Yes, the Sanxian. The Five Sons of Maoshan never thought that there was a Sanxian like Dan Qingsheng hidden in the army of the Yan Prince's Mansion.
The so-called scattered immortals are either cultivators who have lost their body and practiced with the Nascent Soul after they have lost their body, and used some rare spiritual medicine to restore their spirits to reach the level of ascension; or they are qi-refining masters who cannot withstand the heavenly tribulation when they ascend, abandoned their body, and were forced to continue practicing with the Nascent Soul. No matter which one, they are all terrible figures who have cultivated to an extremely high level of Nascent Soul and are almost as powerful as immortals, but because the spirits cannot withstand the transformation of the fairy energy, they cannot ascend, and are terrible people who stay in the human world.
These scattered immortals are extremely proud of themselves. One of the things they like most in the past was to occupy mountains and become kings in remote waters, seal a small island, and to dominate the island. Some scattered immortals like to spend their lives alone or gather three or five friends on the island, just be careful of the 490-year wind and fire disaster. Some scattered immortals, such as the ancestor of the legendary Southern Light Palace, like to recruit disciples desperately, so that they have thousands of disciples under their sects, which are astonishingly powerful.
The first type of scattered immortal who likes to live freely is fine. He can gather dozens of cultivators to expel them, but if it is the second type, they don’t know how many masters are hidden in their portals. If they provoke them, they will be like stabbing a hornet’s nest.
The Wuzi of Maoshan has never heard of this place on Lingxian Island in the South China Sea, but looking at the terrifying power of the magic weapon released by Danqingsheng, the old Taoists in Maoshan knew that this guy would not be wrong to call himself a scattered immortal. That brush was like Mount Tai, carrying the extremely pure energy of heaven and earth, covering a radius of ten miles and smashing it down.
Fa Zheng sighed, and he stopped the operation of the upside down Five Elements Formation, threw Li Feng and his army to the ground, and then pointed his hand, the 360 ​​order flags containing the huge power of the Sky Stone brought dazzling lights and greeted the huge brush in the sky. His four junior brothers, with their fellow Taoists, shot out sword lights and faced the black peony flowers. For a moment, the sword lights in the sky flashed like dragons, splitting the black peonies condensed by the energy into pieces.
With a faint sigh, a woman with a beautiful appearance, wearing a long dress that was as brilliant as clouds and slowly fluttering appeared in the air. She was holding a colorful peony flower about a foot wide in her hand. Seeing the sword light of the Maoshan Taoist priest crushing the black peonies, a cold smile appeared on her face. With a finger, the woman chanted a few spells slightly and chanted: "The fairy flying fairy in Fuxia Island in the South China Sea is polite."
A series of colorful lights shot out from the peony flowers in her hand. The colorful lights were hundreds of feet long, and these colorful lights even made a roar like thunder. "Boom boom boom", the sword light of the Maoshan Taoist priest and her colorful light were immediately defeated. The power contained in this colorful light was too great, and their flying sword was almost knocked back to its original form. A flying sword with a slightly worse quality was already a "clang" moan, and was smashed into pieces by a green light, and the sky was rained down.
Fei Xianzi made a move and immediately forced all the Maoshan Taoists, except Fa Zheng, to retreat more than 200 feet. She had just warmed up. Looking at the broken black peonies, Fei Xianzi sighed slightly: "Since you like to fold flowers so much, I'll give you more." The white jade-like fingers danced, quietly, countless black peonies appeared in the sky, the petals were as sharp as blades, and each flower was spinning wildly, making a terrifying "swooshing" sound.
More than 100,000 black peonies shot towards Fa and a group of old Taoists. This was all-round, without a dead end.
At this moment, the old Taoist Fa Yan had already been defeated. The three hundred and sixty flags, with the powerful energy of the Sky Stone, were on them. When they encountered the huge brush that was painted in the painting, they seemed to be made of paper. The flagpole made of fine gold was shattered in an instant, and the flag woven by the sky silk turned into ashes in the bursts of sky fire. The three hundred and sixty flags could not stop the downward momentum of the brush.
