Master Yeyou pointed his finger at the sky and said with a firm word: "Master, I dare to swear to the sky that the reason for suppressing him is really just dislike him. He never thought of seizing the holy medicine on him, nor did he think of killing him. Imagine how old I am and how good I am. He, a junior in the Immortal Realm, has repeatedly disrespected me. Should I teach him a little lesson?"

"In fact, you have all my holy medicines taken away!" Xue Tu said with complaint.

Master Yeyou glared at him: "Grab? How can you call your own holy medicine? I'm keeping it for you. Just imagine, with your three-legged cat's cultivation, if I hadn't kept it for you, it would have been taken away by other monks long ago!"

"Then you give it back to me now!" Xue Tu said.

Master Yeyou said kindly, "Child, it's not safe in the Origin Temple. How can I rest assured? After leaving here, I will definitely return a lot of them to you."

Xue Tu couldn't bear it anymore. This old bastard really treated him as a child. He just lived for more than 20,000 more years and became more and more reliant on his seniority.

"I won't give it to you, right? I'll pick it up in person."

Xue Tu accidentally rushed forward and threw Master Yeyou to the ground and groped in his clothes.

"Boy...where should I touch it? Stop it, if I don't stop, I will be welcome..."

...

Zhang Ruochen ignored the quarrel behind him and found the holy medicine that was taken away by the seamen, which was originally collected by the Sword Emperor and the Stone Emperor.

"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 was not short of holy medicine, so they did not be polite to him, but secretly remembered their kindness in their hearts.

"Bang!"

A figure flew over the three of them.

It was a blood slaughter that was kicked away by the Night Tour Master like a ball.

Master Yeyou's black robe was scattered, and he got up from the ground, tied his belt, and cursed: "You dare to be so disrespectful to Master. If you were not your master's junior brother, you would definitely kick you to death."

Xue Tu ran back, not knowing if he had learned from Master Yeyou, but he sat down at Zhang Ruochen's feet with shamelessness, hugged his thighs, and said, "Senior Brother is the decision for me."

He originally wanted to kneel, but he really couldn't kneel down, and he would never kneel as natural and sincere as Master Yeyou.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were on Master Yeyou, about to speak.

Master Yeyou suddenly cried and sat down on the ground in a daze. His belt was already half-tied, but he pulled it away, saying, "For many years, my old body, has been bullied by a junior, and his last little dignity has been lost."

Then, he shouted in a crying voice: "Master, I will never return those holy medicines. He should compensate me. He should, he has touched them!"

"You are an old guy, what's the point of touching me? You said this, which made me feel a little disgusting!"

Xue Tu felt chills, and his cognitive bottom line was refreshed again. He never expected that a great saint could reach such a shameless level.

Master Yeyou glared at him with tears in his eyes and said, "Why didn't you feel disgusted when you touch it?"

Xue Tu was so disgusting that he wanted to cut off his hands that he had just touched him. If this was the case, if it was spread, this old stick could be regarded as nothing had happened. But how could he raise his head in the Hell Realm?

Suddenly.

Xue Tu thought of something and burst into laughter.

Master Yeyou narrowed his eyes and felt something was wrong.

"To tell you the truth, those holy medicines are actually from senior brothers." When he said this, Xue Tu bowed to Zhang Ruochen, glanced at Master Yeyou and showed a sneer, as if saying, "You can't even think of what I can't get."

"Damn, this little boy is so cruel and uses the trick of dying together. Well, since that's the case, I can only be more cruel than you."

Master Yeyou wiped away the tears from his eyes, and from nowhere, he took out a storage bag and presented it to Zhang Ruochen, saying, "Master, this bag is full of the disciple's wishes, you must accept it."

Xue Tu's face changed wildly. He had worked hard to pick the holy medicine in this bag. He originally planned to find an opportunity to slip away and hide on an unmanned planet in the universe. He practiced for hundreds of years, swallowed all the holy medicines, and then returned to the Blood Heaven Tribe.

