Originally, I didn't think about the flying boat of my school, but I always felt that such a huge flying boat, with complete facilities inside, was very proud of it. However, compared with the exquisite and luxurious Crystal Palace, it suddenly looks extremely simple.
Mo Tianliao smiled and invited Master to enter, the big tiger was stunned for a moment, and quickly followed.
Xuanji also wanted to follow, but was stopped by Mo Tianliao: "Uncle, there are still a bunch of disciples on the flying boat. Someone has to take care of them, right?"
Looking back at the other disciples on the flying boat, Xuanji's expression became even more gloomy.
"Second Master Uncle, let's go." A rough voice came from behind, Xuanji turned his head, and saw Mo Xiong, who had a big shoulder and a round waist, waving at him.
Bai Luo couldn't go, so he gave the token to Mo Xiong. Mo Xiong likes to run around the most and readily agrees. However, Xuanji didn't want to go with Mo Xiong at all.
"Second Uncle, what is that Crystal Palace?"
"Second Master, is there a magic bee in the magic palace? I heard that magic honey is very delicious!"
"Second Master Uncle..."
Xuanji clenched the hemp rope in his hand, and looked at Mo Xiong's thick lips. He was stupid and liked to talk. He really wanted to tie up his big mouth.
Yun Yuan sat on the bow and looked at the Crystal Palace flying in front. With her eyesight, she could clearly see the situation inside. The big tiger was lying on his stomach in the hall on the first floor. Because the floor was transparent, he was a little scared and huddled on the carpet and didn't dare to move. Qingtong leaned on the soft couch, bare feet, and buried his feet in the fur of the tiger.
Mo Tianliao came over with tea boiled and said something in Qingtong's ear. Then, Qingtong raised his hand and waved.
Such a beautiful Crystal Palace, if you can go in and stay for one night, it is not a waste of life. Yun Yuan looked at Yun Song beside her: "Senior brother, can you tell Master Tianlang what the sect master asked you to mention?"
Yun Song glanced at Junior Sister: "Of course I mentioned it."
"What did he say?" Yun Yuan looked at her senior brother with a burning gaze. The sect master asked Yun Song to find a way this time, and then mentioned the matter of marrying Yun Yuan to Qingtong.
It’s just that Yun Yuan didn’t know, but the Sect Master of Qingyun Sect said that even if Qingtong couldn’t do it, Xuanji would do.
"He said that Qingtong already has a sweetheart," Yun Song took out the wine gourd around his waist and took a sip. "If you are in a hurry to marry someone, just marry him."
Yun Yuan immediately blushed when she heard the words, and slapped the railing on the deck with a slap: "Too deceiving!"
Tian Lang's bearded old man still wanted to marry her
"I told you earlier that every good thing in Wo Yunzong, you don't believe it." Yun Song added a fire at the right time. This junior sister maintains Qingtong everywhere, making it difficult for him to do it, so he turned her around now. At that time, if it is against the Demon Palace and Wo Yunzong, it will not hold him back.
On the other side, Floating Cloud Sect's boat.
Since Liu Bi was the only elder, few people came to talk to her. Only her own confidant disciple was by her side.
"Master, the sect master asked you to cross-examine what Master Qingtong did to hurt Master Ding, why didn't you ask?" The disciple was very worried. Ding Hu was in a coma, and the sect master couldn't save him. If he didn't wake up, Floating Cloud Sect would lose a master craftsman, which was a huge loss.
"Silly boy," Liu Bi covered the corners of her mouth with a veil, "How does Zongtian compare to Ding Hu?"
"Naturally, Venerable Calvin's craftsmanship is superior." The disciple said without hesitation.
In fact, no one has surpassed the ability of the calcined sky so far. Ding Hu can be regarded as a master craftsman. He was also known as a genius when he was young, but Jintian is not an ordinary craftsman at all. That day, Ma Xingkong's ideas and eclectic refining methods can always make incredible things. It can be said that that person is not only a master of refining, but a real master of refining, a saint of refining.
"I'm going to Calgary Heavenly Demon Palace this time, are you afraid that I won't be able to find a spiritual treasure?" Liu Bi's slightly sharp eyes turned into a crescent moon.
The disciple was stunned for a moment, and Mao Sai opened. They flattered Dinghu, not just hoping that one day he would be in a good mood and create a good spiritual tool for himself. If he could get one in the Forge Heaven Demon Palace, why bother going to Dinghu again.
