The fat man carefully followed the evil star and circled most of the Earth Fire Palace, but still did not wait for the grandfather to speak.

Seeing that he was about to walk around the whole place, Fatty's eyes suddenly lit up and he remembered something.

"Master Wuji, most of these Qingling Sect's crooked melons and cracked dates have already taken in air but not out."

"How about finding someone else?"

Zhang Wuji felt a chill in his heart, deliberately pretending not to care, walked slowly, and asked coldly: "What are you referring to?"

"The disciples of the Holy Sect have recently been sweeping away the affiliated immortal sect forces around the Qingling Sect, and have made many gains."

"There are quite a few pretty strong guys among them."

"I think it should meet your requirements."

Zhang Wuji stopped in front of a hanged Qingling Sect disciple. Judging from his clothing, this person was just the lowest disciple. He had been roasted by the fire all day long and had long since lost his breath.

Maybe he never thought that he would reach the core of the sect in this way.

With his back to the fat man, Zhang Wuji still maintained the indifference on his face.

In the face of fate, you can't help yourself, even if you are yourself.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Gently smoothing the man's collar, he sighed inwardly, then turned around and stared at the fat man with bright eyes, making the latter slightly uneasy.

"Is it reliable?"

"Reliable, absolutely reliable."

The fat man breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that the evil star would throw him into the earthly fire to take a bath, "We don't have any other soul-losing religions. It's a skill to give people soul restraint, otherwise they won't be able to win the eyes of the Holy Sect.

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"As long as you are taught the soul-destroying secret method, you will have to obey your orders even when the gods come."

"Go and see."

"Okay, here...ah!"

Just when the fat man was about to take a step forward, for some unknown reason, the ground fire several feet below the stone corridor suddenly erupted. In the fierce and raging fire, several hot stones cracked and flew towards the fat man with the sound of howling wind.

Flying over, he was about to smash his head into pieces.

Although Fatty is a practitioner, his reaction to such changes was a little too slow.

The tip of my nose can already feel the heat wave from the pavement.

At the critical moment, a finger stood in front of him.

No matter how the red stone rotates, it can't break through the blockage of this white finger.

Then the owner of the finger, Bone Hollow Zhang Wuji, held the terrifying stone that jumped out of the ground fire in his hand under the fat man's horrified eyes. The moment the skin and flesh came into contact with the stone, there was a hint of barbecue smell.

"Pure earth fire essence stone."

Zhang Wuji looked at the stone in his hand, with a playful smile on his face. The burning in his palms was almost tickling to him.

The fat man looked at the weird smile on his face and was so frightened that he didn't know what to say.

"Let's go."

"Oh, oh, please come over here..."

The fat man became excited, his attitude became more respectful, and his body lowered a little.

Damn, these Holy Sect guys are really scary.

Qingfeng was imprisoned with a group of unlucky casual cultivators and people from small sects. Although his cultivation level was sealed and his soul was controlled, his eyes were still looking around, thinking about possible escape plans.

My master with great magical powers has long said that coming to Fuyao Prefecture will definitely be extremely dangerous.

Qingfeng came resolutely.

Because the master also said that if you retire with success, you will have great blessings.

Although the place looking across the sea is better than a fairyland on earth, in Qingfeng's view, it is just a pool of stagnant water, decayed and dilapidated.

It's better to try your luck in such a turbulent place.

But now he has a bit of toothache.

I hope that guy comes to save me soon.

As one of the few monks in the world who can still remember his true identity, that guy Zhang Wuji will definitely come.

Taiyi Sword Sect, Qiba Zhenren.

The first time I met him was two years ago. Although the sixteen-year-old boy was dejected because he was selected as an undercover agent, he still couldn't hide his soaring aura.

Qingfeng, who is proficient in the art of looking for energy, was momentarily shocked by this guy's thick red luck.

Good guy, it’s just a walking humanoid beast.

Especially mixed with dots of pink, the meaning contained in it is really a bit enviable.

The two only communicated through secret methods. In two years, Zhang Wuji had transformed into a direct descendant of the Demon Sect, the great disciple of Baigudong Zhenren, and became famous in Fuyao Prefecture.

While Qingfeng was impressed, he also sighed a little.

Such talented people have such a bad fate.

Then, he saw the figure he hadn't seen for two years.

Wearing a black robe from the Demon Sect, he is taller, has a colder temperament, and has thinner cheeks. The only thing that remains unchanged is his unparalleled handsome face.

Qingfeng's expression remained unchanged, imitating the prisoners around him, looking at the pair of fat and thin people who walked in with confusion.

"Master Wuji, this is someone who was caught in the past few days, and he is still somewhat energetic."

"Would you like to see it?"

The fat man smiled flatteringly.

Zhang Wuji naturally recognized Qingfeng immediately.

Fucking trash!

