This saint is too cruel

Chapter 19 Undercurrent
This sentence had a terrifying sense of oppression, which made the hearts of everyone present jump, and they couldn't help shivering.

"Tongling Lin Dynasty, tomorrow morning, I will visit the imperial city in person." Ye Wuyou said lightly, "Let's step down!"

The six department heads took orders to step down one after another, and went looking for skilled craftsmen in all directions.

"Holy Master, your injuries are still unhealed, why are you going to the Lin Dynasty tomorrow morning?" Yue Wuji was worried about his injuries, so she deliberately stopped before persuading him.

"In the future, you will know." Ye Wuyou didn't explain too much.

"Your subordinate can go with you!" Yue Wuji said.

"No, you just need to guard the holy palace!" Ye Wuyou said this lightly, and walked towards the inner hall, a little bit to make her retreat.

"Yes!" Yue Wuji had no choice but to accept the order and retreat.

In the south, in the middle of the vast ocean, stands a dark and endless island, with a large mountain range in the middle of the island.

There is a hole in the middle of the big mountain range, and a faint light shines through the hole.

Entering the cave, there is another cave, just like the paradise in the story of Taohuayuan, vast and boundless.

Among them, there are many palaces, bright lights, loud voices, and the prosperity is indescribable.

A black stone hall stands proudly in the center, emitting a powerful coercion, shocking the entire small world.

In the main hall, above a hundred steps, a man in an iron mask sits on a stone chair shrouded in black mist, baring his teeth and claws, like a hell judge, very scary.

There are more than a dozen people in the next seat, with green faces and fangs and iron faces, they are all different, very scary.

"Hermit Master, it is expected that Ding Yeshu's cultivation base will not be completely restored to perfection. With Hong Jinbo's support, all the immortal soldiers will definitely be able to kill him." Next, a man with a sharp mouth and iron mask said respectfully.

Yeshu is an insulting name they have given to Ye Wuyou. It is only known internally, and it can be regarded as a secret code.

"Hong Jinbo is an immortal item from the upper realm, a drop from the Eight Desolation. Although it is a treasure of the immortal level, it is restricted by the laws of heaven and earth, and can only be cultivated at the spiritual level. It is too early to say." Another dog-headed iron Face humanity.

"Although it is a fairy, it is known that the highest state of the earth spirit level is picking up the stars. The eight wildernesses may have been picking up the stars before, and they were also forced to retreat by the night mouse." A cat-headed man said sternly.

Above, the man in the judge's iron mask was very indifferent, as if he was not interested in the topic they were discussing, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

"Report!" A man in black reported, "Hermit Lord, the chief commander ordered them to come back!"

"Xuan!" The magistrate's iron-masked man was a little excited, and he spoke out before the man finished speaking.

He is the hidden leader of the largest underground organization "Undercurrent", known as the "Dark Emperor". He was once the deputy hidden leader of Ye Wuyou's subordinates. Bit, the rate undercurrent hides here.

Thirteen people walked into the hall, all of them travel-stained and exhausted.

The first one is Wang Tao, the chief commander of Dayan Holy Land.

Followed by the rescued four Sifang elders and eight protectors.

"What about the others?"

There was a slight smile in Yinzhu's voice, and then quickly darkened, mixed with a trace of uneasiness.

"No more!" Wang Tao replied with his head lowered in horror.

"what!"

Lord Yin shot up at the table, and a cloud of black air burst out, directly shaking the tables and chairs beside him to pieces.

In addition to the endless rage, the body is also shaking, which is a kind of great fear.

"This subordinate should be damned!" Wang Tao was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground, trembling all over.

Yinzhu was uneasy, pacing back and forth, thinking for a long time without saying a word.

He sent more than 100 who died like a bolt from the blue. This is the biggest wealth of Yingliu.

"Where's the fairy talisman?" Yinzhu asked again.

"It's useless!" Wang Tao couldn't say it, but he could only report it truthfully.

"What..." Yinzhu became even more angry, "This is the fairy talisman Moxianling gave me, and you actually abolished it?"

His voice was a little trembling, mixed with rage, wishing he could directly shock Wang Tao to death.

