Amidst the exclamations of many people, several rays of light shot up into the sky.
"Look, the gods are gods!"
"Master Immortal is flying, so awesome!"
The children on the ferry excitedly pointed to the aura soaring into the sky in the distance.
When passing through the realm of Thousand Demons Sect and arriving at Guyun Mountain, you must fly slowly - this has become an unknown rule in the realm of Xuyu.
Whether it is Yuwu Flying or the Xianjia Ferry, they need to stop at Guyun Mountain, undergo inspection by the monks of the Thousand Demons Sect, and leave a "toll".
The toll is not much, usually only a few spirit stones. Spending a few spirit stones can get the blessings of the monks of the Thousand Demons Sect in the huge territory of the Thousand Demons Sect. Many mountain and wild cultivators are also happy to spend these few spirit stones to seek peace.
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The ferry slowly slowed down, and when the spirit light flew to the bow, the person in charge jumped onto the side of the ship and threw the jade token in his hand.
Several rays of spiritual light suddenly stopped in the air, and then they slowly came to the ferry, cupped their hands to the person in charge and said: "There is a ferry from the Liuguang Sect passing in front of us. This sect is the master, and the Liuguang Sect is the guest. Let the guests go first!
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The person in charge nodded, opened his hand to suck the jade token back, stood on the side of the ship, closed his eyes and waited.
Soon a huge Xianjia ferry slowly came from the canyon.
The person in charge opened his eyes slightly and saw a drunken old man sitting on the other side's ferry.
He looked a little surprised and leaned forward to salute the old man.
The old man opened his eyes and took a glance, silently nodded. The two ferries met in the air and passed by each other without any intersection.
One ship, two ships.
Three...five ships.
Seeing so many ferries, the drunken old man's face became serious. He jumped up and landed on the first ferry of Thousand Demons Sect.
He stood on the side of the boat, looked down, and saw that the ferry was full of mortals. His face darkened, and he shouted to the person in charge of the ferry: "Why did you Thousand Demon Sect bring so many mortals here? Could it be that you want to extract them?"
The soul refines the spiritual weapon?"
The person in charge was slightly taken aback, and hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Senior Zhu, you misunderstood. Our Thousand Demons Sect has reformed its appearance a long time ago, and all the disciples in the sect have stopped doing evil things!"
"Then why are you arresting so many mortals? Don't think I am easy to fool!"
The old man's face was red, and a dangerous aura gradually exuded from his body. He was actually a monk in the Four Realms.
The person in charge was about to explain when a burst of laughter came from the horizon: "Isn't this Zhu Pang from the Sanqing Sect? Why, do you want to fight with Le?"
The person who came was optimistic. He descended from the sky with a smile and slowly landed in front of the old man.
Zhu Pang's face was gloomy, and he did not take optimism seriously. Although Optimism was a Fourth Realm monk like him, he had been promoted to the Fourth Realm for many years, and the magical powers he mastered were far beyond what Optimism could compare to.
"I need an explanation!"
Optimistic put his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "Why do we, the Thousand Demon Sect, still need to report to your Sanqing Sect and Liuguang Sect when doing things?"
As soon as the words fell, the two people disappeared on the side of the ship in an instant, and in the next breath, huge air waves surged in the air.
The two fought.
Just one punch-to-fist blow almost overturned the ferry on both sides.
When the two were about to show off their magical powers, four sword lights came from the horizon, and a blue shadow slowly appeared in the sky.
"Zhao, the Four Swords of the Buddha!"
Zhu Pang screamed and hurriedly distanced himself from Optimism, only to hear the blue shadow say faintly: "Fellow Taoist, the realm of Thousand Demons Sect strictly prohibits monks fighting in the fourth realm and above."
The woman's voice was tepid and emotionless.
Zhu Pang cupped his hands and said: "This junior is not someone who is looking for trouble, but with so many mortals here, if Thousand Demons Sect doesn't give an explanation, I won't stop no matter what."
