He knew very well that he must not reveal the secret that he was Yuan Qianmo at present.

Because Yuan Qianmo has countless treasures and wealth, hidden in a secret place known only by himself, this is his capital to return to the peak of the Hell Realm in the future.

Huanzhen has extraordinary qualifications, and he trained it himself and is the master of the origin.

As long as he is given a thousand years, Yuan Qianmo will have confidence and practice to a stronger level than he is now.

However, once the monks in the Temple of Death know that he is Yuan Qianmo, how could he defend the treasures and wealth he once had with his semi-saint cultivation?

Losing his strong cultivation level, Yuan Qianmo can't believe any cultivator now.

Including Yuanshu Zhenhuang.

The eyes of Emperor Yuan Shu fell on Master Yeyou and moved to Huanzhen in his hand, saying, "Senior Yeyou, Huanzhen is a monk from the Temple of Death. What are you trying to capture him?"

Master Yeyou said, "Girl, are you blind? This master is clearly saving him. Your monks in the Temple of Death will not save you, so you still don't allow Master to save me?"

Yuan Shu Zhenhuang said: "If the senior is sincere in helping him, Yuan Shu will be here to express her gratitude on behalf of the Temple of Death. Now, please let him go."

"Don't let it go."

Master Yeyou hardened his neck and said, "I saved people by my ability. Why do you say you can put them back if you put them back? From now on, he will be my disciple."

A supreme saint of the Temple of Death said angrily: "Old man traveling at night, are you a mere scattered cultivator, dare you become an enemy of the Temple of Death?"

"Who said that Master is a casual cultivator? Master is now a disciple of the Xuejue family. If you have the ability, let the gods of the Death Temple come to the Xuejue family to ask for people."

This time, Master Yeyou was beyond everyone's expectations, and the monks in the Temple of Death had no choice but to do anything to him.

After all, the Temple of Death suffered heavy losses and was injured. He also knew that Grandma Haitang had a strong cultivation level and could break the rule suppression of the True God, so she did not dare to confront them head-on.

Finally, the monks in the Temple of Death left a few harsh words, claiming that they must make Yeyou Great Saint and the Xuejue family pay the price, so they ignored Huanzhen and left.

Yuan Qianmo realized more clearly what it means to be warm and cold in human relationships. If his true body is still alive, how could these monks from the Temple of Death be abandoned so easily?

Now, falling into the hands of the old ghost, Master Yeyou, made Yuan Qianmo, who was full of expectations for the future, feel a little uneasy.

The old man with seven hands was curious and asked, "Old Bangmai, why do you offend the Temple of Death for a half-saint?"

"What do you know? This kid is not an ordinary semi-saint, but a master of the origin. The holy soul is washed by the power of the origin for many years and contains endless mystery. As long as he devours his soul, he can make up for many shortcomings in my ghost body. With the harvest in the Origin Temple this time, this master is just around the corner." Master Yeyou smiled grimly.

As long as it helps to enter the divine realm, not to mention offending the Temple of Death, he dares to offend the Temple of Destiny.

After all, if he doesn't become a god, he will live in a few years!

Hearing Master Yeyou's words, Huanzhen's body trembled and her face was full of horror.

Unfortunately, he couldn't speak.

The thick cold and cold ghost energy on Master Yeyou's body was so cold that his body seemed to turn into ice, and he couldn't open his mouth.

Master Yeyou smiled and said, "To be honest, if I hadn't joined the Xuejue family, I wouldn't dare offend the Temple of Death like this. But now, I have the support of the Xuejue family and the Bloodjue War God as my backer. Why are you afraid of the Temple of Death? As long as I hide in the Xuejue family and cultivate my mental power to the seventy-level divine realm, the Bloodjue War God will protect me with all my strength. Will the Temple of Death fight with the Bloodjue War God because of a half-saint disciple? Haha!"

Huanzhen's body trembled even harder.

Master Yeyou frowned, and two ghost fires surged in his eyes. He glared at him, saying, "Scared? What's the use of being afraid? Your master Yuan Qianmo was trampled to death by Wu Ma Jiuxing. You might as well go with him!"

Then, Master Yeyou's mouth was as huge as a washbasin, and he sucked it suddenly.

"Wow!"

A holy soul containing the light of the origin flew out of Huanzhen's body and was swallowed into his stomach in one mouthful.

The ghost clan originally relied on devouring souls, strengthening itself, and refining a semi-sainted holy soul. It was easier for Master Yeyou.

After a while, Master Yeyou finished refining, a faint light of origin appeared on the ghost body.

The monks present looked at him indifferently, nothing was surprising.

As a ghost cultivator, it is normal to devour the soul.

The creatures of the Ghost Clan and the Lower Three Clans often cause conflicts over such incidents.

The old man Qishou asked, "Have you gained his memory? He is Yuan Qianmo's disciple, and he may not necessarily know Yuan Qianmo's secret treasure."

The first-class person in the "ShenCrown Scroll" has the wealth and treasures that are definitely comparable to gods.

Master Yeyou shook his head and said, "This kid's memory was sealed by the gods of the Temple of Death. How could it be so easy to obtain?"

The seven-handed old man showed disappointment.

Master Yeyou sneered in his heart, how could this master tell you the truth?

In fact, after Master Yeyou devoured the sacred soul, he really obtained some sporadic memories, and was not sealed by the gods. Those memories were very short, just one after another.

Following Huanzhen’s remaining memories, maybe you can really find some good things.

"Leave his body to me. This is the flesh and blood body of the original controller, and it should also have many benefits for me."

The old man Qishou turned into his body, opened his bloody mouth, swallowed Huanzhen's cold body, chewed it into flesh and blood, and swallowed it into his abdomen.

Master Yeyou stared at the Qi-handed old man and smiled gloomy: "If the Death Temple really removes the blood and jue family wants people, it will be said that Huanzhen was killed by the Cairo earth master in the heaven world! We have to unify our caliber and refuse to accept it."

The Cairo land master standing next to Ale gritted his teeth and was very angry.

...

After Bai Qing'er grabbed Zhang Ruochen into the huge stone building, her soft body surrounded Zhang Ruochen's back like a swimming snake.

The cold jade finger pressed against Zhang Ruochen's eyebrows, as if the tip of a sword was pressed there.

Bai Qing'er's body was very soft and emitting a fragrance. The two warm balls pressed on his back were also elastic. Her snow-white face leaned against his ears, but Zhang Ruochen had no evil thoughts at all and focused his attention on his eyebrows.

Bai Qing'er's weak voice rang in Zhang Ruochen's ears, saying, "I know that the white tiger in Burying gold may take action at any time, but tell it, I can kill you before it kills me."

Zhang Ruochen quickly calmed down and said, "Why did you catch me?"

"Did you forget the bet between us? This is the third time I have caught you?" Bai Qing'er smiled.

As soon as she laughed out loud, she started coughing violently, and the blood from her mouth flowed down Zhang Ruochen's neck.

Bai Qing'er's face became paler and weak and serious, saying, "I must recuperate my injuries as quickly as possible, so I need to drink your blood, to be precise, the white blood and earth contained in your blood."

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Chapter completed!