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

Ye Lige directly sealed the Dantian and sea of ​​consciousness of Lord Liangfeng, making him unable to speak or move, and he was not even qualified to die.

She originally had no intention of paying attention to Wanhua. She thought that a young cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage was not worthy of her attention.

Without the system, Wanhua is nothing.

He has no qualifications and no cultivation. To pay attention to him is tantamount to lowering your own value.

The only person they wanted to take away was the Lord of Liangfeng, who was at the middle level of the Lord realm. Even if he was not the backbone of the force, they could still extract some information from him.

Originally, this person was planning to detonate his Dantian. How could Ye Lige let him do as he wished?

But if a person wants to commit suicide, eight horses can't pull him back.

After seeing Meishen and others, Wanhua jumped up before Ye Lige could say anything.

Pointing at Ye Lige, he said loudly: "Master, please save me. I am worried about you, so I would like to ask this Lord Liangfeng to go to Wuchang Temple with me to ask for help.

But this woman arrested the disciples and others without any reason.

Master, Grandmaster, and Uncle Master, I am a filial disciple. Heaven and earth can bear witness to this. Please make the decision for me!"

Wan Hua felt that everything he said and did was flawless. After saying this, he glanced at Ye Lige with great pride.

I thought to myself, “Even if I have some skills, can I compare to my master and grandmaster?

Damn woman, you are dead!"

Until this time, Wan Hua still thought that Ye Lige captured him just to avenge Qi Jingyan.

But he didn't notice that Lord Liangfeng closed his eyes in despair.

"There aren't that many systems in total, why did you choose such an idiot as the host?

Did he come in through the backdoor, or is he someone's clone?"

The scene was unprecedentedly quiet, and you could hear a pin drop.

Wu Du San Ren rolled his eyes in surprise: Who accepted me as his disciple?

Why pick on someone you can't mess with, so why pick on the one you can't mess with?

Wouldn’t this cause trouble for me?

In the past, because I couldn't see through Ye Lige's cultivation level and saw that she was still young, I still had a lucky mentality.

At this point, after reality had taught him a bitter lesson, he just wanted to keep a low profile.

What's more, there is Chaos, that evil guy with a black heart and lungs who is always ready to take a bite of him.

The God of Disaster blinked twice and dodged back, showing with his actions that he didn't know this fool.

It is the same idea as his master's. When did such a fool appear in our Wuchang Sect?

However, the God of Luck had dealt with Ye Lige several times, and although they were not very pleasant, he felt that she was a reasonable person.

At least, I won't take my anger out on others.

He stepped forward and said, "Evil disciple, how dare you say that this fairy wants to frame you?"

Wan Hua crawled two steps on his knees, came to the God of Mold, and said aggrievedly: "My filial piety to my master is evident to the sun and the moon, and the heaven and earth can bear witness to it."

If you insist on being framed, there will still be room for maneuver in the future.

If worst comes to worst, the system can still help you escape from here.

Of course, Wanhua did not realize the seriousness of the matter at this time.

He also didn't realize that the system had already left him long ago.

His consent was not obtained when the binding was first made, so his consent is naturally not required when it disappears.

“Haha,” the God of Mold laughed instead of getting angry, “I have mentioned to you youngsters before that I have a second disciple named Meidan’er, right?”

Wan Hua didn't know why the God of Miserables mentioned a dead person, but he still responded readily, "Yes!"

The God of Mold said word by word: "He offended the Fire Fairy!"

So, he was slapped to death.

Wanhua only felt his whole body cold, and the blood in his body almost solidified.

The God of Mold turned around and stopped looking at him, saying calmly: "You are unfilial and unfraternal, and you are always stirring up trouble. This temple is too small to tolerate you.

I hereby report to the master and expel you from the sect from now on."

I thought to myself: We are just master and disciple, this is all I can do.

If you're smart, flee from here before the senior opens his mouth.

Wanhua, however, could not understand the Lord Mold God's painstaking efforts and stood stubbornly where he was. With his qualifications and physique, it would be difficult for him to gain a foothold in the God Realm.

