Chapter 557: Selling Genius

"Spread out and run."

Yu Wenjing had a hard look on his face, turned around and ran away without looking back, hoping that others would attract attention and Su Jie would chase the others, giving him a chance to escape.

Mo Shiyao followed closely, followed by Jiang Lin and He Wenfeng. The four of them each ran in one direction, secretly hoping that Su Jie would chase the others.

"When disaster strikes, let's all fly away! Isn't this right way very about loyalty?"

Su Jie shook his head with a chuckle and looked at Zhang Xinming who stayed where he was with his heart broken.

Zhang Xinming, who was abandoned and became a loner, didn't seem to understand the seriousness of the matter and wanted to take back his Canghai Sword.

However, Thousand-Hand Centipede looked at Zhang Xinming jumping in front of him, and a mountain of mortar pressed down on him. Zhang Xinming immediately calmed down, because the spinal bones were broken and he could not struggle at all.

Su Jie looked at the direction where Mo Shiyao and the others disappeared, with a faint smile on his lips.

Han Ruyan, who was sitting above the black moon, wiped the brass dressing mirror. In the mirror, there was a scene of Yu Wenjing and the four people escaping. They were all cursed by the woman in the mirror, and they couldn't feel comfortable between being toyed with and applauded. Know.

The next moment, Su Jie lifted his steps, disappeared from the spot, and came behind He Wenfeng.

"Hey, bald donkey, where are you going in such a hurry! Don't you think it's too shameful for me, an evil heretic, and you Buddhist disciples to turn around and run away without thinking about purification?"

Hearing this voice, He Wenfeng's face turned ugly, knowing that he was being targeted by Su Jie.

"Amitabha, Benefactor Su, you are gifted in cultivation. It is a pity that you fell into the evil way. If you were willing to take the right path, you would have become the most outstanding young hero in the Dali Dynasty and a evil cultivator."

He Wenfeng put his hands together and looked compassionate.

"What do you want to say?"

Su Jie had a smile on his lips and listened to the other person's story in a leisurely manner.

"Given your talent, Benefactor Su, you have now changed your ways from evil to righteousness. Lingfa Temple and I are willing to come forward to guarantee that you will abandon the darkness and turn to the light, embark on the righteous path of immortality, and become an immortal and an ancestor in the future. It will be just around the corner for you."

He Wenfeng wanted to convince Su Jie, but he didn't know how tough Su Jie was. In Blue Star, he had painted cakes for hundreds of millions of people. He Wenfeng tried to convince Su Jie with this trick, but he was just overthinking it.

"My hands are stained with the blood of righteousness, and this can be accepted by righteousness."

Su Jie raised his eyebrows and smiled jokingly.

"Of course, the Buddha said that he would lay down his butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately. As long as Donor Su is sincere and kind, the poor monk is willing to help Donor Su solve all hidden dangers, no matter how many difficulties and obstacles there are."

There was a hint of joy in He Wenfeng's eyes, thinking that his words were successful.

"You have said so, so why don't you show your sincerity and follow me back to the Dharma Ark. Then I will explain the situation to the sect master, resign as a demon cultivator, and pursue my righteous path to immortality."

Su Jie's smile became more and more kind, making people elusive and clear.

"this……"

The expression on He Wenfeng's face froze. If he and Su Jie were asked to get on the boat, it would be like entering a den of thieves. He was willing to do so.

"Why, didn't you just keep saying that you would persevere no matter what the difficulties and obstacles? Even if your life is in danger, you Buddhists are very particular about cutting meat to feed the eagles, so you won't be afraid to go."

Su Jie approached He Wenfeng step by step, his smile becoming more and more playful.

He Wenfeng saw that Su Jie was teasing him, so he couldn't help but shouted: "Evil devil, stop acting like a fool here, there is no way I can go back with you."

After saying that, He Wenfeng's body erupted with golden light, his whole body expanded in a circle, and transformed into the posture of a king with three heads and six arms, and an angry-looking King Kong, and he rushed towards Su Jie fiercely. He wanted to survive in death.

Unfortunately, in the face of absolute strength, all this is in vain.

"burst!"

Su Jie gently raised his finger and uttered a word. Dozens of purple rays bloomed from his fingertips. He Wenfeng's running figure instantly spurted blood everywhere, like a human fountain, and his screams were earth-shattering.

Su Jie worked hard to cultivate to the Taoist realm, not just for a life-and-death fight with the Secret Treasure realm. For Su Jie, an opponent of this level would be an instant kill as long as he was serious.

Looking at He Wenfeng, who was curled up like a cooked prawn, lying limply on the ground, Su Jie shook his head: "Why bother, the ending is the same. It's not good to just follow me, you have to make yourself so embarrassed."

