As soon as he soaked in urine, he only felt refreshed and his thoughts were clear, as the so-called wine is drunk today, there may not be only one true son of heaven in this world, maybe he, a bully, will be killed by other true sons of heaven when he goes out tomorrow, Fang Yan wants to eat him?

Suddenly, I heard the sound of Suo Suo coming from the reeds next to me, and I opened it to see, but it was Yan Zhenzong.

Yan Zhenzong has long been extinguished, but he used secret techniques to forcibly suppress the divine soul in the body, calling him a "corpse man", even if an arrow pierced the brain just now, it had no effect, and he could still indulge in the movement of his limbs.

It's just that he has been dead for a long time, his body is rotten, his muscles are broken, and he crawled for a long time, but he didn't climb far.

Seeing that Wu Ye had discovered him, Yan Zhenzong suddenly turned his head and said sharply: "You killed the person of the Mandate of Heaven? How could you possibly kill the person of the Mandate of Heaven?"

Wu Ye sneered: "My fate is up to me, not to heaven, what destiny is it?"

That Yan Zhenzong didn't know what terrible things he saw, and he was so frightened that he trembled and screamed: "You, what are you? Humans, gods, Buddhas, demons, monsters, and all living beings all have a number of lives, why can't you see the slightest number of lives on your face? No, no, hey, a wisp of life that originally belonged to Fang Yan appeared on your face, and you can actually devour the destiny of heaven? You are by no means a creature of this world, who are you?"

"You know too much!" Wu Ye laughed, and with a flash of the sword, Yan Zhenzong's arms and legs were cut off and turned into a ball of meat, and seven or eight torches were taken, piled together, and burned!

"Haha, you alien demon who disturbs the fate of heaven and earth, do you think that if you burn Lao Tzu's body, Lao Tzu will have nothing to do?" Yan Zhenzong's corpse trembled suddenly, and a yin soul gushed out from the heavenly spirit cover, and laughed miserably, "Although Lao Tzu has not yet practiced into a yin soul, this wisp of soul will be submerged into the nether in an instant, but there are vast people with magical powers in the netherworld, and they can always discover your existence from Lao Tzu's soul! You just wait to be hunted down by the infinite gods and demons of the nine heavens and ten earths, hahahaha!"

Before he finished laughing, he suddenly felt a stinging pain in his soul, but it was Wu Ye who threw eight Huangquan flying forks in a row, piercing deep into his soul.

At this time, Yan Zhenzong was really horrified, and the yin soul was thrown into the oil pot like a live fish, struggling in every way: "What kind of magical power is this? It can actually slaughter souls!"

Wu Ye laughed cruelly, and threw another Huangquan flying fork, but it hit the handle of the previous ten flying forks continuously, and a string of weird notes was knocked out, and the soul of Yan Zhenzong screamed, and suddenly shrank into a black ball, "bang", scattered in all directions, turned into ashes, and the soul was annihilated!

There was silence between heaven and earth, and the earth returned to darkness, leaving only Yan Zhenzong's charred corpse, which flickered with a dim fire and made a "squeak" scorching sound.

"Yesterday, an old man was a copycat, but I don't know what good gold fingers are on this lone thief today?" Wu Ye licked his lips, a few wisps of greed appeared in his eyes, and he was about to step forward to search, when he suddenly heard a sound of "Woo!

But it was the sound coming from the red-painted toilet.

"Grandpa is not dead yet?" Wu Ye was a little surprised, thought about it, buckled the last steel fork upside down, carefully uncovered the toilet lid, and the stench suddenly rushed out.

pinched his nose and looked inside, but saw that the old man had turned into a black mist not much bigger than a fist, barely condensed into a human shape like a mouse, and wailed there.

"Shaoxia! real person! Shangxian! The villain knows that he is wrong, you spare the villain!"

The old man secretly complained, if this toilet is accumulated with feces and urine, it still has a way to think, but this goddamn toilet is actually full of "menstrual belts", and it is the menstrual belt used by prostitutes in the kiln, the most filthy, but some are reluctant to lose it after three or five years, and they have already bred I don't know how many "red dragons"!

