I'm the fish that Neptune's apprentice wants to keep

You don't want me to kill him?

When Yu Wangshi looked again, there was a little light in the haze, and his eyes were slightly bent.

"Okay." He took Yu Wangshi's hand back.

With Duan Huaiti's cultivation base, he is definitely not Zhuo Yao's opponent.

Yu Wangshi and the boy looked at each other.

He launched an attack to attract Zhuo Yao's attention, and Duan Huaidi took the opportunity to form an array secretly.

Yu Wangshi stretched out his hand to the Qiankun bag, before he took out his long sword, he suddenly saw a figure appearing with a smile on his mouth.

"I'm sorry, Elder Yu, but there's nothing I can do."

As he spoke, he shifted shape and changed places, and in a blink of an eye he was behind Yu Wangshi.

Yu Wangshi drew his long sword out of its sheath and stabbed backwards.

This room is entangled by Yueer, and she can't get away for a while.

On the other side, as soon as Zhuo Yao raised his hand, vines grew out of the ground for no reason, heading towards Duan Huaidi.

Duan Huaiti didn't have time to set up the formation, so he could only deal with the vines first.

The vines without the evil source are much easier to deal with. When the long sword passes, the vines are cut off, but they just emerge one after another, and new vines grow out after being cut off.

If you keep entangled like this, sooner or later you will be exhausted by it.

Duan Huaiti used the fire punishment technique.

It wasn't used before because fire doesn't work on vines.

Seeing that the vines were burned to pieces by the huge fire, Yu Wangshi was slightly relieved and concentrated on dealing with Yue Erlai.

After a few tricks, Yu Wangshi knew that Yue'er's cultivation level was almost the same as his. If he really tried his best, even if he narrowly won, there would still be a burning staring tiger beside him.

Yu Wangshi lowered his voice: "Brother Yue, you and I have no grudges in the past, and we have no grudges in the near future, why do you have to be my enemy, could it be that you are afraid of Zhuo Yao?"

Yue Er giggled: "You don't have to provoke me, I am indeed not the opponent of the evil lord, so it is a wise choice to be an ally with him."

While the two were fighting, Zhuo Yao seemed troubled, he ignored the fire punishment and forcibly approached Duan Huaidi.

Duan Huaiti was waiting for this moment.

When Zhuo Yao approached him less than a foot away, Duan Huaidi's figure in front of him scattered and turned into white mist.

Zhuo Yao was taken aback.

At this moment of stupefaction, a sword was struck in the back, cutting through the flesh and blood, and reaching the chest.

The boy's face was cold.

Just now, Duan Huaiti cast this illusion under the cover of the fire punishment technique.

Zhuo Yao lowered his head slowly and saw the blood dripping from the tip of the sword.

"Your sword..."

"It is made of the purest iron from heaven and earth, specially designed to restrain your evil body."

"The one forged by Pavilion Master Linglong is indeed the best."

Zhuo Yao praised, "In order to kill me, you really put in a lot of effort."

Duan Huaidi's voice was very soft, but his voice seemed sharp: "This is not enough."

Originally, the pain and torture his parents had suffered should be returned to the enemies one by one.

"The sword is a good sword, but it's a pity..."

Zhuo Yao suddenly smiled, "You can't kill me, on the contrary, it's easy for me to kill you."

Zhuo Yao suddenly took a step forward, slid out from the blade of the sword, and then slapped Duan Huaidi with his backhand.

Duan Huaiti's body was so fast that he had no time to dodge.

The boy flew several feet away by this palm, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth immediately.

There was an unconcealable astonishment in his eyes.

Regardless of the damage caused by Yu Wangshi's sword to Zhuo Yao.

His own sword also hit Zhuoyao's vital point, and he used the sword that restrained the evil body of Zhuoyao.

It is impossible for Zhuo Yao to have such a cultivation level.

The Pure Sword came into Zhuo Yao's hands, and Zhuo Yao played with him a few times, but the true energy poured into his palm, and the Pure Sword broke in two.

