Master Ye You pointed his finger to the sky and said with certainty: "Master, I dare to swear to God that the reason why I suppressed him was really just because I didn't like him. I never thought about taking away the holy medicine from him, let alone trying to kill him."
Kill him. Just imagine, at my age and my level of cultivation, he, a junior in the Immortal Realm, has repeatedly disrespected me. Should I give him a small lesson?"
"In fact, all my holy medicine was taken away by you!" Xue Tu said in a complaining voice.
Master Yeyou glared: "Stealing? How can you call it stealing your own holy medicine? I was keeping it for you. Just imagine, with your three-legged cat's cultivation, if I hadn't kept it for you, I would have been killed long ago.
Another monk took it away!"
"Then give it back to me now!" Xue Tu said.
Master Yeyou said with kind eyes, "My child, it is not safe in the Origin Temple. I leave it to you. How can I rest assured? When I leave here, I will definitely give back to you one by one."
Xue Tu couldn't bear it anymore. This old stickman actually fooled him into treating him as a child. Didn't he just live more than 20,000 years longer than him and still rely on his old age to act like an old man?
"You won't give it to me, right? I'll come and get it myself."
Xue Tu was caught off guard, and he pounced forward, throwing Master Yeyou to the ground and groping inside his clothes.
"Boy... where are you touching? Stop, if you don't stop, I will be rude..."
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Zhang Ruochen ignored the quarrel behind him and found the holy medicine that had been collected by the Sword Emperor and the Stone Emperor that had been taken away by the sea guest from the huge divine corpse.
"Take it, these belong to you." Zhang Ruochen returned it to the two of them.
The Sword Emperor and the Stone Emperor knew that Zhang Ruochen had no shortage of holy medicine, so they were not polite to him, but secretly remembered today's kindness in their hearts.
"Bang!"
A figure flew over the three of them.
It was Xue Tu who was kicked away like a ball by Master Yeyou.
Master Yeyou's black robe was scattered, and he got up from the ground. While tying his belt, he cursed: "How dare you be so disrespectful to this master. If you are not master's junior brother, I will definitely kick you to death."
Xue Tu rushed back, and he didn't know if he had learned from Master Ye You, but he shamelessly sat down at Zhang Ruochen's feet, hugged his thigh, and said, "Senior brother, make the decision for me."
He originally wanted to kneel down, but he really couldn't kneel down, and there was no way he could kneel down as naturally and sincerely as Master Ye You.
Zhang Ruochen looked at Master Yeyou and was about to speak.
Master Yeyou burst into tears all of a sudden, and sat down on the ground in despair. The belt that was already half tied was torn open by him, and he said: "How many years have passed, and my old and decaying body has been treated like this by a junior?"
Humiliation, the last bit of dignity has been lost."
Then, he yelled with a tearful tone: "Master, I will never return those holy medicines. He should compensate me for that. He should, he touched it!"
"You're an old guy, what's there to touch? When you say that, it makes me a little sick!"
Xue Tu felt a chill, and his cognitive bottom line was refreshed again. He never thought that a great saint could be so shameless.
Master Ye You glared at me resentfully, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Why didn't you feel sick when you touched it?"
Xue Tu was so disgusted that he wanted to chop off the hands that had just touched him. In this case, if word spread, this old stick could pretend that nothing had happened. But how could he, the son of Xue Tu, raise his head in the hell world?
Suddenly.
Xue Tu thought of something and laughed.
Master Ye You narrowed his eyes secretly, feeling something was wrong.
"To tell you the truth, those holy medicines actually belong to my senior brother." When he said this, Xue Tu bowed his hands to Zhang Ruochen, glanced at Master Ye You and showed a sneer, as if to say, what I can't get, you can't get.
Don't even think about it.
"Damn it, this little brat is so cruel and determined to use a trick that will lead to death. Well, in this case, I can only be more ruthless than you."
Master Ye You wiped away the tears from his eyes, took out a storage bag from somewhere, presented it to Zhang Ruochen, and said: "Master, this bag contains some of my disciple's thoughts, you must accept it."
