Another person said angrily, but he did not dare to look down on Yang Yi. After all, Yang Yi was a master who had passed the 200th floor. There were very few gods who could pass the 200th floor in a million years.
"How about taking him to see the boss? If he really dies, we can't afford it."
Those who succeed in reaching the next level are all gods with powerful strength. Even candidates for gods have a bright future. No matter which god they want to become, they will basically succeed.
And Yang Yi will be no exception.
"You guys go down."
Just when the two of them were still hesitating, a figure appeared in the box out of thin air, and the two of them quickly saluted, "Lord God!"
"Go ahead and leave this kid to me."
The God of Curses nodded slightly. After the two left, he reached out and dug in the void.
"Right, let's just say this thing is still on him."
What the God of Curses took out was none other than the antidote pill in Yang Yi's Xu Ring, the one Mo Qu lost to him in a bet.
Yang Yi wanted to take it, but he didn't have time, so now he can only do it for him.
He picked up Yang Yi with one hand, opened Yang Yi's mouth roughly, threw the elixir in, and then continuously injected energy into Yang Yi's body to help him recover his lost arm.
"This kid is really desperate."
The God of Curses shook his head. When Yang Yi's face returned to normal, he poured himself a cup of tea and sat aside.
This kid has been clamoring to see him all day long, but now that he is here, he is half dead.
Yang Yi slowly opened his eyes, and instantly felt a powerful aura in the box. He subconsciously jumped up and used the Holy Light Sword.
And when he saw the person coming, his expression relaxed, he bowed to the man in black robe sitting there and said, "Junior Yang Yi, I have seen the God of Curses."
"Get up."
The God of Curses said calmly, "I heard that you have asked to see me many times. Now that you have passed the 200th floor, I have come to see you specially. Tell me what wishes you have, and I can fulfill them for you."
"Thank you, senior, but before that, I want to give you something."
Yang Yi said neither humble nor arrogantly. Upon hearing this, the God of Curses raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Oh? What?"
Yang Yi took out the brocade box from the ruins ring, then handed it to the God of Curses with both hands, bowed and said, "Junior knows that you have spent all your cultivation to save this junior. I can't thank you enough for your kindness to the God of Life. This junior is grateful."
It’s a little bit of my thoughts from the juniors, and I hope the seniors will accept it.”
The God of Curses glanced at Yang Yi in surprise, then took the brocade box and opened it immediately with a flick of his fingers.
When he saw what was inside, his expression changed.
"Yamozhi? Where did you get it?"
Yang Yi naturally knew the rarity of Yamazhi, and of course, the God of Curses also knew it.
After all, there is something that is not even found in the treasury on the entire 20th floor of the Arena, so it goes without saying that it is rare.
"Junior went to the Demon Temple."
Yang Yi didn't hide anything and said bluntly. After hearing this, the God of Curses was surprised and said, "You came back okay?"
"It took a little bit of hardship."
Yang Yi scratched his head and smiled awkwardly, "I don't know. I wonder if Yamazhi can be of help to you, but this can be regarded as a little thought of this junior."
"You two, father and son, are exactly the same. You don't want to owe anyone a favor."
The God of Curses shook his head, and Yang Yi asked, "My father? You mean the God of War?"
"Yes, after your curse was lifted, the God of War sent someone to send you something, which is rarer than what you have in your hand."
The God of Curses smiled and was not polite, "Since it is your thank you gift, I will accept it. Go ahead and tell me your wish."
Although this kid did not explain what exactly he experienced in the Demon Temple, the God of Curses guessed that he probably fought with half his life to get back.
However, if he knew that Yang Yi was not actually injured, but accidentally learned the truth about that year, he would probably vomit blood.
"Junior, I don't have any wishes. If I have to say something, I just hope that my two friends can also successfully advance to the next level."
Yang Yi smiled faintly and looked at the playing field, "But I don't want you to help them. I'm very grateful that you can come to see me."
"You kid, you are very good at talking."
The God of Curses suddenly became interested in Yang Yi. The son of the God of War was very talented and very strong, but he was neither humble nor arrogant, and he always repaid his kindness.