For most monks, it is enough to have one spiritual tool in their lifetime.
Like Venerable Earth Slaughter who has three spiritual weapons at the same time, it is purely money.
Mo Tianliao stood on the top floor of the Crystal Palace, looking at the mountains and rivers below, he was about to arrive at the magic palace, and he suddenly felt a little homeless.
It was built by him, from a poor and white little refiner to the Supreme Demon, and that place has also changed from a simple refining room to a huge palace. For Mo Tianliao, that was the real home.
The hem of his clothes was gently pulled, and Mo Tianliao turned around to see Qingtong on the rocking chair with bare feet, hooking his clothes with his toes. The white and round toes were a touch of pink, and they swayed around his clothes like a fool.
Mo Tianliao smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and pinched the foot: "What's wrong?"
"Humph!" Qingtong retracted his feet and ignored him.
"Master called you twice." Meng Hu, who was squatting on the side eating meat, raised his head and said, then lowered his head and continued to eat.
Mo Tianliao pursed his lips and chuckled, walked over to sit beside him, and took a slender hand to play with: "I'm thinking, when we go home in a while, should we take a bath or sleep first."
"Eat cold spring fish." Qingtong took his hand away and said with his eyes wide open.
"Lengquan fish, I don't know if it's still alive." Mo Tianliao sighed. Cold spring fish is extremely difficult to feed, and good ice spring water must not be dirty.
The icy spring in the magic palace has been left unattended for so many years, and those delicate little fish are afraid of bad luck.
"Going home?" Meng Hu moved his ears, "Master, where are you going home?"
Qingtong glanced at the stupid apprentice and ignored him.
"It's Shizun and my home. This time, I'll take my senior brother to see it." Mo Tianliao raised his hand and rubbed Meng Hu's head.
"How many times have I said, don't touch my head!"
All the way to the Calgary Devil Palace, the people from the ten major devil gates have already gathered in front of the gate.
The Heavenly Demon Palace stands in the middle of a large area of connected mountains. Most of the springs in the mountains are hot springs because of the scorching fires buried in the mountains. Now it is the middle of winter.
Looking down in the air, you can see the damaged mountains and collapsed houses, which have long since dried up to black bloodstains. Back then, someone closed the mountain guarding formation inside, but they didn't know that there were countless small formations under the big formation, and the mountain guarding formation of the calcined sky was too complicated and huge. Even if one corner collapsed, countless cultivators were still killed in other places.
The blood flowed into a river, dyeing a mountain red.
The disciples of the three major sects stood in the air and looked at the situation below, and couldn't help but shudder.
In the past three hundred years, in order to prevent too many casualties, the three major sects and the ten major demon sects have joined forces to create a barrier. This time, I came here because Ding Ziyu of Floating Cloud Sect said that he had cracked the mountain protection formation and drawn a map of the magic palace, so he was ready to come and explore. However, Ding Ziyu was already dead, and if there was a problem with the map he gave, everyone would not be able to deal with it.
However, the road of self-cultivation, going against the sky, and those who can refine the golden elixir, will not be too weak in their xinxing, and no one has the intention of retreating because of this danger.
The flying boat landed, and the people from the Demon Gate had already arrived.
Because the enchantment was jointly created, it must be opened by the elders of all the sects together, which is also to prevent one of the sects from sneaking over to hunt for treasures.
The people in the Demon Sect wore darker clothes, which were a lot more casual than those in the right way. The righteous man combs his hair in a bun, and the woman wears a hairpin ring, which is neat and tidy. The demons don't wear uniforms, some of them have disheveled hair and bare feet.
Mo Tianliao put on a cloak, covered his eyebrows and eyes, and followed the master.
The way of the devil has always been controlled by several devils, and these devils are attached to the devils, and each has its own power. Most of those present today will also pay tribute to him, and there are not a few who know him, so naturally they cannot show up easily. Looking around, I didn't see a confidant of Demon Venerable, so I couldn't help but hooked my lips.
Rabbits die and foxes are sad, and things hurt their species. Several Demon Venerables have a tacit understanding of the old nest that does not move the sky, but it is only a shot to divide up his power, which can be regarded as the best of benevolence and righteousness. Of course, it is also possible that those guys knew the person of Zongtian, and felt that the things in his magic palace must be very pitiful, and they would not be used, so they simply did not waste their strength.