Its yin soul was gnawed by these red dragons, and it toiled for nearly a hundred years, and once it returned to its cultivation, it became the most humble wandering spirit.

Don't talk about harming people, even if it collides with a man with more yang energy, it will be scattered and will never be reborn!

Wu Ye has been a bull-headed ghost for many years, and he also has some eyesight, knowing that the old man has been bitten by the red dragon and can't take care of himself, so he forked it out of the toilet with a steel fork, held it far away, pinched his nose and asked: "Say, where did you come from, but there is a half-false, forked into the 'Red Dragon Pool', and refined to death!"

The old man trembled, his face was full of embarrassment, and he sighed and said: "Now, the old man has to reveal his true identity that has been hidden for hundreds of millions of years, yes, in fact, the old man is the Pangu Tianzun who opened the world and created all things, young man, I see that your heavenly court is full, the corners of the earth are round, and the bones are quite strange, and the most rare thing is that there is a spiritual light on your heavenly spirit cover that rises violently, which is really expensive! How about it, young man, be the disciple of the old man, let the old man Pangu Tianzun put a body of "Panhuang Open Heaven Gong" Teach it all to you, and then embark on the road of the strong, go to fight through the sky, move the world, and be proud of the Nine Heavens!"

"Less of this!"

Wu Ye spat the old man's face, shook it back into the toilet like snot, and let it scream for a long time before it came out again.

"You're still Pangu, aren't you?"

"No! No! Shangxian's eyes are like torches, he knows everything, the small one is really not Pangu, but the first ancestor of the human race, Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor......"

I went into the toilet again to concoct it, and when I came out again, I screamed in a strange voice: "The small one is not Xuanyuan, the small one is just the big talisman master Cangjie who introduced the characters into the characters and created the words! No, no, the small one is not Cangjie, the small one is the ancestor of the Fu soldiers, Chi You...... No, isn't it...... The little one is the Yin Fu Sect Master!"

Wu Ye was about to fork this old boy with a mouth full of horses into the toilet to die, and when he heard the words "Yin Fu Zong", it seemed a little reliable, but he still forked the old ghost into the toilet, and sure enough, the old ghost screamed again:

"Shangxian spares his life! The little one doesn't dare to have half a lie! The little one is not the sect master of the Yin Fu Sect, but just an outer disciple of the Yin Fu Sect!"

"Ahh

Only then did Wu Ye fork out the white-eyed old ghost and teach it earnestly: "Look, tell the truth earlier, why suffer like this, what kind of thing is the ancient gods and demons, Xuanyuan Chiyou, isn't this an insult to everyone's wisdom? Say, what do you mean?"

The old man burst into tears, and said with a crying voice: "Shangxian, since it has fallen into the hands of Shangxian, the little one naturally knows everything, and the words are endless, but the small one still has nothing to say - the small one says that he is Pangu and Xuanyuan, although it is a bit exaggerated, but the small one says that he is a disciple of the outer sect of the Yin Fu Sect, this is not a noble identity, how can the immortal see the flaw?"

Wu Ye scratched his scalp: "I didn't see a flaw, I just forked it up, and I forgot to stop it for a while." ”

The old man was speechless and choked, and after a while, suddenly tears flashed, and he beat his chest: "Heaven and earth, what kind of injustice did my Ma Boguang create, and he would end up like this!"

Ma Boguang is a silver thief.

He was originally a third-rate sweeper, with an extremely low status, but he had great ambitions and ambitions, hoping that one day he could become the king of silver thieves across the continent without flowers and picking.

In the end, he was far away from his hometown, and after a lot of hardships, he worshipped a senior in the flower picking industry as a teacher, practiced light skills, theft techniques, [***] techniques, and room techniques, and mastered hundreds of professional skills in the flower picking world, mastered thousands of postures, postures, and techniques, and finally achieved great success at the age of twenty-two, stepped into the rivers and lakes, and began the legendary silver thief career of a young man.

As a result, the first time I picked flowers, I just got into the boudoir and charmed a woman, and I was discovered by the woman's fiancé.

The woman's fiancé is named Long Aotian.