The huge brush fell down, and it was about to smash the old Taoist Fa Zheng into a meat pie. Fa Zhengxin leaned forward, slapped his forehead with his hand, and roared "Wuliang Dao Zun", and suddenly a ray of inspiration shot out from his forehead. A naked baby emerged. The little baby held a gossip mirror in his hand, which led to the thirteen small flying swords inserted in his Taoist crown, turning into a colorful light to meet him.
A green robe and thin-faced Dan Qingsheng also appeared in the air. He looked at the old Taoist Fazheng who was desperately attacking the differentiated Nascent Soul, and seemed to have a soft heart. With his hands raised, the brush suddenly shrank into less than a foot long. The brushes flashing with brilliance turned into a thin light of about a hundred feet long, avoiding the Nascent Soul of Fazheng, and directly penetrated into Fazheng's right chest, punching his body against each other, and a blood fountain spurted out.
As soon as the true energy of the old Taoist Fa Zheng was released, he did not expect that the Nascent Soul Sword, which was known as the fastest, could not match the attack speed of Dan Qingsheng. The Nascent Soul who had just practiced could only fly back to his body, and then Fa Zheng shouted: "Junior brothers, go quickly." A golden light, he headed towards the south.
Fahe, Fayan and the others were already forced to breathe. Each black peony flower contained a huge power of thousands of kilograms. Although they used the sword light to connect a huge light curtain as a defense, countless peony flowers rushed over one after another, and their flying sword light curtains were trembling, and they could not support it. Hearing Fazheng's shouting, Fayan raised his hand and took out a roll of bamboo slips from his arms and roared: "Zhoutian Dunjia."
Countless clear lights came out of the bamboo slips, forming a pillar of light covering all the disciples of the Maoshan Sect. Then the clear light shot out suddenly, as if a cannon was shot out of the chamber. With a "swish", tens of thousands of black peonies were smashed to pieces. The clear light was so fast that it caught up with the old Taoist Fa Zheng almost instantly, and swept him in and headed to the south. The bamboo slips floated nine times in the air, and were about to turn into a ray of light to escape.
Fairy Fei jumped over and shouted coldly: "Split light." Her hand grabbed the air, and with a crackling sound, she grabbed the body of the "Zhoutian Dunjia". "Hehehe, even if you escape quickly, you have to leave me a magic weapon." Fairy Fei sneered proudly. Compared to her, the strength of the Wuzi Maoshan was too weak. Although she escaped, she still caught the magic weapon.
Dan Qingsheng took back his brush, inserted it behind the collar, and floated close to Fei Xian with a smile, and whispered: "Fei'er, your magic power has improved again."
Fairy Fei glanced at him and said coldly: "Where are you? Why did you let that old Taoist go? You can pierce his purple palace directly, so that his soul cannot be destroyed, why did you let him go? If I hadn't expected that the Maoshan Sect would have such a powerful magic weapon, I would have left all the old Taoists long ago."
Dan Qingsheng looked at Fairy Fei embarrassedly, and said helplessly to the wrong words: "This, Fei'er, my 49th tribulation is coming. If you kill too many times, you may not be able to overcome the tribulation. Hey, you'd better not be too angry. Last time you killed the Qi Refiner on the Eagle Floating Island, it's really..."
Fairy Fei snorted coldly, and Dan Qingsheng immediately didn't dare to speak. Fairy Fei looked at him for a long time before sighing and said, "What are you afraid of? You were afraid of the 49th Division? Didn't you survive the last time? Especially this time there are so many fellow helpers, what are you afraid of? Daoyan invited us all the way. Although we can't afford to offend him, we have also taken advantage of others. Can you easily practice it as two 'Lingxiao Soul Pills'?"
Dan Qingsheng nodded helplessly and stopped talking.