"You... you devil... so... so cruel..."

He Wenfeng's facial features were distorted by the severe pain. His body was now like a colander, with blood spurting out wildly. However, Su Jie avoided the opponent's vital points. The monk's physical fitness could not save his life, so he had to endure this. A pain like a thousand arrows piercing the heart.

"Bring him back to the Dharma Ark and take good care of him."

Su Jie turned his back and continued walking towards his next target.

Several Ghost Ridge Palace disciples came out. First they looked at Su Jie's leaving figure with awe-inspiring expressions. They were amazed at Su Jie's power. Then they dragged He Wenfeng's legs and dragged him back like a dead dog as a trophy. On top of the flying dharma boat.

…

Jiang Lin's long legs were as fast as flying. Instead of flying in the air like others, she chose to escape on the ground. She used the dense forest vegetation as a cover in an attempt to hide herself and make herself less conspicuous, so as to escape and ascend to heaven.

But just when Jiang Lin thought there was hope for a successful escape, a cold voice sounded from high in the sky.

"town!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Lin's limbs were twisted and broken. The pain made Jiang Lin pale. Looking at the wedding ghost slowly landing in front of her, she could only show a look of despair. This was not something she could fight against.

Han Ruyan stared at her with a pair of dead and cold eyes, and raised her palm randomly. Just when Jiang Lin thought she was about to die, she found that her body was quickly lifted into the air, and Han Ruyan was carrying her to fly to the flying ark.

…

"I surrender."

Yu Wenjing looked at the Thousand-Handed Centipede, which was as huge as a hill behind him. It was rumbling towards him at a rapid speed. The ground was shaking along the way, and countless trees were broken and crushed. He just relied on his physical body to carve out a path in the forest.

Facing the Thousand-Handed Centipede that was getting closer and closer, Yu Wenjing finally gave up. He stood firm on his feet and chose to surrender.

Because he was afraid that if he continued running, he would become the meal of the Thousand-Handed Centipede.

…

Mo Shiyao hid quietly under a deep spring. Her beautiful figure was covered by the spring water. All the spiritual power in her body was restrained and did not emit any fluctuations, hoping to avoid being hunted.

"You come out on your own, or I kick you out."

Suddenly, a voice came into the spring water, and Mo Shiyao's pretty face turned pale. She recognized that it was Su Jie's spiritual voice.

In the spring water, pale and strange corpse hands burrowed into it, quickly approaching Mo Shiyao like swimming fish.

As a last resort, Mo Shiyao got out of the deep spring and jumped to the shore.

"You have a good figure. No wonder he has fascinated a generation of male disciples in Qingzhou."

Su Jie stood by the spring and looked up and down at Mo Shiyao. Because her clothes were wet by the spring water, Mo Shiyao's figure was immediately exposed.

Mo Shiyao's face was filled with shame and anger, and she quickly used her spiritual power to evaporate the water from her clothes.

But she was obviously being sentimental, because Su Jie had no idea of ​​pity for her.

Without any hesitation, countless pale corpse hands poured out from Su Jie's sleeves like a tide, directly engulfing Mo Shiyao.

Su Jie lifted his leg with one kick, and lifted Mo Shiyao towards the direction of the flying boat.

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Wait until everything is settled.

On the spacious deck of the Little Thousand Flying Dharma Boat, Zhang Xinming and the five of them formed a team again, but now they all have the same identity and are prisoners.

Several people were fixed in a kneeling position. Su Jie was sitting on a master's chair. The old god was looking at them, which made several people feel scared.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Mo Shiyao spoke. She originally thought that she would be killed directly if she fell into Su Jie's poisonous hands, but the other party just tied her to the deck and stared at her with malicious eyes. She couldn't figure out what Su Jie's intentions were. .

"Miss Mo, interesting things happen every time I meet you. I seem to randomly kill one of your sweethearts every time. By the way, there won't be your sweetheart in your team this time."

Su Jie smiled and pondered, but he remembered that several of Mo Shiyao's sweethearts died at his own hands.

When Mo Shiyao heard this, her face turned blue and white, and Su Jie said she was about to break her guard.

Yu Wenjing's lips twitched next to him. Su Jie's words were exactly what he wanted to say.

"Okay, I won't talk to you so much."

Su Jie clapped his hands, and Chen Yun walked out from behind Su Jie and placed letters and brushes in front of Mo Shiyao and others.

Just when Zhang Xinming and others were puzzled, Su Jie said: "I have always been kind to others and do not want to cause indiscriminate killing, so you all write to me carefully and tell me about your experiences. I beg for mercy. The master will pay to buy you back, ten million spiritual stones per person. As for Brother Zhang, as a righteous immortal seedling, tripling the price is not too much, so let’s settle on thirty million spiritual stones. In terms of price, Bargaining is allowed.”

