On that day, Mo Qingchou's strength spread the news.

The ancient Taoist traditions distributed in the world were the first to know the news and could not help but fall into a great commotion.

When the battle of Jikong Temple ended, Su Yi promised that whoever killed the power of the tailor would get his help and shatter the cursed power on his body.

But at the beginning, most of the Taikoo Taoists were dismissive and unwilling to be used as a spearman by Su Yi, thinking that simply capturing Su Yi would be enough to solve all problems.

Until later, with the battle of Zixiaotai, the immemorial Taoists in the world were deeply aware of Su Yi's horror, and they dared not act rashly.

Some Taikoo Taoists even regretted not being able to cooperate with Su Yi.

And now, the opportunity has come!

In addition, even Mo Qingchou and other noble descendants of the immortals expressed their opinion that in order to help Su Yi find the whereabouts of the tailor, he did not hesitate to take out an immortal weapon in return!

No one is surprised?

"Right now, after the battle of Zixiaotai and Jinxia Shenshan, the prestige of this spectator has already reached an unprecedented height, even those of us ancient Taoists have to re-examine this person, Don't dare to act rashly."

Akagi Road Gate.

An old antique whispered, "At this time, if you can use the matter of looking for a tailor to improve your relationship with the watcher, it's not a bad thing."

As soon as these words came out, they were echoed by many people.

They are Chicheng Daomen, and they have never been enemies with Su Yi. If they can take this matter to express the kindness from their sect, they will definitely have the opportunity to get help from Su Yi in the future.

"But what if we can't find the tailor?"

Someone is confused.

"It's one thing to not find it, as long as you look for it carefully, I believe that Su Yi will be able to understand the goodwill from our Chicheng Daomen."

The old antique said softly, "Even if Su Yi doesn't appreciate it, it doesn't mean anything to us."

Everyone nodded.

There are not a few Taikoo Taoists who have similar ideas with Chicheng Taomen, and they have never made enemies with Su Yi. When they learned about the conditions that Su Yi offered, they all decided to give it a try.

So, on the same day, Chicheng Daomen and some other ancient Daoists expressed their attitudes to the outside world and were willing to help in this matter!

The ancient Taoist traditions like the Magic Sword Immortal Tower, Huangquan Magic Mountain, Tianyin Immortal Gate, and Nanli Pure Land never paid attention to this matter.

They once had a feud with Su Yi and suffered heavy casualties in the battle of Zixiaotai. They had already hated Su Yi to the core, so how could they help Su Yi?

"Is that woman Mo Qingchou crazy? Otherwise, how can she express her stance to help the Su? Does she not know that we and the Su have a mortal hatred?!"

Fu Dongli's face was gloomy.

Not long ago, a group of immortals was held, and a group of descendants of immortals and the top group of Taikoo Dao participated together, and they discussed how to clean up Su Yi.

At that time, many descendants of immortals and ancient Taoists had expressed their opinions. Within half a year, if Su Yi did not bow his head and surrender, he would be killed.

But now it's better, Mo Qingchou, who was the leader in holding the group of immortals, has changed his attitude and made a clear statement to help Su Yi!

How can this make Fu Dongli not angry?

"Young Master, let go of his anger, Mo Qingchou did this just to exchange for a chance to break the curse on his body."

An old slave whispered, "Those immemorial forces who choose to help must have the same thoughts. In the final analysis, it is just a transaction."

"All this does not mean that Mo Qingchou and those ancient Taoists will form an alliance with Na Su Yi."

"If they dare

We will not agree, and the dead souls of the whole world will not agree! "

After listening, Fu Dongli nodded.

This is true, as long as Su Yi has the power of reincarnation, he is destined to be regarded as a public enemy by the world's dead spirits!

Mo Qingchou can choose to trade with Su Yi.

But if Mo Qingchou dares to choose to form an alliance with Su Yi, he will surely suffer hostility from all the dead souls in the world, and even Mo Qingchou may not be able to bear the consequences!

The same is true for other Taikoo traditions!

The hidden place.

A place almost unknown to the world.

This is also a retreat for the tailor.

The tailor is enjoying tea.

He has decided to stay in seclusion for a while, look down on the situation, and wait for the next opportunity to deal with Su Yi.

As the master in the dark, the tailor has always been patient, even if it takes a long time, he can wait.

However, the tailor knows very well that with the drastic changes in the world, there is no need to wait too long. Su Yi, who masters reincarnation, is destined to be liquidated!

"The Great Master of Juxia Realm will be born one after another, and even the deceased spirits at the level of immortals will wake up one after another. From now on, in this world, a group of heroes will compete for the deer, and you, the master... is the deer."

