He was greedy for life and fear of death and used spiritual and demon cultivators as shields.

Even in the Netherworld, there were two people who were pushed into the ghoul's mouth by him.

Such a coward would actually be the young master of their Netherworld.

Compared with Di Mingjue, who was in full swing in the spring and autumn of the extreme realm, and the heir who was only seven years old but was treated by the Demon Lord.

If they were the Demon Lord, they would not marry their daughter to such a person.

Everyone couldn't help but shake their heads in disappointment.

Even Yu Chen's attitude towards Yin Yuanyi became more and more cold and impatient.

Yin Yuanyi's qi is about to explode in the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.

He gritted his teeth and stared at Mu Liuyun and sent a message: "That's what you said. Seeing that they suffered heavy casualties, I will reap the benefits of the fisherman?"

Mu Liuyun smiled softly: "Young Master, don't worry! Isn't the good show yet?"

He slowly stretched out his hand and handed a small black porcelain bottle to Yin Yuanyi: "Young Master just put the things in this bottle quietly on the two dead ghouls. I promise, you will get what you want soon."

Yin Yuanyi took the bottle and looked suspiciously.

There is no spiritual power fluctuation on it, nor any runes traces.

It's like, just a very ordinary porcelain bottle.

Yin Yuanyi frowned: "What is this?"

"Haha, I said that this is a good thing that can make the young master's wish come true."

Yin Yuanyi glanced outside the barrier.

At this time, more and more ghouls fell from the cracks.

The dense crowd almost filled the earth.

Even ghouls fell down from time to time under the Qianyuan.

But strangely, only the corpses of the two fourth-level ghouls were empty.

Those low-level ghouls seemed to be afraid of something and naturally took a detour.

Yin Yuanyi said unhappy: "Why don't you go and fall down by yourself?"

There are so many ghouls outside, he doesn't want to go out of the Forefast Formation at all.

Mu Liuyun curled the corners of his lips mockingly.

This kind of idiot would have some effect if it weren't for the special identity.

He didn't even want to pay attention.

However, no emotion was revealed on his face, and his smile was still gentle and feminine. "If the young master is worried about being entangled by a ghoul, he only needs to take this pill that temporarily hides his breath."

Mu Liuyun took out a small pill and gave it to Yin Yuanyi.

The low voice was filled with a slight temptation: "Eiji and demons look down on you so much and humiliate you so unscrupulously. Young Master, don't you want to push them into hell with your own hands, and then stand aside to admire their crying and crying in despair?"

Yin Yuanyi's eyes were suddenly confused and resentful, and he murmured: "That's right! I will push them into hell with my own hands! I want them to know what will happen if they offend me Yin Yuanyi."

He swallowed the pill in one mouthful, held the porcelain bottle in his hand tightly, and quietly left the barrier under the cover of Mu Liuyun.

...

"The Great Compassion Temple is in the extreme east, how could Master Jingyuan come to the southwest?"

"Amitabha." Jingyuan smiled slightly, with a bit of nostalgia on his handsome face. "I heard that there is news from my senior brother, so I came to look for it."

Mr. Chang was stunned when he heard this.

Everyone knows that Bodhidharma at Dafeng Temple had three disciples.

The smallest one is Jingyuan.

The biggest one is the real ruler of Dafeng Temple [Zen Master Shanhui].

However, the second disciple's Dharma name [Wuche] disappeared many years ago.

No one knows where he went.
Chapter completed!