Chapter 1573: Fan Yi's State of Mind

"you do not say!"

I strode forward, pressed the Thunder God Blade on Fan Yi's soul's neck, and said with a sneer, "I have already missed you since the first day you died, Fan Yi."

"oh?"

Fan Yi looked down, looked at the thunder and lightning from the Thunder God Blade, and said with a smile: "Tsk tsk, although it is a good weapon, but you use a human weapon to deal with souls? Is it useful? You might as well take a look, Can you cut off my Fan Yi's neck?"

I suddenly pulled the dagger horizontally, and slit Fan Yi's throat with a "chi", but it was only cut on a piece of blood-red cotton wool, and it healed in a blink of an eye. As Fan Yi said, the weapons in the world cannot kill ghosts of.

"Peng!"

He punched Fan Yi hard on the cheek, followed by an uppercut that nearly knocked his head off his neck, and then kicked him hard in the chest, causing Fan Yi to scream, But the body was bound by the six lightning chains, and he could only scream. The fists of the quasi-god realm were hard enough and filled with holy energy, so hitting them would definitely hurt.

"Come again!"

With his hands tied up horizontally, his drooping head slowly lifted up, with fiery red blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, he said with a smile, "It's just a remnant soul anyway, His Royal Highness Xiaoyao Wang tortures as much as he wants, and lights up as he wants. Fan Yi is just fish on the chopping board, what can I say?"

I smiled slightly, stepped forward to lift his chin with my toes, and asked with a smile, "Where did Lin Xi fall?"

"oh?"

He narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "Who is Lin Xi?"

I just kicked his chin out of the way immediately, with a "snap", and then the soul repaired itself, and the embarrassed Fan Yi drooped his head again, and then laughed loudly: "Come on!" Come on, give me a good time, I was once a Confucian sage, I was once a throne, I can't stand this kind of shame, come on!"

He opened his eyes and roared angrily: "July Fire! The fairy sword in your eyes can kill my soul, give me a happy one! And you, the wind does not smell, your pure landscape mana can also destroy the dead In addition, there is you Sura, your flaming sword is unparalleled, and killing ghosts is called chopping melons and vegetables, come on, take any one, and give me Fan Yi a good time!"

"You are so beautiful."

Sura squinted and smiled, her face was beautiful.

...

I frowned and said, "Let me ask you again, where is Lin Xi? Where did you exile her?"

"What Lin Xi? What exile?"

Fan Yi chuckled: "Why can't I understand this king? If you want to kill or cut, you can listen to me!"

"Hmph, you don't have to eat fine wine for toasting." Beiyue Guan Yang frowned.

"oh?"

Fan Yi narrowed his eyes: "Old man, are you old and confused? My king was beaten just after the reunion of souls. Do you have a chance to toast me Fan Yi from the beginning to the end?"

The corner of my mouth raised: "If I give you something to eat, will you eat it?"

"Smart, the one who knows me is also the King of Xiaoyao!"

Fan Yi laughed: "This king has a noble nature. Since he has decided to devote himself to the darkness, he will never receive the slightest favor from the light. Tsk tsk, this is called a principle. It's normal for you ordinary people to not understand."

"So much nonsense!"

Guan Yang frowned, and said: "King Xiaoyao, I have nothing to say to this kind of person, why don't you just trigger the thunder in the sky and give him a killing stick to taste the power."

I took a step back: "Then start?"

"Um!"

Feng Buwen nodded, and everyone opened a gap above their forbidden heads, while Feng Buwen frowned and looked at Feng Zhong, raised his hand and took out three golden talismans. Moved, the Confucian tiger who secretly learned talisman said in a deep voice: "Order! Wind Master, Rain Master, Thunder Master, listen to my orders!"

In an instant, the aura of the three talismans permeated the entire Jingguantai, the sky was filled with wind and clouds, and the raindrops were getting bigger and bigger, and in the midst of the wind and rain, there was a "chuck" sound and a bowl-thick thunderbolt fell fiercely. It hit Fan Yi's soul directly on the back.

"Ah~~~"

Fan Yi wailed, it was the power of the lightning strike that the soul could not bear, and directly chopped Feng Buwen's hair to stand up one by one, his back was already scorched black, and amidst the howling, he said angrily: " If the wind does not smell, I am your ancestor!"

I frowned and said: "Feng Xiang, you have lost your ancestors..."

"..."

Feng Buwen frowned, a little angry, and issued another order, and immediately three consecutive thunderbolts descended from the sky, striking Fan Yi's body one after another, until his skin was torn apart. This soul that once owned the throne is too tough. If it were an ordinary wandering ghost, I'm afraid it would be wiped out in a flash of lightning.

"Come on, come on!"

Fan Yi laughed loudly: "If you don't hear the wind, if you have the guts, you'll turn me into ashes!"

Feng Buwen said directly to me: "If you use thunderstorm to attack again, I'm afraid this strand of soul will really dissipate."

"Then stop, lest he speak sweetly to you again, Feng Xiang is a scholar, he shouldn't be humiliated like this."

"Um."

