My Master is a God - Chapter 705

[Chapter 705 Silly Girl]

When Yang Yiyu spoke, the four people of the Lord of Changes felt something was wrong, but at this moment, Yang Yiyu was entangled by hundreds of souls and couldn’t move at all. The Lord of Changes just thought that Yang Yiyu was bragging.

He sneered, “Boy, I have to admit that you do have some tricks, but in my eyes, you are just an ant. Hand over the inscription key, and I will leave you a whole body.”

“Ant?” Yang Yiyu smiled evilly and continued, “It is indeed an ant. Although you are at the peak of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, you are indeed an ant in my eyes. Killing you is like killing a dog, haha.” Although

Yang Yiyu was entangled by the hundreds of souls released by the Lord of Changes, Jian Jingjing, and couldn’t move his body, he was still not nervous or afraid.

Because he had just summoned his master Yuntian at the critical moment, and the old man started to scold him: “You are the only one in the Silence Space with unlimited mana. Can’t you handle a few little Nascent Souls? Why bother your master?”

“The old man, the Hundred Changes God, has a soul-calling banner in his hand. How can I deal with it?” Yang Yiyu said stubbornly.

“Useless stuff, aren’t they just some stronger resentful souls? Listen carefully, the master will teach you the supreme mantra. Not to mention these low-level resentful spirits, even the ancient souls can be saved…” Yuntianxie cursed and taught Yang Yiyu the mantra method to deal with the resentful spirits in the soul-calling banner of the Hundred Changes God.

Yang Yiyu and the Hundred Changes God were just talking to delay time and secretly comprehending the mantra taught by the master.

Anyway, he believed that as long as the old man was confident, the mantra taught by the old man would definitely work.

At this time, it is better to delay as much as possible, and it is always right to get more familiar with and comprehend the mantra spell.

Speaking of the four people of the Lord of Changes, although they knew the traces of his appearance long ago and dug a big pit to trap him, they still used external forces such as talismans, and their own cultivation and magic power were still restricted.

Yang Yiyu knew that as long as the soul-calling banner of the Lord of Changes was dissolved, the rest would not be a worry.

They couldn’t have so many talismans to take out. No matter where they were, the talismans that the four people used just now were not Xunchao talismans, and there wouldn’t be many. Even he had a way to deal with it. It was enough to suffer a loss once, and there couldn’t be a second time, right?

At this time, the Lord of Changes saw Yang Yiyun’s stubbornness, and the more he believed that Yang Yiyun was pretending to be calm, he thought he had won Yang Yiyun, and sneered: “Boy, I want to see how stubborn you are.”

After that, he said to the three Nascent Soul cultivators around him: “Three Taoist brothers, kill him and take back the inscription key. At that time, the natural treasures of the entire Luofu Taoist Palace will belong to the four of us.”

The Lord of Changes himself did not move, because at this time he was still controlling the soul-summoning flag to deal with the red elephant demon soul. In his eyes, Yang Yiyun was no match for a red elephant demon soul. He finally suppressed the red elephant demon soul, and he didn’t want to make any mistakes because of Yang Yiyun.

After speaking to the three people, the Lord of Changes no longer paid attention to Yang Yiyun, and concentrated on dealing with the red elephant demon soul. As long as the red elephant demon soul was completely suppressed, the magic weapon guarded by the red elephant demon soul would be his. Anyway, Yang Yiyun was entangled by the hundred souls she released, and he couldn’t make any waves.

Deep in her heart, the Lord of Changes had never believed in anyone, and the three mid-stage Yuanying cultivators around her were no exception. They were just cannon fodder to be used. If she believed in people, she would not be called the Lord of Changes.

The three mid-stage Yuanying cultivators approached Yang Yiyun and were about to attack him.

At this moment, Yang Yiyun sneered and silently recited the mantras taught by the old man. As long as the mantras were used, the hundreds of souls entangled on his body could be destroyed in an instant. He waited for the three to approach and then killed them unexpectedly.

However, he forgot about Ye Wuxin.

Or rather, he forgot about Ye Wuxin’s kindness to him.

How could this unruly and willful lady let him be harmed at this time?

It was this negligence that made Yang completely run away…

Just when the three mid-stage Yuanying cultivators took a step forward, and when Yang Yiyun was ready to go, a beautiful figure rushed over.

“Looking for death~”

One of the old men backhanded a sword out.

“Bang~”

“Ah~”

“Puff~”

Ye Wuxin originally thought that she could succeed with her sneak attack and buy time for Yang Yiyu, but she didn’t expect that she was pierced through the chest by a sword before she even got close, and fell to the ground spitting blood.

“Wuxin~”

Yang Yiyu’s face changed wildly. He didn’t expect this silly girl to rush in at this time. He

knew in his heart that she actually wanted to help him out.