At this moment, he just wanted to complain, especially when Qingfeng looked at him with innocent eyes.

"In this room, all restrictions are planted and sent to my cave."

"Practice with me."

Practicing with the successor of the Golden Jade Bone Holy Method?

The fat man swallowed his saliva, took out the key, and then shouted to the back, "Come here, give all the guys in this cell a soul-destroying restraint."

The voice echoed in the Earth Fire Palace, but there was no response for a long time.

The fat man's face turned blue and white, and he was extremely embarrassed.

At this moment, the communication talisman on his wrist suddenly started to flicker. The fat man smiled and his consciousness was immersed. At first, he looked normal, but in just a few seconds, he broke out in cold sweat.

At the same time, several disciples of the Lost Soul Cult stumbled in, shouting as they ran: "It's not good, it's not good, the devil is coming, he is coming, he is coming..."

Zhang Wuji stared dumbfoundedly at these people who fainted at his feet at the same time, quite confused.

Senior Brother Baigudong, who was designed by the domineering boss, actually showed a trace of confusion at this time.

What's going on?

What's going on?

Someone called?

He reached out and pinched the fat man's shoulder, giving the fat man a gentle squeeze to bring him back to his senses.

Feeling the steel and iron bones on his shoulders, the fat man said with a sad face: "That, that, the prince is here."

Ah.

It turned out to be him.

Zhang Wuji suddenly realized, no wonder these soul-losing sects were as frightened as dogs that had lost their homes.

This is really not a good time.

Zhang Wuji's heart was covered with a dark cloud.

Accompanied by the raging sound of ground fire, slight footsteps came from the other end of the corridor, getting closer and closer, and a terrifying invisible pressure enveloped everyone's hearts.

It seems that there is a giant humanoid beast pacing slowly over there.

Among the prisoners inside, there were already those with poor cultivation or unstable souls who fell headlong.

We haven’t even met the real owner yet.

If the fat man hadn't been caught by Zhang Wuji, his soles would have gone weak and he would have collapsed to the ground.

The shadows disperse.

The real owner appears.

I saw this man wearing a jade crown and white clothes, holding a whisk in his hand. He was tall and thin, with a trace of nobility that could not be wiped off his delicate face, as if he was an immortal who had fallen into the mortal world.

The most peculiar thing is this person's pure white eyes without a trace of color.

He just appeared in everyone's sight.

Like a white lotus growing in the dark underground world.

Monstery, beautiful, untainted by dust.

Wanxiang Senluo Sect, Tiangang Thirty-Six, successor of Tianmo Jue, Xiao Yiliu.

However, with his appearance, all the prisoners except Qingfeng rolled their eyes and fainted.

For a moment of daze, those pure white eyes glanced at Qingfeng.

It was broken and he noticed it.

Qingfeng was shocked, and then fainted in a decent manner.

Xiao Yiliu didn't pay attention, but walked straight towards Zhang Wuji. The fat man who was half hiding behind Zhang Wuji was already covered in sweat.

It's not that he has insufficient cultivation, but because this Heavenly Demon Art, one of the thirty-six Demon Sect Tiangang, is really terrifying.

During the Qingling Sect's battle that day, no one under Nascent Soul could survive three rounds in front of the descendants of the Heavenly Demon Jue. Even the strongest of the younger generation of the Qingling Sect had his soul absorbed by Xiao Yiliu.

The walking soul harvester.

The demon sect monster stood in front of Zhang Wuji, looking at him quietly with his beautiful eyes.

Zhang Wuji looked at him without any fear, and there seemed to be sparks flying in their eyes.

After a long time, Xiao Yiliu finally spoke.

"Brother Wuji, I got another jar of good wine. Can I drink it tonight?"

I sighed secretly in my heart.

That's true.

Zhang Wuji was speechless as he watched this scary guy walk over and said what he expected, his face full of helplessness.

He is not afraid of the Heavenly Demon Art, but he is afraid that this drunkard will drag him to death.

Last time the two of them had a drink on a mountain top, but the wine was so strong that they slept for half a month before waking up. Fortunately, no one came to investigate, otherwise the demon sect would have discovered them as soon as their demonic aura dissipated.

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"How about next time?"

Zhang Wuji patted Xiao Yiliu's shoulder painfully, and then raised the monster's hair, which made the fat man tremble in his heart.

Sure enough, only the devil can deal with the devil.

"This wine can only be kept for three days."

"You must come."

"Otherwise I will go to Baigu Cave every day."

"Wuji, you don't want to..."

I sighed deeply and was threatened again.

Zhang Wuji had no choice but to nod, and Xiao Yiliu showed a satisfied look.

He turned to look at the cell, which was already a mess, and a certain Xianmen connector was among them.

"By the way, this guy in blue clothes is not afraid of my Heavenly Demon Art?"
Chapter completed!