Soul Emperor Martial God

"Remember what I said?"

Qin Hong stared at Xiao Yi coldly.

"Forgot." Xiao Yi replied indifferently, too lazy to talk.

Qin Hong said coldly, "I said, don't let me see you in the boiling volcano again."

"Otherwise, no one can save your life."

"You can try." Xiao Yi was really not interested in talking to a group of fools, and he said casually, planning to leave after plucking the fire-hearted grass.

"Boy, are you deaf? Stop it." He shouted again.

The two elders of Huo Yizong were talking.

Just now, it was also their violent shouts, drinking Xiao Yi.

"Boy, get out of me right away, there is one less Fireheart Grass inside. I want you to die." Another old man said angrily.

Xiao Yi sneered, "Why, these fireheart grasses belong to your family? Why don't I pick them?"

The old man yelled coldly, "Laughter, these fire-hearted grasses are naturally not ours, but this is something from the Holy Mountain."

"No picking is allowed without the permission of the holy mountain."

"If you want to go your own way and offend the holy mountain, you will wait to be chased down by all the forces tens of thousands of miles around the boiling volcano."

"Holy Mountain allows?" Xiao Yi's face twitched.

He really didn't want to talk nonsense with these crazy people.

With a big hand stretched out, he directly took off the fire heart grass.

"Boy, dare you?"

"Asshole, I killed you."

The two old men were furious at once.

However, at the moment when they were furious, a violent roar came from a distance.

"Huh?" Xiao Yi frowned. In the distance, there was an extremely majestic mountain.

High mountains, you can't see the top at a glance.

The roar comes from above the mountain.

"Holy Mountain is angry." The expressions of the two old men changed drastically.

Boom... At this moment, a huge hot fireball blasted from a distance.

The speed is amazing.

It was almost a breathing room, already in front of Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi turned around and threw a punch.

There was a loud bang.

The huge fireball was directly blasted away, causing sparks to spread out.

"Monstery?" Xiao Yi frowned.

When his fist hit the huge fireball just now, he clearly felt a trace of monster aura from the fireball.

However, this breath is extremely weak.

Moreover, it is fleeting.

Such a weak and quickly dissipating breath, if Xiao Yi was a demon hunter, and had perceived people well, he almost didn't react.

"Boy, this is just a warning from the Holy Mountain." The two old men scolded with ugly expressions.

"If you move halfway, what awaits you will be the anger of the holy mountain destroying the world."

"How can you contend with the might of heaven and earth."

"The power of heaven and earth?" Xiao Yi sneered.

The huge fireball that blasted just now did not have the feeling of half the martial arts power, and some were just the breath of monsters.

"I want to see it and dare to blast me a second time." Xiao Yi sneered.

The huge fireball just now, in terms of power, was only about the sixth layer of the earth.

If it blasted again, he was sure to pursue his breath and find what was attacking from behind.

He wanted to see which wicked animal was pretending to be a ghost.

After thinking about it, Xiao Yi stretched out his hand to the second fireheart grass.

However, at this moment, a series of piercing and sharp eyes focused on him.

"Huh?" Xiao Yi looked up.

Around, I don't know when, a lot of warriors appeared.

Each of them showed a fierce look, holding weapons, and looking at Xiao Yi coldly.

That kind of gaze, as if Xiao Yi dared to pick the fire heart grass, they would immediately be attacked like a storm.

Xiao Yi's eyes were cold, he was not interested in what these people were going to do.

But the premise is that they don't mess with themselves.

Xiao Yi's hand already held the second fireheart grass.

The two elders of Huo Yizong instantly killed them with awe-inspiring intent, "Boy, don't think your mere seven-fold cultivation base is nothing."

"If you have not obtained the permission of the Holy Mountain, the two of me will kill you now."

The two Huo Yizong elders are strong on the top of the earth.

Of course, Xiao Yi's cultivation base is only in the Seventh Layer of the Earth.

But the extreme peaks he has killed are already countless.

Just as Xiao Yi was about to pick, a soft voice came from the other side.

"This son, come out first."

A figure appeared out of thin air.

Here comes a woman in plain clothes, it is Cheng Suyan.

Xiao Yi didn't want to bother, but Cheng Suyan kept winking.

His eyes were full of eagerness.

Xiao Yi frowned, holding Huoxincao's hand in his hand, and suddenly let go.

Afterwards, the figure flashed, leaving the place where the white gas was boiling, and came to Cheng Suyan's side.

It is not in a hurry to pick the fire heart grass, and you can pick it up easily.

He wanted to see now what's going on here.

Seeing Xiao Yi stopped picking, Cheng Suyan breathed a sigh of relief.

"My son, what a coincidence." Cheng Suyan smiled and looked at Xiao Yi.

"What's going on here?" Xiao Yi asked suspiciously.

"The son doesn't know?" Cheng Suyan's face was slightly startled.

At this time, the surrounding warriors, as well as the warriors of Huo Yizong, have withdrawn their previous hostility.

Then he stood there without any further action.

They seem to be waiting for something.

Xiao Yi looked at Cheng Suyan doubtfully and asked, "Should I know?"

"Of course." Cheng Suyan was surprised. "Otherwise, how come you come to the boiling volcano, son?"

"What I just said was a coincidence, but it was just a joke."

Xiao Yi frowned and said nothing.

Cheng Suyan looked at Xiao Yi's puzzled look, and said in amazement, "This son, don't you really just come to the boiling volcano to experience it?"

"Yeah." Xiao Yi nodded.

"Heh." Cheng Suyan patted her forehead and said, "That's a coincidence."

"Today, but the day the boiling volcano worships the mountain."

"Every year today, almost all forces within the tens of thousands of miles of the boiling volcano will send warriors."

"The day of sacrificing the mountain?" Xiao Yi glanced at the martial artists around him and asked, "Are these the martial artists of the major forces around here?"

"Yes." Cheng Suyan replied, "A few days ago, the warriors of all forces had already arrived."

"As of now, there are no less than a hundred forces here."

"Warriors, more than thousands."

"It won't be long before more and more warriors will come."

While talking, Cheng Suyan looked at Xiao Yi a few times and said, "Tsk tsk, I didn't expect the son to change his clothes, he is extraordinary, he is a beautiful son."

"Beautiful?" Xiao Yi was full of black lines.

"That's right." Cheng Suyan smiled, "Counting the pill that I gave to the son before, let the son come here safely."

"Adding to saving your life this time, I helped the son twice in total."

"How does the son plan to repay me?"

"Save me?" Xiao Yi smiled faintly, noncommittal.

"Isn't it?" Cheng Suyan angrily said, "If I hadn't let you out just now, you might have been besieged by the surrounding warriors and lost your life."

"Want to come to the son is not like an unknown person, maybe there is still power behind him."

"However, the overwhelming power behind Young Master Ren is not able to withstand the siege of all the warriors here, and even the anger of the holy mountain."

Cheng Suyan smiled lightly, "Let's do this, the son will either pay a tens of millions of taels in return, or let me show you personally. I don't have a very high vision, I can barely see you."

"Heh." Xiao Yi chuckled, then frowned, "The anger of the holy mountain? Just a mountain."

"A mountain... nothing?" Cheng Suyan heard the words, putting away her joking smile, her face suddenly became solemn, "No, this is not an ordinary mountain."

"This is the holy mountain."

"It has life."

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