As soon as this person's words came out, someone else said: "Although I am not a monk of the Demon Temple, I also know a little about the monks in the Demon Temple. Master Wufeng is famous all over the world, and there is only one disciple under him, Master Huilin. I have never heard of it, and there are other disciples under Master Wufeng's seat besides Master Huilin. I don't know when this Cuihua Daoist joined the disciple of Master Wufeng......"

The previous person asked about the opportunity for the Hengshan Demon Emperor to become a god, and it was reasonable at all.

But the person behind was questioning Hui Lin's identity.

Although Hui Lin is a disciple of Buddhism, she does not have the calm Buddha heart that a Buddhist monk should have, she raised her eyebrows, stared at the person who asked the question with cold eyes, and said: "Under my master's seat, although there is only one disciple of Senior Sister Hui Lin, there are many registered disciples. It's just that our senior brothers hide in the temple and practice on weekdays, and their identities are unknown. Could it be that in the capacity of my master, when I accept the disciples of the sect, I still need to inform you? Could it be that in the capacity of your Excellency, you are qualified to come to my Demon Sect Temple and participate in the disciple acceptance ceremony when my master accepts the disciples?"

The agate identity card on that side was held by Hui Lin in her hand.

As soon as the card was played, the man immediately fell silent.

As for the previous question about the opportunity for the Yokoyama Demon Emperor to become a god, Hui Lin also took this opportunity to avoid talking about it, and didn't bother to pay attention to this person.

When this little nun sat cross-legged on the futon, silent, and her eyes closed, she also had a bit of the solemn bearing of a Buddhist disciple.

The long eyelashes are fluttering slightly.

This means that Hui Lin's little nun's heart is not as solemn as her demeanor.

Liu Yi hugged Wen Yingkong and sat cross-legged on a futon, looking very warm and sweet.

Hui Lin secretly glanced at Liu Yi a few times, looked a little annoyed, and immediately said to Liu Yi: "You be honest! Don't hug and hug and mess with it like this! Your current identity is also a disciple of the Demon Temple, and your words and deeds represent the face of my Demon Temple." If you do this again, the prestige of my Demon Punishment Temple will be ruined by you!"

"I'm not a disciple of the Demon Temple, what does the prestige of the Demon Temple have to do with me?"

Liu Yi replied casually, not paying any attention to Hui Lin's suggestion, and actually hugged Wen Yingkong tighter. There were also many monks around who came to greet Liu Yi, and casually exchanged a few words, and Liu Yi said when he met someone: "Down is Hu Tutu, a disciple of the Demon Temple, and the Taoist friend is polite......

Sure enough, he was unwilling to lose the prestige of the Demon Temple.

The little nun of Hui Lin became more and more angry, and used the method of sound transmission to say in a deep voice: "Don't do it again!"

Liu Yi turned to look at Hui Lin, "What is the matter?"

Huilin's little nun's face was slightly red, staring at Liu Yi's palm placed on Wen Yingkong's waist, and replied, "That's what you are now, doing this, doing that, ...... that."

What's going on?

What about that?

What the hell is going on?

Liu Yi smiled evilly and looked at Hui Lin intently.

Hum!

Hui Lin was annoyed and angry, glared at Liu Yi fiercely, and refused to talk to Liu Yi again.

The surrounding monks are also lively, or in twos and threes, or in groups, they are talking, and some people are standing in the crowd to give speeches, saying how to attack the power of the Hengshan Demon Emperor, how to overthrow the three halls under the Hengshan Demon Emperor, and from then on, he will be the master of the house, and he will no longer be oppressed by the Hengshan Demon Emperor.

If the strength of the Hengshan Demon Emperor is overthrown, there will be a power vacuum in the Hengshan realm.

How to distribute the captured Lingshan Dojo, how to divide the magic weapon property, and how to divide the scope of power...... And all these things are in the midst of everyone's talk.

