Chapter 501
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Although he was disdainful, Su Yi was not careless.
After all, it is an ancient evil spirit, which can be sealed in the body of the sword and is immortal. The power it masters is destined to be no trivial matter.
Su Yi's eyes were deep, and he whispered in his heart, it's time to end...
When a battle comes to the trump card, there is no point in continuing.
On Shuyun Lake, a blood-colored monster filled with mist.
Swish!
I saw Huo Tiandu's soul swept out of the broken body, and then jumped into the scarlet and demonic ancient sword of Netherfrost.
"kill!"
Immediately, the sword seemed to come to life at once, under the impetus of Huo Tiandu's spirit power, it rose into the sky and slashed towards Su Yi.
boom!
As if the heavens and the earth were shaking, an unparalleled evil and domineering sword energy rushed into the sky, raging like a storm, and it was extremely dazzling on the Shuyun Lake in this night.
On the shore of the lake, I don't know how many monks were stunned and terrified.
In their field of vision, in the blood-colored haze that filled the sky, there was an unparalleled evil sword energy in the sky, and vaguely, there seemed to be an evil god-like phantom laughing wantonly, fierce and powerful.
Just looking at it from a distance can make people feel hopeless.
In the tea shed, Weng Jiu couldn't hold back any longer, his figure rose out of thin air, and was about to rush into the lake for rescue.
Right at this moment-
Clang!
A wisp of ethereal sword chant sounded, as if it came from the ancient sounds of heaven, and it seemed like the first ray of the Great Dao Lun sound when the chaos first opened.
Weng Jiu's heart trembled, and the figure standing on the ground froze.
In a trance, he seemed to see that in the center of Shuyun Lake, Su Yi's tall figure seemed to suddenly become tall and boundless.
His green robe was like jade, his black hair was fluttering, and an obscure and mysterious sword intent lingered around his body, still his indifferent appearance.
But in him, there is an indescribable invisible power emerging.
Just like the gods above the swordsmanship, with Tianxian in his mouth, he controls the sun and the moon, and oppresses the heavens!
It is the existence of Weng Jiu, who can't help but feel a sense of horror and awe as small as an ant in his heart.
But in just an instant, all these perceptions and sights disappeared, and a roar sounded on Shuyun Lake.
boom! !
The blood-colored haze covering the void seemed to be torn apart by an invisible storm and disintegrated without a trace.
In the middle of the lake, the evil sword qi that was so monstrous and soaring into the sky broke down one by one, disintegrating like a foam, and disappeared.
Even the arrogant evil spirit phantom before, the wanton and fierce laughter, disappeared without a trace like an illusion.
The night was dark.
There is no autumn wind, no autumn rain.
But the chilling air that permeated the world was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved, filling every inch of the void.
The dark night has once again become the background color of Shuyun Lake.
In the dim lights and shadows, people could vaguely see that in the middle of the lake, there was only a lone figure standing on the ground.
Under the night, he is like an immortal rock, no matter how dangerous the wind and waves are, he has never been shaken in the slightest!
This person is naturally Su Yi.
He lowered his head and looked at his right hand, the ancient Mingshuang sword whimpered and trembled, as if surrendering.
Inside the sword body, the divine soul belonging to Huo Tiandu, the great elder of Yuntian Shrine, was extremely weak, like a burning candle, overdrawing all vitality and about to dissipate.
"You are not as good as me in the competition of strength, and you are also not as good as me in the competition of trump cards. You still want to kill me Su Yi with your own life, are you... worthy?"
Su Yi whispered, with a trace of disdain in his eyes.
Huo Tiandu murmured in relief and bitterness from the sword body: "To die under such power, this old man has no regrets..."
Su Yidan
Indifferently: "This is my strength."
"Really, if so, why are you only in the Yuanfu realm?"
Huo Tiandu mocked, as if hearing a big joke.
Su Yi sighed lightly, showing a look of pity, "If it was before, ants like you would not be qualified to give me a face."
