Chapter 88 The heroes converge, something strange

The two shuttled on the island and watched the situation. Suddenly, they heard someone calling their names softly. They turned around and saw Zhou Baoer, the young master of the Xinghe Hall.

Zhou Baoer smiled and said, "I thought I saw the wrong person. It turned out that it was Brother Fang Dao and Sister Han. How could you two be interested in coming here to join the fun?"

Fang Daoming smiled awkwardly: "Last time I said goodbye, I met Han Xianzi again in the Pengmo Islands. I heard about the alliance event of the three major demons, so I came together to join in the fun and learn more."

Zhou Baoer saw that Han Qinghui had not been seen for many years. He was already a yuan god, with restrained magic power and was still above himself. She was shocked. Although it was strange that the relationship between the two was still resentful, he could walk together this time, but he did not ask much. He just invited enthusiastically: "My Xinghe Hall are over there. If you don't mind, you might as well pass Let's have a rest together. The alliance meeting won't start until tomorrow.

Fang Han and the two responded happily and followed Zhou Baoer to the Xinghe Temple Camp. In addition to Zhou Baoer, there are three other people on the other side. One of them is actually Zhou Xinghe's master who teaches Fang Daoming the experience of picking stars. One of the other two is a man who is slightly older than picking stars, and the other is a young girl who is about 28 years old.

Fang Daoming's heart suddenly tightened. It was strange that he picked stars and immortals. How could he come here to join in such a bustle? Could it be something important?

Picking Xingzi saw that it was Fang Daoming and was quite enthusiastic. He took hands and introduced, "It turned out to be Xiaoyou. This is the younger brother Yi Xingzi mentioned last time. This is Fang Daoming, the patriarch of Daoming, whom I often mentioned."

"The younger brother mentioned last time, the younger brother who entered the realm of immortals a year ago, the two immortals came to join in the fun, and something big must happen!" Fang Daoming was shocked: "No wonder so many monks gathered here, and the three demons also chose here. It turned out that there was another intention."

Fang Daoming sent a voice to Han Qinghui to explain the situation, requiring him to cheer up and deal with the greetings.

Zhou Baoer introduced the slightly shy young girl in 1928, who turned out to be Zhou Beier's cousin Zhou Beier.

Zhou Beier and Han Qinghui are both mons and Taoist women. They have seen each other and chatted privately. Fang Daoming carefully inquired about the news: "The elder is noble and condescends to this place to join in the excitement."

How can you hear Fang Daoming's voice? He smiled and said, "In those years, Lao Dao and my brother were oneminded to practice Taoism. The door did not go out, and the two doors did not move. There were very few people who knew us in the world, so they were not worried about being recognized."

Fang Daoming saw that the other party's teeth were tight and couldn't say half a word. He knew that the other party must have some plans, so he didn't ask more questions and made plans when he met Sun Wuxing tomorrow.

For a moment, when the stars are towering, the moon is high, and the noisy islands in the daytime are finally calm. The monks of all ethnic groups either meditate or rest. In the middle of the moon, when the son passed, it was even more silent. Except for the sound of the tide beating on the shore, no other sound could be heard.

The moon is born on the sea, and the world is at this time. Fang Daoming was sleepless at this moment, but he had no clue when thinking left and right, so he told Han Qinghui about his doubts. The latter also couldn't guess, so he went to find Zhou Beier to inquire, but was stopped by Fang Daoming.

"We don't know anything from us. We'd better be careful. If it doesn't work, we will leave immediately and return to the Central Continent."

Han Qinghui unconsciously gradually admitted Fang Daoming's leadership position and responded and waited for the dawn.

At that time, tens of thousands of miles south of the three holy islands, the sea of riots in the Southern Ocean.

Countless storm tornadoes rampaged over the boundless ocean, setting off huge waves. This violent tornado sea breeze is comparable to the nine-day wind, like a sword, wrapped in countless waves, rushing straight to the sky, dark clouds pressing on the top, thundering between clouds, electric dragons and snakes, thousands of feet long, and even thousands of feet of violent thunder and lightning bombarded down from the depths of the dark clouds, sinking into the deep sea, tearing apart the dark night as black ink. Empty. In this world, except for the huge waves, it is the wind. In addition to the wind, it is thunder, and there is no sign of life, like a forbidden place in the world and a hell on earth.

In the middle of this boundless sea of riots, in the midst of the wind and thunder, there is a high mountain, steep as a sword, straight into the sky. On the top of this mountain, deep in the sky, stands a magnificent ancient palace, occupying the whole mountaintop. It is dark and solemn, eternal and immortal. On both sides of the palace's tall palace gate, there are two huge stone gatekeeper beasts, grinning and ferocious. Looking closely, it looks like the legendary ancient fierce beast. Even this thunder cloud in the sky seems to be afraid of the power of this fierce beast, and dare not dare to approach within a thousand feet of the palace.

In the depths of this magnificent castle hall, a tall and powerful figure sits on a stone chair, hidden in the darkness and does not see the real face.

A heavy footsteps suddenly came from outside the hall, breaking the terrible silence. A line of twelve figures, with neat steps, came to the place six feet in front of the stone chair and knelt to the ground one after another. Some of these twelve figures are tall and burly, like giants, some are dry and short, like dwarfs, some are abnormally fat, and some are as thin as firewood. But no matter who it is, every figure exudes powerful and terrible power, as if under one blow, it can break the mountains and cut off the sea.

"See you!" Twelve figures made a sound at the same time, as if they had shocked the world.

"Are you all ready?" Sitting on the stone chair, the tall figure hidden in the darkness sounded vast, as if he had crossed the ancient door of the demon world and suddenly came.

"Listen to Lord Hou's dispatch at any time!"