Su Jie finished this sentence with a smile. Zhang Xinming, Jiang Lin, He Wenfeng, Mo Shiyao, and Yu Wenjing were all dumbfounded.

ransom?

Thinking about what kind of proud sons they were, after being captured by a demon cultivator, they were used to demand a ransom from their master. This kind of thing almost made all of them feel that their self-esteem had been severely trampled on, and they were filled with anger.

"You devil, you really have evil thoughts. I will never write a letter."

Mo Shiyao gritted her silver teeth. She knew that once she wrote this letter, even if she was saved, she would become the laughing stock of the monks in Qingzhou.

A genius who grovels and pays a ransom to a demon cultivator will be ridiculed wherever he goes.

What's more, it's an exaggerated figure of 10 million spiritual stones. Su Jie has no sincerity at all to let go.

"We monks can be killed but not humiliated. You can kill me if you can. You don't want me to surrender."

Zhang Xinming struggled and roared at Su Jie. He was a righteous fairy with such a heavy burden as an idol. If someone found out that he had written a letter asking for ransom, his lifelong reputation would be completely ruined. How could he accept this? For Zhang Xinming For such a proud person, writing such a letter is more uncomfortable than killing them.

"Devil, you can't succeed."

Jiang Lin also raised her neck and stared at Su Jie with red eyes.

"Amitabha, Master Su, please forgive me if you can. You are in a good mood."

He Wenfeng's face was tangled. He felt that the ransom of 10 million spirit stones was too much. If a sect with 1 million people would think of a way, it is absolutely impossible for their Lingfa Temple to use 10 million spirit stones to redeem people.

Because He Wenfeng knew very well that although the monks of Lingfa Temple kept saying that they regarded money as garbage, in fact, the great monks of Lingfa Temple were the ones who loved money the most, and they were obsessed with it.

"We at Guanchao Pavilion will never accept your blackmail. You should give up this idea as soon as possible."

Yu Wenjing was willing to write, but he couldn't agree so easily because his companions were watching.

"It's hard for me to handle this!"

Su Jie smashed and smashed, and Su Jie occupied the storage bags of these genius disciples, but Su Jie himself wanted to use the waste.

These genius disciples now pose no threat to Su Jie, so killing them is just a matter of course.

On the contrary, let them make profits for themselves, that is what Su Jie wants to do.

Su Jie went through all kinds of hardships to come to Tianhun Sect. He really thought that Su Jie was just to help Tianhun Sect, do good deeds and bring his own dry food to work for Tianhun Sect!

Su Jie's purpose of helping Tianhun Sect is secondary, making money is the primary thing.

Human trafficking is also a way to make money, which is also in line with the style of demon cultivators!

Looking at these tough-talking so-called geniuses, Su Jie snapped his fingers and looked at the two beautiful female cultivators, Mo Shiyao and Jiang Lin, over and over again, giving them goosebumps all over their bodies.

"What kind of crooked idea are you making? I won't write it if I tell you not to."

Mo Shiyao was as proud as a white swan, saying that she would never give in.

"If you don't write it, I will have to hand you over to the Tianhun Sect. Anyway, the price offered by the Tianhun Sect should not be low. It's just what will happen to you then, tsk tsk. I heard that there are people in Nanyang City where the Tianhun Sect is located. The Wanhua Tower is very famous. If they get you, they will definitely sell you to the Wanhua Tower first. Your reputation as a genius female cultivator of the right path should be very popular among the demon cultivator disciples. You can serve thousands of spiritual stones at a time, absolutely. There are disciples who are willing to give it a try and spend the night with the talented female cultivator of the righteous path in the Secret Realm, and earn back their capital from it."

Su Jie narrowed his eyes, looking completely unconcerned.

Mo Shiyao's face turned pale, and Jiang Lin wanted to cut Su Jie into pieces.

"I wrote."

Seeing that Su Jie was about to call someone to hand them over to the Tianhun Sect, Mo Shiyao finally gave in, and Jiang Lin followed closely, because compared to selling to Wanhualou or something, asking for a ransom from the master's sect was not enough. It's not that embarrassing anymore. "

"I heard that there are also people in Wanhua Tower who like Long Yang. Those guys in Tianhun Sect who have been raising ghosts for many years are all psychopathic. They will not reject you."

Su Jie looked at Zhang Xinming again, making this righteous immortal seedling tremble.

When he thought of those demon cultivators who raised ghosts and caused his body to become neither human nor ghost, Zhang Xinming was confused. He hurriedly picked up the brush and started writing, no longer having the courage to stick to his pride.