...

The wind does not smell to disperse the thunderstorm.

"ah?!"

Fan Yi looked up at the stars in the sky, and said with a smile: "Tsk tsk, if you don't hear the wind, you're so cowardly? I thought you were a man. As a Xiyue mountain king who occupies half of the country, you don't even have a wisp of soul. Why not?"

"..."

Feng Buwen didn't bother to pay attention to him, just sat in a corner with his sword.

I walked forward slowly.

"Yo?"

Fan Yi grinned and said: "The Xiaoyao King is playing again? Tsk tsk, this is to fight against me, Xiao Fan, you are really not a group of fastidious people! The thunder and lightning that is not heard by the wind are useless, what do you have for the Xiaoyao King?" Means? Pull out the swords of the heavens and chop me Fan Yi? Tsk tsk, I'm afraid that you, the Xiaoyao King, have something to ask for, and you can't do it!"

I smiled lightly: "Of course there are other means."

Saying, "嗤啦", there is a blazing long whip of lightning in my right hand, it is a ray of thunder that I have been nurturing in Lingxu, and I have been nurturing in Lingxu for too long now. It grew strong again, and this is the purest thunder in the world, much more powerful than the thunder and lightning caused by Feng Buwen!

"Snapped!"

The moment the whip was raised, there was a fiery wound on Fan Yi's chest, and the thunder turned.

"Ahhhhhh..."

This time, even a tough guy like Wendao Zhisheng couldn't bear it any longer. He howled miserably, his expression distorted, and roared angrily: "Ouyang Luli, if you have the guts, kill me Fan Yi. What's the use of torturing me? Lao Tzu If the will is not strong, can you win the first throne? Let me tell you, even if you kill me, I will never talk about Lin Xi's whereabouts. Beloved is separated from man and heaven, and cannot meet in eternity!"

"Then I will fulfill you!"

I swung the long whip condensed by Tianlei and whipped violently again, until Fan Yi's body was covered with dense wounds, but he still didn't seem to let go at all.

"If you fight again, you will lose your soul." Lin Fengnian said with a frown.

"Okay, change."

I directly took the thunder in my hand and said, "Sura, come here."

"Um."

The Fire Demon Queen stepped forward step by step with the Flame Excalibur, and her slender jade legs were wearing combat boots, which was particularly moving.

"Another trash?"

Fan Yi sneered: "You Longyu and Human Race only have this method of torture, which is too disappointing."

"Have a taste of my real fire."

Sura stepped lightly, and suddenly the blazing flames spread along the surface of the ground, directly burning Fan Yi in it. Immediately, Fan Yi struggled and cursed like a chicken, killing all eighteen generations of Sura's ancestors. I cursed again, and tried to put out the fire while spitting, but it was useless. Sura's real fire was too fierce, even a monk at the peak level might not be able to hold it, let alone a wisp of the throne's soul.

"Don't tell me yet?"

I asked lightly.

"say what?"

Fan Yi was trembling all over, and his voice was also trembling: "Say... say that I put Lin Xiliu in the gap of time, and I will go there to have a feast if I have the chance? You, Ouyang Luli, haven't even had time to enjoy the delicacy, I, Fan Yi Is Yijie going first?"

"court death!"

I stepped forward and suddenly pressed Fan Yi's head with one hand.

"Happy King!"

Feng Buwen was shocked: "Don't kill him, after you wipe out this strand of soul, the only clue may be broken!"

"Don't worry, I won't kill him!"

My body sank suddenly, and the Shadow Spirit Market appeared, and I sank rapidly with Fan Yi's soul. There was a loud "boom", and the two of them fell into a lush vegetation in the Shadow Spirit Market.

State of mind scallion valley.

...

"Um!?"

Fan Yi has elegant sleeves, and at this time, he no longer has the restraint of the six lightning chains, but the suppression of the Dao is stronger, because this is the Valley of Mind, my place of cultivation, here, Fan Yi is just a small Just a prisoner.

"Hmph, mood?"

Fan Yi sneered, and said with a smile: "Ouyang Luli, do you think I can submit like this?"

"You can try!"

I stretched out my hand a little, and Fan Yi's body suddenly became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a speck of dust in the scallion valley of the state of mind, and I was like an ant standing on a boulder overlooking the stone, watching him quietly. At that time, the world Fan Yi saw was already different from what I saw. He was standing in a side hall of a Confucian school, with rolls of bamboo slips on the desk, and a man sitting in front of him. The old master with white hair and childlike face was holding a scroll of bamboo slips and reading them with great interest.

He looked up and found that Fan Yi was looking at him. He couldn't help laughing and said, "Why don't you study hard, what do you want to see Mr.? Want to taste the taste of the ruler again? Don't forget, if you don't have any fame, how can you get along with me?" Parents at home? It’s a bit unreasonable for Mr. here... With my knowledge, the proud student I teach must be the second best candidate of his secular dynasty, right? "

This was Fan Yi's state of mind.

Looking at this old master, Fan Yi, the most rebellious and unruly hearer, suddenly burst into tears without saying a word.