Shock! The Evil Emperor actually pampered the entire cultivation world

at the same time.

Mo Huaizun did not speak, but pointed a finger at Feng Zhiyi's brow, and a cool breath slowly came, calming the latter's mind that was about to give birth to demons.

Chu Yi looked at him coldly and said nothing, but the coffin-faced painter beside him had already taken a step forward under the other party's gaze, holding the magic pen and eager to try.

I'm so happy that I can paint portraits again, ugh, black and white portraits.

The waxing moon and Cangjie, one exudes coldness, the other smiles and blooms black bitter flowers, which can be called the best funeral atmosphere combination.

Wen Ren Se Jue was outstanding in red. He folded his arms and walked slowly to block in front of Feng Zhiyi. He swept a wicked look around and raised his eyebrows as if smiling.

"You are so excited and righteous. What were you doing when Jialan City was desperate six hundred years ago?"

"Why, the sword was forged with your lives? Do I need to show you some comfort?"

"Then you guys die first, I will help you kill Jia Lan Sword Immortal right away."

"You all enjoyed the protection of the Sword Immortal and were not devoured by the evil cultivators. Now you have the nerve to criticize them. Next time you go out, don't tell me you know me. I only recognize cultivators with thick skin."

Everyone: "..."

Or maybe the Evil Emperor is annoying. Everyone she knows has a foul tongue, but their illnesses are different.

Moreover, they fight among themselves until they are torn apart, but they won't allow others to interrupt. It's really poisonous.

Yi Chi: ???

Can this be blamed on her?

Should these people blame her for not handing them toilet paper if they don't wipe their butts after pooping?

Whoever wants to be the evil emperor can be it; she is not worthy of it at all.

At this moment, a clear and melodious young voice suddenly sounded inexplicably in the air.

"Hmm? Can you hear me?"

Everyone was shocked and their spiritual consciousness searched everywhere, finally stopping at a strange-looking object in mid-air.

It looks like a smaller version of a horn, its material is unknown, it is ordinary, and has only a tiny bit of spiritual power.

Lord Lingyun waved his wide sleeves and brought the things closer.

When everyone was wondering what this thing was, it made a sound again -

"Haha, this 'sound transmission loudspeaker' that Miss Su gave me is quite useful. It saves more spiritual energy than the spiritual communication talisman."

"Hello everyone, I am Guli. The news about the Arctic Glacier has spread throughout the Nine Netherworlds. As the most loyal vanguard of the evil path, I am naturally paying close attention to it."

"After receiving the photo stone from my undercover friend, I immediately used my new 'voice speaker' to express my deep sympathy for the Sword Immortal Jia Lan's plight."

The undercover friend hidden in the crowd: “…” Why did you mention me?

The more senior people present: “!!!”

Damn, it’s the evil guy from my hometown who uses a hoe to pry open the corners of the righteous path every day!

What does he want to do? Huh?

Yi Chi was thinking, Su Yueyan, who carries the male god strategy system, finally got to know Gu Li?

The little trumpet continued to ring: "Haha, to be honest with you, Sword Immortal, although we, the evil sect, have been slaughtered by you, we actually admire your strength very much in our hearts."

"The evil sect is currently lacking a Mahayana leader. If the sword immortal comes, he can take his sword and move in. He will have plenty of spirit stones and will not have to care about anyone's opinion—"

Just when he said this, the small trumpet turned into ashes, and the voice from the hometown stopped abruptly.

Xi Lingyi flicked his sleeves, filled with murderous intent.

He's courting death by trying to steal someone's girl right in front of her, the leader of the righteous sect!

She had just criticized Feng Zhiyi when her hometown came to win him over. How could she say anything? What if Feng Zhiyi really went astray in anger, everyone would blame her for her aggressiveness.

Wenren Sejue chuckled and said in a nonchalant manner: "Zhiyi, you used to hang out in Qiannan every day. If you can't stay in the right way one day, just go to the evil way."

"I will have a clear conscience when I hunt you down in the future."

Listen, is this what a righteous person should say?

Xi Lingyi was furious, "No!"

Feng Zhiyi must not be taken away, and he must die a righteous death.

Xi Lingyi thought for a moment and said coldly: "Sword Immortals should devote themselves to the righteous path, shed their last drop of blood, and wash away their sins!"

The reason why she dared to say this was because she believed that Feng Zhiyi, a person with a decent heart, would definitely feel guilty and blame himself and would not resist.

Feng Zhiyi didn't say anything, and he was powerless to say anything, but Ji Qi spoke.

He was eating sunflower seeds and said, "Hey, shut up. You don't know anything and you're just ranting."

Everyone: "?"

Isn't this obvious?