"Shen Haibing has been famous for tens of thousands of years, and he has led the demon cultivators in the sea to kill thousands of barbarian sects and Long'an sects, and his strength is not much worse than this seat. Tang Jiawen was just a true immortal, if he didn't use the means of the god and human realm, it would definitely be difficult to repel Shen Haibing. ”

Wang Zhixuan said casually, and then his expression became dark, and he slowly suppressed the idea of killing people and snatching treasures, thinking: "That's ......it! I'm going to put off the murder and loot for the time being, and I'll have to think of a foolproof plan......"

"God-man realm means?"

Shengqing asked in surprise, staring at Cui Siqi with blazing eyes, "Then if Tang Jiawen used the methods of gods and men, did he ever attract the great god of heaven surveying?"

Hearing the words of the Great God of Sky Surveying, Cui Siqi suddenly remembered the great god with a sickle who appeared in the Infinite Mountains at the beginning, and immediately shook his head, "Before Tang Jiawen appeared, Liu Yi had already taken us away with us, and Situ Mengdie was left behind the tortoiseshell lake. I don't know what happened after that, and King Baixiao didn't say much. ”

Sheng Qing waved his sleeves, cleaned up the blood stains sprayed on his chest, glanced at his severed left arm, and asked, "Siqi, when you saw Tang Jiawen, was he injured?"

Cui Siqi replied: "Unscathed, not injured. ”

Hearing this, a wave of resentment grew in Shengqing's heart, "Ling Hu Qiudao, as a great god, is so eccentric! If I use the means of gods, he will cut off my arm, but Tang Jiawen uses the methods of gods and men, but he doesn't care about ......"

"Master, uncle, senior Shengqing......"

Cui Siqi bowed his hand and said, "If there is nothing else important, the disciple will retire first and go back to the shore of Yumeng Lake." ”

"Go ahead. Go ahead. ”

Wang Zhixuan waved his hand casually, thinking about how to find a perfect solution.

When Cui Siqi walked out of the main hall, Wang Zhixuan seemed to have thought of something, raised his head and said, "Your alliance is best disbanded as soon as possible." The chief disciple of the dignified Dao Xuan Sect, the saint chosen by the Dao Hall of all beings, how can he be a nymphomaniac? This alliance is because Liu Yi was scared of An Ruosu and fled, and those women who were jealous of An Ruosu became Liu Yi's nymphomaniac, as a saint, you will be stronger than An Ruosu in thousands of years, how can you surrender your identity?"

"The disciple has learned the truth. ”

Even if Cui Siqi is frowning, she has a unique style. She really didn't pay attention to the alliance. Now that she has become Liu Yi's slave, even if she withdraws from the alliance, will the people of the world look down on her?

In Daoxuanzong, Cui Siqi stayed for a long time, and took away all the things she left in a cave in Daoxuanzong, even the elixir planted in the medicine garden was uprooted by her, and it seemed that she was not ready to return to Daoxuanzong in a short time.

Half a day was enough for Huang Wushen to spread Cui Siqi's news.

The entire Dao Xuan Sect, hundreds of true disciples, and dozens of personal disciples, all knew about this. Those who have a good relationship with Cui Siqi on weekdays come to dissuade her from going astray, and don't want to be Liu Yi's slave and ruin her reputation. Those who had a bad relationship came to Cui Siqi and sneered at her, despising her.

What if you become a nymphomaniac and are despised?

What about being a slave and being ridiculed?

Cui Siqi proudly raised his head, sat on top of the colorful floating crane, and flew out of the Dao Xuanzong in the sight of many Dao Xuanzong monks looking up.

Everyone is drunk, and I am sober!

When the white crane was in the air, Cui Siqi stared at the Dao Xuanzong who was gradually drifting away, his face was full of arrogance, "Everyone in the world thinks that Liu Yi is just a junior monk, but they don't know that he is a great god! Originally, I was the only one in the world who knew the details of Liu Yi, but now it seems that Situ Mengdie, the head of the Thousand Barbarian Sect, has also woken up and understood Liu Yi's identity! You and other short-sighted people, how can you know that I Cui Siqi is far-sighted? Hmph! When one day, Liu Yi's identity as a great god is completely exposed, you can only stand low and look up at my foresight! ”

As for why Shengqing suddenly vomited blood, Cui Siqi didn't think much about it.

In Cui Siqi's opinion, she must become a god within five hundred years, even if Shengqing is a master sent by the Soul Seeking Dao Hall to protect the Holy Son, she is just a bodyguard, and why this person vomits blood has nothing to do with her.

On the shores of Yumeng Lake.

Autumn colors are continuous, misty and rainy.

Liu Yi had already taken out the soul of Yun Huang, extracted the memory, and obtained the seven-star treasure hunting compass, which was being used at the moment to integrate that trace of dark red flame into the soul bell of Taiyi Town.

This dark red flame is the magic fire obtained by Liu Yi when he fought the Hengbo Dharma King, passed through the gate of the two realms, and went to the world realm full of white clouds.

The Demon Fire is also known as the Tenth Day Fire.

In the eyes of the Qiongyu Earth Realm cultivators, the tenth day fire was extremely tyrannical, and no one could subdue it, nor could it be refined into the magic weapon. But Liu Yi found that the Xuanniao Forgetting Wood that he refined into the Taiyi Town Soul Bell was not afraid of the demonic fire!

The things of antiquity must be extraordinary.

The golden armor giant under the sea has the power of a god and a man, and even he hangs the Xuanniao Forget Worry Wood in the main hall, which must have a unique and wonderful use, and it is reasonable not to be afraid of demonic fire.

Now Liu Yi is using the magic fire to refine the soul of Yunhuang into the soul bell of Taiyi Town, as the instrument spirit in this magic weapon. Let the soul of the cloud desolate suffer from the burning of the demon fire forever, and never be able to be reborn!

The method of refining the spirit with the soul, the feather has been used, and Liu Yi is just repeating the old technique now, which is not too difficult.

But when the magic fire merged into the mysterious forgetting wood, a calm breath was suddenly released from the magic fire and poured into Liu Yi's heart.

Liu Yi's expression changed suddenly, and there was a deep unwillingness in his heart, and he thought: "If Yun Huang only suffers from his soul, how can he completely eliminate the hatred in my heart? In the past few years, I have been tormented by hatred at night, but with these pains, it is definitely not something that can be offset by just suppressing and burning his soul!"

As soon as he thought of this, Liu Yi would once again use the Xuanbing Immeasurable Water to trap the demonic fire, pull out the soul of Yun Huang, and hit him into his body with a broken arm.

Sou!

Liu Yi carried the cloud wilderness and flew to an island in the middle of the lake hundreds of miles away.

Yun Huang gasped for breath, wanting to die, but Liu Yi was restrained by the tendons of his whole body and couldn't move.

Two wooden stakes, passing through the foot of the cloud waste, nailed him to the cliff.

Liu Yi held the dragon pattern sword in his hand, staring at Yun Huang condescendingly, his eyes glowing with a tyrannical aura, "You should thank the heavens, you are lucky." A real thousand knives cost thousands of knives, I haven't deliberately learned the punishment of a thousand knives, it is estimated that after a few hundred knives, your physical body will be freed......"