Chapter 290

Murong Qingxin breathed a long sigh of relief. An ancestor of Shentai wuchongtian joined Qixiong Island, which was one step closer to her revenge. At the same time, he gave Sun Yi a grateful look and said, "very good, but in order to prevent you from rebelling, I'll use a small means to you. You'd better not resist, Honglian Island leader."

After that, murongqing went to Honglian and put a golden ball of light in the palm of his hand at the tianlinggai of Honglian. Immediately, he slowly sank into the tianlinggai. With the entry of the golden ball, Honglian's eyes closed and her face showed a look of pain.

After a moment of Kung Fu, Honglian smiled bitterly, and the light ball melted into her own martial arts platform, which became a slave of others. Step by step, step by step.

"Hey, Murong Qing, what is that golden ball of light and why can Honglian be obedient?" Sun Yi wondered.

Murong Qing heard the speech, smiled and explained, "this is a slave mark. After entering the sea, this slave mark is branded on his martial arts platform. As long as he has the will to resist, this slave mark can destroy his martial arts platform at any time, and his martial arts accomplishments will never exceed those who display the slave mark."

Sun Yi nodded. This slave seal was just like the spirit pet contract he signed with kitten that day, but it was much more domineering than the spirit pet contract. Then he moved his mind and asked, "why don't you give me the secret of this slave seal."

Murongqing shook his head and said, "nuyin can't go to Shentai. Building a martial arts platform in the sea can't be practiced, and there are great restrictions. The martial artists given to nuyin must be willing and can't have a will to resist, and nuyin can control up to three people."

Sun Yi was ashamed. While enslaving and domineering, he was also subject to many restrictions and didn't think much about it.

Next, due to the submission of the master of Honglian Island, the rest of the martial artists of Honglian island can only smile bitterly. The boss has obeyed. As a little brother, there is no resistance, so they can only submit to Qixiong island.

After taking over Honglian Island, Qixiong island has become the most powerful martial arts force in Xingdao on this day, second only to Tianxing island in Tianxing sea area.

In the dark exile on the sea floor, where the fire is shining, a submarine volcano is spewing a rolling heat wave, and the whole volcano is red.

In such a dangerous environment, a human shadow is sitting proudly at the crater, allowing the heat wave to beat on him. His whole body is red and a little golden awn is flashing.

This Taoist shadow is Sun Yi. A year has passed since he took over Qixiong Island, and Sun Yi has sat around the crater for a year.

Sun Yat Sen used the strong fire vitality at the crater to feel the vitality roots. At the same time, he tempered his body with the help of the volcano. Sun Yi didn't dare to relax for a moment. He didn't want to waste his time on alchemy. The strength of his own strength is really strong.

After entering judan, it is extremely difficult for a martial artist to be promoted every time. Even if Sun Yi only promoted his martial arts cultivation to the peak of judan in this year, it can be imagined that it is difficult to cultivate in judan.

"The physical strength should be at the triple level of judan." Sun Yi waved his lower arm, and the huge force directly stirred a submarine Vortex: "all-out outbreak, coupled with the bully gun, should firmly shake the strong ones with more than seven weights of judan."

At the moment, Sun Yi's flesh is incomparable. The triple flesh strength of judan. Not even the ancestors of Shentai have such a strong flesh. What they are strong is Cui yuan. After all, it is impractical to cultivate the flesh in such a barren exile.

"It's time to go back to Qixiong island." Sun Yi's eyes suddenly opened, a fire burst out, and the whole person jumped out of the water like a dragon at sea.

When I returned to Qixiong Island, I found that the whole Qixiong island was shuttling constantly. Everyone was very busy. A huge Qixiong island ship stayed in the sea, as if something was going to happen.

With doubts, Sun Yi returned to the pirate's nest. He saw murongqing in his busy life and asked, "what happened? Why do you want to move?"

"Move what house, this is to go to Tianxing island." Murong Qingdao.

"Oh?" Sun Yi doubted and said, "as for going to Tianxing Island, it will be so grand?"

"Another month is the Millennium birthday of the Lord of Tianxing island. Our seven evil islands are nominally under the rule of Tianxing island. We are in love and reason. We are going to pay a birthday call to the Lord of Tianxing island." Murongqing explained.

"It's strange to live for a thousand years." Sun Yi muttered, immediately became interested and said, "I'll go with you to Tianxing island this time."

Murongqing heard the speech, nodded and promised: "this time you will go with Honglian. At that time, many martial artists will gather in Tianxing island. Be careful."

"Really? I'd like to see it. I'm stuck on seven evil islands all day. I feel that my martial arts cultivation has stagnated for a few points. " Sun Yi showed a playful look.

At midnight, Sun Yi stood in the courtyard and looked up at the gray sky. The whole person stood upright, emitting a strong sense of war and a murderous spirit. Three years have passed since he left the cangyun continent. What will happen to his loved ones when they hear the news of their disappearance and the zongmen? The fall of senior brother Lin is a great blow, Coupled with his disappearance this time, Sun Yi really didn't dare to think about what would happen in the state of Qi.

Thinking of this, Sun Yi clenched his fist tightly, and the bones made a crisp sound. The only thing he could do was to improve his strength.

At this time, a faint flute sound was introduced into Sun Yi's ear. This flute sound contained endless peace. Turning around, I saw that the Confucian scholar was playing a flute sound not far away.

"Confucianism is you. Under the sound of this flute, my mood is a little peaceful."

"This song is called meditation. Master, you have a strong sense of war and hide a strong sense of killing. Sometimes it's a kind of happiness to be dull. You should dispel the murderous spirit from you." Confucianism and Taoism.

"Really? My life is to go all the way against the sky to the end. I can't let go of my intention to kill. I only kill those who should be killed. Heaven and earth don't allow me to be dull. In this world where martial arts are respected, only when I am strong can I have the strength to protect everything I should protect. " At this time, Sun Yi's whole body was full of the smell of war, an invisible cold wind blew, and his clothes were making a noise.

"Yi Gang is also broken, just like a master." The Confucianists rolled the mat to Sun Yi with a lofty righteousness to wash the murderous spirit of Sun Yi.

"My life is up to me!" Sun Yi's sense of war was shocked. In the surprised eyes of Confucian scholars, the Haoran righteousness was scattered, and even the Haoran righteousness could not be approached.