More importantly, he kept calling for it but never got a response from the system.

Not to mention a response, there wasn't even the slightest movement.

This made him even more panicked, but at the same time, more determined not to leave.

"Master, what did I do wrong?

Master, you can’t abandon your disciple! "

The God of Bad Luck turned and left, no longer paying any attention to him.

Qi Jingyan walked over with a tense face. He had just woken up from the illusion and his face was still a little pale.

"Which hand?"

Wanhua was confused. Which hand?

Qi Jingyan ignored him and reached out to slap Wanhua hard. Wanhua screamed and fell to the ground in pain.

One arm, the arm pointing at Ye Lige, was completely disabled and turned into powder in an instant.

Ye Lige didn't even blink, and was thinking about saying something else when the jade transmission channel that was in direct contact with Ancestor Ye Xuan began to vibrate violently.

As soon as it was activated, the excited voice of Patriarch Ye Xuan was heard, "Ye Zi, did something happen to you?"

Ye Lige originally wanted to take Lord Liangfeng to Tianwaitian in person, but since Ancestor Ye Xuan had already connected to the communication jade book, there was no need for that.

With a tap of the finger, it switched to a visual light curtain.

The image of Patriarch Ye Xuan seemed to have fallen from the sky and suddenly appeared in the air in the hall.

Wu Du San Ren didn't even raise his head, he knelt directly, "Junior Wu Du San Ren, greetings to the senior!"

Even though it was just a vague image, its pressure was beyond the reach of a mere god like him.

Ye Lige briefly recounted the current situation, and finally pointed at Liangfeng Shenjun and Wanhua, and said seriously: "These two drove five systems to break into the temple."

Patriarch Ye Xuan asked, "Where is the system?"

Ye Lige: "It's ruined."

Patriarch Ye Xuan, "Are you coming back now?"

Ye Lige shook his head, "Some things need to be handled by the younger generation personally."

After the God of Mold recovers, he will definitely go to the Beichen Small Realm as soon as possible to subdue his inner demons and the power attached to them.

This was just something that was expected, and Ye Lige had no intention of interfering at first.

The demons in your heart are also part of your body.

It’s such a simple thing to take it back and refine it.

But after experiencing the illusion, Ye Lige changed his mind.

Luo Xuezang could use a shadow in the illusion to activate his willpower, and with this little bit of magical power, he almost stewed the Five Poisons Wanderer.

The thief is still determined and will do it again. She doesn't care what Luo Xuezang's real purpose is.

However, the highest level of cultivation in the Beichen small world is only the Spirit Transformation Realm, and it cannot withstand such a torment.

Just in case, Ye Lige decided to go to Beichen Small World.

Patriarch Ye Xuan did not ask why, and directly said: "Then send him over here."

Intuition tells me that this Lord of Cool Wind will be a breakthrough.

Then, everyone saw that Ye Lige waved her hand and directly stuffed Lord Liangfeng into the round mirror-sized transmission jade tablet, and then disappeared.

Patriarch Ye Xuan was not in a hurry to leave, but he rarely looked at Wan Hua seriously.

Ye Lige, "Ancestor, is there anything wrong?"

Patriarch Ye Xuan said coldly, "This boy will bring disaster to our sect!"

Wu Du San Ren stole a glance at Patriarch Ye Xuan and was shocked, "Oh my, isn't this one of the ancestral gods in the Temple of Merit?

The Ye family? Oh, ancestor Ye Xuan! "

My heart was pounding. I never thought that I would be able to see the living ancestor god in my lifetime.

I got angry when I heard this out of the blue.

"What? Someone wants to kill me. How can this be tolerated?"

Is it easy to support the Wuchang Temple with so much effort?

Without saying much, he flicked his sleeves and slapped down.

Unexpectedly, a young cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage suddenly surged with momentum and was able to forcibly block the palm strike from the powerful Divine Lord.

Wan Hua was very anxious and shouted, "Master, please save me. I did nothing and I am innocent."

Even at this point, he is still feeling wronged!

However, at this moment, even the God of Disaster, who had been eating melon seeds and watching the fun, became serious for a rare time.

