Rebirth of the Immortal Emperor Xiaoyao

Chapter 200
After being beaten to the heart, Shangguan Wuji was not dead yet, but the aura on his body suddenly dropped, like a fairy being knocked down to the mortal world.

He tried his best to create another thunderbolt in the void and shoot it directly at Ye Fan.

Ye Fan didn't even look at it, he turned his head and punched the lightning away.

Shangguan Wuji looked at Ye Fan in astonishment, a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes, and there was also a trace of regret.

"I beg." Shangguan Wuji looked at Ye Fan pleadingly, wanting to say something, but the blood kept overflowing from his mouth, and he couldn't speak clearly.

Ye Fan smiled charmingly, and a glimmer of coldness flashed in his eyes: "Don't worry, I will let the Wuji Gate bury you with you. When you go down and meet the ancestors of the Wuji Gate, they will definitely not blame you."

As he said that, Ye Fan shook his hands slightly, directly shattering the remaining vitality of Shangguan Wuji.

With a 'bang', Shangguan Wuji fell directly to the ground, splashing blood all over the ground.

Ye Fan looked at Shangguan Wuji's staring eyes, and said with a sneer, "Shangguan Wuji, I don't know if those dead children will be the same as you."

As he said that, Ye Fan waved his hands again and again, directly refining Shangguan Wuji into a human pill.

The breeze blows, blowing the ashes on the ground everywhere.Only Shangguan Wuji's clothes and some relics were left on the ground.

Ye Fan picked up a flying knife and watched it carefully. A chilling light came from above the flying knife, making one's scalp tingle.

"It's a good thing. It's actually made from meteorites. I think there should be better things in the Promise Gate." Ye Fan said with a smile.

Put away all the daggers, there are a total of twenty, all of which are well-made and made of meteorites.

He checked Shangguan Wuji's clothes again, and a black token engraved with the word 'Wuji' appeared in front of Ye Fan, and there was nothing else.

Put away the token, tidy up the scene, and change another tent. When seeing that the scene was not much different from before, Ye Fan carried the sleepy and unconscious Song Jia out of the picture of opening the sky and everything, and put it in the tent. , fell asleep again.

The sun rose as usual the next day, and Song Jia had no idea what happened yesterday.

"Husband, I seem to have gone to a wonderful place last night. I feel a little girl has been squatting beside me and looking at me. She seems to have said something to me, but I can't remember clearly." Song Jia looked confused Said to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan smiled, and said nonchalantly: "I slept next to you all the time last night, what kind of little girl is there? I think you are thinking too much, you are dreaming."

Song Jia scratched her head, feeling that the dream last night was so real that it was unbelievable to be real.She always felt that something bad must have happened to her last night, but she couldn't remember what was wrong for a while.

"Don't think about it, get up quickly. The things here have been settled, and we will go back later." Ye Fan said with a smile on his face.

As soon as Ye Fan walked out, he saw that the women had already woken up, and even made breakfast.

Breakfast is porridge and pickles. After all, the food here is easy to preserve, and it is impossible to be the same as the outside.

After breakfast, Ye Fan and the two left.It's just that when he was leaving, Ye Fan arranged formations at both ends of the Valley of Five Poisons to ensure that the lives of those poor people in the valley would not be disturbed by outsiders.

After another day of walking on the mountain road, the two of them returned to Hongye Town at night.

The two ate, washed up and went to bed early.

The next day, the two took a good stroll in Lishan and saw all the Taoist temples.

Ye Fan also secretly observed the so-called Taoist priests in those Taoist temples. None of them are cultivated, and there are not even a few real Taoist priests. The others are 'part-time'.

At night, Taoist Xianyun was waiting for Ye Fan in the hotel early, and he got the information from Jiaolong.

Song Jia has always scoffed at those rumors about flood dragons, and doesn't believe them at all.She excused being tired and went back to her room to sleep.

But Ye Fan was taken to a restaurant by Xianyun.

In a certain box, a fat monk in a monk's robe was eating and drinking at a table full of delicacies, without paying any attention to Ye Fan and Xianyun next to him.

Xianyun looked at the monk with an ugly expression, and then carefully looked at Ye Fan, for fear that he would be angry.

Ye Fan sat on the seat calmly, looking at the monk, a slight smile flashed in his eyes.

Although this monk doesn't look like a monk, Ye Fan can see that this guy is a real monk, and he is also a master monk who has practiced some kind of kung fu.

The monk didn't stop talking until he swept all the food on the table into his stomach.

"Master, the food is delicious." Xian Yun said to the monk cautiously.

The monk looked at Xianyun indifferently, picked up the toothpick on the table and kicked his teeth.

Xianyun just wanted to get angry, but thinking of how he was taught just now, he still restrained himself.

"If you tell you the news about Jiaolong, are you really willing to pay a high price?" The monk said lightly.

Xianyun nodded, and said excitedly: "As long as you can get the news of Jiaolong, 1000 million is yours, Master."

The monk sneered, looked at Xianyun with contempt, and said, "Xianyun, right? I didn't ask you, why are you answering nonsense. I am the little brother who asked, and you are a dog leg at first glance. You are quite young. Daoist Ye He once left a great reputation, but I didn't expect to have such an unworthy junior like you, it's really embarrassing for your sect."

"You know my senior brother? Then do you know that my senior brother was killed?" Xian Yun said excitedly, his eyes became moist.

The monk looked at Xianyun with a sneer on his face, and asked softly: "How many levels have you practiced in your master's practice '33 Tianteng'?"

Xian Yun looked at the monk sadly, and muttered, "Level [-]."

The monk sneered, and said with a little disdain: "Your senior brother has practiced to level [-] and died, let alone you. Come to me when you have practiced to level [-]."

"I don't know the master's name?" Xian Yun said respectfully.

"The master should be the colorless master known as the monk of wine and meat." Ye Fan interjected with a smile.

Wu Se nodded arrogantly, as an admission.

When Taoist Xianyun heard it, he suddenly realized.If it was someone else, he would still have a little doubt, but if it was Master Wuwu, he would have no doubts at all.

(End of this chapter)