Chapter 229, Penglai Immortal Mountains, The Battle of the East China Sea

Huang Quan came back to the world, and the orthodox Demon Dao took advantage of the situation to go to the East China Sea. "Ya*wen*yan*love*first*post"

The situation in the East China Sea has always been unclear. Before, there was the magic Dao Zhu Wuxia sitting in the southeastern Yingzhou region, Xiandao Qingxuzi blood washed the northeast Abbot region, and the Penglai region near the central turbulent flow was difficult to break through because of the terrain. After the immortals were sealed in the North Sea, the Immortal Dao lineages entered the retreat breakthrough stage one after another, and the Wuli Demon Realm was directly closed for a hundred years, which gave other Dao Lineages the opportunity to intervene in the Penglai Domain.

Humanity and ghosts sent a large army to invade Penglai Domain at the first time, and the scattered cultivators in Penglai Domain almost surrendered without any resistance. However, the more violent central turbulence in recent years has brought a lot of people to people and ghosts. trouble.

At this moment, on the top of Penglai Immortal Mountain, the humanitarian army is densely packed, and an altar on the top of the mountain emits a pure light. A spooky ghost town in the sky shrouded this island, and there were countless ghost armies in the city. They had no shape and were directly stacked together in a twisted shape, which looked particularly terrifying from the bottom. Such two kinds of light, one white and one gray, are intertwined, and the entire Penglai Immortal Mountain can no longer look like it used to.

On the top of the mountain, there was a man and a ghost standing against the wind.

The man was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with an ordinary appearance and wearing the most ordinary sacrificial clothes, but his bearing and demeanor were all outstanding. He was very tall, standing majestically in the wind, as tall and straight as a pines and bamboos. Moreover, his eyebrows are extremely upright, and when he looks at the great turbulence from afar, there is a kind of high-spirited and vigorous spirit, as if everything in this world is under his control.

The ghost looks similar to a human on the outside, but there is no shadow on the ground, and the sea breeze and light seem to penetrate his body and fall behind. He was dressed more casually than the person next to him, dressed in a blue-blue Confucian robe, dressed as a writer, with a jade flute hanging from his waist, and there seemed to be some blood streaks between the white jade. The ghost cultivator's brows did not have the gloomy smell of ghost cultivators, but he was more warm and comfortable than the people next to him.

Gui Xiu took the flute from his waist and started playing. He saw the man beside him was looking at the sea, so he said, "Master Zhong, the rapids on the sea have entered a retrograde period. Is the stationing of this humanitarian army going to change?"

He also spoke very casually. Although it was a question, it was simply a statement.

Zhong Sui didn't look at him, his eyes kept falling on the sea, he said solemnly: "The humanitarian army changes with the altar. It takes a little time to transfer the altar. It's better to take a step ahead of fellow Daoist Ji."

"Master Zhong said this..." Ji Zhaorong wiped the disciple with his cuff and said with a smile, "It doesn't take time for us to transfer our feelings to a ghost town?"

Zhong Sui raised his head and glanced at the gloomy ghost town on the top, and said calmly: "Ji Daoyou's Taoist method is beyond the reach of Zhong. It would be great if someone who can work harder.

Ji Zhaorong laughed out loud when he heard this, and Haifeng stopped beside him: "Hahaha, Lord Zhong is the commander of this trip, Zhaorong should be obedient."

"Thank you, fellow Daoist, for your patience." Zhong Sui said calmly, his expression still half-hearted, "I'll come later."

Ji Zhaorong didn't say any more, just bowed his hands slightly, then turned around and left the mountain. The ghost town stayed just above his head, and as he moved, the ghost town slowly left Penglai Domain. This is completely different from the time he said before that the ghost town transfer also takes time, but Zhong Sui pretended to be deaf and didn't mention it at all.

Having walked out of the perception range of the humanistic altar, Ji Zhaorong only took a few steps into the ghost town. Holding the white jade flute, he was furious: "This guy Zhong Sui..."

There was a chuckle from the flute, and Song Liyou's slightly mocking voice soon reached Ji Zhaorong's ears: "What? Can't play the first seat of the direct descendant of the Temple of Heaven?"

"Bah! You bastard will fall into trouble!" Ji Zhaorong raised his hand and wanted to throw the flute, but he quickly endured it. He has a good relationship with Song Liyou, and some words are just said between the two of them. In the eyes of others in the ghost town, Ji Zhaorong walked in from the city gate with a flute in his hand, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Song Liyou smiled even more proudly.

"This fellow is like a stone. It's useless no matter how soft and hard it is. How could a humanistic saint bring out such an apprentice!" Ji Zhaorong looked disgusted. The unpleasantness of getting along with each other said, "When I am stationed, I have to sacrifice to heaven and earth, set up an altar, and sing prayers for a while. Lao Tzu said in his heart that when he finished sacrificing heaven and earth, the pot of soup in Penglai domain would not even have minced meat, he would not Listen, I did a fucking dance again after a while! Do you imagine an eight-footed man dancing with a group of little girls doing that kind of sacrificial dance!"

Song Liyou was killing ghosts and enjoying flowers in Fengdu City, when she heard such a string of words coming from her fan, she almost didn't cry with laughter. He was about to comfort his unfortunate senior brother a few words, but a harsh flute stopped all his comforting words.

Song Liyou closed Nai He with a slap, covering her ears and screaming in pain: "Don't blow it, the good holy artifact has been blown into such a ghost by you."

Ji Zhaorong was in a fit of rage over there, and he said cursingly, "Not only do you have to toss around the station, but recruit and surrender scattered cultivators, capture the mountain gate, and transfer the garrison. Whatever the old man does, he has to toss this whole thing over and over again. Let's see it!"

