Opening confession to the beautiful master

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Accompanied by three crisp sounds, the road in front of the three people was shattered, turning into countless fragments that merged into the world. The aura of several people began to drop wildly, and they became listless in an instant, no longer as arrogant as before.

Under the cover of the bloody light, the sword light entered their bodies and annihilated their souls. The strong murderous aura also turned their bodies into annihilation at almost the same time, completely dead without a complete corpse, and turned into a wisp of green smoke that dissipated between heaven and earth.

"The immortal servant is simply vulnerable."

Zhang Yi clapped his hands. The strength of these three people was far inferior to that of the Huangtian Giant and Jun Wuao's brothers and sisters. In addition, they were consumed by the ancient domain guards before, so Zhang Yi could easily kill the three people in one fell swoop.

After everything returned to normal, the surroundings were even more quiet, especially the people who had worshipped the Eight Immortals Temple before, they dared not breathe, and looked at Zhang Yi with great awe, as if they had seen a devil.

The first to react were the Ancient Domain Guards, who heard a thunderous shout: "The Supreme Marquis is mighty! The Supreme Marquis is invincible!"

This shout resounded throughout the Holy City, and the might of the Supreme Marquis Zhang Yi reached its peak again.

"The Supreme Marquis killed three immortals in one move, isn't this too strong?"

"It's so terrifying, the Supreme Marquis may really have the power to kill immortals. The avenue he just displayed is simply too heaven-defying. Even immortals have to give in, right?"

"If that's the case, it seems that there is little point in us worshipping the Eight Immortals Temple." M.

At this moment, everyone's suspicion of the Eight Immortals Temple reached its peak.

Even Jun Wuao and his sister, who were immortal servants, stopped struggling after seeing Zhang Yi's terrifying strength. They looked at Zhang Yi's invincible figure with shock, and murmured to themselves: "Has he reached this level? Even if I win the immortal fate, I am not his opponent."

The confidence that had grown with great difficulty after winning the immortal fate was crushed by Zhang Yi again. When facing Zhang Yi, there was still that feeling of powerlessness, which had never changed over the years.

"How did he do it? It's really sad to be in the same era with him. He is like a mountain that makes people breathless."

Jun Wuao sighed and said with a dull look in his eyes.

"Senior Brother Zhang is worthy of being the number one person in the contemporary era. This strength cannot be shaken at all. I am convinced!"

Jun Wuyan finally looked up at Zhang Yi, and sighed with emotion.

Zhang Yi also listened to everyone's words. After knowing that everyone's attitude towards the Eight Immortals Temple had changed, he was slightly happy in his heart. This was an unexpected surprise for him.

The more people doubt the Eight Immortals Temple, the easier it will be to build the Eight Buddha Temple, and this will also make it easier to cut off the incense of the Eight Immortals Temple.

All this should be thanked to Xue Wanli. If he hadn't let these immortal servants come to the door, this situation would not have happened.

Zhang Yi knew that someone would naturally spread the news about the Eight Immortals Temple in the Holy City, so he didn't have to worry about it. He turned his attention to Jun Wuao and his sister.

"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. I lost, and you can do whatever you want! But this matter has nothing to do with my little sister, I hope you can spare her life."

Jun Wuao was particularly indifferent to his own death, but he couldn't be indifferent to Jun Wuyan's life, and even begged for mercy.

"Brother... don't do this..."

In fact, when Jun Wuyan came this time, he was mentally prepared to bear the corresponding consequences, and his mentality was calm.

"I'm sorry, Senior Brother Zhang..."

Jun Wuyan said with tears falling from the corners of her eyes.

Zhang Yi was calm. He had promised to hand the two men over to Taoist Qinglian, so he would not interfere in their affairs. He just had some doubts and needed to ask them.

Taking a step back, the two men's current strength could not threaten him, so he did not care about their life or death.

"Can you contact the so-called Eight Immortals?"

Zhang Yi asked coldly with a blank expression.

"They always contact us actively, and we can't contact them."

Jun Wuao now knows everything and answered without hesitation.

"Is that so? Speaking of immortal fate, how to distinguish the strength? Why do I feel that the immortal fate you two have seems to be stronger than others?"

Zhang Yi nodded slightly and continued to ask.

Jun Wuao shook his head and said, "As long as you go to worship, you will have a chance to win the immortal fate, but what kind of immortal fate you get depends on the will of the immortal spirit. This is all controlled by the immortal spirit."

Zhang Yi nodded thoughtfully, "So they know the relationship between you and me, and they specially give you a stronger immortal fate. It's interesting..."

Hearing this, Jun Wuao's face changed slightly. He had thought about this possibility before, but he just didn't want to admit it.

Even the immortal fate was obtained because of Zhang Yi's relationship, which was somewhat depressing.

"Brother Zhang, you will never think of the means of the immortal spirit. I sincerely advise you to find a way to ask for their forgiveness. There is no good end to go against them."

Jun Wuao was silent for a moment, thought again and again, and still advised seriously.

Although Zhang Yi's strength is very strong, and the way of killing immortals has refreshed his cognition, he had contact with the immortal spirit when he won the immortal fate, and still believed that Zhang Yi was not the opponent of the immortal spirit.

You must know that just giving a piece of immortal fate can make people change their fate. How can such means be achieved by ordinary people?

What he didn't know was that Zhang Yi could also use the art of destiny to grant people creation.

"Shut up! You are still stubborn at this time, do you want to die?"

The Taoist Qinglian kicked him immediately and scolded him angrily.

"Zhang Xiaoyi, do you have any questions? If not, I will take the two back to the Earth Sect first and punish them well, so that they won't be embarrassed again."

The Taoist Qinglian was really worried that if they continued to stay here, they would not be able to save their lives. He was sure that Zhang Yi would not kill them, but he was not sure that Yueyao would not do it.

She had already felt a trace of cold killing intent in Yueyao's eyes.

"Qinglian! Speak nicely if you don't want them to die."

Yueyao warned coldly.

The Taoist Qinglian glared at Yueyao in great dissatisfaction, but in the end, for the safety of the brother and sister, he still didn't say anything, otherwise he would have a quarrel with Yueyao with his temper.

"What? Go back to the Earth Sect?"

Jun Wuao thought he had heard it wrong, looked at the Taoist Qinglian in disbelief, and then looked at Zhang Yi.

"What? Do you want to stay here and embarrass yourself?"

The Taoist priest Qinglian snorted coldly and scolded him unhappily.

When she saw Zhang Yi turn around and leave, she was delighted and immediately left with the brother and sister.

"He just let us go?"

Jun Wuao hadn't reacted yet. He knew Zhang Yi's decisive character, which really made him feel like he had escaped death.