The system runs away at the beginning, I regard the way of heaven as my father

"So arrogant." Tong Chen stared at the person who came and sneered.

Li Chuyi looked at this scene and felt confused.

There are thirteen life thieves, but now there is one less person, Xin Yi.

In the sky, Fake Yi smoothed the fox fur on his shoulders and chuckled, "Whether I am arrogant or not, you will know in a moment."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that in this world, the facial features of those perfect humans who were conducting the tribal sacrificial ceremony began to reorganize and all turned into his face.

"Which of you is taking a day off? Let's have some fun."

"Otherwise, these people will die."

But no one paid any attention on the thousand-foot altar.

In the sky, Fake Yi looked back suddenly, and saw that his own shadow reflected on the white clouds below began to distort.

In an instant, it transformed into the face of an extremely handsome man.

"Interesting." Fake B murmured, and his figure disappeared with a bang.

The woman Qian Yi said softly: "Everyone, those of you who are Qian cultivators, would you like to play with me?"

"I have spent a lot of money on your clan's land outside."

And the one who stood up to confront her was also a woman.

In an instant, two huge golden copper coins appeared in the air, facing each other across a hundred meters.

"What are they doing?" the deceased's wife couldn't help but ask.

"I don't pay for repairs, so how would I know?" Li Chuyi replied casually.

Then, the life thieves with the character "Yi" stood up one after another and started to fight against the immortal cultivators of the perfect human race.

During this period, all the immortals of all races were confused.

Where is Wuxiangxian? Why doesn't he come out?

Soon, between this world, all kinds of immortal forces surged, and it seemed like a big fight was about to break out.

"Fellow Daoist, please stay away from it.", the Shackle Immortal reminded seriously.

"These immortal cultivators are no different from others. They use extremely mysterious techniques. Although they may not seem to be able to destroy the heavens and the earth, if they are slightly contaminated, we will be doomed."

On the sky, at this moment, only Xi Yi was standing there, wearing a purple robe and purple hair. His face was calm and flawless like a beautiful jade.

What he was using was still Mi Dou's body.

"Friend Li, long time no see." He nodded in greeting.

"It's been quite a long time." Li Chuyi smiled.

"It seems that Lao Jin has been kidnapped by you guys."

Xi Yi nodded, "Friend Li, please help me."

"There is also a Heart Cultivator and four ancient and modern immortals here. Please hold them back."

After he said that, he looked at the perfect human drama cultivator girl.

"Daoyou, what's your name?"

"Flower Festival," the woman answered with a smile.

Below, the deceased wife couldn't help but mutter, "Oh, another popular name like Ruyi and Tongchen."

"Among every ten perfect humans, four are Ruyi and two are..."

At this time, Li Chuyi raised his head and said with a smile: "One of the four ancient and modern immortals is called Xinzi Xiu, Xiyi, you think highly of me."

Xi Yi nodded, "Friend Li, you can do it."

"Why should I help you?"

"You will help, you don't need much reason."

Hearing this, Li Chuyi just smiled and lowered his head, "You are right."

Then, as he raised his eyes, his thoughts turned into substance, condensed into a storm, sweeping across the entire world.

"My fellow Taoists, hide quickly." The Shackle Immortal couldn't help but exclaim.

"There are records in our clan history that high-dimensional heart characters cultivate thought storms. Every gust of wind that blows over is a thought space."

“It does not exist in reality, nor in the past or future, but only in our imagination.”

"Do you remember that the River of Time was sealed by the Heart Immortal? It was a similar technique."

"In other words, with our cultivation level, if we fall in, I'm afraid we really won't be able to get out."

However, Li Chuyi was looking at the four ancient and modern immortals and one of them was a cultivator of the word "heart".

"Everyone, please stop disturbing Xi Yi and the other two."

"Let's go to a quiet place and have some tea."

In an instant, the thought storm that swept across the world disappeared, and Li Chuyi and several members of the Perfect Human Race also disappeared.

At this time, Xi Yi landed on top of the thousand-foot altar.

As he moved his ten fingers slightly, Passerby A flashed over and the two of them surrounded the perfect human woman Hua Chao.

Seeing this, Xi Yi took off the other two dolls hanging from his waist and threw them on the ground at random.

One of them transformed into a stunningly beautiful woman, it was Zhang Meiyu.

The other one became a white-haired boy Xijia.

"Tsk tsk, four Xizi cultivators against just me." Hua Chao sighed with a smile in his eyes.

"Your name is Xi Yi, right? That's amazing."

"The Xi character has a special destiny. There are only nine Xi character cultivators in total."

"You actually turned three of them into puppets for your own play."

Hua Chao paused for a moment, "But will four Xi characters be useful?"

She stretched out her hand and saw a white line extending from Xi Yi's neck, which she gently grasped in her hand.

Hua Chao chuckled: "I found your first thread."

Seeing this, Xi Yi's expression changed drastically for the first time, and he looked extremely shocked.

"This is impossible."

"Oh, nothing is impossible, let's continue."

In an instant, the figures of the five opera practitioners began to fade at the same time.

Below, the immortals of all races gathered together, each of them trembling with fear.

"Hey, I knew that where Li Chuyi is, nothing will go smoothly."

"That's not right. He insisted on coming to be the ancestor of the Perfect Human Race during their clan sacrifice ceremony. He is undoubtedly the culprit who persecuted the righteous law."

After hearing these words, an immortal asked: "Everyone, what is the battle situation in front of us? Who can understand it?"

"Oh, you know shit. When these immortal cultivators fight, they are all fighting with their minds."

On the other side, the deceased wife was puzzled and said: "Could it be that the perfect human Wuxiang was led away?"

"What method did they use to tie up a formless immortal?"

"And Fellow Daoist Li's appearance this time has shown his cultivation so rapidly, it is totally unexpected."

Time passed by little by little, and the clan sacrifice held once every 100,000 years was completely ruined.

Before I knew it, it was almost dusk in the plane before my eyes.

Fake B was the first to show his tracks, and with him was a perfect human man. Both of them had murderous intent in their eyes, wanting to get rid of the other as soon as possible.

At this time, Fake B burst out laughing.

"My fellow Taoist, there is a man named Bai Qing who is also practicing fake cultivation. If you kill him, I will obey you."

Then, Qian Yi, Sha Yi, Yin Guo judge Guo Yi... appeared one after another.

Even Li Chuyi and several members of the Perfect Human Race escaped from that thinking space.

For a moment, the atmosphere became a little subtle.

Li Chuyi figured out that these "Yi" life thieves were doing this to help Xi Yi make room to deal with Hua Chao.

And until nightfall, someone finally showed up.

However, it was the Flower Festival.

In her hands, she casually held four dolls.

One of them had purple hair and a purple robe.