Shock! The Evil Emperor actually pampered the entire cultivation world

Chu Yi lowered his eyes and looked at her for a while, his angular face looked like a mountain ghost in the night.

There was an undercurrent in his eyes. He suddenly raised his right hand and rubbed the back of his hand with distinct bones towards Yi Chi's face.

Yi Chi took a step back and dodged, looking at him warily, "What are you doing? Are you trying to hit someone?"

"Master asked me to come here to learn skills, not to suffer!"

The burning gazes of the court officials and students behind him turned back and forth, but his expression remained calm.

The last person who dared to yell at the Emperor had very tall grass on his grave. After all, this guy can't be beaten to death, so he will probably be slapped away.

They were just feeling sympathetic when they saw Chu Yi snort coldly and sneer. He raised his hand and flipped it over. The soul power in his palm was like a chain that grabbed Yi Chi's neck and pulled it again.

Yi Chi was easily strangled by Chu Yi, and his cold fingertips stroked her fragile throat, making her hair stand on end.

If he hadn't smelled the ambergris, Yi Chi would have felt like he was dreaming of the scene in the dreamland of the Thousand Caves yesterday.

The other person grabbed her neck domineeringly and said, "Zhu Jiu, we will be together in life and death, in heaven and on earth."

Fortunately, it didn't.

Chu Yi persistently rubbed the corner of Yi Chi's eyes with the back of his other finger, like rubbing pork. He said indifferently: "Why, you miss home after only being away from Mo Huaizun for a quarter of an hour?"

"Or is it Wenren Sejue?"

Yi Chi didn't know what nonsense he was talking about, but it felt uncomfortable when her eyes were rubbed. She stretched her neck to avoid it and raised her hand to grab his wrist.

He said fiercely, "Are you wiping your eye boogers?"

Chu Yi paused, probably stunned, and said nothing.

Yi Chi took the opportunity to escape, glaring at him and asking, "What's wrong with him liking to choke someone?"

The two were making a fuss here, and the Yueyao people behind them opened their mouths in shock. Even Xie Chao looked at Yi Chi with a look of awe.

It has been a hundred years, and this is the first time I have seen the Emperor allow someone to get close to him, and he is so tolerant, it can even be called special.

Master Li suppressed the corners of his mouth that were rising wildly, and looked at Yi Chi with kind and gentle eyes.

He excitedly whispered to Xie Chao, "Master Xie, I think the Emperor and Miss Yi Chi are a perfect match."

Xie Chao: “?”

His pupils trembled, and after a moment of hesitation, he said, "Master, they are uncle and nephew."

The Grand Master looked at him with a look of disdain, "Master Xie, how can you be more pedantic than an old man like me who is hundreds of years old? Alas."

Xie Chao: “…”

In the distance, Wenren Sejue watched this scene, his dark red eyes became darker, and red lines were swirling around his fingertips, as if he was going to snatch his puppet back in the next moment.

"How long will Xiao Yichi be gone? She won't be strangled to death by Chu Yi in the middle of the night, right?"

Mo Huaizun didn't even glance at it. He was lost in thought as he stared at the words on the Conferred God Stele. Hearing this, he said calmly, "Although Emperor Yueyao's methods are cruel, he always keeps his word and won't resort to violence. You can rest assured."

"Brother, you just accepted me as your disciple, but you have the heart to throw me to someone else the next day?"

Mo Huaizun frowned slightly, as if he didn't understand the meaning of the word "heartless" in the context, and said in a deep voice: "I am her master, sending her to practice will be beneficial and harmless, I am very happy to do so."

Wen Rense smiled noncommittally. He looked at the Monument of the Gods, his smile fading like a withered red flower. "Brother, do you think Zhu Jiu is lying to us even with his name?"

There was no ripple in Mo Huaizun's calm eyes, and he just talked about the matter, "Se Jue, I hope that the assumption that she had been emotional for a moment will not change anything about the current situation."

Wenren Sejue nodded, as if his soul had been sucked out, leaving only a gorgeous shell. He said calmly, "I know, it's just that living like this is a bit tiring."