The woman in the shadow frowned, a little dissatisfied with the old man's words. If Chen Qiuyu hadn't placed a restraint on her, she would have killed the old man in front of her with a sword.
"Hey, let me give you an explanation." An optimistic smile raised his finger and pointed at the largest flying boat behind him and said with a smile: "My sect master is right there. Do you want to ask her to come out and give you an explanation?"
Zhu Pang frowned and weighed in his mind.
Some time ago, the news of Jiang Wanli's resurrection was widely spread among the Zhengdao sect. Although he had not seen it with his own eyes, he believed it 70% to 80%.
Jiang Wanli is not a reasonable person, and he will lose his life if he doesn't do it.
It’s better to go down the stairs!
Zhu Pang smiled hoarsely, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he had already lost his previous confidence.
"Junior will leave now."
He cupped his hands toward the ferry, and when he was about to leave, a jade slip fell on his hand, and a gentle voice sounded in his ears: "The explanations you want, fellow Taoist, are all in the jade slip. Are you satisfied?"
Zhu Pang's spiritual sense penetrated into the jade slip to find out what was going on. After reading the contents of the jade slip, he cupped his hands and said to everyone: "This is the junior Meng Lang. Zhu Pang would like to apologize to all my fellow Taoists."
"Fellow Taoist is also thinking about the safety of these secular people. A slight offense is not considered an offense. Now that the matter is clear, can we leave?"
Zhu Pang lowered his head and said respectfully: "Well done, senior!"
When all the Thousand Demon Sect's ferries crossed Guyun Mountain, Zhu Pang began to murmur in his heart.
Jiang Wanli, who had a personality like a vicious dog, actually talked to him so nicely and angrily. He thought he would be beaten twice at least.
If you don't get beaten, you will gain. Zhu Pang shook the jade slip on his hand and returned to the Liuguang Sect's ferry.
He turned his head and looked at the girls from the Glazed Light Sect behind him, whose eyes were full of little stars, and straightened his chest subconsciously.
"Practice hard, and one day you will be able to have the confidence to confront Jiang Wanli like me. Back then, I stopped Jiang Wanli in front of the mountain gate alone, and fought with her for three hundred rounds, and I still didn't look red and didn't breathe.
, if not..."
Zhu Pang lied without blushing. He sat on the ferry and boasted for a while, recounting Jiang Wanli's heroic deeds when he broke into Sanqing Gate and stopped Jiang Wanli at the gate alone.
The Thousand Demons Sect's ferry carefully passed through the canyon of Guyun Mountain, and landed at the gateway of the Thousand Demons Sect under the guidance of several Thousand Demons Sect disciples.
Wooden houses were built here early under the arrangement of Lin Yanli.
Although it is a bit crude, it is enough to provide shelter from wind and rain.
"Everyone, let's get off the boat."
In the solemn voice of the ferry steward, the villagers of the small fishing village stepped off the ferry.
What comes into view is an endless plain, with green wheat waves rising and falling with the wind, like waves.
"Will this be our new home from now on?"
"It's really spectacular. With so many fields, we can plant whatever we want in the future, and we will no longer be afraid of going hungry."
The villagers cheered and cheered, as if they had arrived in paradise.
The only shortcoming is that the housing is too simple, like a temporary wooden house.
"The current residence is a bit crude, but please hold on for the next few days. Our Thousand Demons Sect is a good sect that keeps its word. We will build a new house for you soon. Please feel free to stay here!"
When the villagers in the small fishing village heard what the monks from the Thousand Demons Sect said, their uneasy hearts completely calmed down.
"Then thank you for the hard work."
The villagers bowed to the monks of the Thousand Demons Sect one after another, and then moved their luggage into the wooden houses one after another.
Some of the low-level monks took the initiative to help and mingled with the villagers, talking and laughing.
"You don't have to be afraid of us. Our Thousand Demons Sect disciples are all very hardworking and kind."