Chapter 939, Fighting Field of Gods and Demons (2).
Looking at his boss walking away, Wuyun put on his golden helmet again, waved his hand gently, and the vast expanse of golden sand gathered together again, forming one golden mountain after another. With another wave of his hand, the countless golden mountains instantly came to life and transformed.
It turned into a shining golden statue towering into the clear sky.
It turns out that the statues here are all made of mountains of gold! No wonder the monsters can’t move them!
After turning the Jinshan God into a statue, Wuyun took his little pet and hid in the dense forest of golden statues.
At the foot of Yaofeng Mountain, three groups of heavenly soldiers have finished sweeping away the demons and are gathering in the fairy cloud, waiting for Commander Yun's next order!
Empress Jiutian Xuannv and the Bodhisattvas surrounded Qiuyue, standing at the foot of the Yaofeng Mountain where the gloomy wind was blowing. Looking at the towering Yaofeng Mountain on the opposite side, they couldn't help but sigh.
The fairy clouds are as white as snow, bounded by the Heavenly Sword-like peak of Yaofeng Mountain, and are piled densely and thickly on the side of Wuyun City.
The demonic clouds were as black as ashes, and the mass of blackness was bounded by the demonic sword-like peak of Yaofeng Mountain. Demonic beasts roared over the Western Douluo Fields, looking at the eagerly awaited sight in the snow-white fairy clouds.
All the immortals, Buddhas, great gods and little fairies and little fairies seemed to be waiting for the final decisive battle.
On the side of Xianyun, blue skylight fell like rain, and soon the thousands of miles of land bordering Yaofeng Mountain and Wuyun City were dyed azure, like a warm sea of blue light.
On the west side of Yaofeng Mountain, bright red blood was pouring from the black clouds in the east and west, and red meteorites were falling from time to time on the side of Yaofeng Mountain. From time to time, there would be the roar of huge rocks hitting the ground.
"Sure enough, it is a Demonic Wind Mountain! The demonic blood crystallizes before it enters the sea of mist, turning into stone and falling into the world of mortals! Amazing! Awesome! The master of Demonic Wind Mountain is probably not as capable as me, the Feng Queen!
, much more brilliant! It really opened my eyes.”
Fenghou stood behind the Holy Spirit, gave a thumbs up, and started to admire in uncontrollably.
Seeing the beep-bop-bop demon wind blowing straight from the top of the mountain to the sky, Qiuyue had to admire the thunder flashlight of the owner of the demon wind mountain.
No matter gods, Buddhas, immortals, demons or ghosts, I am not afraid that you will be extremely vicious, but I am afraid that you will only do one thing wholeheartedly!
"I understand why this Demonic Wind Mountain has been standing outside the Douluo Arena unchanged for tens of thousands of years. Without it, how can we send souls to the nine heavens? It seems that we have underestimated the true strength of the Douluo Arena.
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Qiuyue said softly.
"It's okay! The Lord of Yaofeng Mountain is dedicated to clearing the wind. He probably won't get too involved in the disputes and intrigues in this world! Just like the old immortal Wuyun, he is actually an old immortal who is in charge of heaven.
"
Empress Jiutian Xuannv also saw the signs and said with a smile.
On the peak of Yaofeng Mountain, which towers above the clouds, the blue fairy light leaks to the ground, and three large characters are engraved in hieroglyphs: "Western Gate" in a very flamboyant and conspicuous way.
"There is also a line of small words next to it: Jiutian Scholar Yunzhong Junzi! Uh-huh, Sister Yue, is this Mr.'s handwriting?"
The Holy Spirit whispered to Qiuyue.
"Hmph! With his relationship with the Lord Buddha, it's not surprising that he showed off his inscription here. I'm thinking, what is the relationship between him and Lord Buddha and the evil mountain master of Yaofeng Mountain? I've never heard him say that.
Got up."
Qiuyue said somewhat unhappily.
"Otherwise, my teacher, Sakyamuni Buddha, asked you to write the inscription! Then, this goblin must have some connection with my Buddhist sect! Namo Amitabha! Compared with the scrawled ghost painting fox in Wuyun City that killed our marshal
It’s much better, it’s much more formal after all!”
