Chapter 1715: Enlightenment in the Dead Sea leads to the original mind, and good luck prevails

"See the light of day again!"

Escape from the Dead Sea and return to the Holy Continent.

When his mouth and nose were filled with fresh air instead of the dirty water of the Dead Sea, Zhu Yiyi couldn't help but roar.

Cool!

So cool!

Every time he comes back after being imprisoned, it always gives people a feeling of "resurrection".

But this time, it felt still heavy.

Zhu Yiyi was born in the Southern Territory and has a strong internal organs. He has experienced everything.

He has been a liar, a robber, a killer, a bounty hunter... he has done all kinds of dirty work as long as it can make his life go smoothly.

He experienced many kinds of dungeons, water dungeons, and stone dungeons, and suffered many punishments.

Without exception, with the Golden Gate stealing skills at his side, he could always escape completely.

If you can live in the light, who would want to live in a dark corner?

Therefore, since Xu Xiaoshou is recognized as the master on Void Island, Zhu Yiyi is really working hard.

He knew that his origin had nothing to do with absolute light, and he would never pass the selection of the Holy Temple.

A relatively righteous person like the Holy Slave, with the Eighth Sword Immortal leading the way, is the best and biggest opportunity he can come into contact with.

He worked so hard that he had sex with the master of the Dao Palace!

Among the spiritual refiners from the Five Regions, especially those from the Southern Region, who doesn’t know what kind of person the Master of the Dao Palace is?

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a "god" in the mortal world.

This is exactly the case...

Master Shou can't defeat the Taoist Palace Master at all.

On Qingyuan Mountain, as expected, as soon as the master of the mysterious and mysterious Taoist Palace closed his net, he entered the Dead Sea in a daze.

After sitting in water jail so many times, Zhu Yiyi experienced what "despair" means for the first time.

All his little thoughts were hidden under the calculations of the Taoist Palace Master.

While being led by Xi to the Dead Sea, he struggled and tried to save himself, but all his tricks were seen through.

In the Dead Sea, once the forbidden law is enchanted, it becomes a complete waste.

Even those ghost beasts and spirit beasts that are usually looked down upon... they even still have the power of the physical body to use, but the soul refiner has no spirit, and the only difference between him and a corpse is that he can breathe.

Do you regret it?

If you say you don't regret it, you are definitely lying to me.

But from an objective perspective, Zhu Yiyi doesn't think he is wrong.

He knew that no matter how devoutly he repented, he could not do anything for the master of the Holy Temple.

Even if I try my best and exert all my abilities to the extreme, I still can't get into the familiar eyes of the Eight Saint Slaves.

Their subordinates are all moonless and sleeveless.

When you really get down to business, you play cards one by one, all with the prefix "Ten Seats".

Zhu Yiyi?

What the hell!

Fighting for Master Shou was the best choice Zhu Yiyi had ever made in his life.

For two months at the Dead Sea, he had been desperate, angry, struggled, exhausted, prayed, and cursed...

By the end, my mind was completely calm.

He only thinks about two things every day, one is whether Master Shou is here, and the other is when will I die.

In two months, Zhu Yiyi had gone through the dirty life of his past more than 20,000 times in his mind, and Zhu Yiyi felt that he was only one and a half saints away from becoming a saint.

His Dao foundation comes from his ancestors.

He is not as vain as Li Fugui who took drugs. He was Taixu through battle. After all kinds of life and death experiences, his Taoist foundation is as solid as a rock.

His mentality could have been a flaw...

But after two months of hard work, the rush of life suddenly slowed down, and Zhu Yiyi realized the truth.

"Life is life, life is life."

"Death is life."

"Those who steal from me will eventually be stolen, and those who take from me will eventually return. This is true for others, and so is our Kinmen monks..."

Facing the wind.

Facing the bleak night.

Zhu Yiyi stood on the top of a messy mountain, opened his arms, and laughed heartily:

"Old man, I didn't understand what you meant before. Is there anyone else who can steal from my Kinmen?"

"Now, I kind of understand."

"Stop your eyes, even though you've already belched your fart..."

Zhu Yiyi laughed loudly as he spoke. He was never a sentimental person, let alone dwell too much on the past.

He is a practical gambler.

The more you can live, the more you earn.

If there is a good thing like a semi-saint falling from the sky occasionally, of course it is not because of any great efforts I have made, but just...

"Luck has gotten better!"

Zhu Yiyi grinned with his teeth grinned, and as he spoke, he clapped his hand, and three copper plates came out on the back of his hand.

All positive.

He smiled, moved his right hand backwards, brought the copper plate to his thumb, and then flicked it upward.

"Zheng!"

The three copper plates flew up and down.

Zhu Yiyi bent one knee, half-sat on the void, placed the ankle of his left foot on his right thigh, and suddenly rolled up his trousers.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three copper plates clattered on the calf of black wool pants. I looked down...

Still positive!

"Woohoo~"

Zhu Yiyi laughed and patted the two copper plates behind his calf, and the first copper plate took off.

He grabbed it, took a breath, rubbed his fingertips, and shouted:

"flower!"

The copper plate disappeared and turned into a beautiful tear of blue rose.

He smiled and patted his calf again. The second coin took off. He grabbed it and rubbed it again:

"radish!"

The copper plate disappears.

A white radish that should have just been unearthed appeared in Zhu Yiyi's hand.

It wasn't over yet. Finally, his calf hit him upwards, and Zhu caught the copper plate as it flew up.

When he turned around, he opened his palms:

"Mirror!"

In his hand, a full-length mirror as tall as a person suddenly appeared, the Preacher Mirror.

Zhu Yiyi laughed loudly.

He grabbed the preaching mirror and pointed it at himself, smoothed his bangs while looking in the mirror, put them next to him, and found a rock to sit down on.

He didn't know what he was thinking.

Suddenly, he looked towards the horizon, the distant horizon.

The scorching eastern sun broke through the sea of ​​clouds and sprinkled a touch of orange, which happened to hit Zhu Yiyi's face.

Zhu Yiyi's whole body shone.

He grabbed the mirror, like a good friend's shoulders, and laughed proudly:
To be continued...