Underworld returns to the world, and the orthodox demonic path takes advantage of the situation to conquer the East China Sea. 『Elegant*Wen*Words*Emotion*First*Posted』
The situation in the East China Sea has always been unclear. Previously, the demonic path Zhu Wuxia was stationed in the southeastern Yingzhou region, and the immortal path Qingxuzi bloodbathed the northeastern region. However, the Penglai region near the central turbulence found it difficult to make a breakthrough due to the terrain. After Beihai was granted the title of Immortal, the direct descendants of the Immortal Path entered the stage of seclusion and breakthrough one after another, and the Wuhuang Demon Realm was directly closed for hundreds of years, which gave other Dao Lineages the opportunity to intervene in the Penglai Territory.
Humanity and ghosts immediately sent large armies to invade the Penglai region. The casual cultivators in the Penglai region submitted with almost no resistance. However, the central turbulence that has become more and more violent in recent years still brought a lot of harm to humanity and ghosts. trouble.
At this moment, on Penglai Immortal Mountain, the humane army is densely packed, and an altar on the top of the mountain emits pure light. A gloomy ghost city in the sky shrouds the island, and there are countless ghost armies in the city. They have no form and are stacked directly on top of each other to form a twisted shape. It looks particularly scary from the bottom. With such two kinds of light, one white and one gray, intertwined, the entire Penglai Immortal Mountain no longer looks like it used to.
There is a man and a ghost standing on the top of the mountain facing the wind.
The man was about twenty-seven or eighty-years-old. He had an ordinary appearance and wore the most ordinary sacrificial clothes, but his demeanor and demeanor were all outstanding. He is very tall, standing majestically in the wind, as tall and straight as a green pine and strong bamboo. Moreover, his brows were extremely upright, and when he looked at the great turmoil from a distance, he felt a high-spirited and energetic spirit, as if everything in the world was under his control.
The ghost looked similar to a human, but there was no shadow on the ground. The sea breeze and light seemed to penetrate his body and fall behind him. He was dressed more casually than the man next to him. He was wearing a blue Confucian robe, dressed like a scholar, with a jade flute hanging around his waist. There seemed to be some bloodshot threads between the white jade. There was no trace of the ghost cultivator's gloomy look on the brows of this ghost cultivator. Instead, he was more enthusiastic and cheerful than the people next to him.
The ghost cultivator took off the flute from his waist and started playing with it. He saw the man next to him was looking at the sea, so he said: "Master Zhong, the rapids on the sea have entered the retrograde period. Is the stationing of the humane army going to change?"
He also spoke very casually. Although it was a question, it was basically a statement.
Zhong Sui didn't look at him, his eyes remained on the sea. He said calmly: "The humanitarian army changes with the altar. It will take some time to move the altar. Why don't you, Daoist Fellow Ji, take the first step."
"What Master Zhong said..." Ji Zhaorong wiped the disciple with his sleeves and said with a smile, "Don't we need time to transfer our feelings to the ghost town?"
Zhong Sui raised his head and glanced at the gloomy ghost city on the top, and said calmly: "Ji Daoyou's mastery of Taoism and mysteries is beyond Zhong's reach. It would be great if a capable person can work more. en8."
Ji Zhaorong laughed loudly after hearing this, and the sea breeze stopped beside him: "Hahaha, Mr. Zhong is the commander of this trip, Zhaorong should obey his orders."
"Thank you for your understanding, fellow Taoist." Zhong Sui said calmly, his expression still calm, "I'll be here soon."
Ji Zhaorong said no more, just slightly cupped his hands, then turned around and left the mountain top. The ghost city stayed directly above his head. As he moved, the ghost city slowly left Penglai Domain. This was completely different from what he said before that moving to a ghost town would take time, but Zhong Sui pretended to be deaf and didn't mention it at all.
After walking out of the sensing range of the altar of humanity, Ji Zhaorong stepped into the ghost town a few steps ago. He held the white jade flute and said angrily: "This guy Zhong Sui..."
