Before he finished speaking, Yuwen Zhouyuan flicked his sleeves, and streams of sword energy swam out from his sleeves, and then mixed with the vitality of heaven and earth, and quickly surged.
"Go." Yuwen Zhouyuan stretched out his finger, and the sword energy seemed to have eyes, curling wildly at the monks surrounding him.
Suddenly, screams came one after another, and the scene was like cutting wheat. Although the strength of the Hai Xiu bandits was not small, except for the three leaders, there were no masters above the True Lord. And how could the mere Nascent Soul and the real immortal cultivators match up with Yu Wen?
Zhou Yuan was right. It can even be said that no one present could stop him.
I saw the sword light flying, and the Haixiu bandits were chopped to pieces, and their souls returned to the underworld one by one, without even knowing how they died.
Seeing Yuwen Zhouyuan take action, Tie Zhengming was unambiguous. Although he had been on Demon Soul Island for a thousand years, he was not at all ambiguous about his move at this time. He had no affection for his former accomplices, even more so than Yu Wenzhou.
Yuan was even more outright vicious.
"This guy is really a ruthless character." Yuwen Zhouyuan muttered secretly. Of course he knew why Tie Zhengming did this. To be honest, he just wanted to gain his own approval so that he could regain his freedom.
When the two of them join forces, the battle really has no suspense at all.
The battle between the true king and the true master is not at the same level, let alone the real monk, who is not even qualified to be cannon fodder. The Haixiu bandits are leaderless, and all the prohibition traps are of no use because Tie Zhengming knows better than them.
Resistance is futile. At this time, there is only one thing they can do, and that is to escape! It depends on their luck. If their character breaks out, they may still be able to find a way out.
Unfortunately, this is only theoretically promising. Yuwen Zhouyuan planned to use this place as the chief helm of the Medical Fu Sect. If someone escaped, wouldn't it be possible to be exposed? So from the beginning, he was determined to
After making up his mind, he would not let anyone go, and he would definitely kill all the Haixiu bandits.
Since Yuwen Zhouyuan thinks this way, he is absolutely sure that with the strength of his spiritual consciousness, even the crawling of ants cannot escape his grasp within a radius of thousands of miles.
Therefore, it can be said that Yuwen Zhouyuan knew clearly what each of the Hai Xiu bandits' minions was doing. He had already closed his eyes at this time, and the sword light was no longer shooting out in a chaotic manner, but was controlling it with his spiritual consciousness.
Thousands of sword rays look frightening, but under the control of Yu Wen Zhouyuan, they appear to be in order. In the real person stage, one sword ray is enough to take his head. For the true master, it is more troublesome. The key is that in addition to
In the event of a physical accident, Nascent Soul cannot let it escape, but even for a late-stage immortal cultivator, it is more than enough to swarm him with seven or eight sword rays.
There is no fish that has slipped through the net. Some Haixiu bandits have already seen something wrong and want to restrain their aura and find a hidden place to hide. However, they are still unable to hide from the search of Yu Wenzhou's soul.
Tie Zhengming was also unambiguous in his actions, and many Haixiu bandits were still confused before they died.
Yuwen Zhouyuan did not make a big fanfare when he took action. He tried not to touch the restrictions on the island, not because he was afraid of trapping himself, but because he planned to leave it to the Medical Fu Sect for future use.
Don't look at the Haixiu bandits in their own hands. They fell into a big fight, as if they were made of clay. That was because of the cooperation between the inside and the outside. Otherwise, even if you found the place where they were entrenched, it would not be that easy to attack.
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As the saying goes, there is no real person under great reputation. Haixiu bandits have been roaming the chaotic sea for thousands of years, so how can they be deceiving the world and stealing their reputation?
It's a pity that he fell into the hands of Yuwen Zhouyuan because of his mental calculation and unintentional calculation.
By searching the soul of the ancestor Can Xin, Yuwen Zhouyuan has mastered a lot of information. Let’s not mention other things for now. Those formations are really powerful. If they are all activated, they can resist even the old monsters at the peak of their True Self stage.
Two or three hours long.
Yuwen Zhouyuan couldn't help but secretly marveled. It was a bit of luck that it went so smoothly this time. Those powerful restrictions also fell under his control.
This Demon Soul Island can rebuild the general helm of a sect, because everything on Demon Soul Island is ready-made, including pavilions and pavilions, as well as a large number of caves and forbidden formations. It only needs a little debugging and almost no rearrangement. It saves time and effort.
, Yuwen Zhouyuan was in a great mood, of course.
At this time, the screams had gradually subsided. The strength of the Haixiu bandits was not weak, but the specific number was not large. At this moment, Yuwen Zhouyuan had killed them all like melons and vegetables, and the island gradually
Silence fell.
But it was hard to say whether there were fish caught in the trap. Yuwen Zhouyuan frowned, slowly closed his eyes, and released his powerful spiritual consciousness. He did not need to extend it to a thousand miles away, and searched back and forth with the island as the center.
Very carefully, not letting go of anything suspicious. Suddenly, Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyebrows moved, his left hand shook slightly, and more than ten sword lights flew out of his sleeves, seemingly slow but urgent, shooting wildly in a line toward the southeast.
"Ah!" After a while, a scream came into my ears, and I found a fish that had slipped through the net.
A slight smile appeared on the corner of Yuwen Zhouyuan's mouth, and he continued to search with his spiritual consciousness. He would rather kill the wrong one than let it go. Yuwen Zhouyuan would never allow any caught fish to appear.
