Chapter 288 287 Give Him a Taste of His Own Medicine

Chapter 288 287. Give him a taste of his own medicine

After seeing the scenery on the island, Song He's anger was suppressed - no matter what happened, he could handle it.

The most urgent thing was to know the ins and outs of the matter, whether his cousin was greedy for merit and reckless, or someone deliberately designed it.

From what Master Feiyu said, it was probably the latter.

But... is there really someone so brainless?

He is already a Yuanying Master, but he still designs a person with a background like this?

Is he really shameless or stupid.

'I don't understand some people very well. '

He stared at the island and pondered for a moment, and suddenly stretched out his hand and waved, and the wind and snow flowing from his fingertips gathered into a small boat.

Song He stood on it like this, and then made a gesture of invitation to Master Feiyu.

The latter blinked, but did not stand in front of him, but stood behind him, and his figure instantly melted into the void.

She was invisible, and it was obvious that Song He wanted to find trouble himself, so she only needed to cover it. If it shows up directly, it might scare away some guys who are not very smart.

That would be no fun.

The flying boat flew up directly into the air and headed towards the island shrouded in the hazy void.

The world where the Wanxiang Holy Soul Tree is located is actually divided into many independent spaces. For example, the island that Song He saw is actually in another space.

To get through these layers of obstacles, some space control ability is required.

However, the Mi Shen Tree itself has the law of space.

The boat made of wind and snow drew a ripple in the air, and the boat body was jumping with a ray of fine light, and it easily passed through the layers of space.

It successfully arrived on the island.

There was not even a trace of turbulence.

Song He slowly got off the boat, raised his head and looked at the monks who were discussing, and said in a cold tone: "My friend and my cousin are lying here. Who can give me an explanation?"

All the people guarding here are Jindan monks.

They entered the sect earlier than Song He, so theoretically, they should be called senior brothers.

But this rule is not as oppressive as the status and cultivation. So he just spoke like this, and although he stood a little lower, he made several Jindan feel the pressure.

One of them, who might be the leader, had a slightly changed expression on his face, and then he smiled: "Senior Brother Song, the two junior brothers Song Lin and Zhou Yue are also undeserved disasters..."

"Oh?" Song He interrupted him unceremoniously: "I just want to know who introduced my cousin, and I hope that junior brother can give me a clear answer."

The male cultivator took out a jade plate helplessly but gratefully, scratched it a few times, and showed the information to Song He.

These high-level battles were really uncomfortable for him. Fortunately, Song He did not intend to make trouble for him, but was only preparing to deal with the culprit.

He just fulfilled his duties, but did not favor anyone.

Song He glanced at the information on the stone slab for a few times, his expression did not change at all, he just nodded and walked to the turtle breathing coffin on the side.

This kind of magic weapon can put the cultivator in a turtle breathing state. In this state, no matter what kind of mana flow or changes in the consciousness will be almost stagnant.

Unless it is a high-level power like chaos, it can prolong life.

"I want to take these two people away."

After saying that, without waiting for their answer, Song He had already reached out and put away the turtle breathing coffin. It was obviously the sect's thing, but he took it as naturally as if it was his own thing.

As if it was a matter of course.

The expression of the male cultivator guarding here suddenly became bitter.

If he could say that he was just fulfilling his duties just now, but now that Song He took the coffin away, he would be punished anyway.

"Junior Brother Song, this is a bit overbearing."

A male voice sounded, with some undisguised sourness in it: "Junior Brother, do you think that all the treasures in the sect belong to you? Whether it is a fairy treasure or an ordinary magic weapon."

Alas, why do you have to come with some idiots to disgust me?

Song sighed deeply, looked in the direction of the voice, with a little confusion in his eyes:

"Please come in, senior brother, but I don't know you, junior brother, may I ask which real person's disciple you are?"

While saying this, he also bowed his hands.

He looked like he was asking for advice humbly.

The visitor was choked to death by him.

This is definitely the most embarrassing thing in the world. You are sarcastic, but the other person doesn't know you, but he asks politely, which makes you unable to get angry.

Anyway, this handsome senior brother smiled: "Junior brother, it seems that you are still not good at learning. Could it be that you don't even remember the Holy Soul Master who controls the Wanxiang Holy Soul Tree?"

"Oh." Song He showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, shook his head with some shame and said: "I am indeed not good at learning. After all, I have been in the Eternal Dark Abyss to reconcile the Heavenly Dao for a while, and I may not remember this senior Holy Soul."

The senior brother was immediately embarrassed.

