Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Ye Xiaochuan is a very special being. Even if his dantian is shattered and he becomes a mortal, he does not have a long lifespan, but this does not mean that he is useless.

Otherwise, how could Guo Bier and Xianyao both want to take this boy away?

This kid has more high-level magic weapons than a sect with a thousand years of foundation.

This kid has only lost his cultivation, but his memory has not been lost. He knows the magic of heavenly books and can make a low-level sect prosper and grow in a hundred years with just one volume.

This boy has a very wide network of contacts, and almost all of the people he has made friends with are successors of various sects and the most outstanding young disciples among casual cultivators.

He can also control one hundred thousand wizards in southern Xinjiang...

For such a character, whether he has any cultivation level or not does not have much impact on his role.

Not only Xian Yao and Guo Bi'er want it, but Master Wu Se wants to take Ye Xiaochuan away.

But this is not what Big Brain wants to see.

There is a powerful force behind almost everyone present. With Ye Xiaochuan's current situation, no matter who takes him away, he will become a puppet tool and even die!

A gentleman is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade!

Who allowed this kid to have so many treasures on his body?

Therefore, the big head spoke up and asked the old storyteller to take care of Ye Xiaochuan for the time being.

The old storyteller is the most suitable candidate. He claims to be half a mausoleum guard. The mausoleum guard guards the tomb of the God of Wood. Ye Xiaochuan is the reincarnation of the son of the God of Wood. The old storyteller can be regarded as half of Ye Xiaochuan's servant and will not harm Ye Xiaochuan. Ogawa.

The most important thing is that the old storyteller has no family or sect, neither good nor evil, neither demon nor monster, unlike Guo Bier and Xian Yao who have complicated backgrounds and relationships.

The old storyteller seemed not to have expected that Big Head would let him take Ye Xiaochuan away.

He had just finished feeding the unconscious Yuan Xiaolou water and gently put Yuan Xiaolou's head down.

He stood up and said, "Isn't this good? I already have a patient in my hands who has just been rescued from the hell gate. Ye Xiaochuan asked me to take him away. Are you busy here?"

The big head said through the voice: "There is a saying among humans, one sheep is herded, two sheep are driven, two patients are taken care of together, what's the difficulty?" The old storyteller seemed not to want to take Ye Xiaochuan away, he shook his head and said: " It is indeed not difficult to take care of the two together, but boy Ye and Miss Yuan are different. From last night to now, there have been dozens of waves of master cultivators searching back and forth within a radius of a hundred miles.

Suo, Ye Xiaochuan is like a lit firecracker right now and will explode at any time. I still want to live for a few more years. What, didn't Fairy Guo say that Ye Xiaochuan is the son of the Demon Cult? Then let her bring him back to the Demon Cult. "

Guo Bier raised her hand and said: "Little old man, I like you very much, but I still don't know your name!"

The old storyteller cupped his fists and said, "I don't deserve the name Gao. My surname is Wu, and my name is Wu. Just call me Lao Wu."

Guo Bier smiled and said: "Old Wu, based on what you just said, if you encounter trouble in the future, I, Xiao Guo, will take care of it for you."

Xian Yao said: "You are hundreds of years old and you still call yourself Xiao Guo? Humph."

Guo Bier said: "No matter how old I am, I'm not as old as you. Your name is Xianyao, so from now on I'll call you Old Demon. If you don't like it, you can call you Cangyun Old Demon, or Old Immortal!"

Xian Yao seemed to be lifeless and said: "Don't say such useless things, I must take Ye Xiaochuan away."

Guo Bier pinched her waist with both hands, preparing to engage in a verbal battle with Xian Yao.

This is a skill unique to the Demon Cult boss.

In the demon sect, the higher your status and cultivation level, the more likely you are to quarrel.

As a boss among the bosses of the demon sect, Guo Bier is a master among masters. If she rolls up her sleeves and fights with others, her fighting power is more powerful than that of her senior brothers such as the Black Mountain Old Demon and the Xihai Ancestor combined.

The big head was a little angry and said: "Didn't you hear what this handsome beast just said? This handsome beast said to let the fat old man take Ye Xiaochuan away. Do you think this handsome beast is the fart of a fart bug?"

Guo Bier looked around, as if she wanted to find out the specific location of the big head, and said: "Nightmare, although you are the number one monster, we have three masters in the Sumeru realm. One of your monsters can deal with three of us." Are you making trouble?" Big Head said: "You great Sumeru are the supreme gods in the eyes of others. In the spiritual realm of this handsome beast, you are nothing like Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. The handsome beast's mental power is defeated. The mental power of the colorless old monk is far inferior to Ksitigarbha. As for you and Xian Yao, haha, the mental power is far worse than that of the colorless old monk. This handsome beast can do whatever you want. Spirit, delete any memory of yours. Even if this handsome beast has a thought, he can see you.

Sent to the fourth-dimensional void space. If not, try it. Guo Bi'er immediately held her head and said: "Yes, yes, I, Guo Bi'er, have always bullied the weak and feared the strong. You are mentally strong and I can't defeat you. You can arrange it for Ye Xiaochuan. I won't interfere." Nightmare, I look at Old Demon Cangyun who seems to be dissatisfied with you, you

Get her! "

Xian Yao was indeed unconvinced.

She defeated Fulong, one of the three golden-armored gods who was also in the Sumeru realm, with three moves. She thought that no matter how powerful this nightmare beast was, it was at best equivalent to a human cultivator in the Sumeru realm.

If they really fight, they may not lose. When the old storyteller saw this, he immediately came out to smooth things over and said: "Senior Xianyao, the nightmare beast's mental power is the best in the three realms. Its mental power is at least ten times as strong as yours. In the spiritual field it spreads, if there is no one who can The special ability to isolate mental power

A unique treasure, you cannot be its opponent. "

The colorless old monk said: "Yes, the Buddhist lineage is mainly about spiritual power, but it is far from nightmare. If you fight, you will lose if you can't even see the shadow of nightmare."

After listening to the two old men, Xianyao immediately gave up the idea of ​​fighting.

No matter how strong the sword is, it is also a physical attack.

The nightmare beast is a soul attack.

Physical attack can't stop the soul attack.

Now the first plug-in nightmare beast in the three realms has been arranged for Ye Xiaochuan, and Xianyao can barely accept it.

As long as Ye Xiaochuan doesn't fall into Guo Bier's hands, it won't be a bad result.

She said to the storyteller: "Mr. Wu, then Ye Xiaochuan will be troubled by you to take care of him."

The storyteller smiled bitterly.

He really didn't want to take on the hot potato of Ye Xiaochuan, but he didn't dare to disobey the words of the nightmare beast. He said with tears in his eyes: "I have been free and easy for most of my life, but in my later years I have become a family nanny... Don't worry, before Ye Xiaochuan recovers from his injuries, I will take him with me and heal his injuries. But when he recovers from his injuries and can walk and run,

when he leaves by himself, it will have nothing to do with me!"

Xian Yao nodded, said nothing, and disappeared. It was unknown whether she went to the front mountain or to the bamboo forest where she lived in seclusion. The matter here has been roughly completed. After Xian Yao left, Guo Bier and the old monk Wu Se had no reason to stay here, so they left one after another.