"Even if I don't do it, you will die."

The Tailor Whisper.

He took a cup of tea and tasted it comfortably.

"Lord, the news has just come, and there is a drastic change in the outside world!"

An old slave walked over with a gloomy face.

"What upheaval?"

The tailor asked casually.

The old slave quickly said: "In the battle of Jinxia Sacred Mountain, the ancient Taoist family Yun family was defeated.

The tailor squinted his eyes, and suddenly felt that the tea in his hand had no taste at all.

"I'm sure that the Yun family will hate me to the core, thinking that it was I who leaked the events of the past, which led the Guanzhu to kill their Yun family."

The tailor rubbed his forehead and remembered one thing, "How many dark lines are we left in the outside world?"

The old slave said solemnly: "Reporting to the Lord, according to your order not long ago, the old slave has cut off all the connections distributed to the outside world, and currently there are only three hidden lines left to obey the order, Gather information."

The tailor said without hesitation, "Cut these three hidden lines immediately!"

The old slave was surprised and said: "Lord, if this is the case, we will lose all control over the outside world. If something unfavorable happens to us, it is destined to be passive..."

The tailor said indifferently: "Remember, never underestimate Guanzhu, those old fellows of the Yun family are bound to pull me into the water when they encounter such a big disaster, I suspect... Guanzhu has already received advice from Yun Changhong. I learned some secrets about us there!"

The old slave's face suddenly changed, and his back was cold.

"Aren't you going?"

The tailor frowned.

The old slave hurriedly said: "Lord, there is another matter."

Speaking, he offered Su Yi a condition, asking Mo Qingchou and a group of Taikoo Taoists to help find the tailor, and tell them all about it.

But it's different now.

Su Yi made a direct offer to use the power of those ancient Taoists to deal with him!

This undoubtedly means that as long as he dares to come into contact with those ancient Taoists in the future, he will most likely be directly betrayed by those ancient Taoists!

"Fighting snakes and hitting seven inches, killing people should be killing people. You watch the master's first strike, but it's a beautiful game."

The Tailor Whisper.

The voice has grown dark and cold.

"Then I will completely hide, cut off all contact with the outside world, until a year later, go and see if your spectator is still alive!"

The tailor makes the decision.

According to his prediction, within a year, those immortal-level dead spirits will definitely be able to walk in the world.

"That's right."

Suddenly, the tailor remembered something, and his face became solemn, "Quhe, there is one thing, I need you to do it yourself."

Hearing the Lord calling his name, the old slave realized the seriousness of the situation, he couldn't help being shocked, and said solemnly: "Please also ask the Lord."

"Bring three Shenyin Guards to the Shendu Star Realm for a walk."

The tailor took a deep breath, took out a piece of jade slip, and handed it over, "Wait until the Astral Realm of God Capital, and act according to the instructions in the jade slip."

The Guardian!

The old slave named Qu He couldn't help taking a deep breath and said: "My lord, Shenyinwei is our trump card that we have hidden for many years. You once said that when it is not a matter of life and death, we will never Use, don't you say..."

The tailor frowned and interrupted coldly: "Qu He, you're talking too much, go ahead."

Qu He trembled all over, he didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and took his order away.

Until the figure of Qu He disappeared, the tailor sat there alone, his expression uncertain.

After a long time, he sighed lightly: "I hope...it won't be as serious as I thought..."

Night.

Shendu Star Realm and Mingzhou.

In a brightly lit bustling city.

A monk with bare feet and sackcloth and a hat on his head sat quietly in a tea shop.

The storyteller of the tea shop is spitting about a legendary deed related to the spectator, a story from a long time ago.

The monk listened with great interest, and at the front of his clothes, there was a breath of forbidden printing power lingering silently.

Suddenly, an ordinary-looking man in black came over, looked the monk up and down, and then slowly sat opposite the monk.

"My lord has already ordered that we will no longer accept the task. Please come back, friends."

The man in black said softly.

The monk said with a gentle expression: "The poor monk is here to see your family."

The man in black frowned: "Why?"

The monk clasped his hands together and said softly, "Alchemy."

The man in black froze for a moment, frowned, and said angrily: "What kind of fate, do you think my family is a good person, or do you think I'm a fool?"

When he spoke, he got up and left.

This monk is too weird, obviously wrong!

The man in black noticed something was wrong and decided to evacuate immediately.

Just as he walked out of the tea shop, a voice full of sympathy and compassion rang in his ears:

The face of the man in black suddenly changed, and he was about to use an escape method to escape.

I never thought about it, the neck was directly grabbed by a big hand, unable to move.

Looking up, the monk was looking at him with a kind smile.