Those who kowtow to him and make incense are also filtered out.

Filter out those who talk about him for nothing.

In the end, there was only a white silk thread with a hint of snowy red and black, connecting it from a distance.

How do you say something?

"The boss can't remember who came to give gifts, but he can definitely remember who didn't come to give gifts!"

It’s also appropriate to switch here.

Just kidding, after he is promoted to Fetal Breath, he will have to spend some time studying the abilities he controls, as well as magical powers.

This time is equivalent to a consolidation process, which is generally used to consolidate the realm.

Normally, when others have nothing to do, he would use his fairy tales to coax their children and brag to others.

He didn't want to pay attention to these.

No matter how powerful he is, he doesn't care if he kowtows on his head to provide incense and telepathy.

After all, he doesn't want to be a clay sculpture god.

There is nothing wrong with these.

However, wouldn't those who have different malicious thoughts towards him, or even have bad thoughts, become like lice on a bald man's head?

Just like what was said just now.

He doesn't care about those threads that he admires in his heart, but if he scolds him in his heart, or even wants threads that are detrimental to him, then he must give them retribution.

I really thought my knife was in trouble!

When he thought of this, Wei Yi's mind moved slightly, and in the next moment, a thought spanned a thousand miles.

Following this black and red thread that harbored ill will toward him, he sensed the source of the ill will.

And at the next moment, in the real world, he made a random stroke with his hands, and then a small scarecrow appeared in his hands.

A trace of breath is entangled in it.

Then he used the golden scissors to cut the scarecrow hard!

"Stab it!"

…

the other side.

On the bank of the river in Qingyang City.

Two shadowy-looking figures in black robes stood on one of the mountains, quietly looking at the river in the distance.

And it happened that at this time, a turtle that seemed to be several three or four meters in size was carrying a stone tablet and cruising up and down the river.

It's like an official patrolling the place.

One of them had a dark face, and at first glance he looked like a ruthless man in black robes. He looked at Jiang Hejie and smiled strangely:

"Jiejiejiejie...I didn't expect that there would be such a spiritual creature in this river."

"Hundreds of years of practice, the pure flesh and blood of living beings, really makes me feel excited and trembling."

Hearing this, the man in black robes with a very pure aura on the other side frowned and reminded:

"Uncle Master, please don't act out of anger."

"We came out this time just to track down the Blackwater Black Snake. Master has already told us not to cause any complications."

"What's more, here in Qingzhou City, many practitioners have left traces here. Once they go too far, it may be difficult to end it."

Listening to his voice, it seems that he is not too old, and he has a very young feeling.

After hearing what his nephew said, the man in black robe did not change at all.

Not only that.

His eyes became even more greedy:

"How could I let go of such an excellent flesh-and-blood medicine?"

"This great medicine of flesh and blood, which has been practiced for hundreds of years but has not transformed into a spirit, is almost something that can be encountered but cannot be obtained. Even the Black Water Black Snake cannot compare with it."

"If I can swallow it, it will be much more useful than blood sacrifices to thousands of innocent souls. Going further is just around the corner."

When he said this, he became excited:

"Jiejiejiejie..."

"Once I refine the Twelve Yuan Chen Gods and Demons, I will be the best in the world from now on."

"Who dares not to give me some face?"

"Except for the patriarchal figures who haven't been born for who knows how many years, who am I still afraid of now?"

When he said this, he stared hard at the nephew next to him, and a substantial murderous intention enveloped him:

"The reason why I brought you out is to give you a long experience, not to let you point fingers next to me."

"You are just one of the surviving Gu worms of this generation. I thought that after so many companions died, you should understand how precious life is."

Feeling the murderous aura that stood on end on his body, the young man was sure that if he really said another word "no", he would be dead tonight.

This is a real warning.

I didn’t say it to scare him!

Bai Jue nodded and felt the murderous aura disappear, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the uncle next to him who had been occupied by greed, Bai Jue couldn't help but remind him:

"Uncle Master, the area around here is the territory of Wuyang Temple. Should we go somewhere else to start our fight?"

"What's more, the Black Water Black Snake was injured by us and has entered this big river. If he takes the opportunity to escape, will he miss the master's important event?"

When he said this, he swallowed and then spoke cautiously:

"And...and even though the black turtles in this river have been practicing for hundreds of years, their flesh and blood have been completely trained."

"But now that he has been canonized, he must have made great progress in cultivation. If we take him, will we become enemies with that Taoist priest?"

"That Taoist priest wiped out the demons within a thousand miles of Qingyang City. His Taoist conduct was unfathomable."

"Uncle Master, do you want to stop considering the person who canonized it personally?"

Looking at Bai Jue sideways, the old man with white bones said in that eerie voice:

"You don't have to worry about these things."

"The Wuyang Temple is now closed. No one will come out at this time for a while."

"What's more, the Black Water Black Snake has already absorbed 30% of its flesh and blood by me. It can't run very far with such a serious injury."

When he said this, he glanced meaningfully at the river in front of him:

"Although our Netherworld Bone Sect is called evil, we are not afraid of the so-called righteous people."

"As for the so-called Taoist canonization and so on, it's nothing more than children's tricks."

"Even if you don't tell me, I still have to deal with this future trouble. If you cut the grass without removing the root, it will grow again with the spring breeze."

"Since someone has sealed it, let the two of them reunite below."

"I happen to be missing an innocent soul on my Twelve-Chen God-Demon Flag, so I can use it to supplement the number of one hundred and two."

However, just as he picked up a bone flag and before he could make any move, a great terror suddenly struck him.

Immediately afterwards.

Before the Bone Mage could say anything, a bloodstain appeared on his forehead.

"Well……"

The whole person quickly perished.

Even the Twelve Yuan Chen Demon God Flag was slowly decaying and broken.

This happened too suddenly.

When Bai Jue reacted, the old man with white bones had turned into an extremely decayed bone.

Seeing this sudden scene, Bai Jue only felt a cold air, rushing from the soles of his feet to Tianling Gai:

"hiss……"

When he saw the way his uncle died, he felt hairy all over his body, and cold sweat wet his clothes from his back:

"The same way to die as the old ghost ghost."

At this moment, he thought of the ghost mage, a generation of demons who also died silently.

However, at this moment, not only did he not feel excited, but he fell into an inexplicable panic.

There was silence for a long time.
To be continued...