When the Five Poisons Wanderer attacked, even his eldest disciple couldn't dodge it, but a mere Nascent Soul actually dodged it.

Although Wu Du San Ren only used half of his strength, it was already incredible.

Ye Lige was also shocked, "Oh, I was wrong!"

In other words, she had never seen small roles like Wanhua.

"Ancestor, what's going on?"

Before Patriarch Ye Xuan could say anything, a young man appeared out of nowhere. Others didn't know him, but Ye Lige knew him. This man was the God Ning Yuan.

Ning Yuantian didn't say much and pressed his hand down.

Wanhua began to struggle desperately like a fish out of water.

Although it was just a phantom with less than one thousandth of the real body's power, Wanhua was not able to break free with his cultivation level.

But the strange thing was that Wanhua actually broke free.

Covered in blood and breathing heavily, he begged the God of Miserables for help with a strong desire to survive, "Master, please save me. I will listen to you in the future, never stir up trouble again, and never make things difficult for my senior brother again."

This scene was so weird that Wu Du San Ren felt the hairs on his body stand up.

A strange feeling that I hadn't felt in many years came over me.

I thought to myself, "Where did this evil disciple Lao San get this freak from?"

Patriarch Ye Xuan raised his eyebrows calmly, "Ye Zi, do you understand?"

Ye Lige raised his hand and dispersed the aura that was gathering on Wanhua's head, and said in a calm voice: "Grandmaster, I understand!"

Wu Du Sanren & his other two evil disciples: ...We don’t understand, what should we do?

No one noticed that Ye Lige made any big moves. They just saw a flame carrying the power of heaven and earth pop out from her fingertips, which quickly leaped over and burned Wanhua into a fire man.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Wanhua disappeared from this world.

At the same time, the sealed Luo Xuezang roared in pain, "Ningyuan, old man, the day I break the seal will be the day of your death."

Although it was a boast, both the huge head and half of the body were shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ye Lige felt that he still had too little experience. If it weren't for his ancestors and the God Ning Yuan, he would have let Wanhua, this big fish, go.

Who would have thought that the stupid and evil Wanhua was not only a disaster body, but also Luo Xuezang's clone.

Although the memories belonging to Luo Xuezang have not yet awakened, it is not a reason to forgive myself.

Dahei had his own ideas and concluded his speech by saying, "No wonder they specifically targeted Ajing!"

Then, he unceremoniously handed Wu Du San Ren a platinum card and said, "Here!"

Wu Du San Ren didn't dare to take his things. How could he dare to accept Chaos's things?

So he said, "The seniors not only cleared the inner demons for the evil disciple, but also helped us to clear the door and the traitors. How can I have the nerve to ask for their money?"

Dahei rolled his eyes twice and squinted at me, "You old fellow, do you also know that we have helped you a lot?"

Wu Du San Ren, "I dare not forget!"

Thinking of the scenes in the illusion, he felt a pain at the base of his tail. Anyway, he didn't dare to provoke this person.

Dahei, "Please top up 500 million high-grade immortal crystals for me first?"

I'm giving you money. Do you really think you're dreaming of marrying a wife?

"Five hundred million?"

The God of Disaster exclaimed, although they were all gods, not everyone was rich.

Especially in their Wuchang Temple, the master and his disciples don’t have any side jobs to make money, so their lives are really not fulfilling.

Although we are not so poor that we have to worry about money, who would be willing to spend such a large sum of money?

Upon hearing the rebuke from his unfilial eldest disciple, Wu Du San thought to himself, "This is bad news!"

Sure enough, Dahei bared his teeth and said, "You think it's too little, right?

That’s right, as a great God, isn’t 500 million a bit of a humiliation to you?

How about one billion?"

Wu Du San Ren quickly stomped on the God of Disaster who was about to speak, and kept saying, "I will transfer the money to you!"

By the way, he glared at his good disciple and thought to himself, "What a talkative person! If you say one more word, do you believe that Dahei can make two billion?"

Based on his understanding of Chaos, it is entirely possible.