"There must be no accidents, and the corpse must be destroyed without leaving a trace." Guo Qilin said. The two nodded solemnly again and left the place. On the way back, Liu Yi frowned secretly, thinking about Pope Huang Tianba's words. His Majesty the Pope Huang Tianba is so optimistic about himself? Knowing that he has a grudge against Guo Qilin, and agreeing to Guo Qilin's suggestion, he is not afraid that Guo Qilin will secretly do something? Isn't that clearly problematic? And that Wang Biao is obviously hostile to himself! "Could it be that His Majesty the Pope doesn't worry about me and wants to see us fight?" He thought to himself. However, no matter what the conspiracy is, as long as the two people accompanying him dare to have any abnormalities, he will take action in advance and pinch the two to death. He opened the Blood Spirit Panel and looked at the three exercises in front of him. Wind Thunder Palm (Beginner) [modifiable]. Wind Blaster Method (Beginner) [Modifiable]. Vajra Body Protector Divine Skill (Beginner) [Modifiable]. Liu Yi immediately concentrated his mind and clicked on the button in the back. Brush! The three exercises suddenly began to change rapidly. The handwriting on the back was blurred for a while, then quickly raised. In the blink of an eye, all three exercises were motionless. Wind Thunder Palm (after 60 years) [Unmodifiable]. Wind Blaster Method (after 60 years) [Unmodifiable]. Golden Steel Body Protector Divine Skill (Sixty Years Later) [Unmodifiable] At the same time, the data on the Blood Spirit Panel also began to improve again.

Power: 4.2

Speed: 3.4

Spirit: 1.4

"Sure enough, as I guessed, low-level exercises can be modified to sixty years in an instant, and high-level exercises can only be modified to thirty years. And because I killed a few evil spirits, it's good that I don't have to spend my life! Liu Yi's eyes flashed. His mind was suddenly densely filled with countless information, as if every martial art had been practiced for sixty years, and all kinds of techniques and mysteries came to him, and even his body and palms began to change. The skin and fascia are further thickened and hardened, and the muscles and blood vessels under the skin are also extended. The joints on the palm of the hand alone are suddenly larger. Liu Yi's body tensed hard, and he suddenly felt that his whole body was full of huge strength. He believed that as long as he shot with all his strength, the muscles up and down his body should instantly swell out, and it would definitely be higher and greater than before, this emperor blood power was really amazing, and it felt that it was really omnipotent, how powerful the seventh senior brother who had it should be. Liu Yi looked at his palm thoughtfully. "Wind Thunder Palm is now practiced?" Liu Yi muttered to himself. Sixty years of skill of wind and thunder, with all his strength, who can stop it? Crash! He swept it away, and the strong wind shattered, making a piercing sound, like thunder rolling, and the sound was terrifying. After a short time, Liu Yi returned to his Flying Eagle Sect, and after explaining the matter to everyone, he began to wait in front of the door, and in about half an hour, a team of people rushed in the distance. There were more than ten people, fresh clothes and angry horses, straddle weapons, and indifferent eyes, running through the streets.

The two leaders are Wang Biao and Lei Hu, one is thin and tall, like a bamboo pole, wearing a linen robe, and the other is short and fat, around forty, wearing a black robe. The aura of the two of them was obviously a little different from that of the others around them. "Bishop Liu, maybe you're leaving?" Wang Biao, who was tall and thin, looked at Liu Yi with a hoarse voice. He didn't even get off the horse, his eyes were flat, and he looked down at Liu Yi. Liu Yi glanced at this person up and down, and said, "Let's go!" He motioned for his men to lead the horse, turned over and got on the horse, and a group of people rushed towards the outside of the city. There was nothing to say all the way, since they set off in the afternoon, and by the time they rushed all the way and appeared in Qingyue Town, it was already close to dusk. At sunset, the light was gray, making most of Qingyue Town look gloomy. The town is sparsely populated and depressed. Occasionally, a gust of wind swept by, blowing up a large amount of paper money, and the air was mixed with a faint smell of rancidity. Many people's doorways are firmly closed. Liu Yi's eyes sank. An incomparably familiar feeling instantly reflected in my heart, the smell of evil spirits. How similar is the former Hengyang City to the town in front of you? "Where's the Helm Sect here?" Liu Yi asked casually. The crowd behind him was silent. The two figures, one tall and one short, had calm faces, ignoring Liu Yi, and slowly swept their eyes in all directions. Liu Yi frowned and said, "What?" All deaf? The short and fat man Lei Hu laughed a few times and said, "What's the hurry?" Isn't that ahead! He drove his horse deeper into the town. The others followed each other. Liu Yi looked at his eyes and wanted to help him kill him, but without saying a word, a faint killing intent appeared in his pupils, driving the fast horse and following closely behind. It wasn't long in coming. A group of people walked through two streets in a row, and finally, in front of them, a relatively huge courtyard wall appeared, white foundation, stretching for dozens of meters, and in the middle of the courtyard wall was a painted red gate with a mysterious flame like a sun on it. At the gate stood four men dressed in black flame copy-colored costumes, but several of them had white cloths wrapped around their waists. There are several white sails in front of the door.

"Phew!" A group of people reined in one after another, and Wang Biao said hoarsely, "Where is your envoy in charge?" Let him come out and see me! As soon as several men outside the door saw someone from the headquarters, their faces suddenly changed, and they hurriedly ran into the courtyard. Not long after, a middle-aged man wearing a mid-tributary envoy flame Wentu suit rushed out with a group of people, his face was in a hurry, and he hurriedly hugged his fists and said, "Villain Ling'an, I have seen Bishop Wang and Bishop Lei, I have lost my welcome, and I hope that the two bishops will forgive their sins!" "Get up, this is Bishop Liu!" Wang Biao nodded and introduced Liu Yi. Ling'an's face changed again, and he hurriedly greeted him again, saying, "The villain meets Bishop Liu!" "Tell me how those people disappeared? Where did it go missing? What was wrong with you before you disappeared?" Liu Yi turned over and dismounted, and asked. After he dismounted, Wang Biao and Lei Hu behind him were still sitting on horseback, indifferent. Liu Yi frowned and couldn't stand it anymore, and turned around and said, "You don't come down?" Wang Biao sat on horseback and didn't say a word. A smile appeared on Lei Hu's face and said, "Bishop Liu, we are only assisting you in your investigation, and you have no right to restrain us. If you can't check it, we will supervise it. Liu Yi glanced at the two of them deeply and said no more. Back to Liu Yi, things are weird, it should be back to a month ago..."Ling'an's face was pale, he shuddered, and said in horror, "A month ago, the two deacons and envoys who were guarding here suddenly fell in love with the Bodhisattva for some reason. Do something in the large intestine that a man should do. But as the days passed, the two deacons became more and more abnormal, not only chanting in the morning and evening, but often staying up all night, and could hear the chanting sound in the room all night, but the key is that this voice is enchanting and evil, and it doesn't sound like any Buddhist scriptures of peace and compassion, but like evil spirits chanting..."His body trembled, and his eyes were full of horror.