After returning to his hometown and heading west, Suanni didn't speak any more. It wasn't until he saw the strange inscription on Yaofeng Mountain that he started talking again.
"Only you know! It was clearly written by some monster, but you also believe it. The three characters "Xitianmen" are powerful and powerful, surrounded by fairy clouds. You can tell at a glance that it is the handwriting of Mr. Everyone, look carefully, there is not only
There are the imperial concubines in the eighth heaven who are drunk and the emperor is lying in bed, and there are also the goddesses who are attacking the small fairy palace in the cold moon of the nine heavens and scattering fairy clouds and raining flowers!"
I haven’t talked about poetry for a long time, and I can see the words as if they were face to face, so I started to blend them together.
"You know how to report good news but not bad news. Why didn't you say anything about the ruins of the child's mouth under Yunjian?"
The meaning of painting has always been clear to the true meaning of Mr.'s words, and he pointed out the key words in these three words without any politeness.
"Okay! The meaning of the painting is not written by you, so don't talk nonsense."
Shi Qing said somewhat unhappily.
"I know you and your husband wrote it behind my back, but the word "西" (西) made some people burst into tears. I'm afraid they cried a lot, right? Isn't it embarrassing?"
Huayi said quarrelsomely.
"you……!"
Shiqing obviously couldn't bear it anymore, and when she was about to fight with Huayi, a voice came from far away, stopping them from continuing to quarrel.
"Master Yue, wait! Wait...!"
An old official with a golden body and golden armor trotted over with two golden children.
"Hahahaha! It's our Nine Heavens Miser Master who's here! Disrespectful."
When the black dragon saw the God of Wealth, he couldn't help but smile and greet him.
"Venerable Black Dragon, dear gods and immortals, the old immortal is right!"
The God of Wealth clasped his fists and saluted everyone.
"Uncle, you are here in such a hurry. What orders do you have?"
Qiuyue, who was about to send troops to attack Yaofeng Mountain, saw the God of Wealth and quickly stopped giving orders, turning around and asking with a smile.
"Finally we caught up! We finally caught up! Otherwise, it would be a death sentence!"
The God of Wealth couldn't care less about the unscrupulous etiquette of the Immortal Class, and spoke to Qiuyue while sweating profusely.
Seeing him like this, Qiuyue was so amused that she couldn't help but laugh out loud.
In Jiutian, it stands to reason that this little God of Wealth is not a great god, but Qiuyue, who grew up in front of Lingxiao Hall, has been familiar with the three-star Lord of Fortune, Luxu and Shou who often walks in front and behind the hall since she was a child.
It's amazing, he is naturally different from other star officials.
"Master Yue, this goblin on Yaofeng Mountain is a little assistant sent to Lao Nu by the Emperor of Heaven and Mr. She has a very strong temper, but she has never made any mistakes since she became the envoy of Fangtianmen Qianyun Jinshan Transfer Station.
.Although there are demons who often cause mischief, they have never had any evil intentions. Every time, they deliver the gold energy and golden light to the sky on time and in the right amount. They are hardworking, steady and low-key. But there is one disadvantage, because of the location.
The last gate outside the Douluo Arena is often divided into good and bad. Once a god, immortal or Buddha enters her territory, they will fight if they disagree with each other, which is really a headache!"
The God of Wealth made some vague and incomprehensible remarks, which made the monk Qiuyue Zhang Er confused.
"Grandpa God of Wealth, do you want us to let her go? But until now, we haven't seen her show up! Aren't you worrying too much?"
Yanyu was so amused by the hurriedly roaring Grandpa, the God of Wealth, that she burst into laughter.
"Oh! That's good, that's good. I'm afraid that you accidentally start having sex with her. If you accidentally kill her, it will be difficult for the little old man! After all, there is no suitable person to temporarily come here.
The person who takes over the position of the head of the West Heaven Clan! Thank God, Blessings Immeasurable Heavenly Lord!"
After listening to Yanyu's words, the God of Wealth wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long sigh of relief.