In the following time, I found two more Haixiu bandits, both of whom were good at concealing their magical powers.
They wanted to play cat and mouse, but unfortunately Yu Wenzhou Yuan was superior, and in the end all the Haixiu bandits returned to the underworld, and no one could escape from his hands.
Yuwen Zhouyuan showed a look of satisfaction on his face and breathed a sigh of relief. Although this was hard work, the reward was absolutely heart-warming.
The Haixiu bandits have been evil for many years. Although they mainly harmed casual cultivators and small sect families and were never touched by larger forces, they also accumulated a lot of wealth.
And through the soul-searching technique, Yuwen Zhouyuan naturally knew where Ancestor Canxin hid the treasure. It was not in his lair!
But there is no rush now. We will go get it later. Those treasures are hidden very secretly. Only Ancestor Canxin knows about it. Even the other two village masters, he did not reveal it at all.
"Senior, I don't know... what do you think of Xiao's performance?" A slightly cringe-worthy voice reached his ears. Yuwen Zhouyuan turned his head and saw Tie Zhengming's face full of anxiety. Now that the Haixiu bandits have been eliminated,
What he fears most is burning bridges across rivers.
In the world of cultivating immortals, there are countless such cases. No matter how fanciful you say before, it is of no use. It is normal to fall out in the end. Immortal cultivators do not believe in benevolence, justice and morality. For them, it is normal for them to break their promises and get fat.
Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced at the other person's anxious expression, not knowing what the other person was thinking, so he smiled and said: "Don't worry, I won't break your promise. You performed well just now, and I will give you your freedom."
"Thank you, senior, thank you, senior." Before Yuwen Zhouyuan finished speaking, Tie Zhengming was already overjoyed and knelt in the air, kowtowing like him from a distance.
"But I can't put you here. I want to find a place to erase your memory." Yuwen Zhouyuan's deep voice reached his ears.
"This is what it should be." Although Tie Zhengming looks rude, he is also a man with sharp eyebrows. Although Yuwen Zhouyuan has never said it, he can also guess what Yuwen Zhouyuan wants to use this Demonic Soul Island for.
Of course, he would have to erase all memories of himself and the island.
"Let's go." Yu Wen Zhouyuan didn't have much, and he turned into a ray of frightening rainbow and left here. Tie Zhengming hesitated for a moment, but also followed quickly.
Although Yuwen Zhouyuan promised himself, he could still change his mind at any time, so naturally he didn't dare to show any slights.
Half an hour later, the two came to a deserted island. It was said to be a deserted island, but in fact it was just an inconspicuous reef.
"Okay, right here, I will erase your memory for you." Yuwen Zhouyuan said.
"Yes!" Tie Zhengming also landed, with a bit of anxiety on his fat face. It's not like Yuwen Zhouyuan will change his mind when things have reached this point, but this brings up part of the memory, and the same is true.
There is a risk that if you are not careful, you may harm your consciousness, or even turn yourself into an idiot.
However, Tie Zhengming has no choice. If he does not erase the memory of Demon Soul Island, the other party will never let him go. Should he be a slave for the rest of his life and be driven by the other party, or take a little risk and erase the memory. I believe that as long as he is a normal person, he will
Choose the latter.
"Senior, how sure are you?" The thumping of his heartbeat reached his ears, and Tie Zhengming finally couldn't help but speak.
"Don't worry, I won't let you be an idiot." Yuwen Zhouyuan's answer made the other party dumbfounded, and then his tone became stern: "Relax your whole body, otherwise I will not be responsible for anything that goes wrong."
"Yes." Tie Zhengming is a Zhenjun cultivator. Of course he understands Yuwen Zhouyuan's instructions and they are not wrong.
Yuwen Zhouyuan flicked his sleeves, and a wisp of green cloud rolled past him. Tie Zhengming was wrapped in it, and then he fainted.
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Two hours later, Yuwen Zhouyuan left here, and Tie Zhengming was still unconscious, but thinking about it, he should wake up again in a meal at most.
Selectively eliminating memories is obviously much more difficult than directly using the soul-searching technique, otherwise Yuwen Zhouyuan would not have spent so much effort. Fortunately, nothing went wrong in the end.
Of course, even if something went wrong, Yuwen Zhouyuan would not feel the slightest bit guilty. He could only blame Tie Zhengming for his lack of luck.
The Hai Xiu bandits matter has come to an end, and Yuwen Zhouyuan is now going to pick up the people from the Medical Fu Sect.
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Although the Medical Fu Sect and others had only been to the deserted island where they were hiding once, immortal cultivators have the magical power of photographic memory. Naturally, Yuwen Zhouyuan remembered it clearly, and with his escape skills, it didn't take much effort.
Soon, the outline of the island was clearly visible. The sky was blue, and there was only the sea breeze blowing around. Everything was fine. It seemed that no other monks wanted to come here.
Yuwen Zhouyuan nodded, and the light escaped faster and faster.
"Master." The people on the island seemed to have discovered their whereabouts, and the two sisters Murong E and Murong Die happily greeted them.
Seeing that their master was safe and sound, the two sisters' faces glowed with excitement. After all, they were going to annihilate a gang of Hai Xiu bandits that spanned the world with their own strength. Even if the two girls knew that Yu Wen Zhouyuan was not an ordinary cultivator, it would be impossible for them not to worry.