Such people are much better than the gods who live alone in the land of gods.
"Senior, do you think the two of them will win?"
Yang Yi looked at the playing field and could see that Mo Qu and Fei Yu were in a stalemate with their respective opponents. If this situation continued, it would not be a good sign.
"You already have the answer in your mind, don't you?"
The God of Curses said lightly. After hearing this, Yang Yi fell silent.
In other words, Feiyu and Moqu may not be able to win this game.
"Your name is Mo Qu, right? Yes, you are indeed a very talented opponent, but strength determines everything, and you are still too weak!"
Mo Qu's opponent is a dream embalmer, who is best at dragging the opponent into the dream without knowing it, and then killing the opponent in the dream.
However, he still underestimated Mo Qu. After all, Mo Qu was a practitioner of Bagua Tao, and his willpower was stronger than expected. The dream exorcist could not find a chance to bring Mo Qu into the dream.
However, at the late stage of the Redundant God Realm, his strength was a small level stronger than that of Mo Qu. All eight doors at Mo Qu's feet were opened, and a fine drop of sweat oozed from his forehead.
In order to deal with this person, he opened eight life gates, but even so, he still felt that he couldn't cope with it.
The ability of the Dreamer is somewhat special. Unlike the source of energy, which can generally be used for defense, the artifacts used to deal with the Dreamer are basically very few. The only way to deal with the Dreamer is to rely on a strong spirit. to resist his attack.
"If you were really that strong, you wouldn't be yelling at me here."
Mo Qu smiled faintly and said, "Qian calligraphy is so thorough!"
A transparent power instantly filled the entire place, and one could clearly see the tiny transparent threads exposed in the field of vision. The Dreamer sneered.
"Your calligraphy skills must be at their limit, right? It's a pity that I still have a lot of calligraphy skills!"
Seeing the fight between Mo Qu and the Dreamer, Yang Yi was a little worried.
Although Mo Qu's willpower is very strong, the problem is that his obsession is too deep. Once the dreamer is really successful, he can't believe what Mo Qu will become. "How do I know! "
Another person said angrily, but he did not dare to look down on Yang Yi. After all, Yang Yi was a master who had passed the 200th floor. There were very few gods who could pass the 200th floor in a million years.
"How about taking him to see the boss? If he really dies, we can't afford it."
Those who succeed in reaching the next level are all gods with powerful strength. Even candidates for gods have a bright future. No matter which god they want to become, they will basically succeed.
And Yang Yi will be no exception.
"You guys go down."
Just when the two of them were still hesitating, a figure appeared in the box out of thin air, and the two of them quickly saluted, "Lord God!"
"Go ahead and leave this kid to me."
The God of Curses nodded slightly. After the two left, he reached out and dug in the void.
"Right, let's just say this thing is still on him."
What the God of Curses took out was none other than the antidote pill in Yang Yi's Xu Ring, the one Mo Qu lost to him in a bet.
Yang Yi wanted to take it, but he didn't have time, so now he can only do it for him.
He picked up Yang Yi with one hand, opened Yang Yi's mouth roughly, threw the elixir in, and then continuously injected energy into Yang Yi's body to help him recover his lost arm.
"This kid is really desperate."
The God of Curses shook his head. When Yang Yi's face returned to normal, he poured himself a cup of tea and sat aside.
This kid has been clamoring to see him all day long, but now that he is here, he is half dead.
Yang Yi slowly opened his eyes, and instantly felt a powerful aura in the box. He subconsciously jumped up and used the Holy Light Sword.
And when he saw the person coming, his expression relaxed, he bowed to the man in black robe sitting there and said, "Junior Yang Yi, I have seen the God of Curses."
"Get up."
The God of Curses said calmly, "I heard that you have asked to see me many times. Now that you have passed the 200th floor, I have come to see you specially. Tell me what wishes you have, and I can fulfill them for you."
"Thank you, senior, but before that, I want to give you something."
Yang Yi said neither humble nor arrogantly. Upon hearing this, the God of Curses raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Oh? What?"
