Prince Phoenix Slayer had already summoned Medicine Master and Riverly Purple Mist, so he had to escape! Three Waves thought to himself. Otherwise, when Medicine Master and Riverly Purple Mist arrived, he would be done for.
Thereupon, Three Waves clenched his teeth and threw out his treasured saber, preparing to ride it to escape. He no longer hoped to use Venerable White's' disposable flying sword '… although he still had some methods that could definitely anger Venerable White, those methods were too extreme. However, those methods were too extreme, and if they weren't careful, Senior White might destroy their corpses and erase all traces. The price was too high, and it wasn't worth it.
He just liked to court death, but he didn't want to court death!
What he wanted was to court death without dying!
Time was precious, and Three Waves didn't even have time to take off his daoist robe. He made a hand seal, and the treasured saber steadily stopped in the air. Then, he jumped onto the saber.
Cultivators' flying swords, flying knives, and all kinds of flying magical treasures were equipped with invisibility formations that ordinary people couldn't see. Once they started riding the saber or flying sword, they would immediately enter stealth mode.
After Three Waves jumped onto the saber, he cupped his hands and bowed to the cultivators present. "Fellow daoists, I still have something to do, so I'll take my leave first! We'll meet again someday! "
No one would blame him for being polite. Moreover, he said goodbye to the fellow daoists before escaping, secretly asking them to give him some face and not help Medicine Master chase after him.
After saying goodbye, Three Waves stepped on the ground. "Gale Escape Technique's thirty-third style, Hurricane Escape!"
A cyan storm appeared on Three Waves' saber. This cyan storm condensed and didn't disperse. It was as if a sports car was fiercely stepping on the accelerator, emitting a rumbling sound. He was accumulating power, waiting for Three Waves to make a hand seal, and the treasured saber would take him away from this place at a rapid speed.
At this time, Prince Phoenix Slayer called out, "Fellow daoist Three Waves, please wait!"
Prince Phoenix Slayer again? Three Waves felt uneasy — this guy had told Medicine Master and Riverly Purple Mist about him, and now he was telling him to wait?
Did he really think that he was stupid? How could he stay at this time?
Thrice Reckless stepped on the treasured blade, turned into a streak of light, and shot into the sky.
His speed was so fast that he broke the sound barrier as soon as he started flying.
However, just as Thrice Reckless Mad Saber was about to soar into the sky, his body suddenly stopped! It seemed like it was being held back by something.
Then, a sharp pain came from his waist!
"Ahhhhh, my waist is going to break." Three Waves clenched his teeth in pain. He looked down and found that a rope had appeared on his waist.
Now, because of the super fast speed of his flying saber, the rope suddenly tightened and tightened around his waist … It was so tight that he couldn't even breathe.
Below, Prince Phoenix Slayer shrugged his shoulders. "That's why I told you not to go, fellow daoist Thrice Reckless!"
"When? Phoenix Slayer, when did you set a trap for me!? Why didn't I sense it at all? "Three Waves floated in the air, his body erupting with blade qi as he tried to cut the rope.
Prince Phoenix Slayer pushed up his glasses, and the lens reflected the light of wisdom. "Hehe, it's very simple, because I wasn't the one who set a trap for you."
"Then who was it?" When Three Waves' blade qi slashed at the rope, it was only able to cut the surface of the rope and was unable to cut it. He became more and more anxious.
"It was me," a man with the demeanor of a hermit lightly replied.
As the saying goes, a small hermit hides in the wilderness, a medium hermit hides in the city, and a great hermit hides in the imperial court. The man in front of him was a true hermit. No matter where he hid, he was the kind that wouldn't be easily discovered.
So it was him! No wonder, his magical treasure had the same demeanor of a hermit as him. That was why Three Waves didn't even notice when he was tied up by the rope!
"Scholar Drunken Sun, why did you help Phoenix Slayer capture me?" Three Waves called out. He hadn't offended Scholar Drunken Sun recently, right?
"Hehehe." The hermit man gently smiled. "Fellow daoist Three Waves, you called me by the wrong name."
"Can you not play this joke at this time? Only a ghost would remember your name! Whether it's you, Cpt, Drunken Sun, or Scholar Drunken Sun, quickly let me go! We haven't had any grievances recently, so don't hurt each other! "Three Waves anxiously said.
Time was life.
If this continued, Medicine Master and Riverly Purple Mist would arrive!
"I'm very sorry, fellow daoist Three Waves. I owed fellow daoist Phoenix Slayer a small favor in the past … Now that he asked me to capture fellow daoist Three Waves, I thought that it wouldn't be a bad idea to return that favor. " After saying so, the hermit man raised three fingers. "However, I can give fellow daoist Three Waves three chances. Just like last time, guess my name three times. If you can guess my name correctly within three times, I'll let you go. "
Three Waves burst into tears. "Damn, it's you again, Phoenix Slayer! I didn't offend you recently, did I? "
Prince Phoenix Slayer pushed up his glasses. "Yes, you didn't offend me."
"Then why should we hurt each other? Why are you in such a rush to kill each other? The boat of friendship is very precious, don't overturn it! "Three Waves said.
Prince Phoenix Slayer shrugged. "But I owed Senior Brother Medicine Master a favor in the past. Now that Senior Brother Medicine Master has asked me to keep you here, I will conveniently return the favor to Senior Brother Medicine Master. "
Three Waves: "…"
Favor, another favor!
