A tool spirit is a tool spirit, even if one has the same spiritual consciousness as a human, it is impossible to have the same cunning as a human.
Ye Lingyue was also exhausted after trapping and killing the wooden tripod piece spirit, especially just now that the wood tripod piece spirit had sucked a lot of her flesh and blood, her face at this moment was no different from that of white paper.
Ye Lingyue didn't even have the extra strength to digest and absorb the power of the Five Elements Wood that Qian Dingli had just refined.
Her body was weak, and she was about to fall to the ground. A pair of arms hugged her tightly.
The goal was Wu Zhong's eyes, a pair of haughty and cold eyes.
Ye Lingyue was in a daze, as if he saw a fleeting worry in his eyes.
Heh~ How is it possible, she must have read it wrong.
How could the Ghost Emperor, who murdered without blinking an eye, be worried about her.
"What's going on here? Those vines, and that piece of tripod just now..." Wu Zhong had a thousand words, and wanted to question Ye Lingyue, but seeing Ye Lingyue's dying appearance, these doubts also came to an end. becomes irrelevant.
"Leaving here, Yin Zhongtian will collapse."
This piece of Yinzhongtian in the Nirvana cauldron was originally constructed with the wooden tripod piece as the core. After it was refined by Ye Lingyue, this space would soon collapse.
The cave began to shake, and the rocks on the mountain wall kept falling, and within a quarter of an hour, the entire cave would collapse.
Wu Zhong stared at Ye Lingyue, and hugged her up by the waist.
"Wait, that coffin."
Although Ye Lingyue's whole body was so weak that she couldn't even lift a finger, she still looked pitiful, staring at the empty Yaojing coffin on the ground.
"..."
Wu Zhong really wanted to strangle Ye Lingyue to death.
The saying that people die for wealth and birds die for food, refers to people like Ye Lingyue.
With a long face, he violently threw Ye Lingyue into the coffin.
"Wu Zhong! How dare you throw me into the coffin!"
Unlucky, she doesn't want to use this coffin that the head of Taiyi has been lying in for thousands of years.
A moment earlier, Ye Lingyue, who still thought that Wu Zhong wasn't that bad after all, became angry again.
If it weren't for her being so weak right now, she would have poked a hundred or eighty holes in this bad-tempered and domineering man with her little Wuliang finger.
"Shut up, if you say one more word, I will dig a hole for you and bury you alive with this coffin."
Wu Zhong was full of resentment, this heartless woman was only thinking about the coffin.
God knows how nervous he was when he couldn't see her just now.
As soon as she heard the word "buried alive", Ye Lingyue immediately became quiet. Who knows if this moody man would really bury her.
The people outside Taiyimi still don't know about the changes that happened in Yinzhongtianli.
They didn't even know that the spirit of the wooden tripod piece, which was regarded as the artifact of the Taiyi Sect's Zhenpai, had been refined by Ye Lingyue.
In Taiyi Secret Realm, Bo Qing, Boss He and others, after days of chasing, finally found the location of the Nirvana Cauldron and the whereabouts of everyone in the Underworld Palace with the help of Xiao Wuya.
However, the whereabouts of several people in the Underworld Hall were strange, and they were tracked several times, but escaped several times.
After chasing all the way to the mountain gate of the Taiyi faction, near the exit of Jiejianchi, Bo Qing, Boss He and others managed to intercept the people from the Underworld Palace again.
"Hand over the Nirvana Cauldron."
Boqing stood in the air, and the Beidou Yuanling beside him was wrapped with silk threads, like a group of snakes dancing around, coiling around him.
The red robe fluttered in the wind, and the red lips with jade muscles made the thinness even more enchanting.
"What are you, dare to talk to me like that." The awe-inspiring male voice seemed to come from nine days away.
When they heard the male voice, the people in the Underworld were inexplicably surprised.
"Master Ghost Emperor!"
Xiaozhi yelled suddenly, and jumped up with a stride.
All I could hear was the Nirvana Ding Bang being opened.
Wu Zhong was naked, standing in the air, holding a coffin in his hand, and with the other hand, he grabbed Xiao Zhi who was about to run away.
Under the sunlight, that man appeared out of thin air like a god.
Stand against fickleness.
The ruthless pupils shrank, and he saw clearly the rumored man who stomped his feet and made the underworld forces in the mainland tremble.
Waxy skin, every muscle is perfectly lined, amber pupils.
Covered by a golden mask, her nose is like a mountain peak, straight and straight, and her thin lips of light cherry color outline a sexy and cool lip shape.
Her long black hair was flying wildly in the wind, and her tattered clothes didn't look a bit embarrassed.
Especially when he saw Wu Zhong's strong and lean muscles, Boqing instantly felt depressed.
This is a terrifying man who exudes the aura of a king just by standing there.
Seeing Wu Zhong's appearance, several people in the Underworld Temple worshiped him. In their eyes, Wu Zhong was their god.
Boss He, Huo Huo, and the others didn't dare to say anything, as if someone had grabbed their throats.
Only ruthless, not kneeling or worshiping, he is like a rose with thorns, opposing each other with Wu Zhong.
"Squeak (cry)"
Xiaozhi really wants to cry, why is it so old and always falls into the hands of this terrible man.
Why, Wu Zhong was the only one who realized that Hong Shisan, whom he was thinking of, did not appear together.
"Thirteen, why are you alone? Where did you hide Thirteen?"
"Thirteen?"
Even though he knew that Hong Shisan was just Ye Lingyue's pseudonym, but hearing a sissy whispering the name of the woman he liked so affectionately, Wu Zhong felt very uncomfortable.
He suddenly had an evil thought.
"She's in a coffin."
In the coffin
The eyes of Boss He and the flame old woman were all focused on the coffin in Wu Zhong's hand.
Xiaozhiyo and Xiaowuya were also stunned.
Especially Xiaozhi, it looked at the coffin, it felt a little weird no matter how you looked at it.
His expression instantly changed from surprise to grief, and then to despair, and he rushed forward angrily.
"He's dead! How could he die? It's you, you're the one who killed him!" Bo Qing let out a low growl, with despair and grief swirling around him, a force of vitality swirled around him.
When Wu Zhong saw that elemental force, he snorted coldly.
It seems that this dude of the Demon Sect has some strength.
With one step forward, Bo Qing slammed his fists fiercely at Bo Qing.
When both fists landed, Wu Zhong's eyes darkened, and a burst of vitality burst out from his body, which bounced back the flinty feelings.
"Without the protection of the Lingbao and the Heartless Sect, you are just a worthless piece of trash." Wu Chong's words coldly tossed the ruthlessness to pieces, but he had nothing to do, just because his strength was not as good as Wu Zhong's. Heavy.
"Young Sect Master, you are not his opponent." Seeing that something was going wrong, the old flame woman controlled her fickleness, for fear that he would do anything to send her to death again.