Duan Huaiti's pupils trembled.

The broken sword fell from Zhuo Yao's hand.

Zhuo Yao's tone was disdainful: "Although this body only belongs to me, it's not something you, a little cultivator who has just entered the Golden Core, can kill."

Originally thought that Zhuo Yao had stumbled, but he didn't expect that he was still defeated by Duan Huaiti's lack of cultivation.

Yu Wangshi couldn't care less about fighting with Yueer, and hurriedly escaped to rescue the injured Duan Huaidi.

The boy's white face was covered with red blood, his eyes were gray and cold, and Yu Wangshi was startled when he saw it.

He raised his hand, and was about to send true energy to the young man, but was held down by his backhand.

Duan Huaiti looked up at him: "Master, you..."

Yu Wangshi guessed what he was going to say, and immediately darkened his face: "If you dare to talk nonsense again, I really don't care about you."

Duan Huaiti looked at him, and finally pursed his lips.

"It's really touching master-student relationship."

Zhuo Yao frowned in disgust, "I didn't intend to kill you at first, but now, I've changed my mind."

Duan Huaiti's fingers tightened involuntarily, and his tone was low: "Master, I was the one who dragged you down, if it wasn't for me..."

"Who said we were bound to die?"

Yu Wangshi's tone was calm, and he even smiled at him.

That smile was so brilliant that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

"You think I'm a master for nothing? I don't have any housekeeping skills?"

Duan Huaiti was stunned for a moment, and watched him stand up, and turned to face Zhuo Yao.

Yu Wangshi clearly remembered the plot related to the Hundred Years Trial in the original book.

Although the current development is somewhat different from the original book, it is not much different.

When Shi Huaiti encountered fatal difficulties and was seriously injured, the original body made an exception for him and used the forbidden move passed to him by his grandfather when he was young.

This move can temporarily raise the cultivator's cultivation level by one level, which is not inferior to enemies of the same level.

The Patriarch warned the original body not to use it unless his life was in danger and it was absolutely necessary.

Fortunately, Yu Wangshi still remembered how to use this trick.

"The stage of transformation into a god?"

Zhuo Yao was surprised by the majestic zhenqi in the stage of transformation, but he was not panicked.

"Forcibly raising the realm to the stage of transforming gods, there must be loopholes."

Yu Wangshi said: "It's enough to defeat you."

Zhuo Yao was originally injured, but he finally fell into a disadvantage when facing Yu Wangshi, who was also in the stage of transforming gods.

But Yu Wangshi did not relax in the slightest.

Because even if Zhuo Yao was injured, he would not die immediately, he had an endless stream of vitality just like those vines at the beginning, and the wounds left on his body would heal slowly.

The situation is deadlocked.

However, Yu Wangshi could feel the huge zhenqi in his body gradually disappearing.

He wants to get rid of Zhuo Yao as soon as possible.

time is limited.

Yu Wangshi was panting, and the hands holding the sword seemed to lose strength.

Zhuo Yao saw his hand, and said with a smile: "It's about to die, you'd better accept your fate obediently, you beg me for mercy now, maybe I can make your death look better..."

He didn't finish his sentence, suddenly there were two "clicks" in his throat, and the foreground was spinning.

Turning his gaze again, he saw an upright body not far away.

his body.

"Chop off his head to get rid of his evil body."

Yueer breathed a sigh of relief, holding the half-cut pure sword in her hand.

It was covered with scorching bright blood, it was actually dark green.

Yueer threw it away in disgust.

"Are you all right?"

He turned around and asked, facing Yu Wangshi who still had a murderous look in his eyes, he immediately took a step back, "Elder Yu, don't be impulsive, anyway, I will help you kill Zhuo Yao, no credit but hard work, no, I There is credit, and the credit is not small!"

"But just now you helped Zhuo Yao to kill us."