Huo Tiandu wanted to say something, but it was too late.
His spirit began to dissipate, dimmed a little like a rain of light, and then turned into nothingness.
"My lord, I am willing to be a slave!"
Inside the ancient sword of Mingshuang, there was a panicked cry of pleading, vaguely visible, and there was a shadow of an evil spirit crawling in it, shivering.
"An evil spirit, still wanting to be my slave? It's really... beautiful."
Su Yi laughed.
He raised his hand.
With a snort, the ancient Mingshuang sword trembled violently, and the evil spirit inside was completely sealed.
He was not interested in the origin of this evil spirit.
No way, in his previous life, he despised this kind of spiritual body born in the power of filthy sin.
"This sword is not bad."
Su Yi put away the ancient Mingshuang sword.
The material of this sword is made from the divine material at the spiritual level. Although it is not a rare treasure, it can serve as a great nourishment when tempering the Xuanwu sword in the future.
As for the evil spirit, naturally, it cannot be wasted, and it can be given to the Netherflame Demon Sparrow as food.
Su Yi turned around and walked towards the lake.
The clouds and rain in the night sky dissipated, revealing a bright star.
The war is over, and near Shuyun Lake, it seems to restore the tranquility of the past.
At the tea shed, seeing the tall figure coming from Ling Bo, Weng Jiu recovered from the shock as if he had just woken up from a dream.
He subconsciously greeted him and said, "Is fellow Daoist okay?"
If you look closely, this old man who made Mrs. Huanxi Sharou bow her head in awe just by showing her face, when she faced Su Yi at this moment, there was already a trace of respect in her expression!
Before, when he faced Su Yi, no matter how humble and submissive he behaved, it was just out of etiquette, because he asked for Su Yi.
Deep down, he only regards Su Yi as a junior, and regards Su Yi as a rare genius of the younger generation.
But now, Weng Jiu's attitude is completely different!
The reason for this, Su Yi naturally knew.
However, he never cared about this, and said, "Have you seen the previous battle?"
Weng Jiu nodded. He thought that Su Yi wanted him to comment on the battle, and was preparing to formulate some words.
I saw Su Yi said: "Okay, please go and pack up the spoils. When you and your master go to Qingyun Xiaoju tomorrow, just bring it to me."
Weng Jiu's expression was stagnant, and he was completely choked with words in his stomach.
In this big summer, other than the Lord, who would dare to call upon himself like this?
But this kid is not polite at all! His demeanor and words were still so casual, could it be that in his eyes, he was just a... errand?
"it is good."
Weng Jiu took a deep breath and suppressed the depression in his heart.
"Are there any treasures?"
Su Yi asked again.
He had just experienced a big battle, and he was also very exhausted. Naturally, he would not walk when he could take a car.
Weng Jiu had a bitter smile in his heart, but, this kid hit the snake with the stick, and became more rude when calling him.
But there was no way, he had no reason to refuse, and said: "Fellow Daoist just need to go along this street, and within a moment, there will be a treasure chariot coming to pick you up."
"Thank you."
Su Yi turned and walked into the distance.
"Oh, this brat who is so arrogant to the bone actually wants to thank him? However, this counts as
It's a catchphrase. "
Weng Jiu felt a little more comfortable in his heart.
"correct."
Su Yi suddenly stopped, as if remembering something.
"Do you have anything else to order, fellow Daoist?"
Weng Jiu asked.
Seeing Su Yi pointing at the xylophone on the table, he said, "I personally give you a sincere suggestion. You are not suitable for the rhythm. Don't play the piano in the future, or else you will waste such good songs as Ambush from Daggers."
Saying that, he has put his hands on his back and strode away.
Weng Jiu, who only had black lines on his face, was so embarrassed and ashamed.
This kid, what a poisonous mouth! !
At this time, the monks watching the battle on the shore of the lake seemed to have finally recovered after realizing it, and then there was an uproar around the Shuyun Lake like a frying pan.
"My God! The Great Elder of Yuntian Shrine has passed away!!"