Fairy Fei looked at Li Feng and others lying down below, and couldn't help but frown: "What a bunch of waste, what's the use of asking them? If we really want King Yan to be the emperor, our magic power is enough, why do we still use these soldiers to do?"
Dan Qingsheng quickly smiled and said, "Fei'er, you can't say that. The Central Plains are vast, and we don't know how many masters of Qi refining are. The Taoist priests in Maoshan are so weak that they have lost most of their ancestors' classics. If this is not the case, it would be unlikely for us to succeed... Well, there are other Taoist sects, and there are many disciples and there are many masters. If we rashly interfere in the war on earth, it may cause a full-scale war between our overseas islands and the Central Plains portals, which will be truly endless."
Fairy Fei turned his head disdainfully and looked at the other side, sneering: "Who else is there in the Central Plains world besides the Yiyuan Sect, East and West Kunlun, Emei Sword Sect, Qingcheng Immortal Sect, Wutai Buddha Sect, and some casual cultivators in the Cave Heaven and Blessing Land? How can we compare to our fellow disciples on the 1,080 islands overseas? Dan Qingsheng, you are too careful. How could I fall in love with you and have both the family members?"
Dan Qingsheng smiled almost cowardly, secretly took two steps back in the air, stood behind Fei Xianzi, and dared not speak anymore.
Fairy Fei waved her hand, and a trace of colorful light fell from the sky and shot into Li Feng and his body. Then Li Feng's army suddenly woke up one by one. The first one to wake up was Li Feng and the kitten who immediately pretended to faint after hearing the word "Sanxian". The kitten jumped up and started cursing: "Damn it, which shameless thief dares to use magic to bully your tiger master? If you have the courage, stand up and let Tiger master I chop you a hundred times."
Li Feng also bluffed and shouted: "Come on, search for me everywhere to see if there are any annoying bastards nearby, give them all to me... Ah, two immortals, Li Feng is polite here."
Zhu Neng also got up. After watching from side to side for a long time, he hurriedly walked up and saluted to Dan Qingsheng and Fei Xianzi who fell from the sky, saying, "Two immortal masters, have you driven away those bastards who used magic pits to harm us? The immortal master's magic power is indeed unfathomable. We were unable to move at all just now, as if the sun had been swallowed up. Who knew that the two immortal masters rescued us so easily."
Dan Qingsheng held his hands behind his back and said nothing, Fairy Fei squeezed out a smile and nodded: "A mere trivial matter, no need to mention it." The two fairys defeated more than a dozen cultivators in the highest level, but the Nascent Soul stage, which was indeed not a glorious record, and there was no need to brag too much.
Li Feng looked at Dan Qingsheng and Fei Xian, and then he realized that no wonder he couldn't see through their reality and feelings. They were all scattered immortals? So, what level is he who can invite them to come to assist King Yan? What kind of powerful force is the monk of Monk Tao Ni? Are they from the Buddha Sect? No matter how beautiful they look, Monk Tao Yan doesn't look like a person from the Buddha Sect. Can a monk who always thinks of getting promoted and getting rich is a Zen monk?
Seeing his subordinates gathering soldiers and civil servants with limp hands and feet, and looking at Yongping City that was close to him, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Two immortal chiefs, we were ordered by the king to ambush the imperial army, but now we have been sent back to Yongping. I wonder if the two immortal chiefs have a way to help me?"
Dan Qingsheng nodded slowly: "This is not a difficult task. Although we two joined forces, we cannot use the formation to send more than 10,000 of you back to where you were just now, but there is still a way to take advantage of tricks." He flipped his hand and pulled out the brush behind the collar and slowly gestured in the void. Golden spirits appeared in the air, and then golden light shot into the bodies of Li Feng and the others, and a spell flashing with a faint light appeared on their thighs.
Dan Qingsheng instantly added talisman blessing to everyone, and a cold sweat flowed down his forehead. He shook his head, let out a long breath, and walked to the edge of the grain trucks, drawing a spiritual fu on all the supplies. This made him sweat all over and almost soft on the ground. Dan Qingsheng muttered in a low voice: "More than 10,000 people, it's really hard to work, it's no easier than fighting with a scattered immortal for three days and three nights. Strange, how did those Maoshan Taoists move more than 10,000 people?"