Yu Wangshi was covered in dark green and red blood at this moment, and that magnificent beauty's face was expressionless and strange.

Yue Er thought that he is now in the stage of transforming gods, so she decided not to provoke him.

"I was just pestering you not to let you die. You see, I didn't even give you a small wound, but you cut me several times in a row!"

Yue Er could not help but complain in her tone of voice.

But when he saw the glint in Yu Wangshi's eyes, he immediately stopped his resentment and looked at him sincerely.

"Really, I don't believe it."

Yu Wangshi's tone could be called indifferent, and he approached Yue Er step by step.

It's like killing red eyes.

Suddenly raising the cultivation base to the stage of transforming gods, there must be sequelae!

Yueer has been in the realm of comprehension for so many years, so she naturally knows that the more powerful the trick, the more severe the sequelae.

So now is to turn a soft and gentle beauty into a vicious one?

Yue Er cursed lowly, and was already thinking about how to escape, but now he was facing Yu Wangshi, who was already in the distraction stage, and he had no chance of winning anywhere.

Until Duan Huaiti called him softly: "Master, forget it."

Yu Wangshi's eyes were still fixed on Yueer: "Yueer is vacillating and has ulterior motives. For the safety of both of us, Yueer cannot stay."

Duan Huaiti also felt something was wrong.

Yu Wangshi is not easy to kill.

He also thought of what Yue Er thought, and immediately stood up with his body supported.

"Master, are you..."

Yu Wangshi looked back at him, except for a face stained with blood, his eyes were the same as before, clear and bright.

This relieved Duan Huaiti's nervousness of suspecting that he was insane.

Yu Wangshi suddenly said, "You don't want me to kill him?"

"I know very well that Master is not the kind of person who will kill everything like this."

Duan Huaiti did not dodge under his gaze, but asked softly, "Is Master tired?"

Yu Wangshi looked at him for a while, then nodded and said, "I'm a little tired."

He smiled lightly: "I just frightened him so that he would dare to do bad things in the future. This time, he has found his way back, and his merits and demerits will be equalized."

Yu Wangshi finally put away the sword.

This made Yueer breathe a sigh of relief, thank God, he really thought that Yu Wangshi wanted to kill him just now.

As soon as Zhuo Yao died, the illusion would be canceled naturally.

They were still sitting in that burrow, but it was only a month longer.

Lu Yuanxiao originally happily came to report that the exit of the secret realm had been opened and they could leave, but seeing the scene in front of them, he said in a broken voice, "Little uncle, you...why are you covered in blood?"

Even Duan Huaiti had some injuries.

There was only another fresh face, who looked like a casual cultivator.

But how did he get into the hole dug by Wan Huizong?

Lu Yuanxiao's voice was sharp: "Little uncle, did he hurt you?"

Yueer was so angry that she waved her hands again and again in fright: "It's not me, how dare I hurt him!"

"Yuanxiao..." Yu Wangshi called him, his lips trembling, "First... let's go out first."

After he finished speaking, he couldn't hold on any longer and fell backwards.

Fortunately, Duan Huaiti has been paying attention to his condition, and reached out to catch him in time.

Only then did he realize that Yu Wangshi's body was frighteningly cold.

He couldn't help but tighten his palm.

When Yu Wangshi woke up, he didn't know how long he had slept, but he saw the pure white curtain in front of him, presumably it was an inn.

He sat up with his hands up, but it was just a simple movement, but it was like a coolie in the middle of the night, and he was so tired that he was out of breath.

A strong smell of bitter medicine hit.

Lu Yuanxiao entered the room with the medicine bowl in his hand, seeing his movement, immediately put down the medicine bowl and helped him sit up.

"I'm fine, don't help me."

Yu Wangshi put a smile on his lips, "It's not a serious injury, just take care of it and it will be fine."

"The injury is not serious, but..."

Lu Yuanxiao's face was serious, "Little Martial Uncle, why have you lost ten years of cultivation?"

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