I don't know how many people were shocked and dumbfounded.
"How terrifying was that last blow, how could it be blocked? How sacred is that young robed boy?"
There are also many people who are speculating about Su Yi's identity, but without exception, they are all confused.
But the more this is the case, the more mysterious it becomes, and an irresistible feeling of awe.
"Tomorrow's Jiuding City, I'm afraid there will be an uproar because of this!"
There are elders who speak with conviction.
Huo Tiandu, a world-famous Spirit Transformation Realm existence, his identity is also extremely terrifying. He is not only the inner door elder of Yuntian Shrine, one of the four top Taoist lineages, but also the grandfather of the Huo clan, one of the three major clans in Daxia. One of the elders.
Such a monstrous man died on the Shuyun Lake tonight!
There is no need to think about it at all, this matter is destined to cause a sensation in the world, making the entire cultivation world tremble!
...
On a jade platform on the top floor of a pavilion not far from Shuyun Lake.
"No, it's impossible! It's impossible!!"
Huo Mingyuan, the head of the Huo clan, was full of grief and anger, with blue veins bursting out on his forehead.
He was dressed in a purple robe, with a dignified appearance and great majesty, but at this time he seemed extremely rude.
Beside him, all the Huo Clan's bigwigs had gloomy expressions on their faces.
When the previous war was staged, they were watching from a distance.
But no one would have thought that in the end, Huo Tian would lose his sword at the cost of his life!
This made them unacceptable for a moment.
"This...how can I explain it to the sect!"
A middle-aged man in a Chinese robe with a mustache and long hair like ink beating his chest and feet, his expression full of grief and indignation.
Yufeng River.
The fourth-ranked elder in the inner door of Yuntian Divine Palace, a person who existed in the early stage of Spirit Transformation.
Next to him was a tall and sturdy man named Nie Yingshan, also from Yuntian Divine Palace, the fifth-ranked elder in the inner sect in the early stage of Spirit Transformation.
At this time, the faces of the two big figures in Yuntian Shrine became uglier than the other.
Regarding whether to deal with Su Yi, the senior officials of Yuntian Shrine had quarreled for several days.
In the end, with the presence of the Third Supreme Elder "Jinghai Zhenjun", Huo Tiandu agreed to take someone to Jiuding City to kill Su Yi.
But who would have thought that Huo Tiandu, a world-famous mid-stage soul-transforming realm, would die in the hands of a Yuanfu realm youth tonight?
Depressed atmosphere.
These adults who are like overlords in the eyes of the secular monks are all like mourning concubines!
Suddenly, one of the big figures in the Huo family said with murderous aura, "Or, if we don't do it, let's take action together now to kill this little beast like Su Yi?"
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Although he was disdainful, Su Yi was not careless.
After all, it is an ancient evil spirit, which can be sealed in the body of the sword and is immortal. The power it masters is destined to be no trivial matter.
Su Yi's eyes were deep, and he whispered in his heart, it's time to end...
When a battle comes to the trump card, there is no point in continuing.
On Shuyun Lake, a blood-colored monster filled with mist.
Swish!
I saw Huo Tiandu's soul swept out of the broken body, and then jumped into the scarlet and demonic ancient sword of Netherfrost.
"kill!"
Immediately, the sword seemed to come to life at once, under the impetus of Huo Tiandu's spirit power, it rose into the sky and slashed towards Su Yi.
boom!
As if the heavens and the earth were shaking, an unparalleled evil and domineering sword energy rushed into the sky, raging like a storm, and it was extremely dazzling on the Shuyun Lake in this night.
On the shore of the lake, I don't know how many monks were stunned and terrified.
In their field of vision, in the blood-colored haze that filled the sky, there was an unparalleled evil sword energy in the sky, and vaguely, there seemed to be an evil god-like phantom laughing wantonly, fierce and powerful.
Just looking at it from a distance can make people feel hopeless.
In the tea shed, Weng Jiu couldn't hold back any longer, his figure rose out of thin air, and was about to rush into the lake for rescue.