Fairy Fei waved his hand and brought a cloud of clouds, dispersing the clouds into a faint mist, and wrapped around the soldiers' feet. She said with a clear voice: "The magical practice of the painting and my clouds and mists are only one hour long, enough for you to go back and it will not delay things."
Li Feng, the kitten pretended to thank Fei Xianzi and Dan Qingsheng. At the same time, Li Feng's mouth was filled with flattery. He heard that Dan Qingsheng and Fei Xianzi blushed and felt that they were too boasting, while the other was refreshed and thought that they were truly invincible in the world. And Qingneng sincerely thanked the two Qi Refiners because they avoided the crime of delaying the fighter's plane.
The army started, and the two immortals took action at the same time were indeed extraordinary. They saw more than 10,000 people and dust that looked like blades, leaving in an instant. Dan Qingsheng sighed: "Never be such a good person again next time. I will suffer for no reason. The true energy in my body was almost exhausted."
Fairy Fei looked at him with a blame, and hummed, "I didn't ask you to go and fight with others, why are you sighing?"
Dan Qingsheng was silent for a long time, then asked casually: "Fei'er, we know monks and Taoists, but only a hundred years ago, what do you think of this person?"
Fairy Fei flew into the sky impatiently and shouted, "Diet man, aren't you going to leave quickly? We still have to follow them and take care of them. Is the monk and Taoist rebelling? Who is he and what does it have to do with us? In short, he is very generous in his actions. He always uses the heavenly elixir as a reward. What's the point of giving him some strength?"
Dan Qingsheng watched Fairy Fei go away, and his cowardly face showed an extremely wise light. He sighed in a low voice: "That's how strange it is, is the heaven-level spiritual pill so easy to refine? His monk Dao Ni is just an ordinary qi refiner who just cultivated into the Nascent Soul ten years ago. Where did so many heaven-level spiritual pills come from? Fei'er, you are extremely smart on weekdays, why are you confused about these things? Last time I followed Monk Dao Ni, but I was almost besieged and killed." Dan Qingsheng's face showed a look of fear, and he shook his head, and he also flew up.
At this moment, a layer of auspicious clouds and mist was shrouded in the sky, and a clanging bell sound faintly floated in the air, making the spiritual platform clear. The soldiers under Zhu Yu had good intentions and had no intention of fighting. They wandered around the camp with a smile on their faces, greeting their friends as if they were on an outing. Murong Tian and other generals with deep skills were still good. They could barely keep their consciousness and prevent the extremely relaxed and leisurely atmosphere from affecting their intelligence, but that was all they could do.
Only Zhu Yu, with his natural evil spirit, was not affected by the outside world's strange sect formation at all. He grabbed a huge painting halberd and ran around in the camp, scolding and punching at those smiling things. However, these soldiers were not angry at all at the moment, and no one paid attention to Zhu Yu.
Zhu Yu was so angry that he had just given a full meal this morning. After immediately siege the city, the entire camp was suddenly covered by the damn Qimen formation. This formation had no lethality at all, but it made his soldiers lose the fighting spirit. They were simply more compassionate than the old monk in the temple. How could they fight this battle?
The furious Zhu Yu dragged the Fangtian painting halberd out of the camp. Until three hundred feet outside the camp, the influence of the Qimen formation became unmarked. Zhu Yu looked at the Miyun City Wall two miles ahead, "Gabeng Gabeng" grinding his teeth. There were only 3,000 permanent defenders in the city, and the temporary recruitment of guards was only more than 8,000. With the 10,000 elite troops under his jurisdiction, Zhu Yu was sure to conquer the city within an hour, but now the soldiers were unable to fight at all, so what else could he do?
