Li Yu walked out of the yard. It was quiet outside. He continued to walk out, and a maid came out to pour water for washing his feet. It was one of the girls who had just sent him off.

She was barefoot and wearing wooden clogs. She was very shy when she saw Li Yu, but she still asked boldly: "Taoist priest, why are you still not sleeping?" Li Yu asked: "Did you hear anything just now?"

"No.'

Li Yu nodded and said with a smile: "It's okay.

After finishing speaking, he returned to his guest room and lay on the bed, thinking about the battle just now in Li Yu's mind.

The scabby monk has actually arrived, but judging from his appearance, it’s hard to say whether he’s been resurrected or not.

After all, this bald donkey doesn't have any good meat on his body, he doesn't look like a normal person, and the spells he uses are also very different from before.

In the past, the leprosy-headed monk used superb Buddhist techniques. Every move he made was filled with golden light, Sanskrit sounds, and even the scattering of flowers by the goddess.

This time it was a good thing, as the attack was a mountain of corpses, a sea of ​​blood, a putrid smell, and white bones and skeletons.

As soon as he had negotiated with Jin Chanzi and Xuanzang, an enemy who had been dead for a long time suddenly appeared. This matter became more and more interesting.

Li Yu closed his eyes, leaving behind a clone, and his true body came to the Fengyue Treasure Mirror.

Our Lady of Mount Li's journey to the west is a dimension-reducing blow to the gods of the West.

It only took her less than a year to conquer a large area of ​​land in the west, where the monotheistic people were converted into believers of Our Lady of Mount Li. On the top of a towering mountain, countless people were driven to build a new ashram.

The person in charge of supervision is a plump, soft and picturesque beauty. She holds a leather whip in her hand, her silk clothes are close to her fair skin, and her delicate body curves are exposed.

People around her were respectful to her, and no coolie dared to raise his head to look at her, because this fairy-like figure was the direct disciple of Our Lady of Lishan, the beauty Wang Xifeng from the Central Plains.

After arriving in the West, she discovered that she had just learned magic and was already invincible here.

The master asked her to come here to open a dojo. Wang Xifeng spent a short time cleaning up all the small countries here.

A tall Western man knelt down in front of her and said humbly: "Master God, this palace is about to be built. Please give me three more days."

A series of crisp footsteps sounded, and Wang Xifeng walked over and stepped on his head directly.

“Three days?’

The Western man's face was trampled under her feet and sank into the soil. Severe pain came from his heels, but he did not dare to resist and just lay down straight.

"Sister, they will arrive tomorrow. If you can't build it well, they will all be thrown down the mountain to feed the eagles.'

As she spoke, she whipped her whip. The man on the ground twitched like a dead dog. He had countless broken bones all over his body, and his hands and feet couldn't bend naturally.

"Did you hear that?

"I heard that."

Only then was Wang Xifeng satisfied, she lifted her feet and left, twisting her waist and walking towards the next palace.

Master, it’s true that the good-natured Zhongyuan didn’t wait to come to this hellish place.

As Wang Xifeng walked, she complained in her heart that she had just started practicing Taoism not long ago and didn't know how powerful Li Yu was.

In her opinion, the master is an old immortal who has been famous for a long time and has a great say in heaven. How can he be afraid of a Taoist priest? If he dares to demolish the master's dojo, just kill him.

Although she thinks so in her heart, Wang Xifeng is a shrewd person who is used to bullying her subordinates and her superiors. She is well-behaved and docile in front of her master and senior sisters.
Chapter completed!