Right at this moment-
Clang!
A wisp of ethereal sword chant sounded, as if it came from the ancient sounds of heaven, and it seemed like the first ray of the Great Dao Lun sound when the chaos first opened.
Weng Jiu's heart trembled, and the figure standing on the ground froze.
In a trance, he seemed to see that in the center of Shuyun Lake, Su Yi's tall figure seemed to suddenly become tall and boundless.
His green robe was like jade, his black hair was fluttering, and an obscure and mysterious sword intent lingered around his body, still his indifferent appearance.
But in him, there is an indescribable invisible power emerging.
Just like the gods above the swordsmanship, with Tianxian in his mouth, he controls the sun and the moon, and oppresses the heavens!
It is the existence of Weng Jiu, who can't help but feel a sense of horror and awe as small as an ant in his heart.
But in just an instant, all these perceptions and sights disappeared, and a roar sounded on Shuyun Lake.
boom! !
The blood-colored haze covering the void seemed to be torn apart by an invisible storm and disintegrated without a trace.
In the middle of the lake, the evil sword qi that was so monstrous and soaring into the sky broke down one by one, disintegrating like a foam, and disappeared.
Even the arrogant evil spirit phantom before, the wanton and fierce laughter, disappeared without a trace like an illusion.
The night was dark.
There is no autumn wind, no autumn rain.
But the chilling air that permeated the world was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved, filling every inch of the void.
The dark night has once again become the background color of Shuyun Lake.
In the dim lights and shadows, people could vaguely see that in the middle of the lake, there was only a lone figure standing on the ground.
Under the night, he is like an immortal rock, no matter how dangerous the wind and waves are, he has never been shaken in the slightest!
This person is naturally Su Yi.
He lowered his head and looked at his right hand, the ancient Mingshuang sword whimpered and trembled, as if surrendering.
Inside the sword body, the divine soul belonging to Huo Tiandu, the great elder of Yuntian Shrine, was extremely weak, like a burning candle, overdrawing all vitality and about to dissipate.
"You are not as good as me in the competition of strength, and you are also not as good as me in the competition of trump cards. You still want to kill me Su Yi with your own life, are you... worthy?"
Su Yi whispered, with a trace of disdain in his eyes.
Huo Tiandu murmured in relief and bitterness from the sword body: "To die under such power, this old man has no regrets..."
Su Yidan
Indifferently: "This is my strength."
"Really, if so, why are you only in the Yuanfu realm?"
Huo Tiandu mocked, as if hearing a big joke.
Su Yi sighed lightly, showing a look of pity, "If it was before, ants like you would not be qualified to give me a face."
Huo Tiandu wanted to say something, but it was too late.
His spirit began to dissipate, dimmed a little like a rain of light, and then turned into nothingness.
"My lord, I am willing to be a slave!"
Inside the ancient sword of Mingshuang, there was a panicked cry of pleading, vaguely visible, and there was a shadow of an evil spirit crawling in it, shivering.
"An evil spirit, still wanting to be my slave? It's really... beautiful."
Su Yi laughed.
He raised his hand.
With a snort, the ancient Mingshuang sword trembled violently, and the evil spirit inside was completely sealed.
He was not interested in the origin of this evil spirit.
No way, in his previous life, he despised this kind of spiritual body born in the power of filthy sin.
"This sword is not bad."
Su Yi put away the ancient Mingshuang sword.
The material of this sword is made from the divine material at the spiritual level. Although it is not a rare treasure, it can serve as a great nourishment when tempering the Xuanwu sword in the future.
As for the evil spirit, naturally, it cannot be wasted, and it can be given to the Netherflame Demon Sparrow as food.
Su Yi turned around and walked towards the lake.
The clouds and rain in the night sky dissipated, revealing a bright star.
The war is over, and near Shuyun Lake, it seems to restore the tranquility of the past.
At the tea shed, seeing the tall figure coming from Ling Bo, Weng Jiu recovered from the shock as if he had just woken up from a dream.
