Chapter 1204

If such talents don't fall, they will certainly make great achievements in the future, but people don't value Sun Yi, especially the strong one who knows the ghost family.

The ghost family, a hegemonic force in hell, openly lost face in front of the public this time. With the family's character of reporting defects, there will be no fewer assassinations in the future. No matter how powerful the mandala is, it can't protect him all his life.

Some people shook their heads.

"The avenue of life and death, I thought he would never break through the emperor by this way. Unexpectedly, he really broke through."

Mandala has beautiful eyes. She knows the hardships. Even she has not inherited her father's way of life and death, which really makes her look good.

"Ha ha, brother, good job. I didn't expect you to make a storm as soon as you become the great emperor." At this time, Wutu's excited mouth was difficult to close, and he hurried to Sun Yi.

"It's nothing. As soon as it's noisy today, the ghost family will not give up. Some will play in the future." In Sun Yi's eyes, the cold awn showed and said.

"You don't have to worry about that. If those semi respected monsters dare to fight, I will let them go forever, but I won't care if the strong ones in the imperial territory fight. They deserve to die."

Datura was tough, and a domineering spirit of protecting the calf was emitted from her delicate body.

Sun Yi nodded and naturally understood in his heart that this was also a kind of sharpening for him. Banzun had absolutely no resistance ability with his strength. If he died in the hands of the strong in the imperial realm, he could only blame his poor strength and was eliminated by the law of the jungle.

"Well, go back. I'll hold a celebration party for you myself."

Wu Tu clapped his hands, then the mandala space force passed by, and the party returned to the underworld temple.

Returning to the temple of the underworld, Sun Yi also felt that his nervous tension relaxed for a moment. During this period of time, he has been in the process of killing and cultivation, which has already tired his soul.

After drinking with Wutu, the first thing he did was to have a deep sleep. He didn't open his eyes until a gentle knock on the door.

"Brother sun, it's time to wake up." The door was gently pushed open, and a figure came in without making a sound. It was Yunqing, carrying a washbasin.

"It's Yunqing. How long have I slept?"

Sun Yi stretched a long stretch, his limbs and bones relaxed a lot, and even his mind was clear and bright.

At his level, even if he never sleeps, it doesn't matter, but Sun Yi still retains the habits of his previous life. Whenever he is tired, he sleeps deeply to relax himself.

"You've slept for half a month."

Yunqing puts down the basin to wash Sun Yi.

"So long." Sun Yi touched her nose. It seemed that she was too tired during this period, otherwise she wouldn't sleep so long.

After washing, Sun Yi suddenly thought that Ann was still in her world.

I have to go to the underworld temple and choose a skill for her to practice. This master should be a little incompetent.

After saying goodbye to Yunqing, Sun Yi went to a gloomy palace. There was a Martial Arts Pavilion, which collected many cherished skills on the 18th floor of hell.

The ghost relief is branded on the gate, with a team of powerful saints guarding the gate.

"Open the Martial Arts Pavilion."

Sun Yi said slowly.

"Come in, my Lord." The powerful emperor immediately opened the door.

At present, this strong man can kill ten holy emperors in a row. We must have a good relationship with him.

Sun Yi stepped in, and a light group was suspended in the air. Each light group was a martial arts skill.

"The most powerful skill is on the third floor. My apprentice needs to practice the best."

After killing ten holy emperors that day, Mandala directly promoted him to a five-star general. In addition to his alchemy skills and potential, his authority is no less than that of Wutu. There is nothing he can't exchange in the five-story underworld temple

There are few skills in the three-tier Martial Arts Pavilion, only a few hundred regiments.

As early as before coming, Sun Yi found out the soul body of An'an and knew that the most suitable skill for the soul body was a powerful skill called Tianling, which needed to accumulate tens of millions of nether ginseng before it could be exchanged.

But he killed ten holy emperors that day. He had a rich family and was a piece of cake.

He soon returned with the spirit of heaven.

In the quiet courtyard, Sun Yi sat on a stone bench. Under the urging of the artistic conception of life and death, some plants sprouted and blossomed, resulting in a gorgeous scene that is difficult to have in hell.

"Shifu, I have broken through the nine weights of the hell pill, and I will soon break through the hell stage." An'an's voice was a little childish. A lovely little girl came to Sun Yi with a red face. Very cute.

Unlike other people in the underworld, An'an is more like jiutianwu. Her skin is very pink. Maybe it is affected by Sun Yi's Avenue of life and death.

"Ann is good." Sun Yi touched An'an's head with a faint smile on his face.

The ghost body is very close to the spirit of the Ming. It is very easy and fast to cultivate. There is no bottleneck in the spirit body in front of the impolite emperor. Even in the imperial realm, the ghost body is half more likely than other martial artists.

Although Sun Yi is not familiar with the skill of the underworld, he benefits a lot from his current level of the underworld, the level of the underworld king. In addition, he also has the old monster Jin Shu to deduce for An'an.

It's equivalent to having a Lord guide Ann.

"Master, can an play?" Ann asked, blinking her big eyes.

After all, children are children. They are not as good as Sun Yat Sen. at that time, they almost fought desperately for cultivation.

"Of course, but the master will show you some things before playing."

Wow, a lot of magic tools appeared in front of him.

"Ann, what kind of magic weapon do you like? Choose one by yourself." Sun Yi smiled lightly.

An an looked at a wide range of magic tools, suddenly fixed on a smart long sword and held it in her hand with joy.

"Ann wants this sword."

"A sword."

This is a long sword of God King level. It's not that he is stingy. He also has Dao emperor level, but it's not suitable for An'an.

"An'an can be cultivated from death Avenue and kendo. She is suitable for these two kinds of Dao." Sun Yi also understood what to cultivate An'an in the future.

Ming Qi represents death. It's more appropriate for her to understand the way of death. In addition, Kendo adds a bit of killing.

"Brother, brother has something to come to you." At this time, Wutu suddenly came to the courtyard.

Seeing An'an, a bear hugged An'an in his arms, and the sharp beard stabbed xiao'an shouted pain again and again.

"Uncle, your beard is stinging, or Ann will shave it for you."

What makes people astonished is that Xiao an picked up the long sword and played sword Qi one after another, scraping the bold and unrestrained scum on Wu Tu's face.

The shaved witch butcher is less rough and more friendly.

"So uncle's beard can't stab Ann." Ann looked at her masterpiece proudly.

"Ha ha, you apprentice is really weird." Wu TU was not angry and arched an with his nose.

"Brother Wutu must have something to do with me this time." Sun Yi points to the stone stool and asks Wu Tu to sit down.

And Ann ran to one side and waved the long sword.

"I can't hide anything from my brother. In fact, I came here at the command of the temple Lord. It's a great good thing."

Wu Tu immediately sat down and said with a smile.