I don’t know when.

On a certain street in Lingbaicheng, Zhu Sanfu lit a fire.

Ji fishing rods were woven into a barbecue grill, and above the grill, a person was tied to the big five-flowered fish.

His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and it was obvious at first glance that he had been abused inhumanely.

What’s even more frightening is that this kind of abuse seems to be just an appetizer, and the real main course doesn’t appear at all.

barbecue!

A dignified Holy Lord who was half-step into the Yuan Realm, a Holy Lord from the Inner Shaft Realm, was actually tied to a barbecue grill, his whole body was scorched black by the flames, and there was even some weird smell wafting in the air.

Shocked!

Those in the natural selection realm who were stranded next to the teleportation array in the spiritual realm were speechless and their teeth were trembling.

Yu Quwan had just sent three message slips to Lin Zongkun for help. Originally, he was still wondering why the Holy Master didn't reply.

But now it seems that the Holy Lord... can't protect himself.

Although due to the agreement, it was impossible for the strong men of the Blue Tribulation Holy Land to actually kill Lin Zongkun, this humiliation was enough for Lin Zongkun to vomit blood for three days and three nights.

…

"Yan Shilun, now you can send weapons and materials to the two holy places. If I stop you again, I, Fu Baimo, will also go to the barbecue grill."

In the distance, the seven half-step Wenyuan all had dark faces.

Fu Baimo looked at Yan Shilun and smiled strangely.

"This... I, Yan Shilun, am not the kind of person who bullies the weak. I am different from Lin Zongkun. I even strongly condemn Lin Zongkun's behavior of bullying the Northern Realm."

After being stunned for a moment, Yan Shiluan blushed, then waved his sleeves and spoke righteously.

What a thrill!

Fortunately, I listened to this old guy Fu Baimo, otherwise I wouldn't even dare to leave the Flame Realm in the future.

How terrible it would be if the Qing Jie disciples blocked themselves at the door and then grilled the living people.

"Yan Shilun, over the past few hundred years, your strength has not grown, but your face has become thicker and thicker."

The Holy Lord of the Eastern Realm sneered.

It doesn't matter if the Yanshi falls. As a Holy Lord, able to bend and stretch, he should focus on the overall situation.

Besides, who dares to mess with the Qingjie Holy Land?

300 years ago, Zhu Sanfu had already fought with Lin Zongkun, although Lin Zongkun was defeated miserably in that battle and even had one of his legs ripped off by Zhu Sanfu.

But that battle lasted ten days and ten nights. Although Zhu Sanfu was chasing Lin Zongkun, everyone could see that Zhu Sanfu was not easy.

After all, Lin Zongkun is a thousand-year-old monster, and with three blessings, his longevity is not yet 400 years old.

But now, just 300 years later, Zhu Sanfu can really hang up and beat Lin Zongkun.

This kind of talent is truly terrifying.

…

In fact, for monks above natural selection, 300 years is equivalent to just 10 years for mortals, or even shorter.

After all, the stronger the monk, the more obscure the cultivation problems he faces. Often after a retreat, the mortal world has changed. Hundreds of years have passed, and the mortals who were babies at the beginning may have become octogenarians.

There is a saying in the world of aging.

One day for gods and one year for mortals.

This sentence does not mean that the time that monks live in is any different from that of mortals.

It's entirely because the monks want to retreat.

One night is enough for a mortal to sleep. But monks who want to consolidate their cultivation and understand obscure Taoist techniques often go into seclusion for more than ten years without seeing the light of day.

When they came out of quarantine, it felt like only ten days had passed.

But looking back at the human world, the mortal world, it has been thirty years since Hedong.

So for half-step questioners like them, 300 years is equivalent to not seeing each other for ten years.

…

"Fifth Senior Brother, Fifth Senior Brother, you are wrong."

Zhu Sanfu was still trying to control the heat. Lin Zongkun gritted his teeth as he was burned, but he could not break free from Zhu Sanfu's imprisonment. He could only barely maintain the final dignity of the Holy Lord of the Realm without any ghosts screaming.

At this time, Chao Hongqian jumped down from the roof and ran to Zhu Sanfu excitedly.

"If you grill like this, it will burn."

"You have to apply a layer of oil first and then sprinkle salt on it."

"Come on, let me show you, junior brother. You see, if you brush it with oil, it won't burn. The finished product is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the skin is attractive golden brown."

Chao Hongqian took out a large brush with crystal clear oil on it.

I don’t know what kind of oil it is, but it has a strange fragrance.

"I see!"

Zhu Sanfu slapped his forehead, and the two started barbecue happily.

Under the infiltration of oil temperature, the temperature of Lin Zongkun's skin was even higher, and he finally couldn't help it anymore.

"Ah...let me go. I want to meet the Holy Lord Qing Jie. You are bullying others too much. You are bullying others too much."

pain.

I don’t know what kind of oil this is, it’s sticky when applied to my body, and coupled with the nameless flames that wish me three blessings, it’s like a pain that pierces into my soul.

"Trash, how can you still have any dignity in the Yuan realm?"

Chao Hongqian was not polite and slapped Lin Zongkun on the face.

"You go too far."

Lin Zongkun was so angry that he was smoking.

"Well, yes. I deceived people too much."

Chao Hongqian slapped her again with her backhand.

…

"The Central Territory does not interfere with matters within the inner axis. Have you, the Blue Tribulation Holy Land, gone too far?"

At this time, Yu Min'en and Qiao Chufeng finally couldn't help but take a step forward.

After all, Lin Zongkun was also a temporary ally of the two holy places. Being so humiliated made them both unhappy.

"The spirit world bullied my eleventh junior brother, didn't he go too far?"

Zhu Sanfu didn't look at the two elders, he was still grilling calmly. People who didn't know better thought he was a master of cooking.

"Come on, Fifth Senior Brother, spread some salt."

At this time, Chao Hongqian's Qiankun Ring flashed, and a large sack appeared on his shoulder, about a person tall and bulging.

Tear!

The sack was opened and all the sea salt was sprinkled on Lin Zongkun.

It hurts.

The kind of pain that hurts to the bone marrow.

Is this spreading salt?

This is burying people alive with salt.

Lin Zongkun's skin and flesh were already torn apart by the barbecue, but now that the wounds were sprinkled with salt, he was even more painful and twisted.

"Tenth Junior Brother, are you a little salty?"

Haiyan buried Lin Zongkun alive, but the flame of wishing three blessings was not extinguished.

"Wish you three blessings. Let's not talk about the matters in the spiritual realm for now."

"What happened to the Ji fishing rod in your hand? I need an explanation."

Yu Minen was so angry that he was trembling.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I passed by other realms and saw people from Jichi Holy Land, so I killed them casually."

Zhu Sanfu thought for a while and pulled out a few corpses from the void.

"Junior brother, this is the first time we meet, and the fifth senior brother will give you some greeting gifts."

With a wave of his hand, Zhu Sanfu greeted Zhao Chu who was reflected in the jade slip.

"It's too much to bully others. You, Qingjie Holy Land, are simply too much to bully others."

Yu Min'en and Qiao Chufeng were furious.

This was an elder from the Natural Selection Realm of the Two Holy Lands, and he was killed inexplicably.
To be continued...