Domain barrier.

In the realm of deep travel, there are two qi rushing to camp.

At a high position in the hall, a monk wearing a light yellow robe frowned, put down the jade slip in his hand, and asked, "Has Niu Hong gone down to the lower realm?"

"Da Sikong, the commander has been in the lower realm for some time..." The bull-headed saint who came to report hesitated and couldn't understand. Maybe he understood it himself, but he couldn't tell the news, so he was advancing and retreating like this now.

The panicked look of losing ground.

"Where have you gone?"

"cloudy day."

"It's time for him to be in trouble." Da Sikong's brows relaxed.

The cloudy sky is the realm of the ancient Emperor Dongyue.

Even if the arrangements were made early, it would be impossible to go there openly, and indeed he could not lead troops and horses. No wonder he saw that the giant ship was not moving, and even the snare tunnel was not lit.

"It's a failure, it's a failure, it's really a failure. Da Sikong expected everything to be as good as a god." The bull-headed saint responded quickly.

Da Sikong said in surprise: "Did Dongyue Royal City be captured, or was it the veteran Taoist Lord of the Yintian clan who took action?"

In his impression, Niu Hong's strength is not weak, and he is a relic from ancient times.

Not to mention monks of the same realm, even ordinary Erhua may not be able to take advantage.

The road carries the burden, and the blood is reborn. If you can't defeat it, you can always escape.

"Is there a Lord of Three Flowers...?"

Da Sikong thought more deeply: "Speak quickly!"

…

Yu Dong Shu ‘tells’ what he saw and knew one by one with a trembling voice.

In fact, it’s not really about talking about it, it’s about replaying your own memories again.

Da Sikong, who was sitting in the seat, frowned.

The high priest who was summoned for discussion was surprised and said: "What a powerful method!"

Then he chuckled and said: "It's okay. When you get to the table, if your skills are not as good as others, you should be willing to admit defeat."

The scales on Da Sikong's neck rippled slightly.

He turned his face and held a head shaped like a big Kui: "What I'm worried about is not his safety. Since he wrote the letter, I won't let You Niu Hong die. What I'm afraid of is being provoked and doing someone else's work for nothing.

pawn."

The high priest, who was wearing a strange beast mask that not only covered his face but also covered his entire body, nodded and cast a spell to block out the sound: "I heard that his disciple was granted the title of Marquis due to his cultivation as a Holy King."

"good."

"Don't you think it's strange, Da Sikong?"

"What?"

The high priest turned around and said: "Every time we look for a snare, we have to investigate it along the way and screen it carefully. The snare in Blood Spirit Cliff was identified three hundred years ago, but it has never surfaced. Why hasn't he come to the devil yet?"

The underworld determined the location, and it was accurate to a place as big as a fingernail, two thousand miles away."

"Bo Yi, what do you mean?"

Sikong stared at Da Kui's head and said, "Either someone told him the location of the snare, or..."

The high priest Boyi pondered for a while, then lowered his voice and said: "Hetu!"

"It is said that the river map has always been in the hands of that person."

"..."

"I'm afraid not you or I can handle this."

Da Sikong and Boyi looked at each other.

They read from each other's eyes: 'Niu Hong is in big trouble!'

"What now?"

"Rescue people first, then escape."

"Without further ado!"

…

"What's going on?" After receiving the news, Yu Shen hurried to the Ming Palace. As soon as he entered, he saw Wu Rong, who was still pale, and the tall ghost and god standing beside him.

In the hands of the ghost and god, there is a bull-headed monk who is shackled with a black and red chain pierced through the lute bone.

Wu Rong smiled and said, "I encountered something small."

Tu Shanjun beside him suddenly frowned and was about to blurt out: "I almost lost my life. Is it such a small thing?"

When he thought that Wu Rong had to maintain his majesty after all, no matter how serious it was, he could not make everyone panic with him, he swallowed the words that had already flooded his chest.

These words can be said alone. There is no need to reprimand him in front of his disciples and followers. On the contrary, Wu Rong will lose face.

Although Yu Shen didn't hear what Tu Shanjun was saying, he didn't dare to treat it as a trivial matter.

Especially the bull-headed monk is still haunted by the inspiration of the avenue.

"Master and I went to check the snare, and happened to encounter him ambushing him there. Fortunately, he was not seriously injured." Wu Rong waved his hand.

If it was indeed dangerous just now, then after taking the elixir and sorting out the inner breath, it has stabilized.

The saint's injuries are difficult to recover from and are mostly limited to self-adjustment. With the help of a master of life and death like Tu Shanjun, he can be saved as long as he is not completely annihilated in the first place.

Yu Shen cupped his hands and said, "My lord, I'm wearing a white dragon fish suit. I'm in trouble."

"I see."

Wu Rong nodded.

It wasn't that he was pretending to be a commoner, but he didn't expect that the other party would take action so decisively.

It was his own error in judgment.

In the past, they were in the dark and could naturally wait for the opportunity to see the situation clearly. Now that they are in the light, many things are not convenient and they will become the targets of others.

What's more, after your cultivation level has improved, you think that the other party will definitely have some scruples about you.

In fact, all the monks have worked hard to reach high positions and have experienced countless killings. How could they have scruples just because of the opponent's cultivation level?

Even if there are genuine scruples, they will only be formed after fighting with each other.

Fortunately, Master is by your side.

Looking over, he saw Master Tu Shanjun's gloomy eyes.

Of course Tushanjun is gloomy.

In other words, if he develops good habits, even if he likes to be clean, his true form will definitely appear in that situation.

These are all lessons learned from the past. If it weren't for these "lessons", it would have been possible for him to have been one step too late even if his body was in the flag. Otherwise, why would he have wanted to kill this guy all the time?

Even if it offends the desolate god, no matter what, the soldiers will come to cover it up with water and earth.

Moreover, what made Tu Shanjun the most furious was that the other party was probably a pawn, a kind of temptation.

Since he took over the Hetu, he immediately understood that it was an unparalleled strategic treasure. Anyone who wanted to go further would need a snare to control the world.

He didn't quite understand what Qingdi meant, but it seemed to Tushanjun that Qingdi supported him.

Maybe Qingdi is tired.

The cycle of strong luck will always be tiring.

Or maybe he has some plans on him.

Maybe the cloudy sky and reincarnation restricted Qingdi and made him want to get rid of it.

But no matter what purpose or plan the Qing Emperor had, at least the Qing Emperor wanted him to master the road of life and death, take over the reincarnation of the world, move from the fourth step to the fifth step, and become a great supernatural power.

This is an opportunity.

Tushanjun had no choice.

But precisely because of this, Emperor Qing would not let him die so easily.

There must be a 'restriction' on the actions of a person with great supernatural powers. He didn't know what this restriction was, but after all, he was still in the cloudy sky and was the Qing Emperor's territory.

If the powerful person next to him wanted to kill him, he would have to ask the Qing Emperor and the Ancestor for their opinions.

He carries a lot of things.

Like a boat sailing against the current, you cannot take a step back.

He glanced sideways at the shackles in his hands.

…

"Is he still alive?" Yu Shen felt relieved.
To be continued...