In this society where favors were everywhere, Thrice Reckless was in despair!
"Scholar Drunken King is Drunken King, right?" Three Waves could only place his hope on guessing the daoist name — damn it, when he returned, he had to find out the name of Drunken (?) Every day, he would recite the daoist name ten times!
"Wrong, guess again." The hermit man faintly smiled.
"Drunken Emperor, I got it right this time, right? Drunken Emperor! "Three Waves hurriedly said, even flattering the hermit man a little.
"Yes, this daoist name isn't bad. But unfortunately, it still isn't. "The hermit man continued to smile.
Three Waves clenched his teeth. "Drunken Immortal, I got it right this time, right? Immortal of wine, Scholar Drunken Immortal! "
From king to emperor, and then to immortal … If this still wasn't right, Three Waves could only choose to die. Time was of the essence, so he didn't have much time to think and could only rely on blind guesses.
"Drunken Immortal? It's a daoist name with a very artistic conception. As expected of Fellow Daoist Three Waves. " The hermit man grabbed the rope in his hand. Suddenly, his face stiffened, and he fiercely tightened the rope. "But unfortunately, I'm not called Drunken Immortal!"
The rope tightened again, and Three Waves' small waist suddenly became the waist of a gourd.
"Don't tighten it anymore, Scholar, don't tighten it anymore. I'm going to die, I'm going to die!" Three Waves felt as if his waist had been squeezed out. It was very painful.
Moreover, he felt as if he was seeing stars.
At this time, a light suddenly flashed in his mind. "I remember now. Scholar, your name is' When the bright moon appears'! Scholar When the bright moon appears! "
"Idiot, that's my online name!" the hermit man said angrily. Damn, Drunken Moon! I'm Scholar Drunken Moon!
I clearly thought of Drunken Sun, so why didn't I guess Sun, Star, and Moon?! I had three chances — Drunken Sun, Drunken Star, and Drunken Moon. Wouldn't I have gotten it right?
If you can't even get it right, Three Waves, die!
Scholar Drunken Moon tightened the rope again!
"Aaaaah." This time, Three Waves' waist became the waist of a bee, and it was terrifyingly sexy.
"Scholar, don't tighten it anymore! If you continue, you're going to die! "Three Waves shouted.
"Dying sooner or later is still going to happen. Rather than dying in the hands of Fellow Daoist Medicine Master and Fellow Daoist Riverly Purple Mist, it's better to die in my hands!" Scholar Drunken Moon sneered.
In the end, Three Waves couldn't even scream anymore.
He felt as if he was hallucinating — it was his life of debauchery!
Is this the carousel before death?
Ah … I have no regrets in my life!
Song Shuhang looked at the sky, at the pale faced Senior Three Waves who was being strangled. After pondering for a moment, he put his palms together and started to silently chant? Ksitigarbha's Soul Ferrying Scripture?
Next to him, the western monk also imitated him, wearing a green kasaya and starting to chant? Ksitigarbha's Soul Ferrying Scripture?
Next to him, Great Master Profound Principle also put his palms together. Although he didn't make any sound, he was also silently chanting the scripture.
Soon after, the first-rate screenwriter, Tunyun Sangha, also joined in chanting the scripture.
All four of them had the light of virtue on their bodies.
For a moment, the sound of Buddhist scripture echoed, and the golden light of virtue illuminated the scene.
… …
… …
After an unknown amount of time, Three Waves woke up again. The pain of his waist being almost broken reminded him that he was still alive.
"Ahahaha, I'm not dead yet." Three Waves laughed heartily. As long as he wasn't dead, it was a victory!
"Fellow Daoist Three Waves, please make your smile smaller. If it's too big, it won't look good." At this time, Riverly Purple Mist's cold voice echoed.
Three Waves's body stiffened. He lowered his head and discovered that Miss Riverly Purple Mist was squatting next to his feet. The rope provided by the 'Layman' tied his legs tightly.
After that, Apothecary tied his arms behind his head, just as securely.
Just like that, Three Waves was tied into the shape of a '1'.
Medicine Master said, "This should be enough."
Riverly Purple Mist replied, "It should be enough. Now, dress him up in a festive manner, and we can hang him up in the sky."
"Alright, it's about time for the medicine to take effect. I've never used this medicine on a cultivator before, and I don't know how effective it will be. I'm looking forward to it. " Medicine Master smiled at Three Waves. At this time, Medicine Master was truly a warm man, and his smile was especially gentle.
However, Three Waves felt a chill from the soles of his feet to his head.
What medicine did Medicine Master feed him this time?
Hang him up? Festive? New medicine?
Medicine Master and Riverly Purple Mist, this Doudou couple, what were they planning to do to him?
* * * * *
In the meantime, in the Netherworld Realm, the Mountain of Next Life.
A total of six cave lords were gathered here. Each of the cave lords of the 77th cave of the Mountain of Next Life had the strength of a Sixth Stage True Monarch.
"Cave Lord Dragon still hasn't shown up?"
"Don't tell me that it has already arrived in China?"
"That can't be, right? If it was already in China, it would at least notify us, right?"
"Forget it, let's ignore it. Even if it's the one who initiated this plan, if it doesn't show up when the time comes, we'll just act according to plan. "
"Agreed!"
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