremblingly, and bowed down,

"Lord, the last general will complete the task and not let Mrs. Murong be injured!"

Ye Qiuyang noticed that Zhou Tai was seriously injured, and he couldn't help but trust this ghost general even more.

He said in a deep voice,

"It's hard work, you can go down and rest for a while."

Zhou Tai retreated.

Murong Qingxue walked over, looked at the painful and struggling Zhaixin, and asked,

"Qiuyang, how did she suddenly become like this?"

Ye Qiuyang thought for a while and explained,

"She relied on the three relics to be ageless and cultivate to the realm of Tianzun."

"Everything she has is inseparable from the three relics that are one."

"If I destroy the relics, the old nun will naturally lose her cultivation and quickly age to the appearance of two hundred years old."

He thought to himself in his heart, fortunately, this fasting heart was only a "pseudo-Tianzun realm" that relied on external objects to cultivate, if she had no weaknesses in her own cultivation, it would be really difficult to do it today.

"Ahh

Zhai fell to the ground and rolled back and forth, groaning in pain.

After dozens of seconds of hard work, the cultivation is lost, and the body ages rapidly, this kind of pain is not something that people can bear.

Ye Qiuyang didn't bother to look at it again, so he pulled on Qingxue, "Qingxue, let's go." ”

Murong Qingxue glanced at Zhai Xin and asked, "What about her, how to deal with it?" ”

Ye Qiuyang said lightly,

"Her body mechanism has aged to the point of exhaustion, and she has no cultivation support, so she won't live long, so don't worry about her."

Letting Zhai Xin die slowly in pain is a greater torture than killing him directly.

Ye Qiuyang and the others, after taking one last look at Zhaixin, planned to leave this artificial island.

As soon as they raised their feet, Xiao Jiu, the apprentice of Zhaixin, appeared in front of the road with a group of nuns.

Xiao Jiu was shocked when she saw Zhai Xin's current appearance, and she said loudly,

"Ye Qiuyang, you ..... What have you done to my Master! ”

Ye Qiuyang shrugged his shoulders and said innocently,

"She brought it all on herself, what does it matter to me?"

Xiao Jiu gritted his teeth and said, "Senior sisters, stop them and avenge Master!" ”

At the sound of the order, the nuns put on a posture to make a move.

Ye Qiuyang sneered,

"It seems that you will die like the old nun."

"Qingxue, you stand far away, the scene may be a little bloody later."

When the two sides were about to make a move, Zhai Xin sat up from the ground and shouted weakly,

"Stop!"

When the nuns heard Zhai Xin speak, they ran over and surrounded her.

Xiao Jiu said,

"Master, Master, why are you so badly injured?"

"The disciples will avenge you!"

Zhai Xin spat out another mouthful of blood, and said intermittently,

"Let's ...... Let them go......"

Xiao Jiu was surprised,

"Master, they all hurt you like this, and you still let them go?"

Zhaixin's voice is faint, but it has majesty,

"This is the teacher's order, let them go!"

Her more than 200 years of cultivation have fallen short, and she is even about to die in Huangquan, why doesn't she want to take revenge on Ye Qiuyang?

It's just that her disciples' cultivation is still quite low, and she is not Ye Qiuyang's opponent at all, and if she stops her, she can only die in vain!

And if Lingquan Temple offends Ye Qiuyang, who knows if this guy will come back to take revenge in the future?

Without her, Ye Qiuyang's cultivation of the middle grade of the Heavenly Master is really not easy to mess with.

Although Zhaixin has great ambitions for cultivation, he still has the future of Lingquan Temple in mind.

Therefore, it is the most rational choice for them to let the leaves and autumn sun go.

That group of nuns, when they heard their master's death order, had no choice but to stop stopping and let Ye Qiuyang and them leave.

Ye Qiuyang sighed,

"Old nun, even if you make a smart choice, otherwise, I will definitely turn your Lingquan Temple upside down!"

He didn't say anything more, and together with Murong Qingxue, under the resentful gaze of the nuns, boarded the boat and slowly left the artificial island.

Murong Qingxue looked at the lake and said worriedly,

"Qiuyang, you said that we killed Zhaixin, will Lingquan Temple announce it to the outside world and list us as enemies?"

Ye Qiuyang shook his head,

"Probably not, those nuns in Yihe Academy, it is impossible to ignore their master's face, and announce to the public that Zhai wants to double cultivate with a handsome guy, but in the end they play themselves to death."

"If that's the case, Lingquan Temple won't have a foothold."

"On the contrary, I believe that they will definitely hide this matter and declare that they are dying."

Murong Qingxue nodded thoughtfully, feeling that what Ye Qiuyang said made sense.

After the two of them went ashore on a boat, they returned to Fayuan.

Ye Qiuyang pushed open the door of Li Jiajia's room and found that the girl was sitting on the edge of the bed with her head bowed, looking sullen.

He said with a smile,

"What's the matter, girl, isn't it that I haven't seen you Brother Qiuyang for so long, and I'm going crazy?"

Li Jiajia looked up and asked,

"Ye Qiuyang, let me ask you, what about my master?"

Ye Qiuyang was stunned,

"Your master...... Of course, I am still chanting in the Qingzen Temple! ”

Li Jiajia had tears in his eyes and said, "Liar, you are really a liar!" ”

Murong Qingxue asked, "Jiajia, what's wrong with you?" ”

Li Jiajia didn't speak, took out his small mobile phone and handed it to Ye Qiuyang.

Ye Qiuyang picked up his mobile phone, which displayed such a text message,

"Little junior sister, Master has passed away, and I hope you will come back to pay respects."

The sender is a law name, presumably Li Jiajia's brother or something.

Ye Qiuyang understood, no wonder this girl suddenly became like this, it turned out that she knew that her master was dead......

Li Jiajia asked with a sob,

"You ...... Did you already know that my master was about to pass away, so you took me away......"

Murong Qingxue took Li Jiajia into her arms,

"We didn't mean to hide it from you, we'll tell you that it's over......"

As she spoke, she told her about the poisoning of the old monk's bitter bamboo and asked Ye Qiuyang for help.

(3rd Update)

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