He subconsciously greeted him and said, "Is fellow Daoist okay?"
If you look closely, this old man who made Mrs. Huanxi Sharou bow her head in awe just by showing her face, when she faced Su Yi at this moment, there was already a trace of respect in her expression!
Before, when he faced Su Yi, no matter how humble and submissive he behaved, it was just out of etiquette, because he asked for Su Yi.
Deep down, he only regards Su Yi as a junior, and regards Su Yi as a rare genius of the younger generation.
But now, Weng Jiu's attitude is completely different!
The reason for this, Su Yi naturally knew.
However, he never cared about this, and said, "Have you seen the previous battle?"
Weng Jiu nodded. He thought that Su Yi wanted him to comment on the battle, and was preparing to formulate some words.
I saw Su Yi said: "Okay, please go and pack up the spoils. When you and your master go to Qingyun Xiaoju tomorrow, just bring it to me."
Weng Jiu's expression was stagnant, and he was completely choked with words in his stomach.
In this big summer, other than the Lord, who would dare to call upon himself like this?
But this kid is not polite at all! His demeanor and words were still so casual, could it be that in his eyes, he was just a... errand?
"it is good."
Weng Jiu took a deep breath and suppressed the depression in his heart.
"Are there any treasures?"
Su Yi asked again.
He had just experienced a big battle, and he was also very exhausted. Naturally, he would not walk when he could take a car.
Weng Jiu had a bitter smile in his heart, but, this kid hit the snake with the stick, and became more rude when calling him.
But there was no way, he had no reason to refuse, and said: "Fellow Daoist just need to go along this street, and within a moment, there will be a treasure chariot coming to pick you up."
"Thank you."
Su Yi turned and walked into the distance.
"Oh, this brat who is so arrogant to the bone actually wants to thank him? However, this counts as
It's a catchphrase. "
Weng Jiu felt a little more comfortable in his heart.
"correct."
Su Yi suddenly stopped, as if remembering something.
"Do you have anything else to order, fellow Daoist?"
Weng Jiu asked.
Seeing Su Yi pointing at the xylophone on the table, he said, "I personally give you a sincere suggestion. You are not suitable for the rhythm. Don't play the piano in the future, or else you will waste such good songs as Ambush from Daggers."
Saying that, he has put his hands on his back and strode away.
Weng Jiu, who only had black lines on his face, was so embarrassed and ashamed.
This kid, what a poisonous mouth! !
At this time, the monks watching the battle on the shore of the lake seemed to have finally recovered after realizing it, and then there was an uproar around the Shuyun Lake like a frying pan.
"My God! The Great Elder of Yuntian Shrine has passed away!!"
I don't know how many people were shocked and dumbfounded.
"How terrifying was that last blow, how could it be blocked? How sacred is that young robed boy?"
There are also many people who are speculating about Su Yi's identity, but without exception, they are all confused.
But the more this is the case, the more mysterious it becomes, and an irresistible feeling of awe.
"Tomorrow's Jiuding City, I'm afraid there will be an uproar because of this!"
There are elders who speak with conviction.
Huo Tiandu, a world-famous Spirit Transformation Realm existence, his identity is also extremely terrifying. He is not only the inner door elder of Yuntian Shrine, one of the four top Taoist lineages, but also the grandfather of the Huo clan, one of the three major clans in Daxia. One of the elders.
Such a monstrous man died on the Shuyun Lake tonight!
There is no need to think about it at all, this matter is destined to cause a sensation in the world, making the entire cultivation world tremble!
...
On a jade platform on the top floor of a pavilion not far from Shuyun Lake.
"No, it's impossible! It's impossible!!"
Huo Mingyuan, the head of the Huo clan, was full of grief and anger, with blue veins bursting out on his forehead.
He was dressed in a purple robe, with a dignified appearance and great majesty, but at this time he seemed extremely rude.
Beside him, all the Huo Clan's bigwigs had gloomy expressions on their faces.
