Dedicate One’s Mind

Mo Wuya's figure is real and real, it is difficult to distinguish between true and false, his movements are erratic, and he constantly uses teleportation methods, making it difficult for his spiritual sense to lock onto him.

Yun Shifeng took off a golden hairpin from the top of his head, divided his fingernail into ten sections, and shot it towards Mo Wuya's phantom and real body, intending to find out where the real body was.

The golden hairpin seemed to come from an unknown place. No matter how much Mo Wuya dodged, he could not escape the pursuit. The phantom collapsed at the first touch, leaving only a figure. Not only was it not scattered, but it sped away. Yun Shifeng's eyes were fixed and he hurriedly chased after him. .

"Good skill." Wu Yi couldn't help but praise when he saw this scene, but who was he praising? It turned into a gentle wind and chased towards nowhere. It was time to retrieve the belongings that originally belonged to him.

Mo Wuya traveled thousands of miles and when he saw no one behind him, he couldn't help but curse: "A bunch of two-legged sheep want to catch me, haha, you idiot."

Mo Wuya landed on a desolate island in the Chaotic Soul Sea. These islands and reefs may be submerged by the stagnant water of the Chaotic Soul Sea at any time. They cannot stay for a long time, but there is no harm in staying temporarily. They can arrange legal restrictions and recover.

The method of stealing the sky and changing the sun that he used before, although he was able to get rid of Yun Shifeng and others, it also consumed a lot of energy and energy. He was exhausted and needed to rest.

A quarter of an hour later, Wu Yi arrived here. Before, he did not dare to get too close for fear of being noticed by the sensitive Mo Wuya, so he had to hang far away. Now it seems that Mo Wuya is hiding here.

Wu Yi glanced down and was very disdainful of the legal restraint arranged by Mo Wuya. It was rough and silent. He easily avoided the legal restraint and saw Mo Wuya inside.

Wu Yun and Six Thieves were deployed, and Wu Yi slowly affected Mo Wuya's mood, making him irritable and restless. From time to time, he felt that Yun Shifeng was chasing him, and his recovery was intermittent.

Mo Wuya didn't know Wu Yi was up to something secretly, so he spat, but after regaining 10% of his strength, he stood up, scolded Yun Shifeng and others several times, and prepared to leave.

However, before the magic ban was released, Mo Wuya suddenly thought of something. He had got those weird eyes, but he didn't know what the use was. If it was really a rare treasure in the world, then what should he do if the master of Shengling Ghost was so happy to see Hunter Xin? .

Greed, anger, and ignorance are human nature, and it is difficult for a saint to cut them all off.

Once this idea came up, it was like spreading seaweed, endlessly restrained, and gradually occupied Mo Wuya's entire mind. He couldn't help but touch his sleeves with his palms, took out the eyeballs inside, and began to look at the eyeballs.

Mo Wuya's pupils dilated, and he felt that the eyes in front of him were gradually emitting bright light, as if he was the Lord of Destiny, he should have gotten this thing, and only he could find out the mystery of it.

Mo Wuya gradually fell into the light radiating from his eyes, feeling boundless joy. Moreover, the joy became more and more joyful, as if there was no end, just like a child who keeps eating candy.

Just like eating too much sugar can cause tooth decay, as time went by, Mo Wuya couldn't help but feel tired and slack. He slowly closed his eyes and never opened them again, falling into a state of suspended animation.

Wu Yi stopped using the Five Yun Six Thieves and broke away from Mo Wuya. If Mo Wuya hadn't been exhausted and worried about his pursuers; if he hadn't been greedy and ambitious; if it hadn't been...

There are no ifs. Mo Wuya fell in the hands of Wu Yi. This is the result. All luck is the result of Wu Yi's careful calculation. There is so much luck in the world, it is just the result of hard work.

Taking the two eyeballs from Mo Wuya's hand, Mo Wuya held them very tightly. Wu Yi spent a lot of effort to get them.

Wu Yi looked at Mo Wuya in front of him. If he were here in person, the energy of Taixu would be transformed directly into the energy of chaos. It would be a pity to waste this body in vain.

Thinking of what the inner demon had done in the past, Wu Yi directly refined Mo Wuya into an unconscious blood demon, becoming a semi-immortal existence. He also saved himself from being alone in the sea of ​​chaotic souls. It would be good to be a thug.

After taking care of Mo Wuya, Wu Yi had time to look at the strange fish's eyes.

The strange fish come from the Sea of ​​Chaotic Souls, and are a special kind of existence. They are neither living beings nor puppets. They act entirely on instinct. If we have to say what they belong to, it would be better to say that they are between life and death, semi-dead.

The strange fish likes to devour soul fragments. The more soul fragments it swallows, the less rotten flesh it has on its body, until its entire body is nothing but skeletons.

The strange thing is that their eyes will not change, they will always be red, like fireballs, containing surging vitality, but the more powerful they are, the bigger their eyes will be, and the more vitality they contain.

Wu Yi looked at the eyes from left to right. No matter whether it was the penetration of spiritual consciousness or the injection of spiritual energy, there was no reaction at all. After the thunder tribulation, the eyes had no vitality at all, as if they had been annihilated by the thunder. Like a stone.

"It won't really turn into stone, right?" Wu Yi said. He worked hard to get it, was struck by lightning, faked his death, and finally came to confuse others. Could it be possible that he would end up with a piece of trash?

"Hmph, keep it for now and talk about it later." Wu Yi had no choice but to make this decision.

On the other side, Yun Shifeng chased for more than a hundred miles. In the end, he realized that what he was chasing was just a phantom. How could he not be annoyed? He thought to himself: I can't get it, and you can't hope to get it safely.

Yun Shifeng then spread the news that Mo Wuya had received the treasure given by the Lord of Reincarnation, and tried his best to exaggerate that this treasure was precious. It was a giant monster's eyeball, which condensed the essence of a body and was comparable to thousand-year-old soul fragments. No matter how exaggerated or publicized it was.

The news was like dandelions flying in the sky, taking root on the ground, and suddenly spread throughout the whole sea of ​​souls. In addition, Mo Wuya had not been seen for a long time, not to mention the drooling of outsiders. It was the internal personnel of the Samsara League who secretly inquired to confirm that this was the case. Things have also moved to greed.

For a time, there were many more ships sailing on the Soul Sea. Behind them, there were many disciples of the Holy Ghost Lady, and there were also ghost kings and human emperors who had no hope of breaking through the Nascent Soul. They also hoped to get the eyes and open up the secrets.

Wu Yi had no idea that flapping his wings as a little butterfly would cause such a big disturbance.

Yue Liuli in Linbing City also happened to hear about this. Li Xinya sat in front of her and asked, "Your Highness, can we also get involved."

To be honest, Yue Liuli was tempted, but after being detained by Wu Yi, she became much calmer. She was no longer as free as before. After thinking for a moment, she said: "This matter is already a storm in the city, and it is no longer something we can do." Intervened."

Although Li Xinya understood this, she still looked disappointed and unwilling. That was a divine item comparable to a thousand-year-old soul fragment. If she got it, wouldn't it be——

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