How can he respond to this? You can't say that his master is more important than the things in the Eternal Dark Abyss, right?

But fortunately, the considerate Song He blinked his eyes, and his tone suddenly became cold: "In this case, senior brother is the person who introduced my cousin.

But I just want to ask, do you still take me, my junior brother, seriously? But you still take Master Yandao seriously?

When did my Song family members need your introduction? "

His expression changed quite quickly, with a look of disgust already flowing in his eyes, and he looked up and down at the monk in front of him.

The latter seemed to be caught by a powerful force, unable to move at all, and his whole body was penetrated.

He shook his head and said: "The magic power all over your body is so mottled and messy. Is it because you, senior brother, are stupid in nature or because Uncle Holy Spirit's skills are incompetent?"

"..."

Several monks around him silently took a few steps back.

They always feel that they shouldn't be standing here. You guys, don't let Chiyu suffer when you fight!

Master Feiyu, who was hidden in the void, watched with interest and was still communicating with Master Xingke: "I didn't know Xiaohe's words were so irritating."

"What he said is right. Both the disciple's cultivation and the Holy Soul's skills are indeed unsightly. Here, take a look."

A picture was transmitted to Master Feiyu's mind.

I saw a figure transformed into sword energy passing through the layers of giant trees with flowers, and the uncertain flowers withered one after another under the sword energy.

The speed of growth is far less than the speed of sword energy.

In other words... the flowers are gradually being turned into a part of the sword energy. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that the world of flowers will soon become a world of sword energy.

"Come on, you fight the older ones over there, Xiaohe fights the younger ones over here." Master Feiyu couldn't help but laugh.

"It should be so. The old one can't be beaten by Xiaohe now." Master Xingke said in a relaxed and comfortable tone: "They are also here to seek death. If Xiaohe and Ye Ming can solve this matter, the Vientiane Sacred Soul Tree can also belong to Xingke. Pulse."

"Is it really just for a Vientiane Sacred Soul Tree?"

"of course not."

"Why is that?"

"Haha, if Xiaohe and Ye Ming are estranged because of this matter, even if I kill this old boy, no one will say anything." There was unconcealable murderous intent in the voice of Master Xingke.

He was obviously really disgusted.

If the leader hadn't been watching from the side, I'm afraid he would have directly bullied the small ones and killed the Holy Soul Master.

After all, he has done this often.

"You should trust your apprentice." Master Feiyu advised softly: "Xiaohe is not indifferent to right from wrong, so how could he break up with Ye Mingsheng because of this obvious trick?"

"Of course I believe them, but I have to take action against this disgusting thing against my disciple, let alone it has something to do with Junior Brother Yandao."

"You~"

Master Fei Yu inadvertently raised his head and saw Song He holding a gourd in his hand and pointing it at the male cultivator. There was a flash of light in the gourd and he swallowed the latter directly.

The former also shook the gray gourd in his hand and said in a soft tone: "Senior brother, it would be great if my cousin and friend can recover. If they can't recover... then I'll trouble you to feel the erosion of resentment."

The surface of the gourd clearly shone with a ray of dark, ink-like spiritual light, which was like a tarsal maggot that tightly wrapped the originally green gourd.

There is deep resentment flowing in every line and vein, trembling slightly as if there is life.

The resentment of heaven...

Master Feiyu is also well-informed, and he immediately saw the purpose of this thing - the grievances of heaven and the gourd magic weapon blessed by Song He, if they can be found in the small world of the Mi Shen tree that belongs to Song He alone, It can be regarded as a magical weapon of heaven.

Suppressed by the mighty power of the entire world, even the Nascent Soul cultivator has absolutely no chance of escaping, let alone a loser who obtained the golden elixir by taking pills?

For some reason, when Master Feiyu saw the smile on Song He's face, he always felt like he had seen Master Xingke when he was young.

Even though Master Xing Ke has such benevolent intentions, he did a lot of reckless things when he was young and also committed a lot of murders.

Compared with him, his disciples are all gentle and respectful gentlemen.

"I think you are really worrying too much." Master Feiyu said: "Xiaohe's heart may be a little tougher than we thought, and he can use the resentment of heaven to retaliate against others! "

"..."

Master Xing Ke at the other end seemed to be a little hesitant, and the aura coming from him fluctuated significantly, accompanied by faint screams. It took several breaths to calm down.

Then, a slightly excited voice came:

"Go and ask Xiaohe if he can bear a Nascent Soul. Yan Dao and I have subdued the Holy Soul. If we can bear it, let them reunite their master and disciple!"

ah?

Did you go to arrest someone just now?