Chapter 325: Slight Punishment

"Don't rush to refuse." Wu Yi seemed to have anticipated Zhu Youwen's reaction and continued: "Maybe your Palace Master will reward you."

Zhu Youwen turned his head away and said: "Daoyou, don't be so eloquent and talk nonsense. I won't be deceived by you."

Wu Yi sighed and said: "The Palace Master of Yuanyang Palace is about to break through the realm of Dongtian Yangshen."

Zhu Youwen snorted and did not respond to Wu Yi, with a cold attitude.

"Dongtian masters control the key points of the land and understand the changes of yin and yang. There is a fixed number." Wu Yi said slowly, Zhu Youwen's eyes flickered and his ears stood up. Wu Yi seemed to point out some secrets of the cultivation world.

"Do you know Xuanzhen Temple?"

Wu Yi suddenly changed the topic, which made Zhu Youwen's anger ease, but his tone was calm, without any abnormality, and he said: "Are you talking about the sect that achieved the Yang God realm not long ago? The so-called fourth tripod?"

Dongtian Shangzhen is the pinnacle of this world. Whenever someone breaks through this realm, whether it is the water tribe or the Taoist sect, they will send their children to present gifts, because they have transcended the constraints of the forces behind them to a certain extent. They may not be able to do whatever they want, but it is much more convenient to act.

Yuanyang Palace also sent disciples to go there at that time. Although Zhu Youwen did not accompany them, he also heard about this matter. After all, it is a major event in the cultivation world. However, the talk of the fourth tripod made everyone laugh without saying a word.

The three major sects of Taoism, even the Lingxu Sect, which is the least, has five Dongtian Shangzhen on the surface. With thousands of years of accumulation, there are countless trump cards. How can Xuanzhen Temple change it in a short time?

It is still called Xuanzhen Temple. According to the strict ranking of the sects in the cultivation world, Xuanzhen Temple is not even the lowest level.

Wu Yi said: "Yes."

Thinking of Wu Yi's words before and after, Zhu Youwen raised his eyebrows and said: "Do you mean that the master of Xuanzhen Temple can only break through because of the permission of the Qi Gate?"

Wu Yi remained silent. The more he said, the more wrong he was. After all, these were just his guesses. Although they were not completely groundless, at least, with his current cultivation, he was not qualified to access more content.

Zhu Youwen closed his eyes and thought deeply. As a disciple of Yuanyang Palace, he was naturally willing to see the palace master break through the cave heaven. If the palace master achieved the upper realm, they would also be from a first-class sect and have unlimited glory when they walked out.

If he agreed to Wu Yi, even if Wu Yi had bad intentions, he would not be able to escape the palace master's hand, but he might be held responsible for leading the way in the future. If he did not agree, Zhu Youwen opened his eyes, saw Wu Yi's indifferent eyes, and continued to close his eyes.

If he didn't agree to this evil man, he would be dead soon.

Zhu Youwen glanced at his companions and said, "You can take me there, but let them go first."

Seeing that Zhu Youwen's will was no longer firm, Wu Yi had no reason not to give him a warning, saying, "It's not that I don't know where Yuanyang Palace is, you need to understand."

Zhu Youwen's face changed when he heard it, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes. Then he heard Wu Yi's next words, "When we reach the destination, they will wake up naturally." His face softened.

"Go west, stop after 1,500 miles." Zhu Youwen was dissatisfied, and after he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and kept silent.

Wu Yi said that he knew where Yuanyang Palace was, but he was an outsider who didn't know how to enter the formation. If he rashly went to break into the mountain protection formation where Yuanying Zhenren was sitting, he would be blind. Otherwise, why bother talking to Zhu Youwen, just draw your sword and kill him.

Wu Yi drove the flying boat into the extreme sky, used the Taiyi Divine Numbers, deduced the longitude and latitude, selected the star map, and the flying boat turned into a stream of light and flew away, rolling up the rolling wind.

An hour later, Wu Yi came to the place Zhu Youwen said. There were eight solitary stone pillars on the sea surface, piercing the sky, covered with moss and ancient vines, and it seemed that there were some years.

Zhu Youwen looked at his sleeping companions on the left and right again. Wu Yi had a blank expression on his face. With a wave of his sleeves, several people woke up one after another. When they woke up one by one, their faces were different, some were sad, some were happy, some were angry, and some were resentful. It seemed that they had not yet escaped from the dream.

"Brothers, wake up." Zhu Youwen was angry at their lack of struggle, and his voice was like a bell, waking several people up.

"Old Zhu, where is this?" The burly man woke up first, looked around vigilantly, and asked. Zhu Youwen pursed his lips, and the burly man saw Wu Yi.

He had glanced at Wu Yi before, but he saw that his breath was weak, just like an ordinary person, so he thought he was just a servant and didn't pay much attention to him. But now he saw it again, and he realized how powerful Wu Yi was. His breath was mighty and faint, without any stagnation, like the ebb and flow of the tide and the change of the moon phase.

"Boss Wen, this is the man..." Zhu Youwen roughly told what happened before, and the faces of several people were uncertain, sometimes angry, sometimes afraid, sometimes resolute, and sometimes timid.

Wu Yi listened indifferently, and seemed not to notice their private collusion.

Boss Wen couldn't suppress the resentment in his heart, and raised his finger with his back to Wu Yi, issued an order, and prepared to act.

Zhu Youwen stood up, walked in front, and said: "I will take you to the palace now." Wu Yi nodded slightly, turned around and was about to follow Zhu Youwen.

Seeing that the opportunity had come, Boss Wen raised his magic weapon, which was a mighty and majestic sword with blazing flames burning on it. The flames contained five colors and were dazzling, but the fierce murderous intent made people shudder.

"Die, you thief." Boss Wen raised his broadsword and chopped it down vertically, with a terrifying momentum. The other people also used their means, either magical powers or magic weapons, to attack Wu Yi. Even Zhu Youwen in front of Wu Yi urged his palm power to hit Wu Yi. Wu Yi had no way to retreat for a while.

The broadsword suddenly stopped less than three inches away from Wu Yi, and could no longer move forward. Boss Wen poured his Dansha into the mysterious weapon like water, and pressed it down another inch. He grinned, as if he had seen the scene of Wu Yi being cut in two.

However, Boss Wen did not seem to notice that the sharp edge of the broadsword slowly became soft and even began to melt. It was not until the spirit of the broadsword wailed that Boss Wen realized that something was wrong and was eager to withdraw the mysterious weapon. Most of his strength was in this mysterious weapon, and it could not be destroyed like this.

Wu Yi opened his eyes, and the Yin and Yang Qi flew out of his pupils, turning into two dragons. They hit Wen Lao Da and sent him flying backwards. Deep dents appeared on his bronze skin, and the sound of bone cracking could be vaguely heard.

The two dragons surrounded Wu Yi and protected him in the center. Zhu Youwen's big palm was knocked away before it could hit Wu Yi. The magical instruments of others were also knocked back one by one.

"No——" Wen Lao Da couldn't help shouting when he saw Wu Yi's next move.

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