"I'm here."

A breeze swept by Yiyun's side, and a white medicine dressed in white appeared beside him.

The two of them stood on a low hill, and the battlefield in front of them was like a Senluo purgatory, and blood, mud and flesh could be seen everywhere.

The unilateral slaughter of the barbarians seemed to have nothing to do with Yiyun, his face was unwavering, and there was even a smile in the corner of his eyes.

He looked at the Zique killed in the distance and said with a smile:

"Looks like you."

Bai Yao folded his hands in his sleeves and nodded:

"It's my ancestors."

He looked around and asked:

"Where's your grandson?"

Faced with the mortal situation, Yiyun laughed out loud, laughing so hard that he coughed, and his chest continued to rise and fall.

After a moment, he took a deep breath and said softly:

"You're late, Yiyan is gone."

Bai Yao's expression was indifferent, and he said:

"I will send someone to find him in the wilderness, so that you grandfather and grandson can be reunited."

Yiyun turned his head to look at him, and said in a mocking tone:

"You think you're the only one who has an ancestor? Yi Yan was taken away by our ancestors. ”

"Oh?" Bai Yao became interested and asked with a smile: "The ancestor of Jiuli? Who is it? ”

Yiyun didn't answer, looking to the south with a memory of many years ago flooding back to his mind.

It was a rainy day, and he led the barbarian soldiers and the Yin Shang army led by Ziyao to fight to the death in the wilderness.

Before the war, Ziyao pushed his wife and daughter out and skinned them alive in front of hundreds of thousands of people.

"Daddy...... I hurt ......."

"Yiyun! Bastard! Save your daughter! ”

"Father! Please! Let the kids strike! ”

…

In the past few decades, Yiyun has never walked out of that battlefield, his daughter's gradually dimming pupils, his wife's angry reprimand before she died, and her son kneeling beside him and pleading bitterly......

I can't forget this scene, and I don't dare to forget it.

After a long time, he sighed:

"It's a pity, I don't have a chance to kill you with my own hands in this life."

Bai Yao looked at his expression, and couldn't help but sneer:

"Isn't it your ambition that has brought you to this point?"

He glanced at the barbarian soldiers around him who were holding knives but did not dare to step forward, and said lightly:

"Because of you, they all have to die here."

"Not only that, but I will also send troops on an expedition to the wilderness and completely exterminate the barbarians."

Yiyun smiled indifferently and said:

"If Yi Yan is here, Jiuli will not perish, and in the future, he will be destroyed by my Jiuli."

Zique was about to be killed, he looked at Bai Yao and said lightly:

"I used to think that you and I were the same people, but later I found out that I was not as good as you at all, you are a cold poisonous snake, without any human emotions, in order to achieve your goals, you can sacrifice anyone, even yourself."

The old Yiyun's pupils were cloudy, and the spiritual qi on his body was rapidly declining, and finally asked:

"Ziyao, do you remember the first time we met?"

Bai Yao's eyebrows and eyes were lowered, and he was about to dissipate into the wind, and said calmly:

"Remember, you used witchcraft to replace your own bloodline with the royal bloodline, and you mixed into the song to hide it from everyone, and I wanted to elect you as the next Dazhu."

Before he disappeared, he took a deep look at Yiyun.

This barbaric Dabu, even now, has the blood of the Yin Shang royal family flowing in his body.

"If you dream of entering the Central Plains, use this place as your burial place."

Bai Yao's voice echoed in Yiyun's ears.

He will not leave Yiyun as a sacrifice to the national sacrifice, witchcraft is mysterious and unpredictable, it is the product of the combination of humans and witches, and if Yiyun makes trouble at the national sacrifice, the gains outweigh the losses.

In the next moment, an evil Jiao composed of evil qi roared, knocking Yiyun into a cloud of flesh.

A strange scene happened.

As soon as Yiyun died, the battlefield fell silent instantly, and in an instant, all the barbarians who were still alive released their weapons as if they had lost their souls.

Then, they silently began to melt, and the earth instantly turned into a sea of flesh and blood.

The three of Bai Yao stood high in the air and found that the battlefield lit up with one distorted dark green incantation after another.

The incantation absorbs flesh and blood, almost condensing into substance.

Kong Xuan frowned, his body tensed and said:

"It's a curse for cultivators, and I seem to have felt something similar during the Lich War."

