Before Zhou Yi could speak, she immediately explained: "It's not that I don't want to tell you, but that I dare not..."

Such a profound answer made Zhou Yi understand it immediately.

He stood with his hands behind his hands and said, "Is this a force you can't afford to offend? Are you afraid that you will be implicated after telling me?"

Huanwan smiled and said nothing, as if it was self-evident.

But at this time, Zhou Yi said: "I want to ask you, are you afraid of offending them who are trying to settle accounts with you after Qiu, or are you more afraid of offending me now?"

When he spoke, his face was calm and his tone did not fluctuate.

However, such a plain tone instantly made all the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Palace shudder.

At this moment, the entire Sky Rift Valley turned into an ice cellar because of these words, and the smell of death hit his nostrils because of these words.

Huanwan looked ugly.

Since she told Zhou Yi that she knew some information and admitted it, she originally wanted to use this information in exchange for something.

With what she just said, her subconscious wanted Zhou Yi to bear the equally dangerous price of revealing that big force.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Yi completely ignored her words, showed his murderous intention directly, and asked her in the simplest way.

This is simply an act of robbery.

Huan Huan stared at Zhou Yi's calm eyes, looked at him, and secretly tensed up in her heart, analyzing her chances of winning if they started a fight.

After taking a breath, her heart trembled slightly, and she sighed, and finally understood why the people in front of her were walking in the Southern Wasteland, and no one from the major forces dared to stop them. Even when they came to a place like Middle Earth, where the storms gathered, there was no peerless one.

Those who dare to show off their strength will give way to those who are strong.

The moment she looked at Zhou Yi just now, Huan Huan felt it. Although she couldn't see clearly Zhou Yi's specific cultivation level, the intuitive feeling touched her heart like the vastness of the ocean, the elusive depth, and she immediately understood the difference.

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"Well, I originally wanted to say that if you can provide shelter for the slave family, the entire Heavenly Demon Palace, including the slave family, will be yours from now on. The slave family will naturally know everything about the seniors. But now it seems... the slave family is still confused about you guys.

There is nothing a charming man can do." She sighed at this moment, a weak and resentful temperament appeared on her body, and no one wanted to hold her in her arms and love her.

All the men and women in the Demon Palace opened their eyes wide with infatuation, even the women were no exception.

Huanwan glanced at Zhou Yi, and saw that his eyes were filled with a little coldness. It seemed that her patience was about to reach its limit. She did not dare to play any more, so she spat out, "Huanwen knows her guilt and does not dare to hide anything about senior anymore."

In that half volume of Immortal Scripture, the Nu family was hunted down by some defenders when they first ascended to the Changsheng Continent, but there were also many kind-hearted young heroes who were willing to help Huan Huan. Among those good people, there was a

What the monks practice is the magical power of the Immortal Scripture that is very similar to that of their predecessors."

Regarding what Zhou Yi wants, it is no secret in the world. It is clear that he is looking for his other half who practices scriptures. So by simulating Zhou Yi's immortal temperament, it is naturally not difficult to judge what Zhou Yi is looking for.

Look.

Zhou Yi's eyes flashed and he said: "Where does that monk come from?"

Huanwan's eyes turned into crescent moons and she said: "He comes from..."

Just when Huan Huan was halfway through her words, her expression suddenly changed, and the second half of her words was suppressed by an overwhelming aura coming from the sky.

At this moment, a powerful man came to the top of the Demon Valley.

"who……"

I saw a fiery red figure in the sky, like a mythical warrior, standing high above the Heavenly Demon Valley, with a pink face and red lips, like a raw porcelain doll, but with cold eyes, a pair of heavenly eyes looking around at the people in the Heavenly Demon Valley

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Finally, his eyes were fixed on Zhou Yi.

"Are you the one who dares to take the name of my master Taiyi?" The cold young man's voice was as cold as bone marrow.

this moment.

Even if you don't think of my master Taiyi in the young man's mouth, you still recognize him from the young man's image.

Hun Tianling, Qiankun Circle, Seventeenth Boy, with red lips and white teeth, plus the iconic Hot Wheels under her feet.

Who wouldn't know this ruthless young man who taught in the Conferred Gods Battle?

I don’t know how many Jie Jiao Immortals died at the hands of third generation disciples like him and Yang Jian.

"It's... Nezha!"

