Dedicate One’s Mind

Following the direction of Wu Yi's gaze, Yue Liuli and Nanjiang Shenjun also looked over, but found nothing. However, Wu Yi had absolute authority here, so it was not easy for them to ask too many questions.

Closing his eyes and counting his breath, Wu Yi narrowed his eyes, and a little spiritual light appeared in his palm, as if it was born out of nowhere, "Here it comes."

Wu Yi's spiritual consciousness wrapped around the spiritual light and clearly understood the message inside. He opened his eyes and saw the curious eyes of Yue Liuli and Nanjiang Shenjun. He smiled and explained: "The master gives me the right to do things conveniently. If Those who disobey can be beaten."

Is it an edict, or is it really true? This question is no longer important. What is important is that Wu Yi seems to have the intention to conquer this place. And with Wu Yi's immortal body, how can he have this ability? Even if the divine body comes together, he may not be able to defeat the people entrenched in it. Demon Lord.

If there are several Shangzhen coming to Qingxu Palace, this statement is somewhat true. Can Wu Yi alone really have this ability?

Yue Liuli and Nanjiang Shenjun were thinking, but the former was worried about Wu Yi and had begun to regret why he acted like a spoiled child and let Wu Yi take him here. The latter was worried that he would be affected by this. He was a little The mountain god is nothing in front of several demon lords.

Wu Yi acted like a man who had nothing to do, and said with a smile: "Go in!" He drove the dark horse into the mountains, surrounded by strong death and yin energy, like a large dark cloud, looking like a storm was about to come. The demonic beast that had been roaring before became speechless in front of this majestic momentum.

The Divine Lord of Southern Border hesitated for a moment, and fell behind for a moment. He had been guarding here for many years, but he knew the strength of those demon masters, so it was normal to hesitate at this moment.

However, taking into account Wu Yi's identity and strength, the Southern Xinjiang Divine Lord immediately followed him. However, with a wave of his sleeves, an undetectable spiritual light scattered to the surface. Following the power of the earth's veins, he informed those people as quickly as possible. Demon Lord. I hope they can settle down a bit. The Divine Lord of Southern Border comforted himself in this way.

The Divine Lord of Southern Xinjiang felt bored and bitter. His strength and identity were not low in the vast world, but it also depended on who he was compared with. Compared with Wu Yi and those demon masters, naturally he was nothing. I tried my best to reconcile the relationship between the two, but in the end, I turned out to be two-faced and inhuman.

The huge frame rolled over the clouds, leaving a sound like thunder, like a dragon's low voice, announcing its arrival.

The more she sensed the powerful aura in front of her, the more regret she felt in Yue Liuli's heart. From the information she got, it was clear that this place was under the leadership of the Taoist sect, and she came here with the intention of traveling around the mountains and rivers. Unexpectedly, Such a thing could happen.

"If it doesn't work, we still-" Yue Liuli grabbed Wu Yi's palm and said in a begging tone.

Wu Yi gently stroked the back of her hand, with a calm attitude, and said: "What, even I don't want to believe it?"

"No, it's just-" Yue Liuli was quite helpless and couldn't think of how to persuade Wu Yi. After all, it was her own suggestion in the first place.

Wu Yi held Yue Liuli in his arms, stroked her long, straight, black, smooth and delicate hair, and said: "It's time to show some strength. I want you to know that your original choice is not wrong now and will not be wrong in the future." , leave everything to me, just watch the battle."

I don't know whether it was affected by Wu Yi's confident tone or the Taoist charm surrounding Wu Yi. In short, like a cat, Yue Liuli hummed softly and said nothing more.

Wu Yi looked at the mountains shrouded in clouds and mist, with a glimmer of light blooming in his eyes. Ever since he entered the Nascent Soul, he has either encountered opponents with extremely different strengths, or he has been vulnerable to them. , so that Wu Yi has not had a hearty battle for a long time.

This opportunity was not so much ordered by Xuan Xingsi, but rather sought by Wu Yi. It was an opportunity to verify what he had gained from playing chess with Zhi Tianxuan. The tone given by Xuan Xingsi before was, of course, not the original words. It doesn't hurt to say that Wu Yi is correcting the imperial edict. His status has already qualified him to be beaten.

Of course, the premise is that Wu Yi has the strength to beat, otherwise he will only become a joke in the end. This time, Wu Yi does not plan to rely on the power of the inner demon body, but plans to rely solely on his personal strength.

The hoarse neighing of ghost horses, the rumbling vibration of wheels, and the huge sense of oppression caused by the unison of thousands of ghost armies, with an indomitable momentum, pushed through the heavy fog and entered the depths of the mountains.

Although the momentum is majestic, after entering the huge mountain range, it is like a big river like the sea, and quickly disappears into the mist inside, with only distant and near sounds coming back from time to time.

When you get here, if you still pretend not to know and don't come out to greet you, you are blatantly ignoring Yiqi Sect, and even the entire Dao Sect. No matter what Wu Yi says, he is still a person who has a seat in Qingxu Hall.

"Rare visitor! Rare visitor! Hahaha!" A series of laughter came from the mist. The voice sounded like a strong man, but his face was invisible, but he meant to tease Wu Yi deliberately. Although Wu Yi Under the eyes of Netherworld, the other party's descriptions were all insightful.

Wu Yi's majestic spiritual consciousness was like a hurricane, raging around the surroundings. The clouds and mists that had persisted for many years were suddenly swept away. The bright sunlight shone down, and the ancient trees and grasses on the surface were clearly visible. Everything seemed so fresh and refined. However, those spirit beasts who were accustomed to living a life surrounded by clouds and mist were all frightened and fled in all directions.

As soon as the clouds and mist cleared, the faces of the visitors were no longer concealed. There were five people in total.

The first two people, one is a middle-aged Taoist with a black face and red robe, with a full beard. His body cannot hide the strong sense of blood, and the endless power of cause and effect surrounds him. When Wu Yi saw this person for the first time, he roughly I guessed his identity, Demon Lord Zhang'e, the Demon Lord who was born as a ferocious beast. He was also the oldest Demon Lord here, and the easiest to kill.

Next to him, there was a man dressed as a white-faced scholar, with two blood-red patterns on his cheeks, which added an eerie look and disrupted most of his calm scholarly aura. Facing Wu Yi, He just raised his hand from afar. He seemed to be cold by nature and didn't like to talk much.

In the end, the remaining three were all tall and slender women with slender eyebrows. Wu Yi glanced at them and didn't notice the difference between the three. They were worthy of being the Three Blue Birds who could compete with Dongtian after working together.

Is this the remaining demon clan force in Southern Xinjiang, or in the entire Boundless Realm?