Although he was disdainful, Su Yi was not careless.

After all, it is an ancient evil spirit, which can be sealed in the body of the sword and is immortal. The power it masters is destined to be no trivial matter.

Su Yi's eyes are deep, and he whispers in his heart, it's time to end...

When a battle reaches the trump card, there is no point in continuing.

On Shuyun Lake, the blood-colored demon was filled with mist.

Shhh!

I saw Huo Tiandu's soul swept out of the broken body, and then jumped into the scarlet and demonic ancient sword of Netherfrost.

"Kill!"

Suddenly, the sword seemed to come alive all at once, driven by the power of Huo Tiandu's soul, it rose into the sky and slashed towards Su Yi.

Boom!

On the shore of the lake, I don't know how many monks were pale and panicked.

In their field of vision, in the blood-colored haze, there is an unparalleled evil sword energy in the sky, and vaguely, there seems to be an evil god-like phantom laughing wantonly, fierce and powerful.

Just watching from a distance can make people feel hopeless.

In the tea shed, Weng Jiu couldn't hold back any longer, his figure rose out of thin air and wanted to rush into the lake for rescue.

Just then

Clang!

Weng Jiu's heart trembled, and the figure standing on the ground froze.

In a trance, he seemed to see that in the middle of Shuyun Lake, Su Yi's tall figure suddenly became tall and boundless.

But in him, there is an indescribable invisible power emerging.

Just like the gods above the swordsmanship, with the heavenly constitution in his mouth, he controls the sun and the moon, and oppresses the heavens!

It is the existence of Weng Jiu, and there is an uncontrollable sense of horror and awe in his heart.

But in just an instant, all the perceptions and sights disappeared, and a roar sounded on Shuyun Lake.

Boom!

The blood-colored haze covering the void seemed to be torn apart by an invisible storm and disintegrated without a trace.

In the middle of the lake, the wicked sword energy that was surging into the sky was shattering section by section, disintegrating like a foam, and disappearing.

The night was dark.

There is no autumn wind, no autumn rain.

The dark night became the background color of Shuyun Lake again.

In the dim lights and shadows, people can vaguely see that in the middle of the lake, there is only a lone figure standing on the ground.

This person is naturally Su Yi.

He lowered his head and looked at his right hand.

In the body of the sword, the spirit of Huo Tiandu, the great elder of Yuntian Divine Palace, is extremely weak, like a candle after burning, it has overdrawn all vitality and is about to disappear.

"You are not as good as me in the competition of strength, and you are also not as good as me in the competition of trump cards, and you still want to kill me Su Yi with your own life, are you... worthy?"

Su Yi whispered, with a trace of disdain in his eyes.

Huo Tiandu muttered with relief and bitterness from the sword body: "To die under such power, this old man has no regrets..."

Su Yidan

Indifferently: "This is my strength."

"Really, if so, why are you only in the Yuanfu realm?"

Huo Tiandu mocked, like hearing a big joke.

Su Yi sighed, showing pity, "If it was before, ants like you would not be qualified to give me a face."

Huo Tiandu wanted to say something, but it was too late.

His spirit began to dissipate, dimmed like a rain of light, and then turned into nothingness.

"My lord, I am willing to surrender and be a slave!"

"An evil spirit, and delusional desire to be my slave? It's really... beautiful."

Su Yi laughed.

He raised his hand.

With a snort, the ancient sword of Netherfrost trembled violently, and the evil spirit inside was completely sealed.

He was not interested in the origin of this evil spirit.

No way, in the past life, he looked down on this kind of spirit body born in the power of filth and sin.

"It's a good sword."

Su Yi put away the Ancient Frost Sword.

As for the evil spirit, naturally it can't be wasted, just give it to the Netherflame Sparrow as food.

Su Yi turned around and walked towards the lake.

The clouds and rain in the night sky dissipated, revealing a bright star.

The war is over, and near Shuyun Lake, it seems to restore the tranquility of the past.

At the tea shed, seeing the tall figure coming from Ling Bo, Weng Jiu just woke up from a dream and recovered from the shock.

He subconsciously greeted him and said, "Are you okay, fellow Daoist?"

If you look closely, this old man who made Mrs. Huanxi Sharou bow her head in awe just by showing her face, when she faced Su Yi at this moment, there was already a trace of respect in her expression!

Before, when he faced Su Yi, no matter how humble and submissive he behaved, it was just out of courtesy, because he wanted to ask Su Yi.