"It's so good. You set out with me and give that group of sanctimonious people a bolt from the blue, such as ten immortals and the three demon saints. From tomorrow on, they will step on our feet like ants!"

"Wish to follow the Lord to the death!" Twelve voices shouted at the same time.

The next day, the sun rose in the east, the sky was clear, there were no clouds, the wind and waves were calm, and the sea and the sky were the same color.

A high-sounding and compact drum sound broke the temporary tranquility, and the sound of the drums was shocking and majestic. The low and desolate horn sounded immediately. The horn camp, the flag hunting, the elite soldiers and strong generals of the three demon clans, nearly thousands of miles of camp, like a huge monster gradually waking up, slowly moved.

For a while, all the monks gathered their eyes on the three ethnic barracks and gathered on the three holy islands.

"Second brother," Sun Wuxing quietly hid behind Fang Daoming. "It is rumored that this time not only the three demon clans are allied, but also magic weapons appear on these three holy islands."

"Is the magic weapon in the world? What magic weapon?"

"I don't know, but it is said that it is a legacy of the three saints in those years, with the ability to shock the world and cry ghosts and gods."

"The existence of such a magic weapon, almost acquired artifact, is no wonder that it attracts so many monks of all races, but this is a relic of the three saints. How can the three demons tolerate others touching their fingers? It is better to be able to fish in troubled waters just by watching the changes. As for the relics of the three saints, they are untouchable."

Fang Daoming told everyone, but secretly said, "Two immortals have come to the Xinghe Hall. Do you still want to do something?"

The three drums sounded, the horns were hidden, and the three figures soared into the air at the same time. When they arrived at the sky of the Three Holy Islands, they all had to flutter and looked proudly.

"Do these three represent the three demon clans? How can you never see it?"

"I heard that these three are the ancestral-level magical masters of the three demon clans. They usually live in seclusion and devote themselves to hard in the depths of the cave. As a last resort, they will never appear at the time of life and death. It's normal that we haven't seen them."

"It is rumored that there are always several old monsters who have practiced for hundreds of thousands of years. Even the great disasters of heaven and earth can barely survive, so they are easy to be jealous and never appear."

"The three demons are old, and occasionally a few old antiques are normal, but they appear today, is it the time of life and death?"

There are many scattered discussions, and there are different opinions. For a moment, there is a lot of noise and noise.

"Gentlemen!" One of the three empty old men suddenly opened his mouth. Although his voice was not loud, it spread thousands of miles away. Everywhere was clearly heard, so the sea and the sky suddenly became much quieter.

"The alliance between the three holy islands this time is a private matter of my three ethnic groups. It is rare for all Taoist friends to come to congratulate and watch the ceremony. We are all grateful in advance. There will be some mis hospitality later. Please forgive us and don't hurt your friendship."

After saying that, the old man in the middle said no more, but the right-headed old man continued to say, "Today, our three races have signed an alliance here, just to imitate the three ancient saints, not infringe on each other, and make friends forever. Please also witness this immortal moment of our three clan."

"Gentlemen!" The left-headed old man continued: "Our three ethnic groups in the East China Sea are allied to not invade each other, coexist peacefully, maintain peace in the East China Sea, and never rely on the situation to bully others, dominate the East China Sea, 100,000 miles of the East China Sea, or everyone's East China Sea, which is by no means the private property of the three clans. Please rest assured that you are present and those who are not present. If you violate this oath, people and gods will be angry. Heaven and earth punish it!"

"What a crown of Don'an!" Fang Daoming laughed secretly in his heart, but he didn't know where he shouted, "I heard that the alliance between the Three Holy Islands is small, and there is a big thing in the Three Holy Islands. I don't know if this is true?"

In the middle of the sky, the old man pondered a little and said loudly, "There is indeed such a thing."

The monks present were noisy, and the noise was even louder than before. The birth of this important treasure was just a rumor. I didn't want the three demons to openly admit it today, which immediately caused a lot of discussion. However, the three demon clans are strong, and the elite soldiers and strong generals in the clan have already surrounded the three holy islands, and there are also elders in the clan who are not afraid of causing trouble. Duan, the bachelor admits that he is not afraid.

"All of you!" The old man then said in a low voice, "This so-called treasure is only the treasure that flowed out of my three clans. The treasures of all the three saints are not the world. This time, our three clans recover their own treasures. Please don't think too much."

However, the people present did not think so. Suddenly, there was an uproar and there was a lot of discussion. After all, the three saints are old, and the treasures of the three saints are even more undocumented. Today, the three demons openly invaded and occupied other monks as nothing. How can they not arouse everyone's indignation?

I don't know who shouted in the crowd: "In those years, when Liupo grabbed the treasure, you dragon clan said it was your own thing, but today it is like this again. Isn't this regarded 100,000 miles of sea territory as private property?"

This person shouted, hundreds of people echoed, thousands of people shouted, and suddenly there was a lot of noise, and there was more rude abuse.

"Who just said that Liupo grabbed the treasure and stood up for me!" A loud roar suddenly covered the voice. A blonde and purple beard, dressed in a dragon robe, a burly middle-aged man rose into the air and had to open his hair. His sharp eyes were like a sharp sword, looking around, extremely powerful.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and only a few good people were still muttering.

"Who is this old guy?"

"Shh! Silently, this is the head of the Chenxiao Department of the Eight Dragon Department, Chen Kun's Old Dragon King.

"He is Chen Kun. I heard that he practiced in the depths of the Dragon Palace of Chenxiao. Why did he come here?"

"I heard that when Liupo grabbed the treasure, he lost his third son, and so far he can't find the real murderer."

"No wonder it's so chaotic that you want to spread this resentment on us."

"Shh, stop talking and wait and see what happens."