"It's none of your business, little sister, this is the little bitch, Yi Er, remember, this little bitch is ruthless and cruel, and she likes to destroy flowers with her most cruel hands.
You should stay away from her in the future.
"Haha, is that so?
Little pet, in terms of ruthlessness and ruthlessness, the third sister Yi in front of you is well-deserved.
She loves to torture weak little pets like you.
The second sister reminds you, stay away from her."
When Er heard Yi San's words, the flower in her hand was crushed to pieces in an instant, and countless pollen fell from it and fell in the direction of Yi San.
"What, you want to fight, right?"
Yi San got angry when Yi Er revealed his true colors.
"Come on, hit me, Sanmei Yi, today is the day you die."
Yi Er's face darkened, and a pair of extremely cruel scissors suddenly appeared in his empty hand.
"Little bitch, I will definitely beat you back to the Lianchi today."
Yi San was not to be outdone, and a black rope appeared in his hand.
The two started fighting as soon as they disagreed.
They had similar cultivation levels and couldn't tell the difference for a while.
They even knocked down several houses around them.
Seeing this scene, Yun Yaoling breathed a sigh of relief.
Neither of them were good people, so it would be best if both sides suffered losses.
While no one was paying attention, Yun Yaoling quietly slipped into the village.
"Shake, there, there.
The little demon vine is over there."
After entering the village, Yun Yaoling found that everyone inside seemed to be attracted by the fight between Yi San and Yi Er.
Now the village is quiet and deserted.
At this time, Abai also discovered where Lu Yi was.
The deeper into these villages, the more obvious Yun Rattle's connection with the greenery became.
When no one was paying attention, Yun Rattle sneaked into a wooden house made of wood.
I was surprised to find a small wooden bottle placed in the center of the wooden house.
She remembered that before she was knocked unconscious, Lu Yi was sucked in by this wooden bottle.
The owner of this thing is not here.
Yun Yaoling immediately stepped forward and grabbed the wooden bottle with her hand.
The moment her hand touched the wooden bottle, she felt the greenery inside.
But when she tried to open the bottle cap with force, what happened?
Can't open either.
"Yi Qi, look, Yi Er and Yi San are fighting again."
At this moment, the sound of people walking around suddenly came from outside the house, followed by a conversation between the two.
"I don't care about the two of them.
They will fight non-stop after they come out of the refining pond.
I don't care about her, Yiliu, look, the Hundred Poison Blood Demon Vine I caught is still a small seedling.
With a little cultivation, it will definitely grow into a big poisonous one." thing.”
"Oops, shake, someone is coming."
When Abai heard this voice, he was very anxious.
He was blocked from the spiritual sea.
If he met the two people outside, it would be a dead end.
Yun Yaoling was also very anxious, why did he come back at this time.
But she would not give up the greenery.
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She put the wooden bottle into the exquisite space.
Yun Yaoling looked at the furnishings of the wooden house, took a Qi Condensing Pill, and crawled under the bed in the innermost part of the wooden house.
I hope no one will notice.
"Come and see, that demonic vine has been sealed in the Mujing bottle by me."
Yi Liu slowly walked in with Yi Qi who looked exactly like her.
Suddenly, Yi Liu realized that something was wrong and his expression changed drastically.
"Looking for death, who dares to touch my wooden purification bottle?"
"Yi Liu, don't be angry.
The Mu Jing Bottle is an unusual thing.
Since someone dares to take it, you have to be prepared to die.
That person hasn't left yet."
Yi Qi's eyes flashed with a smile, and he sniffed the air with his nose.
He sniffed and then let out a strange laugh.
When Yun Yaoling heard this, her heart sank.
Could it be that they discovered the doting demon concubine: Evil Lord, too fierce
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