Chapter 997

The six fold soul killing talisman in the Yuan emperor's realm is already a very powerful thing. If it is auctioned, many yuan stones will also be sold. Su Yi doesn't know whether there are other soul killing talismans in the golden knife sect.

"Go!"

Later, Su Yi, Su Xiaoshuai, Qing Huang and others left here quickly without delay.

They knew that someone would come here to check the situation soon. If their whereabouts were exposed, they would certainly lead to the seven star sword sect at that time. After all, this place is not far from the sword star city.

In addition, the people of the golden knife sect also managed to escape. Maybe they will spread his news, which is likely to attract some despots to take risks and besiege themselves.

In the chaos domain, there are many powerful scattered repairs, and Su Yi doesn't want to take this risk.

After leaving, Su Yi did not go directly to the circuit this time, but found a hiding place.

After arranging the Qing emperor and the Yin and Yang Ming emperor to protect the Dharma outside, Su Yi took Huang Jian into the mysterious space.

Huang Jian's injury was a little serious. He was hit hard by Yang baikun. His Qi machine was disordered and his meridians were severely damaged.

"Thank you for saving my life!"

After entering the mysterious space, Huang Jian immediately prepared to bow down to Su Yi, but was held by Su Yi.

"Don't be polite, Dharma protector Huang. We are all our own people now. It's a matter of course to save you. We don't need to see other people like me in the future!" Su Yi looked at him and said seriously.

"Good!"

Huang Jian smiled weakly and nodded.

"You shut up here, and other things will be discussed after you recover!"

Su Yi took out a bottle of spirit liquid and handed it to Huang Jian to heal and recover.

There is not much spiritual liquid left. Su Yi has collected all that was produced before. Now there is not much.

"Lord, I'll just adjust my breath slowly. I don't need this!"

Huang Jian stared at Su Yi and said.

He knew the value of this spiritual liquid. It was because of this thing that he got great benefits and broke into the realm of the Yuan emperor.

Now Su Yi took out a bottle of spiritual liquid to heal him, which made Huang Jian reluctant to accept.

He didn't want to be polite to Su Yi, but felt that using such a precious treasure to heal his wounds made him feel a little distressed.

"Here, you can take it. I still have it here. Recover early, and we have other things to do." Su Yidao.

Huang Jian's self-regulation of breath can certainly recover, but it will take a lot of time. With the help of spiritual liquid, it will be countless times faster.

"Thank you, Lord! With the help of this thing, I will soon recover to my heyday!"

Huang Jian took a deep look at Su Yi, with a grateful look in his eyes, and thanked again.

At this moment, he felt that Su Yi had given himself enough dignity, rather than treating him as a servant.

Huang Jian felt extremely lucky to be able to work for such a patriarch.

After that, Huang Jian stopped talking nonsense and finally took a look at a small figure like a child not far away. He sat cross legged on the ground, poured the spiritual liquid into his mouth, and began to breathe.

Bursts of Qi appeared on him, looking like fog.

"Bite spirit emperor, how are you thinking?"

No longer in charge of Huang Jian, Su Yi stepped forward, walked to the other side of the devouring emperor and asked.

However, the devouring Emperor just glanced at him meaningfully and didn't speak.

"Think again. I'll ask you again later."

Su Yi was not angry at all. He turned and walked out, leaving the mysterious space.

Looking at the young figure leaving, the devouring emperor couldn't help looking at the direction of his departure, and had been looking at it for a long time.

Then he cast his eyes on the Yellow robed old man who was sitting on the ground and fell into meditation.

"Let's wait here. After Huang Baofa recovers, let's do something together!"

After Su Yi walked out of the mysterious space, he said to the green emperor and the Yin and Yang Ming emperor in the cave, "however, it's best to subdue the devouring emperor before this!"

Speaking of this, Su Yi felt a little headache.

The temper of the devouring emperor is really different from that of ordinary people. If the punishment is served, it must be counterproductive.

But Su Yi certainly won't wait all the time. If that guy is too stubborn, he will have to take violent measures to forcibly suppress it, although it may be troublesome to do so.

"Cultivate yourself!"

Su Yi, Su Xiaoshuai, Qing Huang, yin and Yang Ming Huang sat in the cave and began to practice with their eyes closed.

At this time, the surrounding mountains and forests have become a mess.

Countless people went in the direction of the previous battle and inquired about the situation. Among them, there were several people of the Qingming sect.

"Dharma protector Wang, I'm sorry for your change. We will find out the murderer of your son and let him die without a burial place!"

In several figures, a half hundred old man opened his mouth and said to a middle-aged man beside him, with a conciliatory tone.

The middle-aged man is Wang Baofa. At this time, he looks sad and has endless anger.

"Kill my son Wang Mo, don't let me know the identity of the thief, otherwise, we must cut him thousands of times, so that he can't survive or die!"

Wang HUFA roared sadly and angrily, clenched his fists, gnashing his teeth, intending to go crazy.

Seeing his expression, the remaining people of Qingming sect felt a little sad.

A few days ago, they also discussed that Wang Mo's talent is extraordinary among the younger generation. Even compared with the young patriarch, it is not too far away.

If you compare him with Yang baikun, the son of the golden knife sect, Wang Mo is definitely far beyond Yang Chuan!

Therefore, for many years, Wang HUFA was proud of having such a son.

In front of others, this is also what Wang HUFA is most proud of and his greatest expectation in his life, waiting for the day when his son surpasses himself!

The League meeting is coming, and Wang Baofa also hopes that Wang Mo can shine there and show his strength, so that he can be liked by a strong League player and be included in the door. What's more, he can be given a complete middle-class magic weapon!

But suddenly on that day, Wang Baofa's dream was shattered!

His son became a cold corpse, beyond recognition. When he was found by the disciples of Qingming sect, he was being bitten by a monster.

Such a result is unacceptable to Wang HUFA in any case.

All his expectations were dashed, leaving only endless grief in his heart.

"The patriarch has sent more disciples, and we will find out the murderer!"

Nearby, an old woman looked at Wang Baofa and comforted him.

Having said that, the old woman was also very clear in her heart that the murderer killed Wang Mo, leaving no useful clues.

So it's really not a simple thing to find it.