Xue Tu's face changed wildly. He worked hard to pick the holy medicine in this bag. He originally planned to find an opportunity to escape and hide on an uninhabited planet in the universe, practice for hundreds of years, and swallow all the holy medicine.
After taking it, return to the Blood Sky Tribe.
After being robbed by Master Yeyou, he knew that it would be difficult to get it back with his own cultivation, so he gritted his teeth, became cruel, and settled for the next best thing, planning to give these holy medicines to Zhang Ruochen to pay off his debt.
But now, Master Yeyou was even more ruthless than him and dedicated these holy medicines directly to Zhang Ruochen.
As a result, not only did he not get the holy medicine back, but he also had to continue to repay his debt to Zhang Ruochen.
Xuetu grabbed Zhang Ruochen's wrist and said: "Senior brother... I have worked hard to pick these holy medicines. I even suffered serious injuries fighting with them."
Zhang Ruochen received the storage bag handed over by Master Ye You and opened it. There were indeed quite a few holy medicines inside. Each one contained pure source power and was of immeasurable value.
If Xuetu gets these holy medicines and spends hundreds of years, he may be able to cultivate to the supreme realm, and he will definitely be a top expert in the supreme realm.
They are all life-changing treasures.
Zhang Ruochen took out the most inconspicuous Yuanhui-level holy medicine with three leaves from inside, stuffed it into Xue Tu's hand, and said: "Take it to heal the wound."
Xue Tu looked at the storage bag eagerly and said, "Senior brother, what debt do I owe you?"
"There's no rush, I'll pay it back later." Zhang Ruochen patted him on the shoulder.
"Pfft!"
Xuetu spat out a mouthful of blood. He didn't know whether he was really seriously injured or just angry.
He didn't hate Zhang Ruochen, but he was half-kneeling on the ground, glaring at the smiling Master Yeyou, and secretly swore in his heart, "I will repay my revenge tenfold in the future."
At the other end, the seven-handed old man took out a simple brass dagger, dug out the heart of the corpse, and carefully cut open the divine heart, which was as big as a palace.
Master Yeyou rushed over immediately and said angrily: "We had promised before that the divine corpse belongs to me, so naturally the heart of the divine corpse also belongs to me."
"I know, I know, I see you are nervous."
The old man with seven hands jumped into the huge heart filled with divine light and searched for a long time. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he saw a "big umbrella" growing in the sea of broken hearts.
Standing in the sea, Zhang Ruochen smelled a strong fragrance and looked over.
"It smells so good, what is it?"
Master Yeyou became nervous and was about to jump into the heart of God when he saw the old man with seven hands flying out of it holding a big umbrella.
The fragrance is stronger!
"Haha! That Haike's whole body was filled with lifeless energy, but I happened to see that there was a majestic breath of life in his heart. Just imagine how strong the deathly energy of the divine corpse is, and how profound Haike's cultivation is. How can he
The living thing that grows from his body must be a miraculous treasure. I admit that killing Hai Ke is a gamble, but I made the right bet and it was worth it."
The other five hands of the Seven-Handed Old Man grew out of his body unconsciously.
All seven hands were stroking the big umbrella with fragrant fragrance, and the intoxicated look seemed to be holding a naked and peerless beauty.
"Do you know what kind of treasure this is?" he asked extremely proudly.
Master Ye You's eyes widened, he walked forward and said, "The magic mushroom, how could it be the magic mushroom?"
The old man with seven hands retreated quickly, distanced himself from him, and said: "We have agreed a long time ago that you only want the Holy Source, the Catastrophic Battle Ax and the Divine Corpse. Now you regret it, it's too late!"
Master Yeyou was indeed extremely regretful. He should have guessed long ago that there was no absolutely tempting treasure. How could the Seven-Handed Old Man dare to take huge risks to surround and kill Haike?
What is the most important thing right now for the Night Travel Master and the Seven-Handed Old Man?
Of course, it is to break through and become a god.
The old man with seven hands has collected a lot of holy medicines, so it is not too difficult to cultivate his spiritual power to the seventieth level and become a spiritual god.
Now that he has obtained the magic mushroom, it is certain that his mental power will break through the seventy-level mark within a hundred years.