Zhu Yu, who was angry, roared wildly, and ran towards Miyun City with Fang Tian Huaji. He screamed in a 'Wow', "The general left the city and fought with your uncle Zhu Yu." He stood alone ten feet in front of the city gate and started provoking loudly.
The garrison officer in the city was pale and hid in the city tower and did not dare to show up. What a joke, no one in this area knew that Zhu Yu, the second prince of the Yan Prince's Mansion, was a murderous demon king and a natural tiger general. He was just a small general. There was no need to go out of the city to fight Zhu Yu. He didn't even dare to order the bow and arrow, for fear of angering Zhu Yu, who would rush into the city to kill himself.
The defenders in the city were just a little strange: "Why did Zhu Li come to attack the city alone? What about his 10,000 troops? Didn't the spy say that he brought 10,000 troops here?"
Zhu Li's eyes were rolling around, his teeth were grinding, and his mouth flew across the city gate for a long time. Suddenly he raised all his strength and rushed towards the city gate with big strides. He jumped high, and then swung out a halberd. The guards on the top of the city called out, "Oh my God". The iron chain of the suspension bridge was cut off by Zhu Li's halberd, and the heavy suspension bridge fell to the ground with a "boom". Zhu Li laughed wildly, raised the heavy Fang Tian Hua Ji, and hit the gate of Miyun City with a pole.
With a 'boom', the half-foot-thick door bolt let out a 'crunch' moan. The soldiers in the city gate hole screamed: "Come on, the city gate is about to be knocked down. Come on, the murderous devil is coming in. Come on!" These soldiers were scared to death.
The garrison officer on the city tower finally woke up, and he screamed loudly: "Shoot, shoot, shoot him to death... The Yan Prince's Mansion rebelled, shoot Zhu Yu to death, it's a great achievement. He is also a flesh and blood body. Do you think he is a god?"
The soldiers on the top of the city reacted, and they all picked up their bows and arrows, and shot a dense rain of arrows at Zhu Yu under their feet.
Zhu Yu let out a grim smile, blood-red mist appeared on his body, and his whole body seemed to be soaked in blood. He punched the city wall and suddenly punched a hole the size of a bowl. Zhu Yu's toes slightly force, and had already climbed the small hole, and then punched out again. When the arrow approached his body, it was shaken away by his thick internal force. Zhu Yu just rose and fell and jumped on the top of the city.
‘Haha’, with a wild shout, Fang Tian’s painting halberd swept thousands of cold lights. A loud sound of 'sheeping' was made. More than thirty soldiers were pierced through their throats, and they were picked out with terrifying screams. Blood rain splashed in the air. Zhu Yu yelled: “Who dares to be enemies with your uncle Zhu Yu?…Even your two-meter-high broken city wall, can you dare to be enemies with the Prince Yan’s Mansion? If the surrender is not killed, who dares to take action again? Mr. Zhu Yu promises that he will ascend to the Pure Land soon.”
The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty were still very strong in the decades when the founding of the country. A group of more than 200 soldiers rushed towards Zhu Yu with steel knives. Zhu Yu's teeth were chewed and roared, and rushed over. He did not use any tricks, just danced the Huaji in his hand like a windmill. Those soldiers were not his natural opponents of divine power. When they bumped into the heavy Huaji, they were immediately beaten to pieces and their bones were broken, and they were moaned and knocked off the top of the city.
A white light flashed, and the fat monk who went to Zhu Yu's camp to persuade Zhu Yu appeared in front of Zhu Yu, as if he was picking up the thin petals with his fingers. The monk stretched out three fingers and easily grabbed Zhu Yu's painting halberd. Zhu Yu groaned, and the painting halberd slashed down hard. The monk's body shook slightly, and a look of surprise appeared on his face, but he still stabilized his body and chuckled: "Your Highness, the monk has been practicing hard for more than two hundred years, and his skills are a little deeper than Your Highness. Although Your Highness is born with divine power, I am afraid that I can't shake the monk at all."