The men and women in the Heavenly Demon Palace were horrified and silent.

Nezha actually arrived at the Demon Palace.

These are the evil kings Shi Zhixuan, Zhang Sanfeng, Bodhidharma, and Dugu Qiubai, all of whom are incomparable to the strongest figures in the world.

At the time of the Conferred Gods Battle, none of these martial arts myths had yet been born. Even if they have become immortal gods now, they are still far from a true mythical figure like Nezha.

Those were the third generation disciples of Chanjiao who had already been in the Five Realms of Mythology during the ancient gods-conferring period. After so many years, they would surely become even more horrifyingly diligent.

At the same time, the monks who followed Nezha Dunguang outside the Heavenly Demon Palace also recognized him.

"It's actually Nezha!"

"The one who came down from Kunlun Mountain is Nezha!"

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Most of the people who followed were hoping to see which Golden Immortal of Chanjiao was hiding in the light so that they could worship at the door wall, but it turned out to be Nezha.

"Nezha is not bad either. He is a figure from the ancient god-making period. He is older than the Immortal Evil King, the Lord of the Heavenly Demon Palace, the Sword Demon, and Zhenren Zhang, etc."

"That's right. If you can seize the opportunity to become the fourth generation disciple of Chanjiao..."

"Nezha, Yang Jian and other third-generation disciples were originally the main force in the battle of the Conferred Gods. Especially these two, after so many years, I am afraid they are not much worse than some of the elders of the Golden Immortal Master."

…………

Many people are discussing in secret.

But then, he set his sights on the Demon Palace.

"Great God Nezha is here for the Demon Palace."

"It should be for the mysterious young man in the Demon Palace."

"It seems that the young man is not the Taiyi Master we thought he was at all. Because of this, Taiyi Master's disciple Nezha came down from Kunlun Mountain specifically to clear his master's name."

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When Nezha arrived, everyone in the Heavenly Demon Palace felt as if they were in a divine purgatory, and everyone trembled uncontrollably.

However, the disciples of the three sects of Chanjiao, who made everyone in Tianmo Palace tremble, did not change Zhou Yi's expression at all.

He still looked at Hanhan, waiting for her to reveal the identity of the monk he wanted.

Nezha is insignificant, this is the most important to him.

Huanwen opened her red lips slightly at this moment. She saw the menacing third-generation disciples of Chanjiao coming towards them. Then she looked at the indifferent young man in front of her and spoke slightly, with a real smile on her face: "All their people are here, it seems there is no need for slaves.

Say more..."

Everyone is here...no need to say more...

That monk...

It’s actually about teaching!

Such a coincidence, Nezha, the third generation disciple of Chanjiao, appeared at this time, and it seemed that he was here for him.

Zhou Yi glanced at Huanwan. In his opinion, this witch would not dare to deceive him, but maybe she was really that bold.

But since it's such a coincidence, let's take down Nezha first, so that we can naturally judge some things.

At this moment, Zhou Yi glanced at Nezha.

Nezha was instantly angry and felt a sense of contempt.

"Thief, follow me back to Kunlun Mountain and wait until you are punished."

To be honest, the moment Nezha saw Zhou Yi, he also felt Zhou Yi's immeasurable cultivation, and couldn't tell the depth.

But who is this third prince of Chentangguan? During the Battle of the Gods, he dared to attack and kill even the ancient great gods and those with great supernatural powers in front of him. With the support of three generations of disciples of Chan’s teaching, he still could not survive in this world.

I have never been afraid of anyone.

In the blink of an eye, Nezha danced with Hundian Ling.

A piece of red silk appeared above the Heavenly Demon Valley, blocking out the sky and the sun, immediately turning the entire world into a dazzling blood-red color.

He actually wanted to pack up all the Demon Valley and take them back to Kunlun Mountain.

The color changes.

Shi Fei Xuan, who was following from the side, had a twinkling look in her eyes. If Nezha could really remove the Heavenly Demon Palace from the world, it would be a good thing.

However, she knew Huanhua very well and did not believe that this witch would just sit back and die.

However, although Huanwan's expression changed, she did not move, because her smart eyes were looking at someone expectantly.

At this time, they were faced with a killing trend that was overwhelming and wanted to take away both Tian Mo Gu and Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi stretched out two fingers and pointed towards the sky.
To be continued...