The little penguin looked at the disappearing crow's feet in the eastern sky, feeling a sense of sadness and sadness in his heart from time to time.
Why did the ancestor keep the Imitation Immortal Art in his own hands? Is it really just because he likes it...?
The little penguin felt lost and couldn't help but become thoughtful.
"Don't be stupid, come here quickly. Grandma, this is just a thought for yourself! Do you think this thing is of any use? This is a fake Imitation Immortal Technique, and the real Imitation Immortal Technique is
The evil spirit has long been included in the Dragon Balls by my little brother! Come back quickly and stop being sensational, the big devil is still waiting for us to save her!"
The dragon girl called the little penguin angrily and shouted.
The ghost ancestor was captured, the demons retreated, and the world became clear.
Qiuyue and the Holy Spirit of Bodhisattva led the supreme gods and Buddhas of all heavens and realms, and marched towards the demonic world in the west.
Behind the ghost ancestor, there is another behind-the-scenes instigator.
Each of Qiuyue and the others have a clear mind and do not dare to be careless.
In the Oriental Glazed Light World outside the Wonderland of Sea and Sky, a fairy mountain on the sea came through the clouds and mist. On the mountain, a young man with a feather fan and a turban was enjoying the beautiful scenery along the way without any distractions.
He had no idea that a group of evil ghosts were lurking in the mist below his fairy mountain.
These evil ghost cards held their breath and had no intention of moving the dragon bones at all.
Dragon Bone had little experience, and even though he could feel a slight cold breath coming from the bottom of the mountain, it was a pity that he believed that there were no demons and ghosts in Dragon Mountain, so he didn't take it seriously and just flew over the mountain.
"They are indeed here! Ancestor."
Long Mu followed Long Shan from a distance and had already seen those evil spirits clearly.
"You just follow Keel, just in case. Let Old Turtle take care of them. Hahahaha, they are the ones waiting."
The ancestor smiled, passed on the wonderful sound of Hai Tian, and whispered to Long Mu.
"I got it, ancestor. Old ghost, be careful and don't let these evil ghosts touch your ancestor. I'll go first and protect you in secret!"
At the foot of the dragon tree, tigers and tigers sprang into the wind, and as early as an arrow from the Xuan Dynasty, it quickly chased after Dalong Mountain.
Yes, once these people find out that they have been cheated, they will naturally risk their lives to pursue Dragon Bone Dragon Mountain!
Longmu didn't dare to be careless and chased Longshan until he was one meter away. Then he slowed down and slowly followed Longgu Longshan's pace, all the way towards the sea and the sky.
"What a shame! Do you still want him to give you advice on something you understand?"
"Ancestor, you have to stand firm. I have to reduce the dimension and strike, and crush these evil ghosts who don't know the heights of the sky."
The old turtle said with a smile.
"Don't worry! I'm fine."
The ancestor laughed.
The old turtle got the promise and stretched out the turtle's back. There was no longer any barrier on the mist-shrouded coastline.
When the ghosts saw that the sky suddenly turned dark and the clouds dispersed, they couldn't help but feel proud.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
"Brothers, if you don't go up and retrieve the corpse of Ghost Ancestor now, how long will it take?"
Some of the evil spirits roared loudly and shouted in high spirits, shouting at the top of their lungs.
"A bunch of fools, I'm afraid you won't come!"
The old turtle smiled coldly and dived down quickly before they could get up.
Divine turtles are using magical powers, the armored steel city is suppressing ghosts, and the sound of cracking bones can be heard everywhere.
The group of ghosts did not know the power of the Bronze Mountain of the Gods, Ghosts and Bagua in the Wonderland of Haitian Wonderful Sound. As soon as they thought of snatching the ghost ancestor's corpse, they were all trampled and crushed by the ancestor's iron armor of the ghost-suppressing and demon-suppressing tortoise. All their souls were scattered and no bones were left.
Woolen cloth!
No soul escaped, no ghost screamed, everything was so peaceful.
The old turtle collects evil spirits, just like the mountain behind the village suddenly collapsed in the middle of the night, and most of the people in the village who were buried at the foot of the mountain are still sleeping!
"The ancestors have all been wiped out!"
The old turtle gently shook his mountain-like snake head, slowly shrunk his huge bronze Bagua body, and reported to the ancestor on his back.
"Then let's go! When we arrive at Lengshuitan, you and Long Mu will bury the ghost ancestor's corpse at Lengshuitan under the Magic Sound Mountain on our east coast! You can set up a Shuiyun Wu for it.
Let’s write the magic monument. Let those who have cultivated immortality and attained Taoism in the past on the coastline take a closer look. This is the fate of the arrogant. In this way, it will not only scare the evil spirits and monsters, but also provide a better environment for future generations.
They leave a warning to bad learners.”
The ancestor smiled and spoke to the old turtle in an understatement.
"Okay, ancestor!"
Old Turtle agreed, and inevitably accelerated his pace back to the Wonderland of Haitian Miaoyin.
When I saw Magic Sound Mountain from a distance, Dragon Wood and Dragon Bone were already waiting there.
The two of them dragged the ghost ancestor's corpse from the old turtle's back, and together with the old turtle, buried the ghost ancestor's corpse in the cold water beach, and set up a wordless water cloud monument. The old turtle then carried the ancestor, the four masters and servants on his back.
Then the man flew through the clouds and mist toward the place where the sun rose.
After a while, it completely disappeared in the sky above the sea of clouds and mist.
Deep in the vast expanse of quicksand desert outside Xitian Ling Mountain, the supreme gods and Buddhas from all over the world were trudging hard, aiming only for the devil's lair - the Demon Clan Cave.
The Holy Spirit led Yu Yan and Mu Yun and a group of little fairies to walk behind Qiuyue and the Bodhisattvas. From time to time, she would turn back and urge the playful Black Dragon to bring all the little fairies to quickly keep up with Qiu Yue and the Bodhisattvas...
At this moment, thousands of miles away at the junction of the sky and the earth, a yellow sand bee emerged from its chrysalis, and with a destructive attitude, it quickly swept toward everyone.
"The yellow sand is towering into the sky, and the Xiongguan Road is as solid as iron. If there is a tornado, I don't know how many gods can survive the roar! No wonder all the gunners of the God-Destroying Cannon have escaped! It turns out they are afraid of this.
The sky is full of yellow sand and I missed my return date! Hahahaha."
The black dragon saw it so clearly that he no longer bothered to answer the Holy Spirit. He followed the old way, shook his head and started reciting poems.
"What kind of bullshit tornado is that? Those little guys who are pushing the God-Destroying Cannon are not running away, okay? They are ambushing our ancestors and the others to snatch the Imitation Immortal Art of their boss, the Ghost Ancestor! I don't know how to fight.
Just stop talking nonsense, okay! Hurry up and take the children to follow you, don’t pretend to be polite, or you will laugh off the demonic front teeth of others."
The Holy Spirit urged the black dragon again with some displeasure, saying.
"Uncle Holy Spirit, there really is a tornado. It is still more than a thousand miles away from us. Uncle Black Dragon is not lying!"
Muyunmon's senses have always been very sensitive to unpredictable winds and clouds. She also saw the tornado in the western sky and whispered to Uncle Holy Spirit.
The yellow sandstorm, like a roaring tsunami, crashed into the rear area to the west of Xitianling Mountain, leaving no one alive wherever it passed.