Song Liyou leaned forward and back and laughed together for a long time, and the fan-folding display in his hand was another large piece of ghost repairing ashes. Others saw him laughing while killing, thinking that this young city owner is really a lunatic.

"Hahahaha..." Song Liyou couldn't stop laughing, "Remember to jump to me next time... Oh, Master just said that he wants to watch it too."

Ji Zhaorong's face turned blue: "Why did you tell Shizun! Song Liyou, look I can't kill you when I come back!"

"I'm using Naihe to defend the enemy, who asked you to chat with me now!" Song Liyou pretended to be nonchalant.

The next moment Ji Zhaorong's urging flute almost scared him to his knees, he hurriedly said, "Senior brother, stop arguing, I'm doing business here!"

The flute sound was long and long, and it didn't mean to stop at all.

"Senior brother, do well!" Song Liyou resolutely confessed, "I don't dare anymore!"

But at this time, the sound of the flute became more and more rapid and intense, and there was no intention to stop for half a minute.

It was only now that Song Liyou realized that something was wrong. Usually, the two of them were joking. As long as he bowed his head, Ji Zhaorong would never get entangled. Now that he has been playing the flute, he is definitely not annoyed by Song Liyou. He should be defending the enemy. Hearing the intensity of the flute, I am afraid that he is not an ordinary enemy.

Song Liyou hurriedly asked, "Senior brother, what's wrong with you?"

There was a chaotic flute sound over there, and it took a while to hear Ji Zhaorong's angry answer: "Damn, the magic attack!"

Then the sound of the flute and the voice stopped abruptly, Song Li was terrified, and immediately backhanded the fan of Nai He, the peach blossoms quickly withered and turned into black mist: "Master!"

A hoarse and old voice came from the fan: "The Holy Master personally expedition, withdraw the army."

Song Liyou heard the word "Holy Master" and knew that it was not good. The Holy Master of the Devil's Way was nothing more than that Huang Quan. He was still thinking about how Yun Qing clearly said to help Ghost Dao take down Penglai Domain and then turned his face and called, the voice of the Ghost Dao saint over there has gradually become quieter: "Quickly exchange Naihe with Baiji. Since there is no arrogance If the Demon Realm dares to let the Holy Master personally take action, then don’t blame the old man for directly intervening in the battle!”

Song Liyou immediately left the current battlefield, and the magic formula in his hand changed. After much thought, these three holy artifacts are all of the same origin, and there is a ghostly saint as a link between the users, so only if both parties agree, then the exchange of holy artifacts is very easy. Now that Ji Zhaorong is in danger, he must understand what Song Liyou means by exchanging holy artifacts with him, so he is not worried about failure.

At the moment when the magic trick ended, the Nai He in Song Liyou's hands turned into a hundred strategies, and the voice of the ghostly saint had disappeared.

Over the Penglai Domain, a mighty demon army appeared out of thin air, directly surrounding the Penglai Immortal Mountains. At this time, the ghost town was not far away, and the encirclement was relatively large, so it was also besieged for a while.

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These demonic armies are orderly and murderous. After the South China Sea clean-up, almost all the demonic disciples have actually fought on the battlefield. The demonic energy in their bodies turned into black dragons, circling among the clouds.

The black dragon, which was transformed by the evil spirit, had red eyes, and a young woman sat on top of her head. She was woven with black mist, her long hair was flying in all directions, and there was an elegant old-fashioned expression in her face. She has jade-like skin and elegant demeanor, but the smile on her face is slightly evil. This young woman is the remnant of Huang Quan. She held the dragon horn with one hand, looked at the human and ghost forces garrisoned below, and gave the order to the demon general: "Leave the two leaders alive, and kill the rest."

Huang Quan needs a lot of flesh and strength to reshape the body, and these troops in front of her can just become her food.

Ji Zhaorong looked at this completely unfamiliar "Huangquan" and felt the almost irresistible great power in her, thinking that this time he was going to die with that Zhong Sui. At this time, his hand became hot, and the Nai He fan unfolded on its own. This hand is dry and old, like a branch, but Ji Zhaorong almost cried when he saw it. Isn't this the hand of his master!

Huang Quan's eyes were red to the point of dripping blood, her red pupils stared indifferently at the giant palm flying towards her, and the black dragon's eyes suddenly glowed with intense red light. This macroscopic red light carries a destructive aura, and even the space collapses inch by inch, and traces of black cracks spread in the sky. The giant hand is between existence and nothingness, and can hurt everything it passes through, but it is not hurt by external forces. It usually passes through black cracks and dazzling red light, and it comes straight to Huangquan.

Huang Quan sneered: "Although a certain is just an insignificant remnant soul, it is more than enough to deal with your incarnation with Huang Quan's real body..."

Saying that, she no longer used her magical powers to deal with it, and just raised her hand and took down the giant palm.

The black dragon she sat down wailed, and the dragon's body collapsed instantly, turning into a huge skeleton floating in the air. Huang Quan stood up directly from the dragon's back, his slender and white hand pressed against the huge withered hand, showing no signs of decline at all.

"Forget it, I don't have time to spend with you. If you want to take that person away, hurry up." Huang Quan frowned, and a river of blood rushed out of his hand, directly rushing the giant hand down.

The giant hand quickly returned to the Naihe fan in Ji Zhaorong's hand, withered like a chicken's paw, he grabbed Ji Zhaorong, and then pulled it into the fan, and he disappeared with the fan in place.

Huang Quan seemed a little annoyed, she quickly ordered: "Come on, kill the rest!"

The rest of humanity is just soft persimmons, and even the saints above them are too busy to take care of themselves.

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