Xie Yun swore an oath in front of the ten thousand mantras that he would never have personal feelings, so this sword was open and broad, its potential to kill the gods and kill the Buddha, making the demons terrified.

When Xie Yun was about to retract his sword, a red-gold aura rose from Jiulanzhou, and after the aura dissipated, a tall figure was revealed.

The figure and Xie Yun were almost separated by more than half of Jiulan Continent. The distance was so far that Xie Yun couldn't even see the man's face with his eyesight. , Pekin silk ice silkworm Kowloon sachet, full of wealth and honor, not like a monk, but like a son who is rich enough to rival the country.

No matter how strong Xie Yun's sword stance was, when it was passed to the center of Jiulanzhou, there was only a slight sword intent left. This person could accurately feel that he was the source of the sword stance, showing that his cultivation was strong.

Ying Baiye shrank into an inch and appeared beside Xie Yun.

"It's the Great Dream Demon Venerable."

Xie Yun lowered his head and looked at the seam he cut out: "..."

It seems that he has accidentally managed other people's boundaries.

Big Dream Demon Venerable is a genuine cultivator.

The Great Dream Demonic Venerable swept across the seam that Xie Yun had split, and measured the size with his eyes. He didn't know what he was thinking, and a very bright smile appeared on his face.

He slightly bowed his hands in the direction of the two, his thin lips moved, and a voice came to Xie Yun's ear.

Xie Yun: "..."

Repay the gift at night.

The Great Dream Demon Venerable turned into an aura and disappeared.

Ying Baiye said, "What did he say?"

Xie Yun said in his heart that this Demon Venerable is really a strange thing: "He said that I broke his land and told me to remember to lose money, and 20,000 middle-grade spirit stones were placed in the Great Dream Pavilion."

Ying Baiye: "..."

No wonder he laughed so happily, it turned out that he wanted to earn a fortune of spirit stones for nothing.

The two of them have been investigating the Ten Thousand Curses Demon Venerable, but they have neglected the experience. Besides the spiritual stones they have accumulated during the Nascent Soul period, they only have a little bit from the Master.

However, there are many pills in the Master's storage ring, and many of them are life-saving spiritual pills. Unfortunately, there are not many spiritual stones, and they add up to less than 2,000.

Xie Yun fell to the ground and touched the crack on the ground. Although the crack was more than a hundred feet long and ten feet wide, he said unhappily, "This is going to cost 10,000 middle-grade spirit stones, why doesn't he grab it?"

Ying Baiye comforted him: "When you reach the fusion stage, you can snatch the ten thousand spiritual stones back, and then ask him to pay us ten thousand."

Xie Yun hesitated: "...Is this bad? Why don't you grab it and give me half of it?"

He touched the storage ring for a while, "It seems that there are no 20,000 middle-grade spirit stones."

The young master of the Xie Clan in Feiyincheng can only receive about 100 mid-grade spirit stones every month. Xie Yun also saved a lot of spirit stones when he went in and out of the secret realm, but he spent more. What's more, Xie Yun has been investigating the truth of "Fate Against the Heavens" since the Yuanying period, and the two people's wealth is more and less.

Xie Yun thought about it for a while: "counter-offer and pay him half, is there more?"

Ying Baiye: "..."

He changed the subject and said, "It seems that I will go to the Master next."

Xie Yun remembered the words left by the Demon Venerable Ten Thousand Curses, and he was a little troubled: "Master accepted us that day, is it a coincidence, or..."

Or do you have a good idea after the deduction, so you set up a game?

A monk in the Mahayana period can actually calculate the fate of the self-cultivation world, so setting up a game in advance is not difficult.

Ying Baiye was silent for a long time: "Who would have guessed."

Xie Yun was silent.

After their apprenticeship, they spent a short time with the master, but Xie Yun liked this unobtrusive master very much.

"However," Ying Baiye smiled when he saw Xie Yun's silence, "think about it carefully, what can Master want from us?"

Xie Yun: "...Yes. And we have no way of knowing where the Master is."

The mood that he had just killed Wanzhu sank again: "I don't know if Master still remembers to complete "Swallowing the Sun and the Moon"."

Master seems to be too far from the word "reliable".

Ying Baiye stretched out his hand and put his arms around Xie Yun's shoulders: "Wanju is dead, so it's more important to arrange the Wanju City first. Then we'll go back to the right path and go see your family first."

Although Wan Zhu said that only Xie Yufei was the character in the book, Huaiyu obviously cared about Xie's family very much. For peace of mind, it was better to go back.

Only then did Xie Yun remember the mess left by Wanzhu: "I actually forgot. Wanzhu is dead, what will happen to Wanzhu City?"

Some characters in the inner city who only have skins can be handed over to Song Minglong, but how to deal with the mortals in the outer city is a problem.

Ying Baiye is more aware of the situation of the devil's way than Xie Yun: "Once the curse dies, those mortals are like fish on a chopping block in the devil's way, and the only way to go is to be eaten by the devil. Song Minglong may not even have the power in the out-of-body stage now. Yes, it is absolutely impossible to protect the City of Ten Thousand Curses."

Demon cultivators practice exercises or sacrificing spiritual tools, and they often use the flesh and blood of ten people and a hundred people.

Xie Yun frowned.

"And once Wanzhu dies, the next Demon Venerable will be elected soon, and Wanzhu's original site will be included..."

Xie Yun had a flash of inspiration: "Wouldn't it be better for you to be this Demon Venerable? Although I'm not a Demon Cultivator, I've heard of such a big thing about choosing a Demon Venerable from the Demon Dao—isn't it whoever kills it counts?"

Ying Baiye raised his eyebrows: "How can you count me?"

He stretched out his arms to embrace Xie Yun, and his waist was just around the corner, "After today, there will be rumors about the devil's way - there is a sword fairy in the devil's way, who is like a beautiful jade sword like a rainbow, who cuts thousands of curses on Yunzhong Mountain, and splits peaks and breaks rivers. Flow, make the Great Dream Demon Venerable bow down..."

Xie Yun likes to hear other people compliment him, especially since this person is his Taoist companion, but when he hears the latter part, he feels wrong: "What is the big dream, the devil is full of admiration? What does it have to do with the big dream?"

Ying Baiye smiled lightly: "Just pass it on casually."

The rumors are often more and more outrageous, maybe in a few days, the rumors will be born into the sword fairy, and the big dream is afraid of the power of the sword fairy.