Deep down, she only regards Su Yi as a junior, and regards Su Yi as a rare genius of the younger generation.

But now, Weng Jiu's attitude is completely different!

Su Yi knew the reason.

However, he never cared about this, and said, "Have you seen the previous battle?"

Weng Jiu nodded, he thought that Su Yi wanted him to comment on this battle, and was preparing to formulate some words.

I saw Su Yi said: "Well, please go and pack up the spoils. When you and your master go to Qingyun Xiaoju tomorrow, you can bring them to me."

In this big summer, who, except the Lord, would dare to call oneself like this?

But this kid is not polite at all! His demeanor and words were still so casual, could it be that in his eyes, he was just a... errand?

"Good."

Weng Jiu took a deep breath and suppressed the depression in his heart.

"Are there any chariots?"

Su Yi asks again.

He has just experienced a war, and he is also very exhausted. Naturally, he can't walk when he can take a car.

Weng Jiu smiled bitterly in his heart, but, this kid hit the snake with the stick, and he became more and more rude when calling him.

But there is no way, he has no reason to refuse, and said: "Fellow Daoist just need to go along this street, and within a moment, there will be a treasure chariot coming to pick you up."

"Thank you."

Su Yi turned and walked into the distance.

"Oh, this brat who is so arrogant to the bone actually gives thanks?

It's a nice thing to say. "

Weng Jiu felt a little more comfortable in her heart.

"That's right."

Su Yi stopped suddenly, as if remembering something.

"What else do you want to tell fellow Daoists?"

Weng Jiu asked.

Seeing Su Yi pointing at the xylophone on the table, he said, "I personally give you a sincere suggestion, you are not suitable for a rhythm, don't play the piano in the future, otherwise it will be a waste of money. That's a good tune."

Speaking, he had his hands behind his back and strode away.

Weng Jiu, who was left with only black lines, was so embarrassed and ashamed.

This kid, what a poisonous mouth!

"God! The Great Elder of Yuntian Shrine has passed away!"

I don't know how many people were shocked and dumbfounded.

"How terrifying was that last blow, how could it be blocked? How sacred is that young robed boy?"

There are also many people who are speculating about Su Yi's identity, but without exception, they are all confused.

The more this is the case, the more mysterious and irresistible it becomes.

"Tomorrow's Jiuding City, I'm afraid there will be an uproar because of this!"

There are elders who speak for themselves.

One of the supreme elders of the Huo clan.

Such a monstrous man died on the Shuyun Lake tonight!

You don't have to think about it at all, this matter is destined to cause a sensation in the world and make the entire cultivation world tremble!

On the top floor of a pavilion not far from Shuyun Lake.

"No, it's impossible! It's impossible!"

Huo Mingyuan, the patriarch of the Huo clan, was full of grief and anger, with blue veins bursting on his forehead.

He was wearing a purple robe, with a dignified appearance and great majesty, but at this time he seemed extremely rude.

Besides him, the faces of all the Huo Clan's bigwigs were gloomy.

When the previous battle was staged, they were watching from a distance.

But no one thought that in the end, Huo Tiandu lost his sword at the cost of his life!

This makes them unacceptable for a moment.

"This...how can I explain it to the sect!"

A middle-aged man in a Chinese robe with a mustache and long hair like ink beat his chest and feet, and his expression was full of grief and anger.

Yu Fenghe.

The fourth-ranked elder in the inner gate of Yuntian Divine Palace, a person who existed in the early stage of Spirit Transformation.

Beside him, there was a sturdy and sturdy man named Nie Yingshan, also from Yuntian Shrine.

At this time, the faces of the two big figures in Yuntian Shrine became more ugly than the other.

There was a quarrel between the top management of Yuntian Shrine about whether to deal with Su Yi for several days.

In the end, under the presence of the third elder "Jinghai Zhenjun", Huo Tiandu agreed to take someone to Jiuding City to kill Su Yi.

But who would have thought that Huo Tiandu, a world-famous mid-stage existence, would die in the hands of a Yuanfu-level youth tonight?

The atmosphere is depressing.

These adults who are like overlords in the eyes of secular monks are all like mourning concubines!

Suddenly, a big man in the Huo family said with murderous aura, "Or, if we don't do it, let's take action together now to kill this little beast like Su Yi?"

ps: As long as nothing happens, the normal update of Goldfish is every day at 10:00 am and 6:00 pm.