Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't know this, so he was not in a hurry to eliminate the two minds.
"Do you want to live?" Yuwen Zhouyuan asked.
"Yes!" The two nodded repeatedly. Their movements were almost like a chicken pecking at rice. If they could live, who would want to die? Immortal cultivators are actually far more afraid of death than mortals.
"Okay, hand over your souls here first." Yuwen Zhouyuan threw the soul beads over without saying a word.
"Forbidden God Technique." The two of them were terrified. If they really did that, it would be as good as leaving their lives in the hands of the other party. However, when things got to this point, what choice did they have?
No... there is still some. At least, the two people's reactions are completely different.
When Tie Zhengming was still hesitating, the bloody-hand scholar had already moved one step ahead. His hands were flying up and down, and his movements were so fast that it was eye-popping. This guy was originally a gifted person, and he was out to recruit others.
The speed is much faster than that of monks of the same level.
Following his movements, various objects were flying all over the sky, including talismans and thunder beads. They were overwhelming and transformed into various attacks, all of which were thrown at Yuwen Zhouyuan.
Of course, this guy never thought about defeating the enemy. Yuwen Zhouyuan was so tough just now, and he already knew in his heart that even if it was a sneak attack, he would not have any chance of winning.
A futile effort will only bring humiliation to oneself. And this has only one purpose. As long as it can be delayed a little, I will be satisfied, and maybe I can create an opportunity to escape.
He, the bloody-handed scholar, is used to having a free time. If he can be driven by others, instead of being a slave, he might as well risk his life to bet. If he can't beat him, he may not have a chance to escape.
Seeing that the other party had prepared so many thunder bead talismans, Yuwen Zhouyuan also showed a bit of surprise on his face. Most high-level monks would not do this, but this guy has a bit of his own style.
But of course Yu Wen Zhouyuan would not be sympathetic to him. Trying to escape from him was simply reckless behavior.
"Quick!" Yuwen Zhouyuan pointed forward with one finger, and the Ice Soul Mysterious Light Sword flashed, and several cold dragons flew out. Then they gathered in the middle and began to circle, and a white hurricane came into sight.
Although it cannot be said to reach the sky and the earth, the momentum is extremely shocking, especially when you think about it being composed of countless palm-sized wind blades, you can even imagine its power.
Moreover, the speed was also outrageous. The bloody-hand scholar had already used his escape technique desperately, but after a few flickers, he was still caught up.
"Ugh..." The wind blade was not polite and fell down on its head.
"Ah!" The screams reached the ears. This time, there was no suspense at all. Although the bloody-hand scholar barely released a defensive magic weapon, what effect could it have in front of the overwhelming wind blade? He was quickly cut.
It was broken into pieces and turned into scraps of metal and fell into the sea. The scholar with bloody hands turned black.
Regret overwhelmed him like a tide. "Senior, please spare my life. I was just confused for a moment and am willing to hand over my soul."
"Huh, I regret it now. It's too late for you. I gave you a chance just now." Yu Wen Zhouyuan's face was expressionless. Since the other party made such a choice, he would not show mercy.
The body-protecting aura of the bloody-hand scholar was broken through in an instant.
A cloud of blood mist exploded in the sky, and even the Nascent Soul, the bloody-handed scholar, had no chance to escape.
Witnessing the death of his companions, Tie Zhengming's face turned pale. He was the only one of the Haixiu bandits who participated in the robbery who was still alive. Kick-clack, clack-clack, his teeth were fighting uncontrollably.
"Why, you are still unwilling to hand over your soul." Yuwen Zhouyuan's cold voice reached his ears.
At this time, Tie Zhengming was almost as scared as a mouse seeing a cat. Seeing Yuwen Zhouyuan's impatient tone, he almost jumped out of fright.
"Senior is happy and angry, senior is happy and angry, I will do as you please." It is better to die than to live. Tie Zhengming thought more thoroughly than the bloody-hand scholar. Before he finished speaking, he hurriedly handed over his soul without any trace.
delay.
In fact, in terms of realm, he is a little higher than Yuwen Zhouyuan, but the other party's strength is there, Tie Zhengming doesn't think there is anything wrong with calling him so. He now suspects that the other party is not the true king at all, but some
The old monster pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger, but he just doesn't dare to ask questions casually.
Yu Wen Zhouyuan fired several magic techniques, and there were no twists and turns in the Forbidden God Technique. Yu Wen Zhouyuan showed a look of satisfaction on his face. He had just killed another leader with a thunderbolt, which was considered a killing of a chicken for the monkeys to see.
For now, the effect should be achieved, and even if the other party has some small thoughts, they should put it away.
"Let's go!" Yuwen Zhouyuan returned to the spirit boat with Tie Zhengming. The disciples of the Medical Fu Sect had already swarmed onto the deck at some unknown time. They witnessed Yuwen Zhouyuan's victory. Apart from admiration, they were also impressed.
It would be great if I could do this one day.
Almost everyone thinks so in their hearts. Of course, they also know that this is just an extravagant hope. Among the hundreds of disciples of the Medical Fu Sect, only Sister Murong has a deep blessing. She was accepted by Yuwen Zhouyuan as a registered disciple. How far can she go in the immortal way?
It's easy to say, but Zhenjun still has great hope.