Wang Tao lowered his head, didn't speak, and couldn't stop trembling.

Moxianling, a fairy-level sect from the fairy world of the upper world.

Not long after fleeing in Bahuang, a mysterious young son found the hermit, who said he was from Mo Xianling in the fairy world, and he was the young master of Mo Xianling.

He had practiced in the lower realm, and wanted to help him, so he gave him a few immortal talismans and returned to the immortal realm.

It is very common for the Immortal Realm to take the initiative to go to the mortal world to practice, but it is unique in Dayanyu, which is considered a great opportunity for him.

Although the so-called young master stayed for a very short time, it was a great favor to him.

In this battle, he lost two hundred shadow stream masters.

He also used Hong Jinbo, revealing his trump card.

Not only that, but even used a fairy talisman to urge the fairy talisman to fight against Ye Wuyou, the loss was too great.

On Taiheng Peak, the man in black who appeared out of nowhere to fight Ye Wuyou was the "war spirit" of the fairy talisman.

The fairy talisman can activate the battle spirit in the talisman, transform into a human form, join the battle, and the realm is Lingxu Realm.

This kind of supernatural power is rarely seen by people in the Great Evolution Domain, so everyone including Ye Wuyou guessed wrong and thought it was a great supernatural soul.

The Yin Lord was desperate and anxious at this time, looking extremely annoyed.

At the same time, he also felt that it was not worth it. In order to save twelve people, he lost more than 200 disciples, all of whom were his main force.

This is completely contrary to his original intention.

He originally thought that with the help of 200 masters, plus the golden bowl and fairy charm, he would definitely be able to kill Ye Wuyou, but who knew it would be such a result.

"Isn't it supposed to be foolproof? How could this be?"

"Yeah, how did this happen, how do you judge!"

"Just you cripples, is it worth losing so many resources!"

All the people present were fidgeting, groaning and stomping their feet, feeling overwhelmed with grief.

All the spearheads were pointed at Chief Commander Wang Tao, and some even suggested that Wang Tao should be killed.

The four elders and the eight protectors also knelt down, their thoughts were heavy and their emotions were mixed.

In the Holy Land of Dayan, they have already earned the name of rebellion, and they might have been pardoned for their crimes, but they were pushed into this pit of fire again.

This fire pit is notorious, far more disgusting and hateful than Dayan Holy Land.

But here, they are even more unwelcome, even worse than ordinary monks.

Thinking of how powerful he was once in the Dayan Holy Land, he was reduced to being worse than a pig or a dog here. It's really mixed feelings, and it's hard to describe it in words.

This is natural, undercurrent, originally a notorious underground organization.Back then, Ye Wuyou created the undercurrent for the purpose of doing some shameful things.

But in the undercurrent back then, only the hidden master was known, and no one knew that the hidden master was Ye Wuyou.Anyone who knew about it was killed by the current Yin Lord.

As for the current Yin Lord, no one has seen his true face, and no one knows who the person behind the magistrate's mask will be.

Therefore, in their eyes, Dayan Holy Land has always been the great enemy of the opposite side, and those who take refuge in here will naturally not be treated well in their eyes.

At the time, Wang Tao, the commander-in-chief, wooed the undercurrent, just to win the position of the Holy Master. Now things have developed like this, which is completely beyond his expectation, and has long been out of control.

"Okay!" After being silent for a long time, the Yin Lord finally gnawed, "This is the end of the matter, so there is no point in talking."

Everyone in the venue was quiet.

"I heard that the Great Elder was killed by Hong Jinbo?" asked the Hermit.

"Yes, but a strange thing also happened." Wang Tao said.

"What's the strange thing?" the hermit asked.

"After Hong Jinbo escaped through the cracks in time and space, when he released them, there was a wave of fluctuation, and he couldn't perceive the cause of the wave," Wang Tao said.

Yinzhu took back Hong Jinbo, looked it over carefully, and found nothing wrong.

Hong Jin Bowl, a bowl-sized golden bowl, covered in ancient script, with complex and mysterious lines, has a faint majestic aura overflowing.

(End of this chapter)