Ye Ling took away the ancient order and threw the storage bag back to the Yueman Saint. When asked about the opening of the ancient illusion, the Yueman Saint remained silent.
Ye Ling tried to ask her indirectly about the mountains, rivers, landforms and customs of the Fire Barbarian Land south of Shiwanda Mountain, but he was also resisted by the Yueman Saint. She remained silent all the way, as if Ye Ling had taken away the ancient order. It was as if he had offended her deeply, and he had a kind of arrogance that he would rather die than surrender.
Ye Ling had nothing to do with such a proud Yue Man Saint. Although he controlled her soul blood, behind her, there was Nascent Soul Barbarian Duke! Don't press too hard.
Ye Ling said calmly: "It doesn't matter if you don't say anything. Once you get out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, you won't have to worry about not being able to find out! However, your soul blood will be kept by me and I won't return it to you now."
Saint Yue Man's face was as gloomy as water, and she couldn't help but say: "What if you destroy this Saint's soul blood after you leave, wouldn't I be driven to pieces?"
Ye Ling said coldly: "Once I return your soul blood, even if you don't bother me anymore, do you think you, the Barbarian Lord and the people of the Yue Man Tribe, will be able to forgive me? So, don't even think about getting your soul blood back." ! I won’t destroy it easily. When I pass by the Hundred Thousand Mountains again in the future, wouldn’t it be nice that you and I can still respect each other as guests and not draw swords at each other?”
Saintess Yueman was stunned when she heard this, and found that she could not argue with him no matter what. She frowned and said bitterly: "I hope you keep your promise and don't die early! Otherwise, when you die, you will lose all my soul and blood." It also dissipated and implicated this holy lady in being buried with you!"
Ye Ling said leisurely: "Don't worry! With your little moral skills, you are far worse than me! If you die first, I will not die. Without the blessing of the Yueman tribe, can you survive in this world of immortal cultivation?" It’s hard to say whether you can save your life.”
Saint Yue Man was stunned for a moment in anger. She saw the Red Fire Green Tailed Leopard carrying them out of the mountains of Shiwan Mountain. Looking southward, it was almost a flat river!
"Go back! There's no need to send you far away, let's say goodbye!" Ye Ling sent the Moon Barbarian Saint away and walked away. The figure in the blood-colored robe and the backs of the four spiritual beasts disappeared far away on the horizon. .
The Moon Man Saint kept watching him go away, and finally stamped her feet angrily, turned around, and saw the hunched, skinny Man Man appearing in front of her, leaning on the crescent staff!
"Mr. Man!" Saint Yue Man's eyes widened and she said in disbelief: "Since when did you, old man, follow you all the way? Why didn't you stop him? This kid is so bad!"
In the old and profound eyes of Barbarian Gong, which have experienced many vicissitudes over the years, he looked at the Saint with great love, and said meaningfully: "Your soul blood is in his hands. If you stop him, you will be in danger. Here. This man, I can tell, is definitely not from the Witch Clan! The Witch Lord’s robe on his body is unusual, it is quite old!”
The Moonman Saint was startled again, her mouth opened wide, and she was speechless. She pondered for a long time before saying: "Not from the Witch Clan? Didn't he come to Shiwanda Mountain to spy on our Yueman tribe? Is it true? Passing by! So, he is a monk from the Wu Kingdom on the north side of Shiwanda Mountain!"
Mangong nodded slightly: "Well, that should be the case. You were too reckless! You offended a monk from afar who you shouldn't have paid attention to. Your soul blood was taken away by him before my grandfather came to rescue you. Everything It’s too late, I can only wish for happiness!”
