The Dangerous Cultivator

Chapter 517

"For today's plan, I'm afraid I can only agree. In the worst case, call Ming Shenzong and others, use the audio-visual ball to stage a conspiracy drama, and make up a murder method. With the treachery of the middle-aged scribe, it is expected to be perfect. At that time, bring this audio-visual ball to meet the little thief. Even if the little thief is resourceful, he will never think that he has already conspired with Ming Shenzong and others."

Zhou Shirong thought over and over again, and felt that the calculation was correct.

"Stop talking nonsense, you shouldn't."

Xu Yi was not interested in listening to his flattery, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized that it was safe to let the old ghost go undercover.

"Junior, don't bully others too much, I hope you keep what you say, and this old man will go through fire and water for you again."

Zhou Shirong had an angry look on his face, but he sneered in his heart, he just turned his head away after saying a word.

Xu Yi snorted coldly, "Old ghost, I would like to advise you, don't play tricks, I hid the Yin Corpse in a bottomless pit, if you want your soul to return to your body one day, just cooperate honestly."

The Yin corpse is in his ring of auspiciousness, but there is always a string in his heart, that is, he will never trust the old ghost, and he also knows that the Yin corpse is the old ghost's nurturing for hundreds of years, hundreds of years of conspiracy, all for this corpse, as long as he holds on to this main thread, even if the old ghost has all kinds of tricks, he will never be able to get out of the palm of his hand.

Sure enough, as soon as Xu Yi finished speaking, Zhou Shirong almost fell to the ground. If he could cough up blood, he would have spewed blood already.

His planning was not inaccurate, and he was 90% sure that the corpse was in the little thief Sumeru Ring.

But even with that little possibility, he didn't dare to take the slightest risk.

Just as Xu Yi thought, his scheme for hundreds of years was all about that Yin corpse. If he killed the little thief and got the Sumeru ring, but he didn't see the Yin corpse, what he was waiting for was probably his soul flying away.

As for torturing the little thief's ghost and asking about the whereabouts of the ghost corpse, with the heart of a little thief, he will not return the slightest hope.

He almost staggered across the threshold, Zhou Shirong was wounded physically and mentally, sitting withered on Yingzui Rock for a long time, encouraging himself thousands of times in his heart, if he tried it, the ghost corpse would definitely be in the small thief's Sumeru ring, but he reminded himself thousands of times, he couldn't bet, he might not win, and he would lose his soul if he lost. The bet was too big to bear.

After sitting for a while in the wind, he got up sadly and walked westward. Not long after, the Jingsi Hall where the little thief was located was in front of him.

Zhou Shirong had an idea, he really couldn't afford to gamble, and then he thought again, as long as the little thief gets what he wants, and Zhou Daogan dies, there is a great possibility that the corpse will be returned.

After all, Yin Corpse is not a panacea, and the thief has nothing else to do but use it to manipulate himself.

Since he couldn't take the risk, he could only continue to be ravaged by the little thief.

Feeling extremely humiliated and unwilling, Zhou Shirong boarded again.

With no illusions in mind, Zhou Shirong neatly told Xu Yi the whole story of his previous meeting with Ming Shenzong and others to conspire.

Xu Yi complained, "This person is so vicious, if it wasn't for your hard work, someone would have been taken advantage of by Xiaoxiao."

He was horrified in his heart. Although he was confident that his abilities were extraordinary, if he really fell into the siege rashly, he would suffer a hidden loss.

After all, he has also inquired about the methods of Ming Shenzong, Venerable Purgatory, Song Tingshu, and Shangshan Buddha. They are all powerful people in the world, and they all have trump cards.

Zhou Shirong was ashamed, he didn't want to take credit for it, he just said that how to operate at that time is up to you, so he left, and he didn't even care to listen to Xu Yi's way of coping.

After Zhou Shirong left, Xu Yi thought for a moment in the lobby, called a certain team leader, whispered a few words, and immediately, the team leader took the machine bird, rushed to the nearest city, returned at midnight, and delivered something to Xu Yi.

I will not mention this matter later.

But he said that the team leader was going, and Qiu Wa jumped up and shouted, "I miss my sister, and I want to find her."

It was only then that Xu Yi remembered that Zensheng had forgotten Fairy Xue. Suddenly, a fairy with a peerless beauty appeared in his mind, and his heart swayed unavoidably.

To be honest, after being in this world for many years, Du Duxue Zihan gave him the feeling of being a misty fairy, relegated to the mortal world. It seems that only because of this character can he prove that he is in a certain fairy world.

Having thought of this, Xu Yi shook his head and smiled wryly, put away all distracting thoughts, picked up Qiuwa, and walked out.

Ask Qingqiuwa, Xue Zihan's location, walk out of a secluded path with several twists and turns, and the vast martial arts arena is in front of you.

With a glance, the line of sight passed over the countless thunderclaps that shook the sky, and was directly attracted by a red iron monument in the northwest corner.

The iron stele is three feet high, and the whole body is red and almost black. The strange crimson color seems to have been soaked in a sea of ​​blood for thousands of years.

Quickly approaching, walking thirty feet in front, there is a hazy coercion soaking into the chest.

Qiuwa, who was playing in her arms, suddenly curled up into a ball, and squeezed herself into his arms, whispering, "Uncle Beard, I'm afraid, that black stone is so cold."

Xu Yi rubbed her little head, turned away, his eyes were fixed on the seven bloody "kill" characters on the iron tablet, and he couldn't let go of it for a long time.

Going around far away to avoid the Monument of the Seven Evil Souls, passing through the noisy martial arts arena with endless fighting sounds, turning eastward, and reaching the mountainside on the north side, another platform appeared.

Qiuwa pointed to a low wooden house at the north corner of the platform and said, "My sister lives there." As she spoke, she slipped from Xu Yi's arms, her fleshy short legs dancing like a windmill.

At this time, the battle in the martial arts arena is in full swing, and the wooden house where the selected people live temporarily is quite peaceful.

There were only a dozen or so people scattered in all directions, some drying clothes, or walking fists and feet, they were surprised to see the little baby running, there was a strange movement, and when they saw Xu Yi in Xuanjia with a strong aura, he returned to peace.

"Sister, sister, Uncle Beard is here, Uncle Beard is here..."

It was the first time for the little guy to appear in front of people, especially when he was running in front of the big crowd. He deliberately flaunted himself in front of his sister, shouted away from a distance, rushed to the door, and jumped in through the window, but there was no sign of Snow Beauty.

Compared with the joy that Xu Yi brought her, Xue Zihan, who was the first to see Fusheng, made the little guy deeply attached.

Seeing Xue Zihan gone for a while, the little guy was about to cry as if he had lost his mother.

Xu Yi stepped forward quickly, picked her up, and said in relief, "Sister Xu is looking for you, be good, don't cry, wait for Uncle Beard to look for you."

The little man barely stopped his tears, nodded, and lay in Xu Yi's arms, mournfully.

Xu Yiliang clarified his identity as the commander, asked everyone in the field, and immediately got the news: Xue Zihan was picked up by Elder Liufeng's envoy early in the morning.

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"Xue Fairy, it's ready to be washed, the master has been urging her for a long time."

Outside the curtain, the urging voice of the maid came again.

In the bathtub, the clear soup is like snow, the petals are delicate and beautiful, and the snowy, purple and cold body, which is as thick as fat, has been immersed in it for nearly two hours, sitting firmly in the bathtub, without moving a single bit.

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