Zhu Li grabbed the Huaji and shook it for more than a dozen times, and found that the monk's fingers were not shaken at all. He immediately became evil from the side of his courage, let go of the Huaji and kicked the monk's lower body. With a dull sound, Zhu Li felt as if he had hit a diamond, and howled, and jumped up with his feet. The pure gold cloud head on his combat boots had turned into shattering, and a huge rebound force almost broke his toes.
The monk threw Fang Tian Hua Ji away, clasped his hands and said with a smile: "Your Highness insisted on kicking the monk's little head, but the monk practiced the indestructible body of Vajra, I'm afraid the monk's little head is not so easy to kick." The monk proudly spread his thighs and smiled: "Your Highness kicks ten more times. If the monk screams in pain, the monk will leave immediately. If the prince can't kick the monk, what if he withdraws his troops back to Yanjing? In short, your noble's army is no longer in a fight, so why not go back?"
Zhu Li held his swollen feet, and his eyes turned green. He cursed with his eyes tilted: "You monks from Mount Wutai are all... Vajras are indestructible, where have you practiced?" Zhu Li was so angry that he had always been the only one who kicked people to death. He didn't know that he was seriously injured by his little brother today, and his injuries were very serious, so his internal breath could not flow through. It turned out that the meridians of that piece of meridians were disordered by the rebounding force.
A slick voice suddenly sounded: "Monkey, this is what you said, look at your uncle's flying legs." A young man with a tall jade crown on his head and a beautiful cloak of birds on his body. He looked as handsome as an eighteen teenager appeared in front of Zhu Yu with a green light, and then kicked the fat monk's lower body with a kick.
A stream of true energy with a cold and cold spirit broke into his body, and half of the monk's Vajra Indestructible Zen skill was immediately broken. The fat monk spitted a mouthful of blood up to the sky, hugged his lower abdomen and ran away. The young man tilted his head and shook his body and shouted: "Monster, don't run away, there are nine feet, let your uncle Biyouzi kick a few times, what are you afraid of? If I kick you to death, I will not be a human."
The fat monk turned around and shouted loudly: "You guy, you have such a deep Taoist practice, and you still have such a kind of yin hand? The monk is Wuxin, the abbot of Dalingzhi Temple in Wutai Mountain. You, come and sign up."
Biyouzi raised his hand and waved three green peach blossoms like jade, and smiled and said, "I am the Qi Refiner of the East China Sea Changjie Island. It's just pitiful. I can't escape the thunder of heaven and earth. I've been destroyed by my body. Fortunately, I have been helped by noble people and refined my soul, so I can be free in the world. It's more than 300 years ago. Little monk, run slowly, and I'll remember those nine legs for you."
Monk Wuxin shivered all over: "I can't overcome the tribulation, destroy the body and refine the soul. You, you, are you a sanxian?" Monk Wuxin was so angry that he cursed: "What a shameless sanxian, he actually attacked us." He held up a circle of Buddha's light and headed towards Zhu Yu's camp.
Biyouzi smiled and blew a mouthful of white true energy on Zhu Yu's feet. Through the boots, a cool breath penetrated into Zhu Yu's toes. His meridians, which were damaged by the Vajra Zen, suddenly recovered as before. Then Biyouzi reached out and sucked back to Zhu Yu's Fangtian painting halberd and stuffed it into Zhu Yu's hand. He shouted seriously: "Well, I am Biyouzi, the marching staff officer under the command of the Yan Prince's Mansion. If you don't surrender, would you want me to kill someone?"
After touching his body, Biyouzi took out a two-inch-long short sword, shining golden light, smiled and gestured to chop people, and said with a smile: "Don't bully me without weapons, do you surrender?"
A ginseng general shouted tremblingly: "We are ordered by the emperor to guard this city, and we would rather die than surrender..."
Biyouzi sneered: "Then, go and die." The short sword in his hand suddenly turned into cold light, grinding the ginseng into meat foam, then pushed out with one palm, and a blood mist sprayed more than ten feet away. Biyouzi's originally handsome face was full of solemn cold air, and he snorted coldly: "Subdue, maybe, this immortal is going to slaughter the city. A group of things like ants dare to be arrogant in front of this immortal?"