A chuckle came from the flute, and Song Liyou's slightly mocking voice soon reached Ji Zhaorong's ears: "What? Can't you beat the direct descendant of the Temple of Heaven?"
"Bah! You little bitch will add insult to injury!" Ji Zhaorong raised his hand and wanted to throw the flute, but he quickly endured it. He has a good relationship with Song Liyou, and some of the things they say are just between the two of them, so naturally they don't want to reveal much on the surface. In the eyes of other people in the ghost town, there was nothing wrong with Ji Zhaorong just walking in from the city gate with a flute in his hand.
Song Liyou smiled even more proudly.
"This guy is like a stone. No matter how hard he rubs or rubs it, it won't work. How could a saint of humanity bring out such a disciple?" Ji Zhaorong looked disgusted, and he continued to make these days better. When he was stationed, he had to sacrifice heaven and earth, set up an altar, and sing some prayers. I said in my heart that after he finished offering sacrifices to heaven and earth, even the pot of soup in Penglai Region would be gone, and he wouldn’t Listen, he danced again for a while! Do you imagine an eight-foot-old man dancing with a group of little girls in that kind of sacrificial dance?"
Song Liyou was killing ghosts and admiring flowers in Fengdu City when he almost cried with laughter when he heard such a string of words coming from his fan. He was about to say a few words of comfort to his unfortunate senior brother, but a harsh flute sound blocked all his words of comfort.
Song Liyou closed Naihe's door with a "snap", covered his ears and cried out in pain: "Stop blowing, you blew the good holy weapon Baiji into this horrible state."
Over there, Ji Zhaorong was getting angry and cursed: "Not only does the garrison have to go through a lot of trouble, but it also involves recruiting loose cultivators, capturing the mountain gate, and moving the garrison. He has to go through all the troubles in everything he does. I've done all that shit in the past two days." Let’s take a look!”
Song Liyou laughed forward and backward for a long time, and when he opened the fan in his hand, another large piece of ghost cultivator was wiped out in ashes. Others could only see him laughing while killing, thinking that this young city lord was really a lunatic.
"Hahahaha after watching it for a while..." Song Liyou couldn't stop laughing, "Next time, remember to show me... Oh, Master just said that he also wants to see it."
Ji Zhaorong's face turned green: "Why did you tell Master! Song Liyou, look at me, I can't beat you to death when I come back!"
"I'm trying to defend myself against the enemy. Who asked you to chat with me right now!" Song Liyou pretended to be nonchalant.
The next moment, Ji Zhaorong's urging whistle almost scared him to his knees. He quickly sent a message: "Senior brother, stop making noise, I'm doing business here!"
The sound of the flute is long and long, with no intention of stopping at all.
"Senior brother, please do it!" Song Liyou gave in decisively, "I don't dare to do it anymore!"
But at this time, the flute sound became more and more urgent and intense, with no intention of stopping at all.
It was only now that Song Liyou realized something was wrong. Normally, the two of them would joke around, but Ji Zhaorong would never get into trouble as long as he lowered his head. He was definitely not playing the flute to annoy Song Liyou now. He was probably fending off the enemy. Judging from the intensity of the flute sound, he was probably not an ordinary opponent.
Song Li worried and asked hurriedly: "Senior brother, what happened to you over there?"
There was a chaotic flute sound coming over there, and it took me a while to hear Ji Zhaorong's angry reply: "Damn, the devil sneak attack!"
Then the sound of the flute and the voices stopped suddenly. Song Li was horrified and immediately slapped Nai He with his backhand. The peach blossoms quickly withered and turned into black mist: "Master!"
A hoarse old voice came from the fan: "The Holy Lord is personally marching, withdraw the troops."