Betrayed by his lover, all his relatives died, and his enemies were killed, he could not think of any meaning in the path of cultivation.

The seven beauties of Jueya, who were the best of their generation at that time, were all zombies when you looked closer.

……

The conversation was very brief, and the Sword Formation surrounding the Monument to the Gods was already set up.

Yi Chi was also squeezed in. In front of Jueya's disciples, she stood alongside the other chief true disciples, with the Lord at the front.

The sword formation consisted of over ten thousand people from all sects. They were neat and solemn, and everyone had a dignified expression. They held the sword in one hand and looked at the Monument to the Gods with eyes full of questioning and resistance.

Fortunately, it was a monument, otherwise a person would have been so scared that his legs would have gone limp.

Yi Chi looked at the Tianjiao Ranking and the Fengyun Ranking not far away with an unhappy look, as well as the most eye-catching Combat Power Ranking in the middle, which was as high as the Conferred God Ranking.

The battle power list is a ranking of the top battle powers in Jiuyou. The first one is shining with golden light and surpasses all the others - Xi Lingyi.

The material of the monument and its gold name are extremely similar to the Monument to the Gods, and it is unpleasant to the eye no matter how you look at it.

Those who are like me live, those who resemble me die.

There is no future in imitation!

She was thinking about from which angle she could strike down justice at night when no one was paying attention.

The various lords over there began to rebuke the Monument to the Gods in turn, their voices as loud as glaciers and as sharp and awe-inspiring as ice.

Xi Lingyi was dressed in plain white, and Mie Shuang's sword heart was extremely righteous, with the noble and elegant demeanor of a leader of the righteous path.

"Heaven and earth are merciless and treat all things as straw dogs."

"However, the Heavenly Dao has gone against the will of Heaven and made the Evil Emperor deify Him... causing the anger of all living beings in the Nine Netherworlds. We have formed a sword formation to reverse the Heavenly Dao and question Heaven. We respectfully ask the Heavenly Dao to revoke its order, abolish Jin Ming, and restore order!"

As soon as this started, the sword-wielding people pointed their swords to the sky and shouted angrily: "Set things right! Set things right!"

The wills of all living beings are more concentrated and stronger than ever before; they are invisible and formless, yet they seem to be slowly eroding and destroying the indestructible Monument to the Gods.

After the situation calmed down a little, the other lords began to enumerate Zhu Jiu's sins.

In the end, it's just about killing people, exterminating clans and plundering, it's the same old story.

Yi Chi stared at the stele in a daze with an expressionless face. He was used to hearing it anyway, so he didn't feel anything. He just thought in his heart that if the Star Lord was here, he didn't know how he would curse in her soul.

But he was not there, so I was the only one being scolded.

Then she thought again, the person being scolded was Zhu Jiu, so what did it have to do with Yi Chi?

As her thoughts were in disarray, she always felt that the monument in front of her seemed to have become a little brighter.

Just as he was about to observe carefully, he suddenly heard Xi Lingyi say: "You should all know that my life experience was rough. Although I am the descendant of the Guixu Lord of Penglai Fairy Island, I was stranded outside when I was young and was wasted for more than ten years by a small family."

When everyone heard the sudden change of topic, they all looked at Xi Lingyi.

Speaking of Xi Lingyi's life, it can be called a legend.

Her mother was of noble birth but fell in love with a genius from a smaller family. After being opposed, she eloped with him and died at the hands of an evildoer on the way. Only she, who was in her belly, survived and was rescued.

He fought back from the poisoned waste, refining elixirs, making talismans, setting up formations and contracting holy beasts.

Finally he traced his roots back to his roots and became the current leader, Lord Lingxiao.

She is capable, charismatic, and admired, and is regarded as a role model by countless people who have risen from ordinary people.

Compared to Zhu Jiu, this one is a role model praised by everyone. As a result, she has been sitting firmly on the top position for hundreds of years without any doubt.

But what does it mean to say this now?

"On my way here, I once encountered a great opportunity after surviving a life-threatening situation, and benefited a lot from it." Xi Lingyi paused here, with pride in his eyes.

"He comes from the divine world."