But… now she herself fell under someone else’s long sword.

Looking at the large area of blood on Ye Wuxin’s white clothes and chest, Yang Yiyu’s eyes were bloodshot and he roared.

He didn’t care about any calculations in his heart, he wanted to kill three mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators at once.

After the mantra was activated, the hundred souls entangled with him suddenly cried out like ghosts and wolves, and instantly turned into black smoke and dissipated from the sky and the earth.

In just a thought, the difficult entanglement in the hundred chaos disappeared, fully demonstrating the power of the mantra taught by the old man, which was not an exaggeration at all.

With the Dragon Slaying Sword in hand, the Xuanhuang Sword Qi was circulated to the extreme, and even the few lightning powers stored in his body were used. The Close-Area Skill was activated, and the next second he appeared next to the old man who stabbed Ye Wuxin, and suddenly slashed down with a sword.

“Die~”

“Puff~”

Yang Yiyun, who was completely out of control, shouted angrily and attacked, and with the help of his body movement and supernatural powers, he split the old man in half with one sword, and the extremely yang and strong lightning power was mixed in it. The old man’s Nascent Soul did not escape and was shattered by the lightning power.

The other two saw Yang Yiyun suddenly break free from the entanglement of the Hundred Souls of the Hundred Changes God and kill the old man with one sword. They felt the powerful mana fluctuations on Yang Yiyun’s body. How could they not understand that Yang Yiyun, a freak, could use mana here.

This was simply a nightmare for them. Although they were in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, they could not use any mana here. Even if a random Jindan cultivator came, they could kill them.

The two reacted and ran away.

But would the furious Yang Yiyun give them a chance to escape?

“Give me the death~”

Yang Yiyun used the magical power of the distance between heaven and earth, and turned into lightning, catching up with the two people and slashing with the giant sword.

At the same time, Yang Yiyun’s breath was strong, and a dull sound came from his body.

At this moment, Yang Yiyun knew that he was going to break through, but unfortunately there was no spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the Silence Space at this time.

But at this time, there was only murderous intent in his eyes, and he could only stop after killing the two middle stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

“No…ah~”

“Puff~”

A head flew into the air.

Yang Yiyun chopped off the head of one of them, and then chopped off the second person, destroying his Nascent Soul.

In a blink of an eye, another cultivator lost his courage and stopped running. He rushed towards Yang Yiyun with a long knife in his hand. Anyway, he knew that he could not escape from the hands of Yang Yiyun, the evil god, so he might as well fight.

Yang Yiyun’s bloodshot eyes narrowed: “Heaven-stealing hand~”

He hit the right hand bone, and the most powerful blow was performed, which instantly turned into a huge claw and slapped the man.

“Boom~”

After a dull sound, this Nascent Soul cultivator was directly beaten into a pile of minced meat by Yang Yiyun’s full-strength Heaven-stealing hand magical power.

In fact, it took less than five or six breaths before and after. Yang Yiyun killed three Nascent Soul middle-stage cultivators in a row while being exposed. The

White Change God was not far away, controlling the soul-calling flag and witnessed Yang Yiyun’s evil god side with his own eyes. Everything happened so fast that he had no time to react.

Seeing the broken limbs and arms of the three people, the Hundred Changes God trembled in her heart and she was scared.

But it was this moment of distraction that allowed the Red Elephant Demon Soul to break free from the suppression.

“Roar~”

A thunderous roar came from the Red Elephant Demon Soul’s mouth.

Yang Yiyun saw the Red Elephant Demon Soul spit out a sharp arrow directly at the Lord of Changes in a blink of an eye. He knew that this arrow was a powerful soul attack. If the Lord of Changes could not take it, it would be enough for him to drink a pot. The

Lord of Changes’ face changed wildly and he spit a mouthful of blood on the soul-calling banner in his hand. The soul-calling banner was immediately filled with black air, instantly wrapping him up in it. The

Red Elephant Demon Soul’s arrow also flew directly into the black air.

“Ah~”

The Lord of Changes screamed in the black air.

Yang Yiyun knew that this arrow would kill the Lord of Changes, so he ignored it and flashed to Ye Wuxin’s side. Ye

Wuxin, who was lying in a pool of blood, had a blood hole in his chest at this time, and blood was still oozing out. He felt that his breath was weak, but fortunately he was not dead, which was a blessing for Yang Yiyun.

With a wave of his hand, he took out two drops of water of life from the Qiankun pot and fed them into Ye Wuxin’s mouth.

“Silly girl~”

After giving Ye Wuxin two drops of water of life, Yang Yiyu muttered to himself, picked her up and put her in the corner of the hall, then stood up and looked at the field again, with murderous intent in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)