When the previous war was staged, they were watching from a distance.
But no one would have thought that in the end, Huo Tian would lose his sword at the cost of his life!
This made them unacceptable for a moment.
"This...how can I explain it to the sect!"
A middle-aged man in a Chinese robe with a mustache and long hair like ink beating his chest and feet, his expression full of grief and indignation.
Yufeng River.
The fourth-ranked elder in the inner door of Yuntian Divine Palace, a person who existed in the early stage of Spirit Transformation.
Next to him was a tall and sturdy man named Nie Yingshan, also from Yuntian Divine Palace, the fifth-ranked elder in the inner sect in the early stage of Spirit Transformation.
At this time, the faces of the two big figures in Yuntian Shrine became uglier than the other.
Regarding whether to deal with Su Yi, the senior officials of Yuntian Shrine had quarreled for several days.
In the end, with the presence of the Third Supreme Elder "Jinghai Zhenjun", Huo Tiandu agreed to take someone to Jiuding City to kill Su Yi.
But who would have thought that Huo Tiandu, a world-famous mid-stage soul-transforming realm, would die in the hands of a Yuanfu realm youth tonight?
Depressed atmosphere.
These adults who are like overlords in the eyes of the secular monks are all like mourning concubines!
Suddenly, one of the big figures in the Huo family said with murderous aura, "Or, if we don't do it, let's take action together now to kill this little beast like Su Yi?"
——
ps: As long as nothing happens, the normal update of Goldfish is every day at 10:00 am and 6:00 pm.
Although he was disdainful, Su Yi was not careless. After all, it is an ancient evil spirit, which can be sealed in the body of the sword and is immortal. The power it masters is destined to be no trivial matter. Su Yi's eyes were deep, and he whispered in his heart, it's time to end... When a battle comes to the trump card, there is no point in continuing. On Shuyun Lake, a blood-colored monster filled with mist. Swish! I saw Huo Tiandu's soul swept out of the broken body, and then jumped into the scarlet and demonic ancient sword of Netherfrost. "kill!" Immediately, the sword seemed to come to life at once, under the impetus of Huo Tiandu's spirit power, it rose into the sky and slashed towards Su Yi. boom! As if the heavens and the earth were shaking, an unparalleled evil and domineering sword energy rushed into the sky, raging like a storm, and it was extremely dazzling on the Shuyun Lake in this night. On the shore of the lake, I don't know how many monks were stunned and terrified. In their field of vision, in the blood-colored haze that filled the sky, there was an unparalleled evil sword energy in the sky, and vaguely, there seemed to be an evil god-like phantom laughing wantonly, fierce and powerful. Just looking at it from a distance can make people feel hopeless. In the tea shed, Weng Jiu couldn't hold back any longer, his figure rose out of thin air, and was about to rush into the lake for rescue. Right at this moment- Clang! A wisp of ethereal sword chant sounded, as if it came from the ancient sounds of heaven, and it seemed like the first ray of the Great Dao Lun sound when the chaos first opened. Weng Jiu's heart trembled, and the figure standing on the ground froze. In a trance, he seemed to see that in the center of Shuyun Lake, Su Yi's tall figure seemed to suddenly become tall and boundless. His green robe was like jade, his black hair was fluttering, and an obscure and mysterious sword intent lingered around his body, still his indifferent appearance. But in him, there is an indescribable invisible power emerging. Just like the gods above the swordsmanship, with Tianxian in his mouth, he controls the sun and the moon, and oppresses the heavens! It is the existence of Weng Jiu, who can't help but feel a sense of horror and awe as small as an ant in his heart. But in just an instant, all these perceptions and sights disappeared, and a roar sounded on Shuyun Lake. boom! ! The blood-colored haze covering the void seemed to be torn apart by an invisible storm and disintegrated without a trace. In the middle of the lake, the evil sword qi that was so monstrous and soaring into the sky broke down one by one, disintegrating like a foam, and disappeared. Even the arrogant evil spirit phantom before, the wanton and fierce laughter, disappeared without a trace like an illusion. The night