Looking around, we can see that there are forty or fifty Jindan masters, each covering his body with elixirs and having a chaotic face. As for the monks who are wearing bone armor and emerging from the sea of chaotic souls, they are even more indistinct. They don’t know how many they are. Wu Yi
The surrounding area is full and water-blocking.
I don’t know how many forces this group of people have gathered, which is nearly half the country’s power. Some of them may not be trying to know the secret of Wu Yi’s Soul Coin, but they just have a deep hatred for Wu Yi, such as those in the Black Demon Palace.
Behind Wu Yi are the ritual soldiers who were given to him by Saint Nine-Yi after his marriage. Fortunately, Wu Yi used the seeds of demonic thoughts to influence their minds. They regarded Wu Yi as supreme and loyal. Otherwise, if they were hired
The soldiers had already retreated in fear.
Wu Yi retained their seven emotions and six desires. In the face of a powerful enemy, these people will inevitably feel sad, but they can have death intentions, which shows the power of the seeds of evil thoughts.
As for Yue Yunni, she was even more frightened when she saw this. She didn't expect to encounter such a scene, which was even more powerful than the Black Promise Legion that day.
Although Wu Yi is strong, can he resist so many people? Yue Yunni's heart is full of worries.
In order to prevent him from doing stupid things, Wu Yi guided him to sleep, entrusted Yue Yunni to Luo Xing, and warned him to find an opportunity to escape quietly when he attracted everyone's attention.
Anyway, with Yue Yunni's cultivation, she can't help much now. If the other party captures her to threaten Wu Yi, it won't be a good idea. In fact, Luoxing is the same to Wu Yi.
It was not easy to create Sun Zhiyan's sudden rise in identity, and it is simply not Wu Yi's character not to take advantage of it.
Wu Yi acted extravagantly in the previous marriage, giving people the feeling that the whole sea of souls belongs to Wu Yi. As long as he is not stupid, he will definitely think that Wu Yi has discovered a place rich in soul coins and has gained a lot.
Afterwards, he deliberately allowed the two Jindan monks to leave, giving people the impression of being strong on the outside but weak on the inside. To show weakness to the enemy, and with the huge benefits, this generation will definitely gather forces and plan to come back again.
Sure enough, as Wu Yi expected, these people came, and the number was much larger than Wu Yi expected.
If these forty or fifty golden elixir masters died, the entire Mingyue Realm would be in turmoil. Wu Yi thought in his heart that the enemy was facing a powerful enemy, but he showed no fear at all. This was his good opportunity.
If the arrangement is not careful, the identity will be compromised and the person will have to start over. Unless a powerful person takes action to wipe out all the seeds of evil thoughts in Wu Yi's inner demon body, the inner demon body will not be destroyed at all. Given time, it will be able to recover.
Although there were many people on the opposite side, in Wu Yi's eyes, they were nothing more than a mob. Perhaps this generation saw that they were powerful, and before Wu Yi was captured, several major factions were faintly separated, negotiating with each other, and undercurrents continued.
Knowing how they would distribute the benefits after the discussion, Wu Yi walked out of the cabin and said loudly: "Fellow Taoists, are you ready to discuss it? I have tens of millions of soul coins. Can I just ask for my life?"
There was a roar of laughter on the other side. They have cultivated to the golden elixir realm, and they still have such naive ideas. Only children can do multiple-choice questions, and the world of adults is all about them.
"It seems that fellow Taoists have not yet reached an agreement. In this case, it is better for me to make the decision." Wu Yi said to himself, as if he was not the one who was besieged.
At the end of the sky, a billowing haze of yellow and turbid fog came in, filling the sky at an extremely fast speed. Those with low cultivation levels would all feel irritated, nauseous, extremely uncomfortable, and then drowsy.
The turbid mist dispersed, rolling and swaying on the sea of chaotic souls, spreading out in a radius of tens of feet, and then, two old ghosts appeared, each different.
It has a yellow-faced fang, its eyes are turbid without a trace of light, and the sleeves of the robe are embroidered with the Nine-Meander Yellow River. If you look closely, there are endless carrion and corpses floating on the river, which is extremely shocking.
The other one has a green face and fangs, with clear eyes, and the nine-sky blue sky is embroidered on the sleeves of the robe. It is vast and empty, and if you look deeply, your soul will be swept away by the blue sky.
When these two ghosts appeared, many monks who had just entered Taoism did not know their origins. Someone else explained: "They are the Huangquan ghost and the Biluo ghost from the Mingquan Palace. They worshiped under the Eastern Ghost Lord - the Shura Ghost Lord. They are both half dead."
With Master Bu Gui’s cultivation, I never expected that these two people would be alarmed this time, and I’m afraid we won’t even be able to share the soup.”
The Biluo Ghost's sharp gaze scanned all directions. Anyone caught by his gaze would feel a chill and tremble in their hearts. The Biluo Ghost fixed his gaze on Wu Yi and said faintly: "How dare you, the turtle in the urn, how dare you bark like a dog in this scorching heat?"
A chance to cut it off yourself.”
"Hurry up and tell me how you got all those soul coins, and I'll spare you the pain." The ghost of the underworld said, behind him, the rolling Yellow River flowed out, and endless corpses of innocent souls floated on it, in great pain.
There is no chance of reincarnation.
Wu Yi ignored these two people. It was expected that they would not dare to take the lead, otherwise why would they say so much here.
Turning his eyes, Wu Yi waited for the human race's explanation. In such a big scene, if the human race didn't speak for him, he would be attacked from both sides and it would be difficult to escape.
A seven-color rainbow descended, as big as a pillar, and divided into seven. They were seven young and beautiful women, each dressed in red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. The objects in their hands were also different. They carried a flower basket, held a jade flute, and played a harp, just like the seven fairies.
Same as Linfan.
The most amazing thing is that their faces are all the same, just like septuplets. If it weren't for the different clothes and accessories, it would be almost impossible to tell the real ones from the fake ones.
They are the maids under the command of Holy Mother Yanjing. Although they are maids in front of the Holy Mother, to the outside world, they are the queens of the Qihuang Kingdom. Although their cultivation is not as good as the two ghosts of Biluo Huangquan, they are of the same mind. Holy Mother Yanjing once said,
The seven girls can fight her for several rounds if they join forces.
The woman in red at the head said coldly: "When will the Mingquan Palace take care of the affairs of our human race? The head of the Sun family belongs to the human race. You can do whatever you want." After saying that, she turned to look at Wu Yi, her phoenix eyes filled with authority, and said
: "Does Master Sun think so?"
Wu Yi remained silent. The result would be the same whether he said it or not. Anyway, if he didn't fight once today, it would be extremely difficult to pass, and he was not completely unprepared.
"It sounds nice, but you don't want this kid's soul coin. It's hypocritical." Huang Quangui mercilessly exposed the words of the woman in red.
Then, all the proud disciples of the Holy Ghost Master spoke out one after another. Wu Yi became the balance between them. It was so subtle that the war was about to break out.
There is a gathering of elites here. Their cultivation levels are either at the third level of Golden elixir or half-step Nascent Soul. They are either the queen or the master of the palace. No matter how bad they are, they are still giants and have strong strength.
The people who came were more powerful than Wu Yi imagined, and they were all here for the possible existence of the Thousand-Year Soul Coin, which was worth more than Wu Yi imagined.
The Mingyue Realm lacks superior skills. The skills have their limits. Those who build the foundation cannot break through without great perseverance and great luck. More than half of the current ghost masters and saints are promoted by relying on thousand-year soul coins.