The beginning of the wilderness accepts Styx as godson

"???"

"Is it Master?"

Yang Li looked at the person lying on the ground, unable to spread his limbs, and was very puzzled.

Judging by the appearance of the Taoist robe, it was worn by the master just now.

There is a vague resemblance between the facial features.

But the whole body was swollen three times, and his face was swollen like a rubber ball.

If the previous Huanglong looked like a skinny Taoist who weighed [-] jin, then the one lying on the ground now is a fat man weighing [-] jin.

"Disciple...it's me."

Fatty reluctantly responded, it was Huang Long's voice.

It was thanks to the Immortal Da Luo that the swelling was so high.

If the strength was weak, he would have died long ago.

"How did you become like this, Master."

"...I just fell down."

After these words were finished, both master and apprentice were silent for a while.

Yang Li thought, Master really took M's identity seriously this time, and he could have fallen like this with a single fall. I'm afraid it didn't happen when he rolled all the way from the [-]th floor to the first floor.

But the master is really powerful, the average person really can't swell so high.

The ability to fight is really good.

Huang Long didn't dare to tell the truth. He was reasonable. He didn't know how long Kunpeng had been with the saint. If he complained directly and the saint didn't care, he would really die.

With the new magic weapon, Yang Li is very excited now, and feels that even if he doesn't know how to cultivate, if he gets more of this powerful magic weapon, he will probably be able to succeed.

Seeing the faintly visible red tide on the master's fat face, he just had a good time playing, and he didn't want to disturb him. He was going to go back and study the magic light talisman again, so he bid farewell to the master.

Huanglong almost shed tears, once the sage left, wouldn't Kunpeng be left with him?

"Together, I will study with you."

"No need for Master, I've done the sacrificial training, and I know the general operating procedures, so just do it yourself."

Yang Li intends to experiment with Tong Tian and Di Jun, how dare he do such a thing in front of his master.

Hurting someone in the back is not a hero.

But Huang Long didn't want to, he even grabbed Yang Li's hand and found a reason, "I haven't confiscated any apprentice for thousands of years, the gymnasium is too boring, you can study it later, I'll just sit next to you."

"Boring?" Yang Li had an idea, and pulled Kunpeng over, "Let Xiaohui play with you, it's really smart, you guys can play together."

Kunpeng showed a friendly and smiling chicken face at the right time.

……

"Forget it, you'd better go to the room to study with this mount lord, and let it accompany you."

Huang Long resolutely refused, hey hey he went to his residence.

It hurts so much, I need to treat it quickly.

Yang Li shrugged, unable to understand what Master was thinking, holding a "new toy" in his hand, he didn't bother to think about it.

"Go, Xiao Hui, now your master has a magic weapon, let you experience it."

Kunpeng had no choice but to keep up, but turned his head three times a step, watching Huanglong's leaving back, reluctant to part.

The feeling of venting is so cool.

In the room, Yang Li spread the curse light talisman on the seat, found a brush, and began to write his name.

"Write Tongtian first."

This is a liar who intends to steal the firewood sword, so punish him first.

After thinking about it, I dipped the pen in cinnabar, wrote on the talisman paper, and silently recited the name of the cursed person and the method of the curse that I planned to use.

How about a hundred days of diarrhea?
In my impression, Tongtian is still a flying fairy. Diarrhea is uncomfortable for a hundred days, but it will not kill him.

"Through...God!"

The crooked brush calligraphy is very ugly.

But Yang Li was quite satisfied, watching the black light of the curse light talisman flicker, and then...

Tongtian's name is gone.

This is wrong, logically speaking, the name will always appear, and it can also reflect the state of the cursed person.

Why did the name disappear?
Yang Li didn't believe in evil, so he picked up his pen and wrote several times, but every time after writing the name of Tongtian, the word Tongtian disappeared before the curse took effect.

In front of a certain cave, the leader of Tongtian Cult stood in the air, holding a solemn Taoist in his hand.

"Who is cursing me?"

Sensing the feedback from Heavenly Dao, a smile appeared on Tongtian's face, "Which stunned man? If you don't know the name of a saint, can you not pass the curse? No matter who it is, you can't plot against a saint."

"Uncle, you have finished searching, should you let me go?"

The Taoist who was carried up to the sky by Tongtian was in an awkward situation, but his face was as usual, with a faint smile on his face.

Tong Tian didn't like this scheming senior nephew, but thinking about his senior brother, he still left the Taoist.

"Yun Zhongzi, since you haven't hidden the person I'm looking for in this cave, why do you keep blocking him from entering?"

Yun Zhongzi landed on the ground, stood firm, and smiled wryly at this moment.

"I don't even know what you are going to do, uncle. I'm afraid that uncle will just find an excuse to punish me."

"Why am I repairing you?" Tongtian's eyes were displeased, "By the way, how many top-level caves are there in the prehistoric world, which can temporarily isolate the saint from exploring?"

"Golden Light Cave, Bixia Mountain, Sanyang River, Magu Cave..."

Yun Neutron sold very decisively.

Since Master Uncle is really looking for some mission, he must help provide information.

Of course, it's best for the uncle to repair the masters of these caves by the way.

Yun Zhongzi didn't want to be the only one to be unlucky.

Tong Tian turned around and left, trying to figure out who was plotting against him, but he was shocked when he did the calculation, and he couldn't figure it out.

Where do so many mysterious existences come from in the prehistoric world?

Besides that Yang Li, there was another one.

All day long headache.

……

I went down a dozen times, but it still didn't work.

"Could it be that Master lied to me again with an inferior magic weapon?"

Yang Li gave up writing Tongtian's name, thought for a while, and wrote Dijun's name.

"This has nothing to do with me. If it really wants to be effective, the punishment should be lighter."

"Di Jun, Di Jun, Di Jun, has had a fever for ten days."

While writing, I meditated in my heart. Yang Li looked closely at the name on the curse light talisman. After a long time, the name did not disappear. Finally, it slowly glowed red, and a red-covered figure appeared, as if caught in a flame. The little man on fire.

"it works!"

Yang Li was overjoyed, knowing that this was the manifestation of the cursed person.

In the heavenly court, Emperor Jun is summoning his ministers to discuss the arrangements for the new God of Beishui.

"Your Majesty, where did Jiuying, the original Northern Water God General, go? No one is alive, no corpse is dead."

The Yaoshuai Bai Ze asked again, he always felt that when Di Jun announced the matter before, his expression was unnatural, and there seemed to be something hidden.

Di Jun looked sad, and replied: "I don't know either, Bai Ze, you are the most intelligent general of the monster clan, you must find out and see where Jiuying has gone. By the way, look up again." Does Jiuying have any siblings? Find as many as you have, and I will definitely not treat them badly."

As he spoke, tears flowed from the corners of Di Jun's mouth, and he quickly wiped them away.

When Bai Ze was about to say something, he suddenly felt that the emperor's palace was getting hotter and hotter, and the scorching heat was spreading wildly, and he could faintly see waves of heat in the air, densely surging.

In horror, he looked up at His Majesty, and exclaimed:

"Your Majesty, you are on fire!"