The voice of Ruwei Prison fell from the sky, as if the heavens were reprimanding mortals, and every word was like a flood bell and a big Lu, resounding in the sky.

Hearing this voice, the two people around Ye Qiu, whether they were old drunkards or Feng Enchanting, suddenly changed their faces.

Their faces were extremely ugly, especially the old drunkard, whose wounds were due to the owner of the voice.

"Good, good, Miss Feng, you're doing a good job."

As the voice slowly descended, three figures descended from the sky.

Ye Qiu's face couldn't help but change, because he saw with his own eyes that the three of them were stepping on flying swords and coming from the sky.

"Immortal cultivator...... It's getting more and more interesting that there really is such a strange thing in this world!"

After repeatedly confirming that the three of them were not hanging Weiya, or with the help of other external forces, Ye Qiu believed that everything he saw was true.

"Daoist Cui, you promised me that you wouldn't hurt Ye Qiu, you can't break your word." Feng Enchanting said in a trembling voice.

Ye Qiu immediately understood that this old way was the person who controlled Feng Enchanting, and it was the "master" behind her.

"Well, this little friend helped us open the Jiuli Cave Heaven, I can't thank him too late, how can I harm him? Hehehe......"

The old man stood with his hands in his hands, nodded, looked at the two condescendingly, and said with a smile:

"You two are both capable young people, you should know that those who know the times are handsome, right?

My sect is walking and operating in the mortal world, and there is a shortage of two stewards, so come and help me."

Although the old words are inquiry, the meaning of the words is unquestionable.

Let me be a dog? Controlled by you like a puppet? Phew!

Ye Qiu sneered.

If you are an ordinary person, you know that you can do things for this kind of reclusive cultivator, but I am afraid that it will be too late to be happy.

But Ye Qiu doesn't think so, why should a dignified seven-foot man be a puppet and be at the mercy of others?

Not to mention that you are not immortals, just a group of cultivators, even if you are really immortals, if you want me Ye Qiu to bow my head, there is no way!

He has never believed in gods and Buddhas, and there is only one reason for him to bow his head, to tie his shoes.

It is absolutely impossible for anyone else to make him bow his head.

"Why, you don't want to?"

Seeing Ye Qiu's refusal, as well as Feng Enchanting's desire to speak again, the old man suddenly snorted coldly:

"Give me the immortal sect, have you been wronged?"

"Hmph, let's just let you see the old ways and give you another chance!"

Cui Daochang glanced at the two of them, and suddenly his aura shook all over his body, and a flying sword flew out from behind him.

Ye Qiu's pupils shrank sharply, because he didn't see where this flying sword came from at all.

Hidden behind the scenes? Or is it some space he doesn't know?

"This guy wants to kill the old drunkard and give us a dismount!"

However, Ye Qiu didn't have time to think about these now, the direction of the flying sword killing was the old drunkard's head!

The old drunkard was extremely seriously injured at this time, and after retreating from the door with a secret kick, he could barely keep moving at the moment, and if he wanted to avoid this killing move, he was afraid that it would be difficult to climb to the sky.

Cui Laodao also thought to himself that this person was seriously injured, and it was impossible to dodge his sword again, and a successful smile couldn't help but appear on his face.

Tremble, mortal, ant!

Ye Qiu frowned, this sword contained a trace of unknown power, Ye Qiu secretly thought, he must not take it empty-handed.

He gritted his teeth, violently lifted all his internal strength, condensed it in his hand, and used ten percent of his strength to slap it towards the side of the flying sword at an extremely fast speed.

You can't hard-connect it head-on, so you can only try to fly it from the side.

"You ......"

Cui Laodao obviously didn't expect that Ye Qiu would suddenly make a move, and by the time he reacted, it was too late.

"Ding! Buzz ......"

Ye Qiu mentioned all his internal strength, and actually hit the flying sword with a humming sound, grazing the old drunkard's

neck, a long sword mark on the ground.

The old drunkard could even feel the cold touch from the blade, but this sword didn't hurt him after all.

"Presumptuous!"

Cui Laodao was completely angry, and without saying a word, he raised his hand and hit Ye Qiu and the three of them in the air.