When Song Liyou heard the word "Holy Lord", he knew something was wrong. The Holy Lord of the Demonic Path was nothing more than the underworld. He was still thinking about how Yun Qing, who had promised to help Kidou capture Penglai Territory, turned around and hit him. The voice of the Ghost Saint over there had gradually become smaller: "Quickly exchange Naihe with Baiji. Since there is no need to worry, If the Demon Realm dares to let the Holy Lord take action personally, then don’t blame me for directly intervening in the battle!"
Song Liyou immediately left the current battlefield, and the magic formula in his hand changed. He was casting a spell to exchange the Naihe Fan in his hand for Baiji. After countless attempts, it turns out that these three holy weapons are all from the same source. In addition, the users are connected by ghost saints, so it is very easy to exchange the holy weapons as long as both parties agree. Now that Ji Zhaorong is in danger, he must understand what Song Liyou means by exchanging sacred weapons with him, so he is not worried about failure.
The moment the spell ended, Song Liyou's hand turned into a hundred tricks, and the voice of the ghost saint had disappeared.
Over the Penglai Domain, a mighty demonic army appeared out of thin air and directly surrounded the Penglai Fairy Mountain. At this time, the ghost town was not far away, and the encirclement was relatively large, so it was also surrounded for a while.
These demonic armies are well-organized and murderous. After experiencing the Great Cleansing of the South China Sea, almost all demonic disciples have actually fought on the battlefield. The demonic aura in them has turned into black dragons, winding and circling among the clouds.
The black dragon transformed by the evil spirit had red eyes, and sitting on top of its head was a young woman. She wore clothes woven from black mist, her long hair was flying in all directions, and her appearance had an elegant ancient feel. She has jade-like skin and elegant manners, but the smile on her face is slightly evil. This young woman was the remnant soul of Huangquan. She held the dragon's horn with one hand, looked at the human and ghost garrisons below, and ordered the demon generals: "Keep the two leaders alive, and kill the rest."
Huang Quan needs a lot of flesh and blood to rebuild her body, and the troops in front of her can become her food.
Ji Zhaorong looked at this completely unfamiliar "underworld" and felt the almost unmatchable power in her body. He was thinking that he would really die with Zhong Sui this time. At this time, his hand felt hot, and the fan unfolded on its own, and a giant hand penetrated directly through the fan and struck towards Huangquan through the air. This hand was dry and old, just like a branch, but Ji Zhaorong almost cried with joy when he saw it. Isn't this the hand of his master!
Huang Quan's eyes were so red that they were bleeding. Her red pupils stared indifferently at the giant palm flying towards her. The eyes of the black dragon under her seat also suddenly glowed with intense red light. This macroscopic red light carried a destructive aura, and even the space it passed collapsed inch by inch, and traces of black cracks spread in the sky. That giant hand is between existence and nothingness. It can hurt everything in its path, but it is not hurt by external forces. It passes through black cracks and dazzling red light very normally, heading towards hell.
Huang Quan smiled scornfully: "Although this is just an insignificant remnant soul, Huang Quan's true body is still more than enough to deal with one of your incarnations..."
After saying that, she stopped using her magical powers to deal with it, and directly raised her hand to take down the giant palm.
The black dragon she sat down on screamed, and its body instantly collapsed, turning into a huge skeleton floating in the air. Huang Quan stood up directly from the dragon's back, his slender white hands balanced against the withered and huge hand, showing no weakness at all.
"That's all, I don't have time to waste time with you. If you want to take that person away, hurry up." Huang Quan frowned, blood surged out of his hand, and he directly rushed the giant hand down.
The giant hand quickly returned to the Naihe fan in Ji Zhaorong's hand. The hand that was as withered as a chicken's claw grabbed Ji Zhaorong, and then pulled it into the fan, and he disappeared with the fan in place.
Huang Quan seemed a little annoyed, and she quickly ordered: "Hurry up, kill the rest!"
The remaining human beings are just weak persimmons. Even the saints above them have no time to take care of themselves. The people below can pinch them as much as they like.