The old man with seven hands was a little complacent, and continued to annoy Master Ye You, and said with a smile: "The time when Haike was born with spiritual wisdom is still short, but the age of this divine corpse is probably more than ten Yuanhui. The magic mushroom is here
It has definitely been gestating in its heart for hundreds of thousands, even millions of years."
"I guess that the reason why Haike and Haike's master did not pick and refine the magic mushroom was because he wanted to continue breeding it, not only as a parasitic thing, but also as a target to attack the Yuanhui level.
It’s a great medicine for a representative figure. Unfortunately, it’s cheaper now.”
"The magic mushrooms are of endless benefit to the supreme saint, especially to the demonic monks, they are a supreme treasure."
It was at this moment that Zhang Ruochen had a feeling, intending to alert the old man with seven hands who was in charge of the Master Yeyou.
However, they saw that this area of water was shrouded in red magic mist.
A laughter like a silver bell sounded: "I didn't expect there would be an unexpected harvest. The magic mushroom is indeed a supreme treasure to me."
"Bang bang."
A slim red figure appeared next to the old man with seven hands. The two struck each other seven times in a row. At the eighth blow, the old man with seven hands could not resist after all and flew away diagonally, falling into the sand.
The woman in red gauze grabbed the fragrant "big umbrella", her beautiful eyes showed wonder, and she exclaimed: "It is indeed the legendary magic treasure. Thank you, I will accept it!"
Master Yeyou was ecstatic. Previously, the magic mushroom was in the hands of the old man with seven hands, and he had no reason to snatch it by force. Now, the opportunity has come!
"You witch, how dare you take away my best friend's treasure? Let's see how I deal with you."
Master Yeyou grabbed the bone staff and pointed it at it. Just as he was about to release his powerful spiritual power, he was first swept away by the red magic mist in the water.
Those magical mists are like an endless yarn and a Taoist lock, tightly wrapping the Night Tour Master.
Master Yeyou's expression finally changed, and he realized that this witch was no ordinary person.
The magical methods and stunning beauty of this woman reminded him of a terrifying place.
The most dangerous place for the Rakshasa clan is the Luozu Yunshan Realm.
Could it be that she is the descendant of Luo Zu Yunshan Realm?
Master Yeyou's body was filled with thunder and lightning, he broke through the heavy magic mist, landed on his feet, and said with a cold expression: "I don't know what to call the girl, does she come from Luozu Yunshan Realm?"
"Assuming you still have some sharp eyesight, my surname is Gushe."
Gu Shejing put away the magic mushrooms, clasped her hands on her plump chest, stared straight at Master Yeyou, and said, "Aren't you going to deal with me? Do it. Although your strength is ordinary, you are
You have a lot of backbone, and you are even more willing to stand up for your friends. For this, I will definitely give you a happy life."
Master Yeyou was complaining in his heart, why did he provoke the descendant of Luo Zu Yunshan Realm?
It can be called the most dangerous place of the Rakshasa clan. The witch who walked out of it is definitely an extremely vicious existence. Even if all of them were added together, she probably wouldn't be able to kill her.
Rakshasa girls like to eat people. I wonder if they can eat ghosts?
That's it. I've made a big mistake today.
Master Ye You only felt that his legs were a little weak again, but this time he stabilized and did not slide down, because he had already thought of a way to escape.
"Witch, do you know who is standing next to me? He is the famous Yuanhui-level genius Zhang Ruochen." Master Yeyou pointed at Zhang Ruochen and said with a smile.
In Master Yeyou's view, he himself is just an old ghost with a short lifespan, and this Rakshasa girl is definitely not interested in him. But when Zhang Ruochen's identity is exposed, it's completely different!
Which Rakshasa girl wouldn’t want to take a bite of the body of a Yuanhui-level genius?
Besides, all the monks in the Hell Realm know that Zhang Ruochen has countless treasures on his body. Even if this descendant of Luozu Yunshan Realm takes action, he will definitely be the first to attack Zhang Ruochen.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, he could naturally escape.
Thinking of this, Master Yeyou couldn't help but secretly admire his quick wit, and said with a smile: "Master, I'm sorry, I want to survive, so I can only sacrifice you to feed that Rakshasa girl."
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I wrote a big chapter and the update is a bit late.