After being snatched by Master Yeyou, he knew that it was difficult to get back with his cultivation, so he gritted his teeth and made a ruthless heart, and settled for the second best, intending to hand over these holy medicines to Zhang Ruochen to pay off the debt.

But now, Master Yeyou is actually more cruel than him and directly presented these holy medicines to Zhang Ruochen.

In this way, not only did he not take back the Holy Medicine, but he also had to continue to pay back the debt he owed to Zhang Ruochen.

Xue Tu grabbed Zhang Ruochen's wrist and said, "Senior Brother... these holy medicines are all picked by me with great effort. I even suffered serious injuries when fighting them."

Zhang Ruochen took the storage bag handed over by Master Yeyou. When he opened it, he found that there were really many holy medicines inside. Each plant contained pure original power and its value was immeasurable.

If Xue Tu obtained these holy medicines and took hundreds of years, he would probably be able to cultivate to the supreme realm, and he would definitely be a top-level powerhouse in the supreme realm.

They are all precious medicines that go against the will of heaven and change fate.

Zhang Ruochen took out the most inconspicuous Yuanhui-level holy medicine with three leaves from it, stuffed it into Xue Tu's hand, and said, "Take it to heal the wound."

Xue Tu looked at the storage bag with eyes wide open and said, "Senior Brother, do I owe you a debt?"

"Don't worry, I'll pay it back slowly in the future." Zhang Ruochen patted his shoulder.

"Puff!"

Xue Tu vomited blood from his mouth, and I don’t know if it was really hurt or was angry.

He did not hate Zhang Ruochen, but just knelt on the ground, staring at Master Yeyou with a smile on his face, and secretly swore in his heart, "Today's grudge will definitely be returned ten times the future."

On the other end, the old man Qishou took out an ancient brass dagger, dug open the heart of the corpse, and carefully cut open the divine heart that was as big as a palace.

Master Yeyou rushed over immediately and said in a frustration: "We have said before that the divine corpse belongs to me, and the heart of the divine corpse belongs to me."

"I know, I know, it's going to make you nervous."

The seven-handed old man jumped into the huge heart filled with divine light, searched for a while, suddenly, his eyes lit up and 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?"

Master Yeyou became nervous and was about to jump into God's heart when he saw the old man Qishou flying out of it with a big umbrella.

The fragrance is even stronger!

"Haha! The Haike was dead all over, but I saw that there was a magnificent breath of life in his heart. Just imagine, how strong the death energy of the divine corpse is, how profound the cultivation of the Haike is. The living creatures that can grow from his body must be a magical treasure. I admit that killing the Haike is a gambler, but I bet right, this ticket is worth it."

The other five hands of the old man with seven hands grew out of his body unconsciously.

Seven hands were stroking the big umbrella with a fragrant smell, and the intoxicating look seemed to be hugging a peerless beauty naked and naked.

"Do you know, what kind of treasure is this?" he asked proudly.

Master Yeyou's eyes were straightened, and he walked forward, saying, "How could the God-incense Demon Mushroom be the God-incense Demon Mushroom?"

The old man Qishou hurriedly retreated, distanced himself from him, and said, "We have agreed long ago that you only have the Holy Source, the Catastrophe Axe and the Divine Corpse. Now I regret it, it's too late!"

Master Yeyou really regretted it very much. He should have guessed that there is no absolutely tempting treasure. How could the seven-handed old man dare to take huge risks and surround and kill the seamen?

What is the most important thing for Night Tour Master and Seven-Handed Old Man at the moment?

Of course, it is to break the realm and become a god.

The Seven-Handed Old Man had already collected a lot of holy medicines. It was no longer too difficult to cultivate his mental power to the seventieth level and become a spiritual power god.

Now, he has obtained the magical incense and demon mushroom again. Within a hundred years, it is a foregone conclusion that his mental power has broken through the seventieth level mark.

