The Great Elder of the Holy Spirit Sect was huddled in the corner. Not to mention how miserable it was. A master who was at the peak of the Golden Elixir was pinned down and beaten violently by a tomb robber who was in the early stage of the Golden Elixir. If this was spread, he would be ridiculed by everyone in the world.
Chen Yu came to Lan Tu and squatted down. He said calmly: "Tell me, where is the micro formation?"
At this moment, Lan Tu had already reacted. He knew very well that the reason why Chen Yu had not killed him was because he wanted to get the Holy Spirit Sect's sect-protecting formation.
Once he hands over the micro-formation, with the acting style of the demon surnamed Chen, he will never show mercy.
For this reason, Lan Tu chose to remain silent!
"I didn't expect that Elder Lantu was still a tough guy. I admire Mr. Chen." Chen Yu stood up and walked out of the house.
"Taoist priest, aren't you feeling comfortable? You can continue now." Chen Yu gave the order, but Ji Jianting was not polite.
After cracking his knuckles, Ji Jian smiled sinisterly and stared at Lan Tu.
Lan Tu's eyes seemed to be able to spit out fire. He would never have thought that Ji Jianting would be in cahoots with the devil surnamed Chen.
"Elder Ji, you betrayed the Holy Spirit Religion and betrayed the leader, aren't you afraid of going to hell?"
"The demon surnamed Chen is from Earth. He is causing trouble in our Xuanling world and destroying dozens of sects. You are seeking the skin of a tiger, and the end will be tragic."
"Listen to me, Elder Ji, let me go quickly. Let's go find the leader together and work together to kill the devil named Chen." Lan Tu also tried to reason with Ji Jianting.
"Let you go?" Ji Jian said with a straight smile: "Let you go and then let you kill me? What a fool, how dare you look down on Pindao's IQ."
Ji Jianting was too cruel and stepped on Lan Tu's crotch. Poor Holy Spirit Sect elder, his face instantly turned the color of pig liver. After brewing for a long time, a scream of death came from his mouth.
out.
Unfortunately, Chen Yu had already sealed the courtyard and the sound could not be heard at all.
"Old man, you're quite old and have a big appetite. I'll give you eleven thousand spirit stones. How dare you take them!" Ji Jianting cursed and gave Lan Tu his storage ring on his finger.
Fucked it off.
"Tell me, where did you hide the miniature formation? And where is your storage ring?" Ji Jianting groped around Lan Tu for a long time, but found nothing.
Lan was lying on the floor like a dead dog, saying nothing, trying to delay time.
When Ji Cai Jianting went to invite Lan Tu over, many Holy Spirit Cult disciples saw it.
If Lan Tu hadn't left Ji Jianting's courtyard before dark, someone would definitely be suspicious.
Moreover, Wan Sheng will set off early tomorrow morning and leave Bishui Lake. Before that, he will definitely make a special trip to Lan Tu.
"Taoist Priest, don't you have any other means?" Of course Chen Yu knew what Lan Tu was thinking, but he was not in a hurry. It was only less than two o'clock in the afternoon, so he had plenty of time.
"Chen Xianyou, relax, Master Tao, I'm not even afraid of dead people, I'm more afraid of a bad old man." Ji Jian bared his white teeth and smiled in a very vulgar way.
Lan Tu was shocked and felt something bad.
Chen Yu, who was lying on the wicker chair, looked sideways and saw Ji Jianting taking off his boots in front of the Holy Spirit Sect's chief elder.
The feet of the unscrupulous Taoist priest were white and clean, but the smell was really like a septic tank.
Lan Tu was only forced to take a sip, but his facial features became ferocious. His stomach was churning, and he couldn't help it. He lay on the ground and vomited.
It was so exciting that Lan Tu's face was filled with tears and he almost lost his breath.
As expected of the mainstay of the Holy Spirit Cult, Lan Tu was also smart and did not dare to breathe through his nose anymore, so he used his mouth instead. However, he still choked and coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough out all his internal organs.
"Little old man, there are many ways to do it, but haven't you heard a saying? The Tao is as high as the devil!"
Amidst the evil laughter, Ji Jianting took the boots he had taken off in his hands. This was a standard chemical weapon. Even Chen Yu's expression changed.
"No... don't... don't come here!" Lan Tu shouted, shrouded in fear. He used his hands and feet to crawl out of the house, but Ji Jianting grabbed his ankle and pulled him back.
"Come on, come on, my greedy elder, please feel the power of my strongest attack, Master Dao." Ignoring Lan Tu, who was in tears, Ji Jianting directly buckled his boots on the elder of the Holy Spirit Sect.
on the face.
"Woo!" Lan Tu struggled fiercely, but unfortunately his entire body was sealed by Chen Yu. He was like a little chicken in Ji Jianting's hands, without the slightest resistance.
In just about ten seconds, Lan Tu fainted. Chen Yu was a little worried, fearing that he would be poisoned to death. "Taoist Priest, take your smelly boots away quickly."
Ji Jianting curled his lips and said, "Bah, you're still the mainstay of the Holy Spirit Sect. You're so fragile. I haven't even had enough fun with you, Taoist Master."
Taking the boots away, Ji Jianting took a look inside and was so angry that he jumped up and down, "What the fuck, this grandson vomited in my boots. It's so fucking unlucky."
Lan Tu was in such a miserable state, white foam kept pouring out of his mouth, the whites of his eyes rolled up, and his hands and feet were twitching.
It's pitiful. Whether it was in the main realm before rebirth or in the earth or the mysterious spirit realm after rebirth, Chen Yu had never seen such a pitiful person.
Lan Tu is the first of its kind!
I was so excited by the boots of a fat man! yyls
Chen Yu was very surprised. He looked at Ji Jianting and said, "Taoist Priest, don't you stink?"
Ji Jianting touched his chin and said: "It stinks, but I don't know why. I can bear it. You know, after all, it's your own feet. You'll get used to it after you smell it."
"That makes sense!" Chen Yu nodded.
After getting a new pair of boots, Ji Jianting took a basin of cold water and poured it on Lan Tu.
Under the cold stimulation, Lan Tu suddenly woke up. He was turned into a drowned rat. He looked at Ji Jianting with horror-filled eyes.
Holding the boot, Ji Jianting said with a smile: "My dear elder, in this boot, in addition to Dao Master's poisonous gas, there is also your vomit. Look, are you obediently handing over the micro formation?"
still……!"
"I'll hand it over, I'll hand it over, please let me go!" Lan Tu was finally afraid.
"Had I known this, how could it be better than before?" Chen Yu pinched his nose and walked into the house.
"Chen Xianyou, you don't know, this little old man has a very tough temper. If you don't ride his mother, he won't call you daddy." Ji Jianting sneered.
"I can hand over the micro formation, but...!"
Lan Tu pondered for a while and said: "However, I want you to swear, casual cultivator surnamed Chen, that you will not kill me, otherwise you will be struck by lightning from heaven."
"Damn it, little brother, a defeated general of yours still dares to make demands, it's outrageous!" Ji Jian held up his boots domineeringly and walked towards Lan Tu.
Poor Holy Spirit Church elder, he almost fainted from fright.