was dark. There is no autumn wind, no autumn rain. But the chilling air that permeated the world was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved, filling every inch of the void. The dark night has once again become the background color of Shuyun Lake. In the dim lights and shadows, people could vaguely see that in the middle of the lake, there was only a lone figure standing on the ground. Under the night, he is like an immortal rock, no matter how dangerous the wind and waves are, he has never been shaken in the slightest! This person is naturally Su Yi. He lowered his head and looked at his right hand, the ancient Mingshuang sword whimpered and trembled, as if surrendering. Inside the sword body, the divine soul belonging to Huo Tiandu, the great elder of Yuntian Shrine, was extremely weak, like a burning candle, overdrawing all vitality and about to dissipate. "You are not as good as me in the competition of strength, and you are also not as good as me in the competition of trump cards. You still want to kill me Su Yi with your own life, are you... worthy?" Su Yi whispered, with a trace of disdain in his eyes. Huo Tiandu murmured in relief and bitterness from the sword body: "To die under such power, this old man has no regrets..." Su Yidan Indifferently: "This is my strength." "Really, if so, why are you only in the Yuanfu realm?" Huo Tiandu mocked, as if hearing a big joke. Su Yi sighed lightly, showing a look of pity, "If it was before, ants like you would not be qualified to give me a face." Huo Tiandu wanted to say something, but it was too late. His spirit began to dissipate, dimmed a little like a rain of light, and then turned into nothingness. "My lord, I am willing to be a slave!" Inside the ancient sword of Mingshuang, there was a panicked cry of pleading, vaguely visible, and there was a shadow of an evil spirit crawling in it, shivering. "An evil spirit, still wanting to be my slave? It's really... beautiful." Su Yi laughed. He raised his hand. With a snort, the ancient Mingshuang sword trembled violently, and the evil spirit inside was completely sealed. He was not interested in the origin of this evil spirit. No way, in his previous life, he despised this kind of spiritual body born in the power of filthy sin. "This sword is not bad." Su Yi put away the ancient Mingshuang sword. The material of this sword is made from the divine material at the spiritual level. Although it is not a rare treasure, it can serve as a great nourishment when tempering the Xuanwu sword in the future. As for the evil spirit, naturally, it cannot be wasted, and it can be given to the Netherflame Demon Sparrow as food. Su Yi turned around and walked towards the lake. The clouds and rain in the night sky dissipated, revealing a bright star. The war is over, and near Shuyun Lake, it seems to restore the tranquility of the past. At the tea shed, seeing the tall figure coming from Ling Bo, Weng Jiu recovered from the shock as if he had just woken up from a dream. He subconsciously greeted him and said, "Is fellow Daoist okay?" If you look closely, this old man who made Mrs. Huanxi Sharou bow her head in awe just by showing her face, when she faced Su Yi at this moment, there was already a trace of respect in her expression! Before, when he faced Su Yi, no matter how humble and submissive he behaved, it was just out of etiquette, because he asked for Su Yi. Deep down, he only regards Su Yi as a junior, and regards Su Yi as a rare genius of the younger generation. But now, Weng Jiu's attitude is completely different! The reason for this, Su Yi naturally knew. However, he never cared about this, and said, "Have you seen the previous battle?" Weng Jiu nodded. He thought that Su Yi wanted him to comment on the battle, and was preparing to formulate some words. I saw Su Yi said: "Okay, please go and pack up the spoils. When you and your master go to Qingyun Xiaoju tomorrow, just bring it to me." Weng Jiu's expression was stagnant, and he was completely choked with words in his stomach. In this big summer, other than the Lord, who would dare to call upon himself like this? But this kid is not polite at all! His demeanor and words were still so casual, could it be that in his eyes, he was just a... errand? "it is good." Weng Jiu took a deep breath and suppressed the depression in his heart. "Are there any treasures?" Su Yi asked again. He had just experienced a big battle, and he was also very