Yang Yi took out the brocade box from the ruins ring, then handed it to the God of Curses with both hands, bowed and said, "Junior knows that you have spent all your cultivation to save this junior. I can't thank you enough for your kindness to the God of Life. This junior is grateful."
It’s a little bit of my thoughts from the juniors, and I hope the seniors will accept it.”
The God of Curses glanced at Yang Yi in surprise, then took the brocade box and opened it immediately with a flick of his fingers.
When he saw what was inside, his expression changed.
"Yamozhi? Where did you get it?"
Yang Yi naturally knew the rarity of Yamazhi, and of course, the God of Curses also knew it.
After all, there is something that is not even found in the treasury on the entire 20th floor of the Arena, so it goes without saying that it is rare.
"Junior went to the Demon Temple."
Yang Yi didn't hide anything and said bluntly. After hearing this, the God of Curses was surprised and said, "You came back okay?"
"It took a little bit of hardship."
Yang Yi scratched his head and smiled awkwardly, "I don't know. I wonder if Yamazhi can be of help to you, but this can be regarded as a little thought of this junior."
"You two, father and son, are exactly the same. You don't want to owe anyone a favor."
The God of Curses shook his head, and Yang Yi asked, "My father? You mean the God of War?"
"Yes, after your curse was lifted, the God of War sent someone to send you something, which is rarer than what you have in your hand."
The God of Curses smiled and was not polite, "Since it is your thank you gift, I will accept it. Go ahead and tell me your wish."
Although this kid did not explain what exactly he experienced in the Demon Temple, the God of Curses guessed that he probably fought with half his life to get back.
However, if he knew that Yang Yi was not actually injured, but accidentally learned the truth about that year, he would probably vomit blood.
"Junior, I don't have any wishes. If I have to say something, I just hope that my two friends can also successfully advance to the next level."
Yang Yi smiled faintly and looked at the playing field, "But I don't want you to help them. I'm very grateful that you can come to see me."
"You kid, you are very good at talking."
The God of Curses suddenly became interested in Yang Yi. The son of the God of War was very talented and very strong, but he was neither humble nor arrogant, and he always repaid his kindness.
Such people are much better than the gods who live alone in the land of gods.
"Senior, do you think the two of them will win?"
Yang Yi looked at the playing field and could see that Mo Qu and Fei Yu were in a stalemate with their respective opponents. If this situation continued, it would not be a good sign.
"You already have the answer in your mind, don't you?"
The God of Curses said lightly. After hearing this, Yang Yi fell silent.
In other words, Feiyu and Moqu may not be able to win this game.
"Your name is Mo Qu, right? Yes, you are indeed a very talented opponent, but strength determines everything, and you are still too weak!"
Mo Qu's opponent is a dream embalmer, who is best at dragging the opponent into the dream without knowing it, and then killing the opponent in the dream.
However, he still underestimated Mo Qu. After all, Mo Qu was a practitioner of Bagua Tao, and his willpower was stronger than expected. The dream exorcist could not find a chance to bring Mo Qu into the dream.
However, at the late stage of the Redundant God Realm, his strength was a small level stronger than that of Mo Qu. All eight doors at Mo Qu's feet were opened, and a fine drop of sweat oozed from his forehead.
In order to deal with this person, he opened eight life gates, but even so, he still felt that he couldn't cope with it.
The ability of the Dreamer is somewhat special. Unlike the source of energy, which can generally be used for defense, the artifacts used to deal with the Dreamer are basically very few. The only way to deal with the Dreamer is to rely on a strong spirit.
to resist his attack.
"If you were really that strong, you wouldn't be yelling at me here."
Mo Qu smiled faintly and said, "Qian calligraphy is so thorough!"
A transparent power instantly filled the entire place, and one could clearly see the tiny transparent threads exposed in the field of vision. The Dreamer sneered.
"Your calligraphy skills must be at their limit, right? It's a pity that I still have a lot of calligraphy skills!"
Seeing the fight between Mo Qu and the Dreamer, Yang Yi was a little worried.
Although Mo Qu's willpower is very strong, the problem is that his obsession is too deep. Once the dream killer really succeeds, he can't believe what Mo Qu will become.
