After Qiongqi finished speaking, Wen Rudao had a Taoist spiritual pestle in his hand.
The spiritual pestle exuded golden light, directly pressing Qiongqi, who was already weak in the confinement circle, to the ground.
Su Yueli narrowed her almond-shaped eyes. The deterrent power of this spiritual pestle is indeed terrifying, but...
She thought about it, threw out a barrier talisman, smiled harmlessly and said: "Qiongqi, do you feel that the smell of this fire stick is familiar?"
Qiongqi was so bullied that he lay on the ground and said angrily: "Don't care who he is, kill him for me!"
Su Yueli: "Don't worry, peel off some skin before killing me!"
Although she has a good temper, she is not so good that she would be bullied in her face and still think twice about her future.
Wen Rudao knew her identity and still dared to kill her, which showed that the other party was not afraid of her and even thought that even if he killed her, the consequences would be dealt with.
He was so unscrupulous that he would not be able to live up to his title as Princess Mian unless he was killed!
Wen Rudao looked at her, with a flash of bloodlust in his eyes, "Now beg for mercy and cut off the contract with Qiongqi. Maybe we can still become friends."
"Oh?" Su Yueli's smile became brighter, and the coldness in her eyes became more frightening. "What benefits can I get from becoming your friend?"
Wen Rudao didn't seem to see the murderous intent in her eyes, or he didn't care about the murderous intent in her body at all. He still said proudly: "It's benefits you can't imagine, including the entire Prince Mian's palace, will be saved because of my kindness. Turn things around!"
Su Yueli: "..." I've seen people blow up cowhide to the sky, but I've never seen people blow themselves up to the sky!
She had to praise her sincerely: "You are thicker-skinned than me! Who gave you the courage? Ji Wuming?"
Hearing this name, Wen Rudao sneered disdainfully: "Then you underestimate me too much!"
"It's not that I underestimated you, it's that you underestimated my husband too much. This sin alone is enough to make you die a hundred times!"
"Then there's no need to talk nonsense. It will be easier for me to kill you!" Wen Ru said as he waved the spiritual pestle and threw it directly towards her.
Su Yueli stood there without hiding, until Lingchu approached, she opened her palm, and suddenly, a powerful aura from the same origin as Lingchu roared out.
The first time he used the Eightfold Formation, he was actually dealing with a magical weapon belonging to the same sect as himself.
Ba Zhengzhen, who had already begun to realize his spiritual consciousness, was also stunned for a moment.
But soon, the eight books became excited, as if they were meeting old friends they hadn't seen for many years. They all stepped forward and surrounded the spirit pestle.
Wen Rudao's eyes widened when he saw the Eightfold Formation suddenly appear, and he shouted out loud: "How come the Eightfold Formation is in your hands?"
Su Yueli gave him a superficial smile and said two words lightly: "Guess!"
Uhhhhhh! Wen Rudao's energy and blood surged. He saw that the spiritual pestle instantly lost its attack power and was about to be assimilated by the Eightfold Formation. He was so angry that he took back the magical weapon.
A silver snake suddenly came and he was forced to avoid it.
However, Yin Ruyi had already locked onto him and turned back before giving him a chance to breathe.
The spiritual pestle was his natal magic weapon, but it was also the key to unlocking the Eightfold Formation, but it was forcibly separated for some reason.
Now that we meet again, we instinctively want to become one.
Su Yueli smiled from ear to ear. While releasing Qiongqi's restraint, he imitated his previous tone and said, "Thank you, Brother Bang, for sending me the key. The Eighth Formation is perfect!"
Wen Rudao didn't understand what was on the list. He only knew that once the spirit pestle merged with the Eightfold Formation again, his cultivation would plummet.
When the time comes, let alone this woman, even Qiongqi, who cannot afford to be seriously injured, can kill him.
And this damn silver snake was so cunning that it deliberately injured him but did not kill him, allowing the spirit pestle to absorb his own spiritual power while being assimilated.
There are no robbers like them! Ahhhh!
Wen Rudao was so angry that he was going crazy. How could he still be gentle at all?
He could no longer hold on and shouted at the barrier talisman: "Brother, are you really looking at me like this? Master kicked you out, but there is no enmity or enmity between us brothers!"
After Wen Rudao said this, there was no response from the other party.
Su Yueli then said: "Your senior brother is smarter than you. He knows that I am someone you can't afford to offend!"
Wen Rudao glared at her fiercely and said without giving up: "Brother, this time, Master asked me to bring something to you. Don't you want to hear it?"
Knowing that he said this on purpose, he wanted Ji Wuming, who had been hiding in the dark for a long time, to come out to help him, but he didn't know that Su Yueli had already noticed it.
Don't mention it, Su Yueli is really not afraid of Ji Wuming coming forward. On the contrary, if Ji Wuming comes out, she will rip him off again.
So she waited for a while. Just when she thought Ji Wuming would not show up, a corner of the barrier talisman was suddenly torn apart by a force.
Ji Wuming broke the talisman and entered with an expressionless expression.
He glanced at Wen Rudao coldly, then turned to Su Yueli and bowed lightly, saying: "Your Majesty, Princess, please spare his life for Ji's sake!"
Su Yueli was unmoved, looked at him with a smile, and asked, "If your junior brother had the upper hand just now, would the Imperial Master also step in to save my life?"
Ji Wuming said almost without thinking: "With the princess's strength, there will be no 'what if'. The reason why Ji is here is to let the princess spare his life."
"The Imperial Master is really good at talking." Su Yueli said with a smile, "What if I insist on not staying?"
Ji Wuming lowered his eyes, walked up to her, and lowered his voice so that only he and the two of them could hear, said: "Princess, you can kill him, but killing him now will do no harm to Prince Mian!"
"Really?" Su Yueli didn't know who these two senior brothers were taught by, but looking at their strength, she could guess that their master was by no means an ordinary person. The palace was indeed not suitable for making strong enemies now. She would wait for her to find out. It's not too late to kill him once he knows it's clear.
Thinking about it, she asked: "Can the Imperial Master ask me to let him go just by saying something?"
Ji Wuming secretly gritted his teeth and said: "The eight spiritual pestles are united into one, and their power is greatly increased. The princess will not know it."
"So what if you know? The spiritual pestle is his ransom, but what about the national master's?"
Ji Wuming scolded Wen Rudao as "trash" in his heart, and then said: "Within a year, Ji can block the prince's side."
Su Yueli shook her head: "This kind of promise is the most unreliable, but it's not impossible to believe it if the Imperial Master opens his mouth. But apart from this, I want him to cancel his engagement with Gu Keke."
"This..." Ji Wuming was a little embarrassed.
Su Yueli: "It doesn't matter if you don't agree. If I kill him, the engagement can be terminated naturally. I don't think the Prime Minister's Mansion will let his daughter get married to someone else!"
Ji Wuming thought for a moment and responded: "Okay, Ji will accept it for him!"
"I'll wait for news from the Imperial Master. If the marriage doesn't go away, I can go ahead and kill him."
After Su Yueli finished speaking, Lingchu and Bazheng also completed their integration at the same time.
She took back Yin Ruyi, and Wen Rudao instantly collapsed to the ground as if his bones had been knocked out, but his eyes were still staring at the two of them warily like poisonous snakes.
Su Yueli recalled the Eighth Formation and Qiongqi back to the space with satisfaction, and sighed in a pretentious manner: "I just feel sorry for my little Dingdang, who was bullied like this. Imperial Master, please take good care of your junior brother next time. , I won’t give you this kind of face again!”
If possible, Ji Wuming would like to slap her to death!
