The Big Guy Who Wears Fast is Crazy Again

"Sect Master Yan, what is the explanation given by the old man? One life for another, these three demons have one late Nascent Soul and two middle Jindan, and their cultivations are no worse than the three that died in your sword sect." Ancestor Hehuan asked with a smile.

Yan Yisong and the three elders were shocked and angry.

"Why, Sect Master Yan and the elders are still not satisfied? The sword cultivators of your sword sect are really stubborn, they want to die with us, if they succeed, those who die now will be old people.

If you are not satisfied with one life for one life, could it be that Sect Master Yan wants to provoke a war between human cultivators and demon cultivators? "

"You old witch is going to spit blood!" An elder glared angrily.

Hehuan's ancestor was still smiling, but when he heard this, his face suddenly sank, "Old witch? I hate people calling me an old witch the most."

After the words fell, the ancestor of the acacia released the coercion of the high-level demon cultivator in the Mahayana period in an instant.

The three elders were only in the Spirit Transformation Stage, and they were two big realms away. As soon as the pressure of the Mahayana Stage came out, the three of them immediately felt their legs softened, and they almost knelt down.

Even Yan Yisong felt the pressure.

Several people propped their swords on the ground, their spines straight.

Jian Xiu's arrogance cannot be broken!

But it didn't take long for the elder with the lowest cultivation base to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing the blood, the ancestor of Hehuan removed the pressure. She reached out and stroked her face, "I can't even see the wrinkles on this face, how can I be an old witch?"

The pressure of the Mahayana period was withdrawn, and several people were able to breathe, and their expressions were ugly.

I'm afraid this can't be good today.

"Okay, let's go. Four thousand years ago, the old man and you were considered to be the same people. I am still willing to give it to the head of Yan." Hehuan's ancestor waved his hand.

Yan Yisong said solemnly: "Okay, the death of my Jianzong Elder Zhou and those two disciples will not be investigated."

As soon as these words came out, an elder said unwillingly: "Senior brother, how can this be offset!"

Yan Yisong raised his hand, "No need to say more."

He looked coldly at the angry woman in front of him, and said sternly: "The murderous feud is equalized, as long as the ancestor of Hehuan quickly returns my disciple Wuya, this time my Dayan Sword Sect will be everything. It never happened."

Hehuan's ancestor heard this, but suddenly smiled, "Could it be that the head of Yan is deaf, and Laoshen just said that the younger brother Wuya came to Laoshen voluntarily as a guest, and Laoshen will not treat him."

"You old demon—" The elder was halfway through his words, remembering the blood-curling coercion just now, he stopped abruptly, and changed his words: "Hehuan ancestor threatened the lives of the flying boat, Wu Ya, in order to protect them, You can only compromise, how can it become voluntary?"

The ancestor of Hehuan said lightly: "Nodding, even if it is voluntary, Lao Shen doesn't care why he nods. After a few days, Lao Shen will return the person completely to Sect Master Yan, so that his cultivation will not fall, Sect Master Yan can rest assured. ."

Yan Yisong and a few elders were a little surprised, but Mo Xiu's words were never credible.

They knew that they couldn't beat this old witch, and they would not be able to take Yun Wuya away today.

Yan Yisong frowned and pondered for a long time, and finally compromised, "Okay, but I want to see Wuya."

Hehuan's ancestor was unhappy when he heard this, "Sect Master Yan can't trust the old man? Although the old man is a demon cultivator, he has always kept his words."

Yan Yisong didn't believe her at first, but seeing her shirk, he became even more disbelieving, "I only need to see Wuya once, since Wuya is a guest, why can't I see me?"

The ancestor of Hehuan was irritated, "Sect Master Yan, do you think that the old man has been talking nonsense with you for so long, is he really afraid of you?"

At this moment, a loud voice suddenly came from a distance, "What if you add us?"

Dozens of streamers in the air are drawn towards this side, like meteors.

When the streamer landed, the head of the hundred gates of Xianzong appeared. The one who spoke was the headed sect master Yu.

The ancestor of Hehuan sneered, raised his hand, and a group of high-level demon cultivators immediately surged around, all of which were above Nascent Soul.

"Since you are righteous and want to provoke a war, the old man is not afraid!"

...

In the dim palace, there is a large black pool in the middle.

A naked man was dangling his arms by two thick iron chains, and his chest was immersed in the black pool that exuded a strange fragrance.

The skin was originally as tight as white jade, but the water in the black pool brought out a weak paleness.

There were several black poisonous snakes swimming around him in the pond.

The man lowered his head, and a few strands of hair fell from his temples, covering his cold face.

He seemed to have fallen asleep, and he seemed to be tortured and passed out.

Suddenly, footsteps approached outside the door, and the conversation sounded.

"Young Master Qi, stay behind, the ancestor of Hehuan has an order, and no one is allowed to approach the desire pool!"

"Now I am the most favored male cultivator of the Hehuan ancestors, you dare to stop me? Are you not afraid that I will blow your pillow wind and kill you?"

If any disciple of Guiyi Sect was present, his voice could be heard immediately.

The person who spoke was none other than Qi Ningyan, who killed his fellow junior and junior brother after being enchanted a few months ago and successfully defected.

The voice of Qi Ningyan, who became a magic cultivator, did not change when he spoke, but there was a hint of evil in his voice.

"I only went in for an incense stick, and said a few words to this former Taoist friend, and the two brothers will be accommodating. This is to honor you..."

After a while, the palace door opened, and Qi Ningyan paced in.

He is no longer the attire of a direct disciple of the Guiyi Clan, he is dressed in a purple robe and looks like a dog.

Qi Ningyan's figure and face were already excellent, and with that sweet mouth, he soon caught the eyes of the ancestors of Hehuan, and became the person with the highest status in all the cauldrons.

The ancestor of Hehuan cultivated with him several times, and he has benefited a lot. Now, in just a few months, he has become a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, reaching a cultivation level that he could not achieve in more than ten years or even decades. .

Qi Ningyan approached the black pond and looked down at the people in the pond with a condescending expression, "I really didn't expect that the genius sword cultivator, who everyone in the world of comprehension would praise, would fall into such a field now. "

The man who lowered his head and closed his eyes slowly raised his head, revealing a cold and pale face, his eyelashes trembled slightly, but he did not open his eyes.

"Yun Wuya, it's hard, right? No matter how calm you are, the changes in your body won't deceive people."

When Qi Ningyan said this, the smile on his face was full of malice, "This **** pool is made of the most lewd poisons in the world, especially these pairs of live acacia snakes, the male and female acacia snakes will release the poison when they make peace. A kind of venom, you have been soaking in this pool of desire for so long...hehehe."

Qi Ningyan suddenly laughed lowly, with a very cold smile, "Fellow Daoist Yun, you have gradually become a prostitution that cannot be separated from women. When the shackles are opened, believe it or not, you will be like a dog at that time, begging That Hehuan ancestor favored you?"