Seeing Biyouzi's terrible face, Zhu Yu felt a chill in his heart. This guy was moody, especially not taking human life as a matter of the same thing. He was really a terrible person.
The garrison officer walked out of the city tower with a trembling sound, and knelt on the ground with a 'plop'. He kept saying: "We surrender, surrender, and hope that the immortal will grow up and show mercy and forgive the people in the city." The garrison officer looked at the soldiers behind him and winked. The soldiers were helpless and knelt down behind him.
Biyouzi smiled sarcastically and kicked the guardian away, sneering: "You are smart. You know that I, a scattered immortal, come to attack the city in person, and you can never defend it, so you can use the lives of the people to save yourself from sin. Very good, you are a smart person, but what I hate about the great immortal is a smart person. Go to die, go to die, go to die, go to die..." Biyouzi roared like a beast, caught up with the guardian, stepped onto the ground with one kick, and then trampled on it wildly.
‘Puff puff puff puff puff’, the terrible sound of broken bones and flesh kept coming, and Zhu Yu had the urge to vomit. The guard was forced to be stepped into a pile of meat sauce by the Biyouzi. The Biyouzi had a comfortable smile on his face and took a long breath. His handsome face was full of joy, as if he was enjoying this extremely cruel thing. He reached out to pick up a small piece of flesh and blood, licked it gently, and then swallowed the small piece of flesh and blood.
With a "vomiting" sound, a general of ginseng finally couldn't help but vomited wildly.
In Zhu Yu's camp, thirty-six monks from Wutai Mountain surrounded Cang Haisheng, who looked haggard and covered with a tattered blue robe. Cang Haisheng's hair was only about two inches long, his eyes were strangely blue, and his blue glitter was wandering around. It seemed that he had practiced an extremely strange method and became like this. His fingers were lacquered and black, like a charcoal-burning man, and there was no shiny ornament on his body. As long as he painted his body with mud and threw it on the street, he would be a standard beggar.
But Cang Haisheng, who was like this, emitted a series of powerful, thick blue true energy, like waves, forcing thirty-six monks with advanced cultivation to get close to him. Cang Haisheng touched the short beard on his chin, shook his head and sighed: "You should go quickly, I, Cang Haisheng, are easy to talk to, Biyouzi just doesn't like to reason. When he is happy, he can help a mortal enter the Golden Elixir stage. When he is unhappy, he can immediately turn against the mortal who has entered the Golden Elixir stage into ten thousand slices, and then sprinkle it into the ocean to fish for whales. You should go."
After coughing, Cang Haisheng showed a very compassionate smile: "I am also a practitioner of Taoism. I am a person with the heart of heaven and the public opinion of the lower body. It is not good to kill more people. I have been practicing Taoism for more than 500 years, and I have only killed 37,000 creatures in total. You must not become 37,036." He smiled implicitly, took out an exquisite green ring from his belt and put it on, and looked at his fingers with satisfaction.
The old monk Wuxin ran back with a Buddha light and said gasping: "Junior brothers, let's go quickly. That crazy man knows to cause trouble for us. This time he caused a huge trouble. Where did the Yan Wang Mansion come out? It's really... Amitabha, senior brother, I'm just struggling in the Golden Elixir Stage. I just formed the first relics, but I can't help but punch them."
Cang Haisheng showed a strange smile, and his body emitted a very cold and cold aura: "Really, I originally wanted to play with these monks more, but since you are here, then...you die together... I am Cang Haisheng, a qi refiner in Changjing Island in the East China Sea, and his body was destroyed by heavenly thunder at the same time. Fortunately, he was helped by noble people, hehe, he has become a sanxian. Everyone, I am sorry, I want your life."
