Greedy for life and afraid of death, he uses Lingxiu and Moxiu as shields.
Even in the Nether Realm, there were two people who were pushed into the mouth of the ghost by him.
Such a coward would actually be the young master of their Nether Realm.
Compared to Di Ming Jue, who is at the peak of his age in Jiyu, and that heir who is only seven years old but is treated differently by Mozun.
If they were Demon Lords, they wouldn't marry their daughters to such people.
Everyone couldn't help shaking their heads in disappointment.
Even Yu Chen's attitude towards Yin Yuanyi became more and more indifferent and impatient.
Yin Yuanyi's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were about to explode.
He gritted his teeth and stared at Mu Liuyun, and said via voice transmission: "That's what you said, seeing how heavy their casualties are, I'll reap the benefits?!"
Mu Liuyun smiled lowly: "Young master, don't worry! Hasn't the fun started yet?"
He slowly stretched out his hand, and handed a small black porcelain bottle to Yin Yuanyi: "Young master, just pour the contents of this bottle on the two dead ghosts quietly. I promise, you will get it soon." Get what you want."
Yin Yuanyi took the bottle and looked suspiciously.
There are no fluctuations of spiritual power on it, and there are no traces of runes.
It's like, it's just an ordinary porcelain bottle.
Yin Yuanyi frowned: "What is this?"
"Hehe, I've said it before, this is a good thing that can make the young master's wishes come true."
Yin Yuanyi glanced outside the barrier.
At this time, more and more ghouls fell from the crack.
It is so dense that it almost fills up this piece of land.
Even under the abyss, ghouls would fall down from time to time.
But the strange thing is that only the corpses of the two fourth-order ghouls are empty.
Those low-level ghouls naturally took a detour as if they were afraid of something.
Yin Yuanyi said angrily, "Why don't you pour it yourself?"
With so many ghouls outside, he didn't even want to get out of the Formless Formation.
Mu Liuyun curled his lips mockingly.
This kind of idiot, if not because of his special status, would still be useful.
He didn't even want to talk about it.
There was no emotion on the face, and the smile was still gentle and feminine, "If the young master is worried about being entangled by ghosts, you only need to take this elixir that temporarily hides your breath."
Mu Liuyun took out a small pill and gave it to Yin Yuanyi.
There was a hint of delusion in the low voice: "Whether it is the Jiyu or the Demon Race, they all look down on you so much and humiliate you so unscrupulously. Young Master, don't you want to push them into hell with your own hands, and then stand by and admire them?" Crying bitterly, crying in despair?"
Yin Yuanyi's eyes were suddenly blurred and resentful, and he murmured: "That's right! I will push them into hell with my own hands! I want them to know the fate of Yin Yuanyi who offended me."
He swallowed the pill in one gulp, clenched the porcelain bottle in his hand, and quietly left the barrier under the cover of Mu Liuyun.
…
"The Great Compassion Temple is in the far east, how could Master Jingyuan come to the southwest?"
"Amitabha." Jing Yuan smiled slightly, with a bit of nostalgia on his handsome face, "The poor monk heard about the news of his brother, so he came here to look for it."
Old Chang was startled when he heard this.
Everyone in the world knows that Bodhidharma of the Great Compassion Temple had three disciples.
The smallest is net far.
The biggest one is the person in power in the true sense of Dabei Temple [Zen Master Shanhui].
But the second apprentice's Dharma name [Wu Che] disappeared many years ago.
So far no one knows where he went.