Huang Quan came back to the world, and the orthodoxy of the evil way took advantage of the situation and went to the East China Sea.
The situation in the East China Sea has always been unclear. Previously, Zhu Wuxia, the Demonic Dao, was in charge of Yingzhou Region in the southeast, Qingxuzi of Xiandao bloodbathed the Fangzhang Region in the northeast, and the Penglai Region, which was close to the central turbulence, was difficult to break through due to the terrain. After Beihai sealed the immortals, the immortal lineages entered the breakthrough stage of retreat one after another, and the realm of no delusion and demons was directly closed for a hundred years, which gave other orthodoxy a chance to intervene in the Penglai domain.
The Dao of Humanity and the Dao of Ghosts immediately sent a large army to invade the Penglai Domain. The casual cultivators of the Penglai Region surrendered almost without any resistance. However, the more violent central turbulence in recent years still brought a lot of troubles to the Dao of Humanity and the Dao of Ghosts. trouble.
At this moment, on the Penglai Immortal Mountain, the human army is densely packed, and an altar on the top of the mountain exudes pure light. A gloomy ghost city in the sky enveloped the island, and there were countless ghost troops in the city. They had no form, and they were directly stacked together in a distorted shape, which looked particularly terrifying from the bottom. With such two kinds of light, one white and one gray, intertwined together, the entire Penglai Fairy Mountain no longer looks like it used to.
On the top of the mountain, there is a person and a ghost standing in the wind.
The man was about twenty-seven or eighty-eight years old, with ordinary appearance and wearing the most common sacrificial attire, but his demeanor and demeanor were all outstanding. He is very tall, standing majestically in the wind, as tall and straight as a pine and a bamboo. Moreover, his eyebrows are extremely upright, and when he looks at the turbulent current, he has a kind of high-spirited and energetic spirit, as if everything in this world is under his control.
The ghost looks similar to a human in appearance, but there is no shadow on the ground, and the sea breeze and light seem to penetrate his body and fall behind. He was dressed more casually than the person next to him. He was dressed in a blue Confucian gown, dressed as a literati, with a jade flute hanging from his waist, and there seemed to be some bloodshot between the white jade. This ghost cultivator didn't have the gloomy smell of ghost cultivator in his brows, but he was more enthusiastic and cheerful than the people next to him.
Guixiu took off the flute from his waist and began to play. He saw the person beside him looking at the sea, so he said: "Master Zhong, the rapids on the sea have entered a retrograde period. Is the garrison of the humanitarian army going to change?"
He also spoke very casually. Although it was a question, it was basically a statement tone.
Zhong Sui didn't look at him, and kept his eyes on the sea. He said solemnly: "The human army changes with the altar. It takes a little time to transfer the altar. Why don't you take the first step, Fellow Daoist Ji?"
"Master Zhong said that..." Ji Zhaorong wiped the disciples with his cuff, and said with a smile, "It doesn't take time for our feelings to transfer from the ghost city?"
Zhong Sui looked up at the gloomy ghost city on the top, and said calmly: "You Daoist Ji, who masters profound knowledge in Taoism, is beyond the reach of Zhong. It would be great if someone who is able can work harder."
Ji Zhaorong laughed loudly when he heard this, and the sea breeze stopped beside him: "Hahaha, Mr. Zhong is the leader of this trip, so he should follow his orders."
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for your forgiveness." Zhong Sui said calmly, his expression still unimpressed, "I'll come later."
Ji Zhaorong didn't say much anymore, just cupped his hands slightly, then turned around and left the mountain. The ghost city stayed right above his head, and as he moved, the ghost city also slowly left the Penglai domain. This is completely different from what he said before that the transfer of the ghost city also takes time, but Zhong Sui pretended to be deaf and dumb and didn't mention it at all.
After stepping out of the perception range of the altar of humanity, Ji Zhaorong took a few steps into the ghost town, holding the white jade flute and furiously: "This guy Zhong Sui..."
A chuckle came from the flute, and Song Liyou's slightly mocking voice quickly reached Ji Zhaorong's ears: "What? Can't you play against the head of the Lutian Temple?"
"Bah! You bastard is going to throw rocks into the well!" 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 things are only shared between the two of them, so it's not easy to reveal them on the surface. From the eyes of other people in the ghost city, there is nothing wrong with Ji Zhaorong just walking in from the gate of the city while holding his flute in a gentle manner.
Song Liyou smiled even more proudly.
"This fellow is like a rock, no matter how soft and hard it is, it's useless, how could a saint of humanity bring out such an apprentice!" Ji Zhaorong looked disgusted, and he continued these days like a cannonball Talk about the unpleasantness of getting along, "When you are stationed, you have to sacrifice the heaven and the earth, set up the altar, and sing a prayer for a while. I thought that when he finished the sacrifice of the heaven and the earth, the pot of soup in Penglaiyu would have no minced meat. Listen, I dawdled and danced another fucking dance! Do you imagine an eight-foot 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 heard such a string of words coming from his fan, he almost laughed and cried. He was about to comfort his hapless senior brother with a few words, but a harsh flute sound blocked all his comforting words.
Song Liyou closed Naihe with a "slap", covered his ears and yelled in pain, "Stop blowing it up, you're blowing up such a ghostly trick on a good holy artifact."
Over there, Ji Zhaorong was getting angry, and said cursingly: "Not only do you have to toss about being stationed, but also recruiting casual cultivators, capturing the mountain gate, and moving the station, the old man has to go through all this. Let's see it!"