In a trance, Ye Qiu saw a huge palm print, which appeared out of thin air and slammed into the three of them.

it! This...... Is this a spell?

Ye Qiu's eyelids jumped, and a huge coercion struck, Rao is he also felt that a murderous intent was spreading, and there was a feeling that there was no way to avoid it.

However, at this critical moment, a thunderbolt came from the sky.

"Presumptuous!"

This time, it was a purple thunderbolt that really cleaved down.

And accompanied by a majestic voice, this purple thunder accurately slashed on Cui Laodao's body.

"Chi ...... Especially...... Great God!"

Cui Laodao finally showed a frightened expression on his face before he turned into powder.

He looked at the sky in horror, and then nine purple thunderbolts thundered down from the sky one after another, blasting him into scum.

He who dies can't die anymore!

And the big handprint that Cui Laodao made at the last moment also fell apart in front of Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu felt a wonderful power different from his own internal strength, which dissipated in front of him, and secretly wondered in his heart, is this the power driven by the old way?

"Master!"

A heart-rending cry came out of the mouths of a man and a woman behind Lao Dao.

Ye Qiu looked at the two flying swords on the ground, and only then did he confirm that the invincible Cui Lao Dao had really disappeared.

He looked up, the sun and the moon were in the sky, but he vaguely saw a face, the sun in his left eye and the moon in his right eye.

Chiyou God!

"This ...... What's going on?"

The old drunkard who survived the catastrophe looked at all this in shock, as if everything was a dream.

"We're all fine, only that Cui Lao Dao won the jackpot...... Could it be that there is no age limit in this cave?"

Ye Qiu pondered blindly, but after thinking about it, the old drunkard around him didn't look younger than that Cui Lao Dao.

Then why is he fine, but Cui Laodao ended up with nine thunderbolts?

"Hahaha...... It is good to die, but if you do many acts of injustice, you will kill yourself."

The relieved old drunkard laughed gloatingly.

This Cui Lao Dao was in the altar, killing several elders, this kind of inhuman beast, even God can't stand it.

"Since it's not an age limit, then ......."

Ye Qiu seemed to have thought of something, he leaned into Feng Enchanting's ear and asked softly, "Sister Feng, do you know the identities of these three people?"

This thrilling experience also completely woke her up, although she still had palpitations, but she had also regained her usual calmness.

Feng Yourao nodded, and said slowly, "These three people, the leader of the old Taoist surnamed Cui, who was killed by thunder, and the other two are all his disciples.

The man's name is Lu Wenbin, and the woman's name is Yu Lingxi."

"I see...... But that's not what I want to know, I want to know how strong they are." Ye Qiu said slowly.

Feng Yourao glanced at him, rolled her eyes, and said, "Do you suspect that Cui Lao Dao's death is related to his own cultivation?"

Ye Qiu didn't speak, but his expression already said it all.

Feng Yourao nodded, and said:

"I heard that Cui Lao Dao mention it once, he once said that he is the strength of Yuanying Dacheng, and both disciples are in the realm of supernatural powers."

"Yuan Ying ......" Ye Qiu narrowed his eyes, he didn't speak, but the old drunkard on the other side spoke.

"It's the prophecy of the great god Chiyou, I see...... I get it!

Ye Qiu, within this secret vault, only people from the realm below Jindan can enter, and beyond this realm, the prohibition set by the Great God of Chiyou will be triggered."

The old drunkard seemed to remember something, and his expression suddenly realized.

"Yes, this is a secret treasure left to our descendants of Miao Jiang.

It can only be opened when Miao Jiang is in danger, and in order to prevent the female cadres from seizing it, all kinds of prohibitions are set up."

"This old way, you died unjustly! Haha......"

The old drunkard laughed, how could he not be happy when the enemy died in front of him?

"I'm afraid that's true."

Ye Qiu and Feng Enchanting glanced at each other and nodded their heads.

Because beyond that, they couldn't find a suitable reason to explain the nine thunders.

"Damn, today I will take your head and comfort Master's spirit in heaven!"

However, Lao Dao is dead, but there are still two tricky disciples.