Three Realms Super Red Packet Group

Chapter 72
"Xiao Zhuang, your mind has been blinded by hatred, and your cultivation has been limited to the Zifu, unable to see through the Tao of the void, unable to survive the calamity of the void, and unable to look directly into the cave of the soul."

"I will punish you to reflect for a year in the God of War cauldron."

A simple and unsophisticated cauldron emerged from the void, pouring out endless blue flames, rushing down like a torrent of waterfalls.

Long Zhuang was also holding the big dragon knife, waving to cut off the blue flames, but it was of no avail.

The stream of flames converged into a river, rushing towards her face, covering her for a moment, and her whole body was submerged in the river of flames, leaving only a voice echoing in the mountains and forests.

"Master, I refuse to accept."

But Yanhe returned to the cauldron with turbulent blue waves mixed with dragon makeup.

Chu Ye twitched his nose, listening to the last sharp howl in the air, how could he feel a sense of joy.

It's not easy to persuade the master to punish the apprentice, is it?
And with such an impulsive and bad personality, it really needs to be reorganized, oh no, it is to retreat and think about the mistakes, so as not to provoke big shots in the future, and it will be bad to be cleaned up.

"Little friend is satisfied."

"Satisfied. Huh?"

Chu Ye's eyes widened, as if he had fallen into a trap.

Your apprentice contradicted you, you suppressed her because of your displeasure, it's none of my business, why ask me if I'm satisfied?
Besides, I didn't promise to go into any forbidden place with you, so it's not good for you to shirk responsibility like this.

What kind of chance is there, I am full of treasures and still care about breaking things here?

Chu Ye felt that this so-called master was a little dark-hearted?
He squinted his eyes, carefully looked at the wooden building, and asked in his heart: "Zhong Ling, can you perceive the cultivation level of the person who spoke?"

Zhong Ling stretched out his divine sense, and slowly escaped into the wooden building.

"It's just an old man in his dying years, but his heyday is probably the peak of the Tianhe realm in this world, close to the realm of the earth immortal and loose immortal.

Now that his lifespan is about to reach its end, he relies on an ancient furnace to maintain his vitality. There is very little power that can be used, but it should not be underestimated. "

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Zhong Ling was disdainful at first, and then said cautiously: "If he wants to kill you, I can't stop him. Such a huge difference in realm, no amount of supernatural power can make up for it, unless you wake up the three treasures that Laojun gave you. "

Chu Ye also looked serious, touched the phone in his pocket, and relaxed again.

Laojun is a sage. The innate treasure he gave, not to mention three pieces, is just one piece. The mere celestial beings in the world might as well fall to the ground with one blow. ash.

Maybe it will turn into dust after a while, but can I drive it to send out a blow?

Chu Ye suddenly raised his head, frowning, thinking to himself: What if I can't drive it?
In an instant, the limbs of the body and the brain froze for a short time.

Fuck, this is a big problem!

"Don't worry, since the Daode Tianzun gave them to you, you should leave them behind, uh, probably." Zhong Ling hesitated at last, after all, there is such a saint as Taishang Laojun, how can she guess her mind? .

After hearing this, Chu Ye became even more entangled. Originally, Laojun didn't intend to give him the three treasures, but he insisted on coming.

If San Bao had the mood to go on strike, he wouldn't be at all.

Zhong Ling comforted again: "It's okay, I see that the old man's demeanor and aura don't mean any conspiracy.

Master, when you join the group, you get a chance that the whole human world envies. This is great luck, not the son of destiny is better than the son of destiny. "

"Maybe the old man really guessed something, maybe my appearance made him realize something, in short, it shouldn't hurt you."

Chu Ye let out a breath slowly, "It's a blessing, not a disaster. If it's a disaster, I can't avoid it. I don't believe that I will fall here."

Suddenly he turned around and asked in doubt: "Zhong Ling, am I really not the child of destiny?"

That tone, that expression, as if it wasn't him, was inconceivable, which made Zhong Ling smile lightly.

"No, absolutely not, Your Majesty specially deduced a reincarnation for you, although it is vague, it is not the sign of destiny.

If you were really the Son of Destiny, I, the Stele of Longevity, and the Qiankun Yuanji Armor would not be so embarrassed, avoiding catastrophe all the time. "

Zhong Ling's voice also revealed a hint of resentment, but Chu Ye mercilessly ignored it.

"I didn't expect me to be so handsome and lucky to be so against the sky, but I'm really not. Who is the son of destiny?"

He rested his chin, looking thoughtful.

"Little friend, can you agree to enter the forbidden area with the old man?"

The old voice suddenly sounded, Chu Ye nodded subconsciously again, suddenly came back to his senses, and exclaimed loudly: "Ha, entering the forbidden area?"

Just when he wanted to refute, he was wrapped by the golden cloud and flew into the wooden building. At that moment, he clearly saw the pity in Ni Yang's eyes.

"Fuck, what's that expression on your face, gloating? Is this me going to die?"

After entering the wooden building, Jin Yun carried him to a wooden room on the top floor, and then disappeared.

Chu Ye, who fell to the ground, quickly got up, and saw a man sitting in front of him, looking at him calmly.

Long black hair, a cyan Taoist robe, painted with golden Taoist script, shining brightly, a pair of eyes as deep as the bottom of a lake, revealing the invisible power of fighting and attacking.

"Little friend, it's like old friends at first sight." He sighed and said quietly.

"Um, Zhong Ling, is this the old man you mentioned in his dying years? This is obviously a man who is growing old and strong, rejuvenated, just at the peak of his prosperity!"

Chu Ye shouted loudly in his heart, strongly dissatisfied with Zhong Ling's intelligence error.

"Don't be fooled by appearances, he is indeed dying." Zhong Ling still firmly believed in his own judgment, while pouting to complain about Chu Ye's distrust.

"Okay, I believe you."

Chu Ye looked at the young man, a little at a loss. A dying young senior sat in front of him, and his cultivation level was advanced, which made him feel uncomfortable.

"Hiss, why do I have the illusion of seeing a bloodline elder? What a hell."

Chu Ye looked at the young man silently, but the more he looked at him, the more he felt kind. He obviously didn't know each other, let alone had any relationship. Where did this strange intuition come from.

He was very surprised, but what the young man said next surprised him even more.

"The Chu family has returned to the cultivation world?!" The young man smiled, with a kind expression on his face, as if he was amazed and understood.

Chu Ye stared at the young man in surprise and inexplicable, wondering how he knew his surname was Chu.

"Sit down, it's been a long time since I saw the descendants of the old man." The young man waved his hands in the air, and a futon fell on Chu Ye's body.

"Senior and my Chu family know each other?" Chu Ye asked aloud after sitting on the seat.

On the contrary, the young man didn't answer, his eyes passed the wooden window, looked at the misty sky, and after a long silence, he said slowly:
"The old Taoist name Ge Yi has been dying for 300 years. If the descendants of the Chu family don't come again, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on."

(End of this chapter)