Song Liyou leaned back and laughed for a long time, fanning his hands together, another large cloud of ghost cultivators was wiped out. Others only saw him laughing while killing, thinking that this young city lord is really a lunatic.
"I'll watch it hahahaha..." Song Li couldn't stop laughing, "Remember to dance for me next time... Oh, Master said just now that he wants to watch it too."
Ji Zhaorong's face turned blue: "Why did you tell Master! Song Liyou, look, I can't beat you to death when I come back!"
"I'm using Naihe to fend off the enemy, who told you to chat with me right now!" Song Liyou pretended to be nonchalant.
In the next moment, Ji Zhaorong's whistle almost scared him to his knees, and he hurriedly said: "Brother, don't make noise, I'm here to do business!"
The sound of the flute was long and long, and there was no intention of stopping at all.
"Brother, please do me a favor!" Song Liyou resolutely confessed, "I won't dare again!"
But at this time, the sound of the flute became more and more intense, with no intention of stopping at all.
It was only now that Song Liyou realized that something was wrong. Usually, the two were joking around, but as long as he lowered his head, Ji Zhaorong would never entangle him. Now that he has been playing the flute all the time, he must not be annoyed about Song Liyou, it should be to fend off the enemy. Hearing the intensity of the flute sound, I am afraid that he is not an ordinary opponent.
Song Liyou hurriedly asked: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"
There was a chaotic flute sound over there, and it took a while to hear Ji Zhaorong's angry answer: "Damn it, the devil is attacking!"
Then the sound of flute and voice stopped abruptly, Song Liyou was terrified, and immediately slapped Naihe with his backhand, the peach blossom quickly withered and turned into black mist: "Master!"
A hoarse and old voice came from the fan: "The Holy Lord is personally conquering, withdraw the troops."
Song Liyou knew it was not good when he heard the word "Holy Master", the Holy Master of the Demonic Way was nothing more than Huang Quan. He was still thinking about why Yun Qing turned around and called over when he had promised to help Guidao take down Penglaiyu, but the voice of the ghostly sage over there had gradually weakened: "Quickly exchange Naihe with Baiji. Since Wuwang If the Demon Realm dared to ask the Holy Master to take action in person, then don’t blame the old man for directly intervening in the battle!"
Song Liyou immediately left the current battlefield, and the formula in his hand changed. He was casting a spell to exchange the Naihe fan in his hand for Baiji. After all the deliberations, these three sacred artifacts have the same origin, and the users are connected by ghost saints, so it is very easy to exchange the sacred artifacts only if both parties agree. Now that Ji Zhaorong is in danger, he must understand what Song Liyou meant by exchanging holy artifacts with him, so he is not worried about failure.
The moment the formula ended, the Naihe in Song Liyou's hand turned into a hundred tricks, and the voice of the ghostly saint disappeared.
Over the Penglai domain, a mighty demon army appeared out of thin air, directly surrounding Penglai Xianshan. At this time, the ghost city was not far away, and the encirclement was relatively large, so it was also besieged for a while.
These demonic troops were orderly and murderous. After the Great Cleansing of the South China Sea, almost all the demonic disciples had actually fought on the battlefield. The demonic aura on their bodies turned into black dragons, circling among the clouds.
The eyes of the black dragon transformed by the evil spirit were red, and a young woman was sitting on top of her head. She was clothed with black mist, her long hair was flying in all directions, and there was an elegant ancient look in her appearance. She has jade-like skin and elegant demeanor, but the smile on her face is slightly sinister. This young woman is the remnant soul of Huang Quan. She supported the dragon's horn with one hand, looked at the human and ghost garrisons below, and gave an order to the demon generals: "Leave the two leaders alive, and kill the rest."
Huang Quan needs a lot of flesh and strength to reshape her physical body, and the army in front of her can just become her food.
Ji Zhaorong looked at this completely unfamiliar "Yellow Spring", felt the almost irresistible great power in her, and was thinking that this time he was really going to die with that Zhong Sui. At this time, his hand was hot, but the Naihe fan unfolded by itself, and a giant hand came out directly through the fan, piercing through the air and attacking Huangquan. This hand is dry and old, like a branch, but Ji Zhaorong almost cried out of joy when he saw it, isn't it his master's hand!
Huang Quan's eyes were so red that they were about to bleed, her red pupils stared indifferently at the giant palm flying towards her, and the eyes of the black dragon under the seat suddenly glowed with intense red light. This macroscopic red light carried a destructive aura, and even the space collapsed inch by inch wherever it passed, and black cracks spread in the sky. That giant hand is between existence and nothingness, it can hurt everything it passes through, but it is not hurt by external force. It usually passes through the black crack and the dazzling red light, and comes straight to the underworld.
Huang Quan laughed contemptuously: "Although this is just an insignificant remnant soul, Huang Quan's real body is more than enough to deal with your incarnation..."
As she said that, she stopped using her supernatural powers to deal with it, and directly raised her hand to take down the giant palm.
The black dragon she was sitting on wailed, and the dragon's 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 hand was pressed against the withered and huge hand, showing no sign of weakness at all.
"Forget it, 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 directly rushed the giant hand down.
The giant hand quickly returned to the Naihe fan in Ji Zhaorong's hand, grabbed Ji Zhaorong with a hand as withered as a chicken's paw, and then pulled it into the fan, and he disappeared in place with the fan in one fell swoop.
Huang Quan seemed a little annoyed, she quickly ordered: "Hurry up, kill the rest!"
The rest of humanity is soft persimmons, even the saints above them can't take care of themselves, and these people below can pinch them as they like.