Liu Yi listened silently, thinking in his heart: "Although the Hengshan Demon Emperor is trapped, the strength of the three halls is still there. Although these people formed the Yaochi Battle Alliance together, they had never fought with the monks under the Hengshan Demon Emperor. They don't even know how to win or lose, so they think about distributing benefits......"

The sun shone down from the nine heavens and shone on the surface of Yaochi Lake.

The colorful glow criss-crosses and shuttles among the many temples and towers.

It is surrounded by a circle of mountains, like a wall, which surrounds the Yao Pond.

If it is said elegantly, this place is like a round of mirrors, hanging high in the clouds, the autumn water is boundless, and the scenery is infinite.

To put it vulgarly, I think it is a big black pot with a radius of dozens of miles, and the middle is filled with ten miles of brush pot water......

Whether it is an elegant statement or a vulgar statement, it means that the place where this Yao Chi is located is very conspicuous.

A conspicuous place will naturally attract attention.

The Heavenly Killing Palace's action to hunt down and kill Hui Lin's little nun has not stopped.

Every day or two, a wave of monks would come after them.

Previously, Liu Yi personally took action to destroy the monks of the Heavenly Killing Palace, killing people and seizing treasures.

Today, in the Yaochi Sect, there are many monks around who want to rebel against the Demon Emperor of Hengshan. Liu Yi suddenly wanted to borrow the hands of these people to resist the monks who were chasing and killing from the Heavenly Killing Palace.

During this period of time, there have been more than thirty immortals of the Heavenly Killing Hall who have died in the hands of Liu Yi. The Heavenly Killing Hall cultivators at the human immortal level are almost dead, and the rest are almost all true immortal level masters.

Liu Yi originally wanted to repeat his old trick and kill the true immortal masters who were chasing and killed him with drunken clouds and mist fire, but now he was invited by Xiaofeng Zhenren to Yaochi, but he wanted to take this opportunity to test the strength of the Yaochi faction.

"If the Yaochi Sect is too weak, even the True Immortals can't stop it, so naturally it is not appropriate to stay here for a long time. If the strength of the Yaochi Sect is extraordinary, then you might as well stay here for a few more days. ”

Liu Yi's eyes lit up, and he thought in his heart: "Since these people have established a war alliance, sooner or later they will sit down with the Hengshan Demon Emperor and fight with their strength." It is better to fight late than early, since you want to turn over and become the master, then you will inevitably have to shed blood and sacrifice! If you want the happiness of the sect, you must go through the pain of the sect! If the two sides fight in one place, you will definitely be killed and wounded, and many monks will die on the battlefield, and I just take this opportunity to nourish the three-foot willow tree. ”

Of the nine branches, only half of them were covered with foliage.

This leafy process is only one-eighteenth complete.

Tree cultivation has not yet been successful, and this matter still needs to be worked on.

The red sun is gradually moving westward, and the sun is setting.

Wen Yingkong was sealed by Liu Yi's spell, and the aroma of wine in his body has not been resolved, leaning softly on Liu Yi, but the anger in his eyes has never dissipated.

It's just that she didn't have the strength to raise her head, so she could only lower her head and lean against Liu Yi's chest, and the other monks couldn't detect her angry eyes at all.

"Little Kongkong, tonight, it's time for your Heavenly Killing Hall monk to chase after you. ”

Liu Yi picked up Wen Yingkong's chin, smiled slightly, and said lightly: "The one sent this time should be a master of the True Immortal level." I don't know if a true immortal and dozens of pure yang realm cultivators can fight their way out of the Yaochi Battle Alliance and arrest the little nun Huilin......"

[Author's digression]: It's almost ready, and my nose is no longer stuffed, but I'm still a little chilly.

Some cough, a little uncomfortable in the airways.

In just two days, he will recover.

One more chapter first, and one more chapter remaining.

I still stay up late when I have a cold, and my recovery is really slow. The men who beat each other with iron, and the men who were buried in the soil and had to be erected, almost fell.

I really want to roar: Demacia!

(The author's digression is not counted in the number of words)