Chapter 337: City in Turmoil

Mo Wuya's figure was real and hard to tell, his whereabouts were erratic, and he kept using teleportation, making it difficult for spiritual consciousness to lock on.

Yun Shifeng took off a golden hairpin from the top of her head, split her fingernails into dozens of strands, and shot them at the phantom and real body of Mo Wuya, intending to find out where the real body was.

The golden hairpin seemed to come from nowhere, and no matter how Mo Wuya dodged, he could not get rid of the tracking. The phantom collapsed at the touch, leaving only a figure, which was not only not broken up, but also accelerated its escape. Yun Shifeng's eyes were fixed, and he hurriedly chased after it.

"Good skills." Wu Yi couldn't help but praise when he saw this scene, but who was he praising? Turning into a gentle gloomy wind, chasing to a void, it was also time to take back the things that originally belonged to him.

Mo Wuya traveled a thousand miles and saw that there was no one behind him. He couldn't help but curse: "A bunch of two-legged sheep want to catch up with me, haha, idiots."

Mo Wuya landed on a desolate island reef in the Chaos Soul Sea. These islands and reefs may be submerged by the dead water of the Chaos Soul Sea at any time, so they can't stay for a long time, but it's okay to stay temporarily, set up magic bans, and recover.

The method of stealing the sky and changing the day that he used before, although it threw off Yun Shifeng and others, also consumed a lot of energy and spirit. He was exhausted and needed to rest.

A quarter of an hour later, Wu Yi came here. He didn't dare to get too close before, worried that he would be noticed by the sensitive Mo Wuya, so he had to stay far away. Now it seems that Mo Wuya is hiding here.

Wu Yi looked down and was very disdainful of the magic ban set by Mo Wuya. It was rough and silent. He easily avoided the magic ban and saw Mo Wuya inside.

The Five Elements and Six Thieves were deployed, and Wu Yi slowly affected Mo Wuya's mood, making him irritable and uneasy. He felt that Yun Shifeng was chasing him from time to time, and his recovery was intermittent.

Mo Wuya didn't know that Wu Yi was playing tricks on him, so he spat, but he stood up after recovering 10% of his strength, and scolded Yun Shifeng and others several times, and prepared to leave.

However, before the magic ban was lifted, Mo Wuya suddenly thought of something. He didn't know what use the strange eyeball was. If it was really a rare treasure in the world, the ascending ghost master would be happy to see the prey, so what should he do if he didn't return it.

Greed, anger, and ignorance are human nature, and even saints can hardly cut them off, let alone Mo Wuya.

Once this idea came into being, it was like spreading seaweed, and it was unstoppable. It gradually occupied Mo Wuya's entire mind. His palm couldn't help but touch his sleeve, took out the eyeball inside, and began to look at the eyeball.

Mo Wuya's pupils dilated, and he felt that the eyeballs in front of him gradually emitted bright light, as if he was the master of destiny, and this thing was supposed to be his, and only he could explore the mystery.

Mo Wuya gradually fell into the light emitted by the eyeballs, and his heart was filled with boundless joy, and he was getting happier and happier, as if there was no end, just like a child eating candy.

Just like eating too much candy will cause tooth decay, as time went by, Mo Wuya couldn't help but feel tired and lazy, and slowly closed his eyes, never opened them again, and fell into a state of suspended death.

Wu Yi no longer used the Five Elements and Six Thieves, and separated from Mo Wuya. If Mo Wuya was not exhausted and worried about the pursuers; if he was not greedy and ambitious; if it wasn't...

There was no if, Mo Wuya fell in Wu Yi's hands, this was the result, all the luck was the result of Wu Yi's careful calculations, there was not so much luck in the world, it was just the result after hard work.

He took the two eyeballs from Mo Wuya, who held the object very tightly. Wu Yi spent a lot of effort to get it.

Wu Yi looked at Mo Wuya in front of him. If he were a human being here, he would directly turn it into chaotic energy as soon as the Taixu Qi came out. It would be a pity to waste this body in vain.

Thinking of what the inner demon had done in the past, Wu Yi directly refined Mo Wuya into an unconscious blood demon, a half-living and immortal existence, which saved him from being alone in the Chaos Soul Sea. It would be good to be a thug.

After dealing with Mo Wuya, Wu Yi had time to look at the eyeballs of the strange fish.

The strange fish was born in the Chaos Soul Sea. It is a special existence. It is not a living creature, nor a puppet. It acts entirely on instinct. If you have to say what they belong to, it is better to say that they are between life and death, half-living and immortal.

The strange fish likes to devour soul fragments. The more soul fragments it swallows, the less rotten flesh on its body, until its whole body is a skeleton.

The strange thing is that their eyes will not change, they are always red, like fireballs, containing surging vitality, but the stronger they are, the bigger their eyeballs are, and the more vitality they contain.

Wu Yi looked left and right at the eyeballs. No matter whether it was the spiritual consciousness that probed or the spiritual energy that was injected, there was no reaction at all. After the thunder tribulation, the eyeballs had no vitality at all, as if they were annihilated by the thunder tribulation, and they were as ordinary as a stone.

"It won't really become a stone." Wu Yi said, he worked hard to get it, was struck by lightning, and faked his death, and finally came to confuse others. Could it be that he got a waste in the end?

"Hmph, keep it first, and talk about it later." Wu Yi had no choice but to make such a decision.

On the other side, Yun Shifeng chased for more than a hundred miles, and finally realized that what he was chasing was just an illusion. How could he not be annoyed, thinking: If I can't get it, you can't expect to get it safely.

Yun Shifeng then spread the news that Mo Wuya had obtained a treasure bestowed by the Lord of Reincarnation, and tried his best to exaggerate the preciousness of the item, saying that it was the eyeball of a giant monster, a gathering of all the essence of the body, and comparable to the fragments of a thousand-year-old soul. He spread the news as exaggeratedly as possible.

The news spread like dandelions flying in the sky, taking root and spreading all over the Chaos Soul Sea in a flash. In addition, Mo Wuya had not been seen for a long time, not to mention that outsiders were drooling over it. Even the people inside the Samsara Alliance privately inquired about it and confirmed that it was true, and they also became greedy.

For a time, there were many more ships sailing out to sea on the Chaos Soul Sea. Behind them, there were many disciples of the Saint Ghost Master, and there were also many Ghost Kings and Human Emperors who had no hope of breaking through the Nascent Soul stage, hoping to get the eyeball and open up the secrets of heaven.

Wu Yi would not know that the flapping of his wings by a little butterfly would actually cause such a big storm.

Yue Liuli in Linbing City also happened to hear about this. Li Xinya sat in front of her and asked: "Your Highness, should we also get involved?"

To be honest, Yue Liuli was tempted, but after being detained by Wu Yi, her mind became much calmer and she was no longer as free as before. After thinking for a moment, she said: "This matter has been a hot topic in the city, and it is no longer something we can intervene in."

Although Li Xinya understood this, she still showed a disappointed look, unwilling to give up. That was a divine object that could be compared with the fragments of a thousand-year soul. If she got it, wouldn't it be-

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