exhausted. Naturally, he would not walk when he could take a car. Weng Jiu had a bitter smile in his heart, but, this kid hit the snake with the stick, and became more rude when calling him. But there was no way, he had no reason to refuse, and said: "Fellow Daoist just need to go along this street, and within a moment, there will be a treasure chariot coming to pick you up." "Thank you." Su Yi turned and walked into the distance. "Oh, this brat who is so arrogant to the bone actually wants to thank him? However, this counts as It's a catchphrase. " Weng Jiu felt a little more comfortable in his heart. "correct." Su Yi suddenly stopped, as if remembering something. "Do you have anything else to order, fellow Daoist?" Weng Jiu asked. Seeing Su Yi pointing at the xylophone on the table, he said, "I personally give you a sincere suggestion. You are not suitable for the rhythm. Don't play the piano in the future, or else you will waste such good songs as Ambush from Daggers." Saying that, he has put his hands on his back and strode away. Weng Jiu, who only had black lines on his face, was so embarrassed and ashamed. This kid, what a poisonous mouth! ! At this time, the monks watching the battle on the shore of the lake seemed to have finally recovered after realizing it, and then there was an uproar around the Shuyun Lake like a frying pan. "My God! The Great Elder of Yuntian Shrine has passed away!!" I don't know how many people were shocked and dumbfounded. "How terrifying was that last blow, how could it be blocked? How sacred is that young robed boy?" There are also many people who are speculating about Su Yi's identity, but without exception, they are all confused. But the more this is the case, the more mysterious it becomes, and an irresistible feeling of awe. "Tomorrow's Jiuding City, I'm afraid there will be an uproar because of this!" There are elders who speak with conviction. Huo Tiandu, a world-famous Spirit Transformation Realm existence, his identity is also extremely terrifying. He is not only the inner door elder of Yuntian Shrine, one of the four top Taoist lineages, but also the grandfather of the Huo clan, one of the three major clans in Daxia. One of the elders. Such a monstrous man died on the Shuyun Lake tonight! There is no need to think about it at all, this matter is destined to cause a sensation in the world, making the entire cultivation world tremble! ... On a jade platform on the top floor of a pavilion not far from Shuyun Lake. "No, it's impossible! It's impossible!!" Huo Mingyuan, the head of the Huo clan, was full of grief and anger, with blue veins bursting out on his forehead. He was dressed in a purple robe, with a dignified appearance and great majesty, but at this time he seemed extremely rude. Beside him, all the Huo Clan's bigwigs had gloomy expressions on their faces. When the previous war was staged, they were watching from a distance. But no one would have thought that in the end, Huo Tian would lose his sword at the cost of his life! This made them unacceptable for a moment. "This...how can I explain it to the sect!" A middle-aged man in a Chinese robe with a mustache and long hair like ink beating his chest and feet, his expression full of grief and indignation. Yufeng River. The fourth-ranked elder in the inner door of Yuntian Divine Palace, a person who existed in the early stage of Spirit Transformation. Next to him was a tall and sturdy man named Nie Yingshan, also from Yuntian Divine Palace, the fifth-ranked elder in the inner sect in the early stage of Spirit Transformation. At this time, the faces of the two big figures in Yuntian Shrine became uglier than the other. Regarding whether to deal with Su Yi, the senior officials of Yuntian Shrine had quarreled for several days. In the end, with the presence of the Third Supreme Elder "Jinghai Zhenjun", Huo Tiandu agreed to take someone to Jiuding City to kill Su Yi. But who would have thought that Huo Tiandu, a world-famous mid-stage soul-transforming realm, would die in the hands of a Yuanfu realm youth tonight? Depressed atmosphere. These adults who are like overlords in the eyes of the secular monks are all like mourning concubines! Suddenly, one of the big figures in the Huo family said with murderous aura, "Or, if we don't do it, let's take action together now to kill this little beast like Su Yi?" ps: As long as nothing happens, the normal update of Goldfish is every day at 10:00 am and 6:00 pm.