Suddenly, all the incantations rushed into the sky, merging into a permeating green wooden spear that exuded a terrifying curse.

Baiyao said calmly:

"Don't worry, I can offset the curse with national fortune."

This is a curse that Yiyun sacrificed with the blood of himself and hundreds of thousands of human lives.

Bai Yao knew from the beginning that he couldn't be captured alive, and the curse was probably planted a long time ago, just waiting for it to condense into a curse today.

At this time, the wooden spear moved.

In the puzzled eyes of the three of them, they rushed up to the sky and headed towards the west.

Obviously, Yi Yun knew that the curse could not hurt Bai Yao, and the confrontation between witchcraft and national fortune had made him understand the gap between the two, so he wanted to make the bald head who couldn't be contacted pay a small price.

…

Outside the Biyu Palace.

"Disciple Zhao Gongming asks to see his master!"

Zhao Gongming, who had just received the treasure money, knelt outside the door with joy.

What made him happy was not because he got a new magic weapon, but because he changed his future and kept the Dinghai Divine Pearl.

Although the effect of the treasure money is outrageous, there are also shortcomings that cannot be ignored.

It can erase the Genshin mark on the enemy's magic weapon, but it has no effect on weapons, and it has no offensive or defensive effect.

When fighting, once you can't tell whether the enemy is sacrificing a magic weapon or a weapon, the consequences of blind use will be miserable.

Tongtian appeared in front of Zhao Gongming and said with a smile:

"I'm so happy to have a new baby, show it to the teacher."

"Shizun is really like a god, this thing is called Luobao Money." Zhao Gongming respectfully took out a round square hole of money, with flying wings on the left and right sides, and held it above his head with both hands.

Tongtian glanced at it and said:

"It's a bit chicken, put it away, and you must be cautious when using it in the future."

Zhao Gongming smiled and took back the treasure money and got up.

At this time, Penglai had a visitor.

A person came from the sky, his beard and hair were all black, and he looked like a fairy wind and bones, and his bearing was full.

He fell down in front of him and bowed respectfully:

"Disciple Xuandu, meet the third uncle."

Tongtian's eyes flashed with surprise, but he also personally picked up Xuandu.

"Nephew, please."

Xuandu made a mockery of Zhao Gongming again, and said with a smile on his face:

"It's been a long time since I've seen my junior brother."

How dare Zhao Gongming snub the senior brother of Xuanmen in front of him, this is the only disciple of the master, his cultivation is unfathomable, and he hurriedly replied:

"I've seen Senior Brother."

Tongtian's eyes flashed with puzzlement, and he asked:

"What is the important matter for my nephew to come to my Biyou Palace?"

A jade slip appeared in Xuandu's hand, bowed slightly and handed it to Tongtian, and replied:

"The disciple is in accordance with the decree of the master and comes to send a letter to the uncle."

Brother's letter?

Tongtian took the jade slip and found that there were traces of yin and yang qi escaping on it.

It shows that the jade slip is indeed from the hand of the elder brother.

Tongtian immediately penetrated into his divine sense, passed through the magic circles, and finally saw six large characters suspended in the hazy mist:

[Don't raise the religion to rob you]

Tongtian frowned, what does brother mean?

Why do you never make it clear?

"Third uncle, the disciple still has to send a letter to the second uncle, so he will retire first."

Xuandu had a smile on his face, and his words seemed to have a deep meaning.

Tongtian pondered for a moment and asked:

"Where is your master? What else did I tell you? ”

Xuandu smiled unchanged and said:

"The master is in the immortal volcano, and his old man just asked his disciple to deliver the letter, and he didn't say anything else."

Bow your head to the sky, and say lightly:

"Master and nephew walk slowly."

After Xuandu left, Zhao Gongming said:

"Master, the alien gods in the world have been removed, and we can be on the list."

Tongtian put away the jade slip and began to ponder.

Among the saints, when it comes to killing power, he is not afraid of anyone.

But when it comes to cultivation and understanding of the Dao, I am afraid that only the Dao Ancestor knows how far his brother has come.

Tongtian's eyes were slightly gloomy, he was not a person who went back on his word, others showed sincerity, he couldn't pretend not to see it.

But the catastrophe is confusing, and my brother's words can't be ignored, and I have to ask in person.

"You wait in Penglai for a while."

After saying that, he went to the immortal volcano.