Crossing the Book and Meeting the Reborn Villain

Ye Junzhu sat on the chair, looked at Zhao He lying sprawled on the ground, and said, "Wake him up."

The skeleton next to him jumped and ran over, and slapped him forward, leaving five blood-red marks on Zhao He's face.

Zhao He woke up immediately from the pain. He sat up and touched his face, and felt the blood on his hands.

Ye Junzhu looked at the bewildered Zhao He, and said, "Tell me about Xianxiu's plans one by one, and maybe you won't die."

Zhao He turned his head to look at Ye Junzhu, rolled his eyes around, and shouted, "Where is Fellow Daoist Shen?"

"Jie Jie Jie," Skull said with a sinister smile next to him, "this sword cultivator's bones are really hard. No matter how much the master asks him, he refuses to explain. Seeing that he looks good, he rewarded him to the demon cultivators outside. Now I guess it's fine." If it doesn’t die, it’s also abolished.”

The corners of Ye Junzhu's mouth twitched slightly. Fortunately, Shen Yun went to retreat.

Zhao He shivered for a moment, turned around and saw a skeleton standing next to him, he staggered and fell to the ground.

The skeleton raised his hand and slapped him again.

Zhao He groaned, opened his eyes and stared at Ye Junzhu and said, "Beast, I will not submit to you."

Ye Junzhu glanced at his face and said, "With your appearance, I will never let anyone insult you, but if you don't tell the truth, I don't guarantee that your end will be even worse."

Zhao He stared at Ye Junzhu, and sneered, "Even if I tell the truth, you probably won't let me go."

Ye Junzhu smiled faintly, "We demon cultivators have no requirements for the so-called benevolence, righteousness and morality. If you are willing to betray immortal cultivators, I will appreciate you more. Real bad people are always cuter than fake good people."

Zhao He rolled his eyes, and suddenly he got up and knelt down to Ye Junzhu, shouting, "My lord, I am willing to be loyal to you."

"..." Ye Junzhu stood up and said with his hands behind his back, "I'm terrified of your sudden change of mind."

Zhao He blinked his eyes and said, "I was not clear-headed before, but now I see the future clearly, so I turned to the light."

"But you will not be sober in the future?" Ye Junzhu walked slowly in front of him and said, "I never believe in people's hearts. If you want to show your loyalty, give me your soul."

Zhao He hesitated, if the soul is incomplete, not to mention that there is no hope of advancing in this life, even if reincarnated, he would be a fool.

Ye Junzhu saw through his thoughts, and continued, "If you are always so clear-headed, when my plan succeeds, I will definitely not treat you badly, and this soul will be returned to you."

Zhao He was slightly taken aback, and asked subconsciously, "What's your plan?"

Ye Junzhu looked at him with a half-smile.

Zhao He came back to his senses, and Ye Junzhu saw that he was covered in cold sweat. He rubbed his hands and said with a dry smile, "I am talking too much, don't worry, my lord, I will always be sober. Take it away." If you don't hand over your soul, you might really be scattered here today.

Ye Junzhu nodded slightly, stretched out his hand and made a gesture. After a long while, a small yellow light ball flew out of Zhao He's forehead and landed in Ye Junzhu's palm.

Zhao He looked at the yellow ball of light in Ye Junzhu's hand, and said, "You must put it away, don't lose it." It was the first time he saw what his soul looked like, Huang Jingjing's, it was so beautiful.

Ye Junzhu threw the yellow light ball into the retro storage ring on his right hand, and said, "Tell me, what is Xianxiu planning recently?"

After one soul was taken away, Zhao He's face was very pale, he leaned on the tunnel with his right hand, "Xianxiu just sent us to find out your reality."

"You?" Ye Junzhu raised his eyebrows and said, "Besides you and that sword repairer, who else is there?"

"No..." Seeing Ye Junzhu's eyes, another layer of cold sweat broke out on Zhao He's forehead, and he coughed dryly, "There are not many people, only five. The remaining three are still outside. But with the strength of the venerable, it is not enough to worry about."

Ye Junzhu nodded slightly. He didn't plan to move those three people for the time being. They might be useful in the future, but they must be found.

"Zhao He," Ye Junzhu said suddenly, "Go back and meet those three people, don't reveal your current identity, find a way to keep them here, and give their portraits to Bai Weng."

"No problem." Zhao He patted his chest and said, "Your Honor, you can rest easy with a subordinate like me."

"I hope so."

The skeleton scratched the cap, as if the newcomer had taken away its sycophantic job and its master's favor.

The jealous skeleton turned around and told the other puppets about the incident, and all the puppets expressed their indignation. They were not enough to fight for pets within themselves, and another outsider joined in, which would definitely make Zhao He feel better!

Therefore, every time Zhao He enters the palace, he will encounter many barriers. Basically, every time he sees Ye Junzhu, his nose is bruised and his face is swollen, and he cannot tell his true face.Although Ye Junzhu is not a person who particularly likes appearance, but he can't stand his pig-headed appearance. Basically, he asked Zhao He to leave after simply asking important things.

Seeing that their goals had been achieved, the puppets even held a small party behind Ye Junzhu's back, but after the party they started "infighting" again, fully confirming a sentence - there are no permanent friends, nor permanent enemies.

And Ye Junzhu knew about the rivalry among the puppets, but most of the puppets were just making harmless jokes, so he didn't care about it.

As soon as Ning Qingyang left the customs, Ye Junzhu went out to integrate the magic cultivator and began to lecture.

Ye Junzhu wore a mask to enhance his style.Standing on the roof of the main hall, looking at the demon cultivators sitting cross-legged on the ground below, he said, "The immortal cultivators want to destroy my demon cultivators, so I will gather everyone to resist the immortal cultivators."

"My lord, what shall we do next?"

Ye Junzhu looked down at the questioner, and said, "I heard that the immortal cultivators are very arrogant in the past few decades of my retreat, so let's dampen their spirit first." He turned his head to look at Bai Weng beside him.

Bai Weng took two steps forward, bowed and said, "My lord, the elite disciples of the various sects of Xianxiu and the elite elders of the sects are all gathered in Hezhou. open."

"It's just a large formation protecting the mountain, nothing to worry about." Ye Junzhu sneered, "I'm afraid that those who set up the large formation protecting the mountain are not even half as good at formation as I am."

All the demon cultivators got up from the ground, knelt on the ground and shouted, "Your Majesty is heroic, we will follow His Majesty to the death."

Ye Junzhu looked at everyone with a straight face. The demon cultivator here may not have much sincerity. If he took it seriously, his brain would be broken.

Ye Junzhu raised his hand to stop Moxiu, and continued, "Since Xianxiu committed suicide by himself, then we don't have to be polite and attack Daoyangzong tomorrow."

All the demon cultivators gasped. Daoyang Sect is a sacred place for cultivating immortals in Xianxiu's heart. In their eyes, it is a mountain that can never be climbed. His lord actually challenged Daoyang Sect at the first step. His lord They are still too young, speaking of them, they are still very nervous, everyone has already prepared an escape route that cannot be beaten.

The three Xianxiu who were in Moxiu looked at each other and had to send the news immediately.

Just as the three immortal cultivators were trying to figure out how to send the news, an extremely arrogant voice suddenly appeared.

"Devil cultivator, release my master!" A white figure appeared from nowhere and attacked Ye Junzhu.

Ye Junzhu was slightly taken aback, watching Shen Le flying over angrily with his sword raised.