After the witch was reborn, she made all the talented people in the world of cultivation cry.

"Little junior sister!"

Lord Divine Yuan He, who had been in seclusion in Ye Lige's space to heal his injuries, suddenly sent a message through his spiritual consciousness.

Ye Lige replied happily, "Big Brother, are you well now?"

Lord Yuanhe smiled slightly. He really enjoyed the meticulous care from his junior sister.

This smile was genuine and came from the bottom of his heart. He was born with a very good appearance. This smile was like the first ray of spring sunshine welcoming the frozen earth, and in an instant the air was filled with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers.

He dazzled the titanium eyes of Dan Fengzi, who was taking care of him, scratched his unsuitable mess of hair, turned his head and murmured, "Monster!"

Facts have proved that if a man wants to use his beauty to seduce a woman, there is not much chance for her to do so.

Ye Lige still felt a little guilty because the eldest senior brother was injured because of him.

So he said, "Don't be polite, big brother. If you need anything, just ask Mad Dan.

If there is something that is not in the space, tell me, Junior Sister will always be able to find a way."

These words made Lord Yuan He feel comfortable and relieved, and he felt that all the injuries, no matter how serious, were worth it.

"No hurry, let's deal with the Mold Temple first."

Ye Lige paused for a moment, "Big Brother, is there something wrong?"

Lord Yuanhe said that the problem was too serious.

"We can't keep Jing in the Mold Temple any longer!"

The reason lies with the group of new disciples accepted by Lord Miserable Luck.

The unlucky ones carefully selected by Lord Miserable God from various realms and planes all have special physiques.

Yuan He Divine Venerable said, "Little Junior Sister, you can see that Wan Hua has a calamity star physique, but the others are not much worse."

There is a good reason why no one dares to approach the Temple of Mold.

Except for the big one, the God of Bad Luck, these twelve little disciples are all disaster-bodies… the type that can bring disaster to others but remain unaffected themselves.

His fate is extremely strong, otherwise, he would have died long ago before the God of Bad Luck could change his fate.

Ye Lige really didn't know much about this, so he humbly asked, "Are there clear divisions for these catastrophic constitutions?"

Yuan He Divine Lord, "Of course!"

“There is a Wuchang Temple in the God Realm, and the temple master’s Taoist name is Wudu Sanren.

And the God of Mold is none other than the disciple of the Five Poisons."

One of the disciples, but not the only one.

Ye Lige, "Five poisons? Which five poisons?"

Forgive her that although her cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds, she actually did not stay in the divine realm for long.

Therefore, I really don’t understand the affairs of the divine world and the organization within the system.

Yuan He Divine Master said: "Senior Wu Du is an elder of the same generation as Senior Shu Wang."

It is indeed a long time ago, and can be traced back to the era of Old Ancestor Ye Xuan, or even longer.

The Five Poisons God has five disciples. The fifth disciple is the God of Evil, the fourth disciple is the God of Misfortune, the third disciple is the God of Bad Luck, the second disciple is the God of Disaster, and the first and eldest disciple is the God of Misfortune.

Ye Lige: ...These five poisons, a collection of all disasters condensed into one, are quite poisonous.

Yuan He Divine Master could naturally see through his junior sister's thoughts and said with a smile: "It's not as you think. Although the Wuchang Divine Temple can create disasters, it can also control them."

Only when everything is under control can the world function normally.

Ye Lige, "Big Brother, please continue!"

Yuan He Divine Venerable said: "Although Wu Du San Ren has five disciples, these five disciples were not raised together before they debuted."

They were all taught individually, and only met occasionally after they grew up.

Although they are from the same school, there is no friendship between them.

Ye Lige looked at the five poisonous elements in the yard and felt mixed emotions.

That's it!

These young monks are unable to restrain and control themselves well before they truly enter the Tao and grow up.

This causes the moldy air in the Mold Temple to be less pure.

It is like mixing a bunch of poisonous weeds with different properties together. Not only will it not play a good role, but it may also counteract each other and cause worse things to happen.

Ye Lige shuddered in her heart. She only saw that Wan Hua's disaster star physique would affect Qi Jingyan, but she didn't expect that although the cultivation of other young cultivators was not obvious, they could still play a subtle role.

Ye Lige was also cursing in various languages ​​at this time. When he saw the God of Bad Luck waiting on the side with his hands hanging down, he became even more annoyed.

It's such a waste of this handsome face that made thousands of girls scream. How could he be so unreliable?

He is the dignified Lord God of Bad Luck. Due to his cultivation, he is far superior to all the young disciples. Naturally, he will not be affected by them. But this group of young cultivators is different.

Logically speaking, these young cultivators have been in the God Realm for some years, but their cultivation speed is not satisfactory.

Apart from Qi Jingyan who was a notable Void Refinement Realm disciple, the oldest of these young disciples looked to be around five or six hundred years old, and the youngest was still Qi Jingyan.

Among the other eleven people, none of them has reached the Spirit Transformation Realm. Most of them are at the Nascent Soul Realm, and there are even a few at the Golden Core Realm.

Even if it is related to personal qualifications, it may also be that the cultivation method is unreliable.

Perhaps, there is also the reason that the disasters affect each other as mentioned by the eldest brother.

So Ye Lige said, "Lord God of Miserable Luck, too many things happened today and my mind is in a mess.

Ah Jing's state of mind is unstable now, and his cultivation is showing signs of declining.

I'll take him around for a bit, I wonder if Lord Miserable Miserable would be willing to give me this favor?"

The child was bullied, and the teacher, Meishen, was the leader.

He was not wronged. It was he who restricted his cultivation, it was he who sealed his Dantian, and it was he who stripped him of his clothes.

After bullying his apprentice like this, he threw him to the ground and said, "Hit him!"

Whoever wants to step on them can do so as much as they want, and whoever wants to bully them can do so in any way they want.

If Qi Jingyan had not been the one with the highest cultivation level, he would have been bullied to death long ago.

Whenever Ye Lige thought of Qi Jingyan's hopelessness in the face of all this, he felt heartbroken.

If there had been no suitable place to continue his studies after he dropped out of school, Ye Lige would have started slapping the god of bad luck a long time ago.

Now, the eldest senior brother said that Wu Du San Ren once owed him a big favor.

Ask for help in the Wuchang Temple in his name. Even if Wudu Sanren does not teach personally, he will always come up with a more reasonable solution.

The eldest senior brother has a lot of reputation, so Ye Lige is confident.

Although Wu Du Sanren is quite old, he is in very good spirits.

Since Qi Jingyan has become his disciple, isn't it impossible for him to teach his grandson on his behalf?

In the past, it would have been impossible to go to the Wuchang Temple in person.

There is no other reason. The poison of the Five Poisons Powder is so strong that even if no one is targeting you, just a yawn from you is enough to bring bad luck to a person for half his life.

Although Ye Lige is not afraid of poison, he dare not easily set foot in these places that almost concentrate all the negative influences in the world.

It’s different now. If the dignified Eastern God can’t even handle these things, he would be unworthy of being a God.

However, just as he reached the entrance of Wuchang Temple, he ran into an extremely handsome male cultivator.

Ye Lige, "If men all look like this, how can women survive?"

Although she is not fond of men, she is not blind.

Everyone loves beauty, so what’s wrong with taking a few glances?

What's going on?

It's annoying!

The handsome man landed in front of her, sniffed her nose hard, and asked shamelessly, "Fairy, do I look good?"

Yelige:......