As for them, it would be good if they can advance to the level of real people. Wanting to become a master like Senior Yuwen is simply a dream. This fact is cruel, but in terms of the proportion of high-level monks in the world of immortality, it is indeed not worth mentioning.
At this moment, Tie Zhengming didn't have any bearing as a superior person. He lowered his eyebrows and looked down, for fear that he would do something wrong and be sucked out of his soul by Yuwen Zhouyuan.
"Is there any desert island near here?" As he was waiting carefully, the voice of the evil star reached his ears.
"Desolate island?" Tie Zhengming was stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment. "What conditions do you want, senior?"
"It doesn't matter if you have spiritual veins or not, as long as the location is remote." Yuwen Zhouyuan has already planned to seize the Hai Xiu Bandit's lair as the chief helm, but before that, he still needs to resettle the members of the Medical Fu Sect.
You can't take these rookie cultivators with you. After all, there are more pirates in the lair, and Ancestor Canxin is not a weakling. Yuwen Zhouyuan is also worried that there will be a time when he can't take care of them. In short, it is safer to find a place to place them.
"This...of course there is." After understanding Yuwen Zhouyuan's intention, Tie Zhengming immediately led the way without hesitation. What's the point of betraying his former accomplices? Can thieves still expect them to be heroic to each other? To put it bluntly,
They are basically a group of guys who are unjust and unjust. At this time, of course they are thinking about their own lives.
Although Tie Zhengming is a guy who is greedy for life and afraid of death, he is indeed familiar with the nearby terrain. In just half an hour, he brought Yuwen Zhouyuan to the place he wanted.
The island in front of us was completely deserted. As far as the eye could see, there were just a bunch of messy rocky slopes. Not to mention the spiritual veins, there were not even a few plants in sight.
In addition, this area is not a route that the monks are familiar with. Yuwen Zhouyuan estimated that he would not see anyone here for ten days and a half.
It's remote enough! Yuwen Zhouyuan was very satisfied and ordered the disciples of the Medical Fu Sect to stay here temporarily and be careful not to reveal their whereabouts. Then he collected the spirit boat and asked Tie Zhengming to take him away like the lair of the Hai Xiu bandit.
Tie Zhengming admitted everything. He just wanted to survive now. As for his former brothers? Hum, they were just a bunch of dog-meat friends.
Demon Soul Island is located in the Chaotic Sea, but no matter which store sells the charts in Jiuxian City, there is no mark on it.
How can the lair of the Haixiu bandits be known to outsiders, otherwise they would kill people and swindle goods, and although the offenders are all casual cultivators and unknown sect families, the power of the slave masters united is also eye-catching, and his lair has long been destroyed.
Give it to a litter.
Caution and secrecy are the two magic weapons for the survival of Haixiu bandits. Unfortunately, they were not lucky this time. When they went to sea to rob, they met Yuwen Zhouyuan, the broom star.
"This is your home base?" Looking at the island in front of him, Yuwen Zhouyuan's tone was extremely calm, but there was a bit of surprise in his eyes.
The island is quite large, with a shape similar to a turtle. There are undulating mountains on the island, and there are dense and prosperous plants. Yuwen Zhouyuan released his spiritual consciousness, and the scenery is really good.
The location is indeed quite remote, and most immortal cultivators would not pass by it. But as the lair of Haixiu bandits, how come it has not been discovered for several years?
Yuwen Zhouyuan initially thought that their chief rudder was in some inaccessible and wild place, but now that he had glanced around, it seemed that was not the case at all.
This place is only slightly remote. Logically speaking, as the chief helmsman of the Hai Xiu Bandits, he should have been exposed long ago.
"Eh, that's not right." Yuwen Zhouyuan's pupils narrowed, and he finally discovered the strangeness of this island. It has a decent size and good scenery, but the island has no spiritual veins.
There was no trace of spiritual energy. The surface was even shrouded in a layer of miasma. Yuwen Zhouyuan finally knew where the problem lay.
Although the Hai Xiu bandits also robbed homes, in the final analysis, they were still cultivators of immortality, and what they robbed were not ordinary worldly goods, but spiritual stones, magic weapons, elixirs, and other materials for cultivating immortals.
The purpose of robbing these things is to meet their cultivation needs. But how can they practice on this island without even spiritual veins?
Wouldn't it be very stupid to do this in favor of the weak? And other immortal cultivators, how could they have imagined that the lair of the Hai cultivators was actually an ordinary island without spiritual veins.
It can be said that there are such islands all over the chaotic sea. The exact number is hard to count. Even if there are monks passing by here, they will not take a serious look at them.
What's more, although this place is not inaccessible, it is indeed a very remote place. It is a hundred miles in radius. Not to mention the mineral resources, not even the shadow of sea beasts can be seen.
For cultivators, this is a place where birds don't poop. If you run here when you have nothing to do, will you feel full after eating too much? What's more, around Demon Soul Island, there is still a layer of mist formed by miasma.
, ever since, mortals would not choose to settle here.
The thoughts in his mind turned around. Yuwen Zhouyuan had already figured out where the secrets of this place, the home of the Haixiu bandits, came from. But no matter what, choosing a place without spiritual veins to establish the sect's general helm would be a piece of cake from every aspect.