The old man Qishou was a little proud and continued to piss off the night tour master, laughing and said, "The time when the Haike was born with spiritual intelligence was short, but the years when this divine corpse existed may have exceeded ten Yuanhui. The magical mushroom has definitely been nurtured in its heart for hundreds of thousands of years, or even millions of years."

"I guess that the reason why Haike and Haike's master did not pick and refine the magical demon mushrooms was definitely to continue nurturing it, because it was to treat it as a parasitic object, and also to treat it as a great medicine to impact the representatives of the Yuanhui level. Unfortunately, it is cheaper now."

"The magical fragrance demon mushrooms are of great benefit to the supreme saints, especially for the demonic cultivators, it is an extremely treasure."

It was at this moment that Zhang Ruochen had a sense of induction, intending to remind the seven-handed old man who was in the Qiyeyou Master.

But I saw that this water area was covered by red magic mist.

A silver bell-like laughter rang out: "I didn't expect there would be unexpected harvests. The magical mushroom is indeed an incredible treasure to me."

"Bang bang."

A slender and slender red figure appeared next to the Qishou Old Man. The two of them hit each other seven times in a row. When the eighth strike, the Qishou Old Man could not resist it after all, so he flew out slanted and fell into the mud and sand.

The woman in red veil grabbed the fragrant "big umbrella", her beautiful eyes showed a brilliant color, and she said in surprise: "It is indeed this legendary treasure of magic. Thank you, I have accepted it!"

Master Yeyou was ecstatic. He had no reason to force the magic mushroom to snatch it. Now, the opportunity is here!

"Okay, you witch, dare to seize the treasures I made for my good friends. Let's see how I deal with you."

Master Yeyou grabbed the bone staff and pointed over. His powerful mental power was about to be released, but he was swept out by the red magic fog in the water first.

The magic fogs are both like veils that keep fighting and like Taoist locks, wrapping Master Yeyou tightly.

Master Yeyou's face finally changed, and he realized that this witch was not an ordinary person.

The magical methods and beautiful face used by this woman reminded him of a terrifying place.

The most dangerous place of the Luosha tribe is Luo Zuyun Mountain Realm.

Could it be that she is the successor of Luo Zuyun Mountain Realm?

Master Yeyou shone with lightning, breaking the heavy fog, his feet landed on the ground, and said with a cold expression: "I wonder what the girl is called, does it come from Luo Zuyun Mountain Realm?"

"You still have some eyesight, this girl's surname is Guzhe."

Gu Shejing put away the magic mushroom in the fragrance, held her hands on her plump chest, stared at Master Yeyou with her fingers, and said, "Aren't you going to deal with me? Take action. Although you are ordinary, you are very strong, and you are willing to stand up for your friends. For this, I will definitely give you a pleasure."

Master Yeyou complained in his heart, why did he provoke the descendants of Luo Zuyun Mountain Realm?

The witch who can be called the most fierce place of the Rakshasa clan and walks out from it is definitely an extremely vicious existence. Even if all of them add up, it is probably not enough for her to kill.

Rakshasa women like to eat people, but I wonder if they will eat ghosts?

It's over, today I've suffered a big fall.

Master Yeyou 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 the one who is standing next to me? He is Zhang Ruochen, a famous Yuanhui genius." Master Yeyou pointed at Zhang Ruochen and said with a smile.

In the eyes of Master Yeyou, he is just an old ghost with a short life span, and this Rakshasa woman is definitely not very interested in him. And exposing Zhang Ruochen's identity is completely different!

Which Rakshasa girl doesn’t want to take a bite in the body of a Yuanhui genius?

Besides, all the monks in the Hell Realm know that Zhang Ruochen has countless treasures on him. Even if this successor of Luo Zuyun Mountain Realm takes action, he will definitely be the first to attack Zhang Ruochen.

Taking this opportunity, he could naturally escape.

Thinking of this, Master Yeyou couldn't help but admire his urgent wisdom and smiled: "Master, I'm sorry, I want to survive, so I can only sacrifice you to feed that Rakshasa girl."

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Chapter completed!