Cang Haisheng's entire aura changed immediately. His thin body suddenly expanded, and finally became a muscle monster like a kitten. He roared angrily: "You all go to die... God thought I killed too much, but when he passed the tribulation, he dropped the nine nine divine thunder and struck it. Today I will continue to kill. How can God be with me?... Look at me, the Qinglong Transformation."
A green energy appeared between Cang Haisheng's hands, and then with an extremely vigorous aura, a dragon roared through the sky. The green energy turned into a green dragon, and rushed towards Wuxin and the others with anger. The dragon flew back and forth in the air, with claws, teeth, scales, and nowhere to kill people. A shocking murderous aura made Wuxin, who was the first to be hit, open his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood. Wuxin couldn't help but shout in despair: "Junior brothers, go quickly, this is a means to lure the qi into the emptiness. We Taoist practitioners cannot resist it."
Wuxin's forehead exploded suddenly, and as the blood fountain gushed, a golden relic soared into the sky and rushed towards the blue dragon. Wuxin roared angrily: "You go quickly, otherwise you will not be a disciple of Dalingzhi Temple. Get out of here, get out, get out of here." Wuxin sprayed out his heart and blood continuously, and the golden relic was suddenly radiant and powerful.
Thirty-six monks shivered, looked at Wuxin with tears in their eyes, chanted the Buddha's name sadly, and auspicious light flew out.
A green light enveloped Biyouzi's body and flew over quickly. He snorted coldly: "Don't even think of leaving, leave it for me." The sky was filled with green light flashing, and the seventeen monks howled, the auspicious light was broken, and the green light was blown into a transparent hole by the green light, falling into dust. The Biyouzi laughed wildly, his face full of excitement. His green light circled around the remaining nineteen monks, as if thinking about where to start.
Fortunately, Wuxin's relic was golden, and the bird's relic was shocked, and a blue light shot towards the relic. Only then did the nineteen remaining monks get the chance to escape from the heavens. They dare not stay and flee to Mount Wutai with tears.
Wuxin saw that the Biyouzi approached the relic he used to fight for as if he was ghostly, and the golden light shot out of the relic could not stop him from moving forward at all. He couldn't help but sighed to the sky: "Zhang Fengdian, this time the monk asked you to calculate. Since he met you, the monk has never encountered a good thing."
The relics were caught by the phosphorescence flashing hands of Biyouzi, and the green dragon rushed into Wuxin's body without hesitation. Wuxin's fat body swelled up and then exploded into a blood mist in the sky...
Biyouzi laughed wildly, looked at the clear relic in his hand with pride and smiled: "Miaoji, I didn't go there this time. I made a relic that is at least a hundred years old for this immortal. I'm not allowed to go this trip."
Cang Haisheng floated over, reached out and snatched, shouting, "How can a relic be able to be? It's hard for us to divide it equally?"
Biyouzi opened his mouth and swallowed the relics. A blue light flashed on his face, which seemed to have deepened its skills a lot. He looked at Cang Haisheng with a smile and said, "Why are you doing so stingy? I will respect this relic first. There are so many monks in the Central Plains, are you afraid that those who have no good meritorious service?"
Cang Haisheng looked at Biyouzi's belly with a greed, shook his head, and sighed: "Forget it, you have taken a lot of my advantage, and you don't care about this relic. How about we destroy Wutai Buddhist sect when we have the opportunity?"
Biyouzi sighed: "I think so too, but it's important to finish the main business. Come on, come on, come on, let's break the 'Vajra Demon Subduing Formation' first, and then we will assist the Second Highness in siege. Hehe, I don't know what it feels like to go to the front line to charge and rush into the formation."
When Cang Haisheng heard this, he immediately became interested. He slammed his palm down and said with a smile: "In this way, I have to use a heavy weapon to kill people like this to be happy."
The two looked at each other and laughed.
Outside Yingtian Mansion, Zhang Sanfeng, who was in a hurry to see Zhu Yunwen, was suddenly surrounded by nine men in black when he was fifty miles away from the city wall.
Chapter completed!