It was hard for Lin Chongyang to comment on the desert eagle's own death, even if he had warned him.
After all, the hatred of genocide comes first, and the hatred of killing his son comes later. However, how could his mind outsmart Di Ming, and being directly controlled by Di Ming with the backhand of Desert Goshawk was something he had expected back then.
No matter how you say it, it is a powerful force. Whether it is to deal with Yuxie King's tribe or to deal with Moxie King's three sects, it is very useful.
It was somewhat unrealistic to directly ask Di Ming to release the people. Lin Chongyang could only help them get some treatment. Anyway, the role of the plans left by Jiutian Xuanzun had been reduced time and time again.
"What exactly do you want to do?" Di Ming asked this question again.
The confinement of the surrounding space was released. Lin Chongyang threw the mask in his hand back to him and asked rhetorically: "You should be able to change your face, right?"
"How did you..." Di Ming was a little surprised.
Before he could finish speaking, the person in front of him continued to say:
"How can I take you to see Yu Xiaoyao without changing your face? Do you really want to kill him?"
Those golden pairs were bottomless and seemed to trap him. No matter how much he boasted about his wisdom, he never thought that Lin Chongyang would say such words to him.
"Why?" He pinched the mask in his hand subconsciously, and Di Ming's heartbeat skipped a beat at the same time.
It has to be said that now that the problems of the Eight Tribes of Tianxie and the Baqi Dragon Head were solved, he was moved by Lin Chongyang's proposal, and the Blood Dark Plan is now proceeding in an orderly manner.
He, Doomsday Seventeen, wants to be a little willful.
"I said before, why do you need to look down on yourself so much? There are many people who are willing to do things for me. Even so, you are still the most special one."
Lin Chongyang spoke with seductive words in a calm tone, and saw Lin Chongyang light up a sword intention to wash away the load brought by the power of blood and darkness on the earth and the underworld:
"You have a background that others don't have, and this is your advantage."
While his heart was beating, Di Ming did not let down his guard: "So, what is the price?"
When the sword intention entered his body, a sense of pleasure that seemed to come from his soul swept through his whole body from the inside out, making him feel a lot more relaxed, even though he had long been accustomed to the erosion of his body by the power of blood and darkness.
However, he didn't hate this feeling, it was warm.
"Help me pay attention to a few trivial things, that's all."
"Oh, are you so kind-hearted?"
"Haoxing Detective Dragon is now in the elven world. As for Taixi Shenzhao, who claims to be the mother of light on the earth, he was killed in the Southern Territory twenty years ago."
Lin Chongyang asked himself that he would only be better at the things Jiutian Xuanzun knew. His calm tone was a little more frivolous, and his words showed a little care for the younger generation:
"In your eyes, the Eight-Qi Evil God, who is considered a serious nuisance by Jiutian Xuanzun, is nothing more than mediocre in my opinion. With Yu Xiaoyao here, you cannot deny some facts, Seventeen."
No one is more qualified than him to say these words. Lin Chongyang can clean up the mess left by Jiutian Xuanzun one by one.
Even Martyr No. 17 was unable to refute.
The person in front of him, no matter in terms of vision, mind, or courage, is unmatched by others. Because of this, Di Ming's attitude this time is much better than the last time.
Even though he knew in his heart that the other party was using him through some words and means.
However, he was willing to do it for Yu Xiaoyao.
"Won't he recognize it?" Di Ming hesitated.
"Apart from your current posture, he should have only seen you in Doomsday Seventeen, and the related memories have been sealed.
Then, if you change your face and let me cover up your body for you, it will be very easy to hide it from him. You can even change your identity and get close to him.
All disasters have been resolved, and the end is no longer here. This is a very rare opportunity. Whether you want to seize it or not depends on how you think about it. "
He raised his hand and patted his shoulder, then stepped forward, passed the figure standing in front of him, and left.
On the other side, the mellow true energy entered the body and dispersed into the limbs and bones, replacing the original existence of the power of blood and darkness, covering all the immortal sect's body. Di Ming also made up his mind at the same time.
With a flash of brilliance, his clothes, face, and hair color all changed, leaving no trace of the past.
It looks more like a magician from a northwest overseas country.
Then, he saw him taking steps and quickly followed Lin Chongyang, who had already walked some distance. What he couldn't understand was that the other party didn't choose to turn into a rainbow and rush on his way.
"You can take this to Forest Prison and sell it for a good price."
After Di Ming, who transformed into the Yongye playwright, followed, Lin Chongyang transformed into a thin book and threw it to him.
Di Ming didn't say anything. He raised his hand to take the book and started to read it.
From the previous conversation, Lin Chongyang knew that when he went to the Forest Prison, Di Ming was not there, and the King of Hell did not inform him of this matter afterwards.
In that thin book, it was recorded that he had made targeted modifications to the wheel of non-turning, which was only applicable to the King of Hell.
To a certain extent, it can solve the problem of his need to seize the body.
"I understand." Di Ming put away the book and even changed his self-identification in order not to reveal his secret in front of Yu Xiaoyao.
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The news that Yu Xiaoyao lost in the bet spread throughout the circle of acquaintances overnight.
Within Haozheng Wu Dao, Jinglong Yunxiao, who came after hearing the news, was very dissatisfied with this matter. As a senior brother of Yunhai Xianmen, he made a bet and still didn't win. It was really embarrassing.
In other words, Jiutian Xuanzun is already dead, otherwise Gao De would have to sulk and give him extra homework.
"Then the competition between fellow practitioners and friends, the competition! Can it be considered as being beaten when fellow practitioners supervise each other's progress?" Yu Xiaoyao argued while sitting in the Haofa Cultivation Hall.
Then there were words such as "The hateful brother is in his late stage", "He is deliberately retaliating", "I was careless", and "Why didn't you save me, Fengtian" and other words.
It caused everyone to burst into laughter, and the air inside and outside the first hall was filled with joy.
Yu Xiaoyao also didn't expect that after just a few years of seeing his friend, he couldn't even understand his good friend's cultivation. Is there any heavenly principles and does he talk about the basic methods of cultivation?
It was only after he lost the fight that he realized that he had been tricked by this friend who was in the late stage of brother control. The injury was not hurt at all, but the pain was really painful.
The most important thing is that his chicken legs and sausages are leaving him.
Not long after, Mr. Fei Fei also came to the Haofa Xiu Hall. He smiled and took out some tools that no one could understand. After some operations that no one could understand, he brewed a pot of something similar to tea.
Then, he poured a cup and pushed it in front of Yu Xiaoyao: "Friend, a gentleman's words are followed by a whip."
Looking at the dark brown liquid in the cup, Yu Xiaoyao looked troubled. He had an ominous premonition. The smell was not unpleasant, but he always felt that something was wrong.
Under everyone's expectant eyes, he picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
The rich bitterness filled the taste buds. Yu Xiaoyao resisted the urge to cough, secretly used his true energy to swallow it, and said calmly: "My friend, do you call this tea?"
