Chapter 65 Strong Gathering

Time flies, and the white colt passes by and flies.

January passed quietly.

The endless yellow spring is still extremely calm, only the mountains and tsunamis, and the torrents roar fiercely on both sides of the yellow spring like tigers.

A white jade, shining with a slight light in the endless darkness. Although the bridge has been cut off, it is spotless and has been standing here for thousands of years.

On the bridge, there are many monks in various gowns and robes standing on the bridge, forming their own feet with each other. If you look carefully, there are hundreds of monks, all of whom are powerful and not delicate people.

At this moment, these monks all looked at the rolling yellow spring, and their minds were round and didn't know what they were thinking.

Murong Can stood on the head of the cut-off bridge, listening to the sound of the rolling Yellow Spring River in his ears, looking at the various monks by the bridge, with a flash of displeasure at the corners of his mouth, and roared: "These bastards actually moved when they heard the wind. They all want to take a bite of food here. I really want to slaughter them clean!"

"Young master, please don't be impatient and speak cautiously."

A middle-aged monk standing side by side with Murong Can frowned slightly and waved his hand. He didn't see any movement or divine light. The void seemed to fluctuate slightly, dissipating Murong Can's voice between the beard, and it was not revealed at all.

This power is simply extraordinary and incredible.

"Impatient, be careful, how can you not be impatient? I asked you to help me, but I didn't expect that you attracted such a small person, snakes, insects and rats and ants. Now I can't even find the entrance of the secret palace, and I can't even get through this yellow spring. You are long and evil, Youzong, come to teach me how to calm down?

Murong snorted coldly, and there was a mountain rain in his words, and the anger of the thunder seemed to be blaming.

The middle-aged monks who were blamed by Murong Can have a good figure and appearance. Their faces are like jade, but they have a pair of evil eyebrows and a sense of evil spirit. They wear a blood-colored robe, blood silk for thread, blood jade edge, and the blood robe is carved with various patterns of strange beasts. Dragons are flying, and cranes soaring to the skies, but they are all stained with a trace of blood color and evil spirit. God.

This man is the current suzerain of the Blood Shazong, the demon hero who shocked one side, the strong yuan god!

Evil!

"Young master, why are you angry? As you know, how can a monk like me hide from the people of the world? Naturally, it will attract some young people, snakes, insects, mice and ants to follow him. Ha ha, speaking of which, there is such a pool of blood, as well as the ghost gate and Huangquan Road. More than half of the people who follow have been broken. Now it is only 50% here.

You Changxie was not angry at all. He smiled faintly, but made a joke.

In this month, since You Changxie received the message of Murong Can, he took his disciples and the three elders across the blood world of Tiandu, passed through the blood pool, walked through the ghost gate, Huangquan Road, came to the bridge that was cut off, and gathered with Murong Can.

As a demon hero in the realm of the yuan god, he dominates one side. When he goes in and out, he is powerful and shocks one side. At the same time, he will naturally disturb those secretly calculating monks. As soon as he sees such a big movement, they all think that there is treasure in the world, and of course he will quietly keep up.

When the monks spent their blood, the disciples of the Bloody Sect were protected by him, but they did not lose their manpower. Those monks lost a lot. The weak stream had long been in the blood pool. The ghost gate was closed. On Huangquan Road, they were swallowed up by thousands of ghosts, and more than half of them were invaded by evils and died.

In the monastic world, strength is respected. All monks want to achieve the eternal realm and step into the sea of suffering. As soon as there is any treasure in the world, they will flock to kill and fight. This situation has happened throughout the ages without any change.

"How dare you joke? Now there are ten monks here, and they are all strong. Even if we want to deal with them, it is not easy to deal with them. If the young master has not taken the secret treasure in the secret palace, hum, you should be careful."

Murong is cold and huge, and his words are full of coldness.

Although the monks who followed have lost a lot, the rest are all the best among them, who can cross the blood pool, walk through the ghost gate, and step across the bridge. The rest of the monks are either extremely powerful, or have treasures, or have the protection of the strong. They are all the best, the elite among the elite.

"The young master can rest assured that they don't know the secret of this secret palace, and now they can't pass the yellow spring. Even if they open the secret palace, it is not so easy to get the secret treasure. They can come. Where is the secret palace left by the first demon of the ages so easy to break through? They just throw stones for me and ask the way. , we should only be careful of those five old guys. These old guys are all as cunning as foxes. As soon as the wind blows, they want to fight the autumn wind, hum."

When the long evil said this, his eyebrows condensed slightly, with a trace of cold color, and his eyes seemed to be calculating something.

When the disciples of You Changxie came to this secret palace with the disciples of the blood of the evil sect, they not only attracted countless monks, but also attracted five yuan god monks with strong cultivation, and quietly followed him to this place of evil.

These monks are all in the realm of yuanshen. In terms of cultivation, there is no one who is weaker than the long and evil. Among them, there are many old ghosts who have been tying the world for many years, as treachery and cunning as ghosts. In addition, the long evil has received the strict order of Murong Can, and they can't get rid of these old guys and attracted them all together.

"These old bastards even dare to peep at the things of the young master. When this matter is over, I must clean them up, and even refine their souls to shock the world!"

Murong Can's eyes flashed a pair of cold light, as cold as a knife.

You Changxie nodded gently, and there was also a faint color in his eyes. Suddenly, his face changed and he shouted coldly at the void: "Who, roll out for me, otherwise, I will pull out your skin, refine your bones, and never be born!"

After saying that, an infinite momentum gushed out of the body of the long evil, as if it had turned into a fierce demon and rushed straight into the void, as if a sharp blade stirred up.

"Young Master Murong, you are old and courteous."

At this time, a voice spread far into the ears of Murong Can and You Changxie, and then a black phantom suddenly appeared straight from the shaking void. It turned out to be an old man with white hair and wrinkled skin, with yellow teeth, grinned with a smile, and gently arched his hand to Murong Can and You Changxie. A gift, but the smile is like the ghost in the nine ghosts, which is extremely strange.

"Old night pimp, how dare you hide in the void with the night pimp's phantom *. Aren't you afraid that I will refine you and refine your dead skin into a magic weapon!"

The long evil shouted loudly, and the sound was as fierce as a knife, pointing directly at the thin old man in black robe.

"You, Youzong, the old man just passed by here by accident. There is no intention to offend him. Your Blood Satan is a subordinate to the ten Red Devil Valley. How can the old man dare to offend him, ah."

The thin old man in black robe said in a strange tone with a smile, as if he were sarcastic and flattering, false and real, and unclear.

This black-robed monster old man is the demon owl of one side, the night pimp in the realm of the yuan god. His escape cultivation is really earth-shaking, and there is also a magical night pimp phantom*, which can hide in the void, and the city is extremely deep. It has been famous for decades, but it is still happy and easy to be underestimated.

"Night pimp, you old man, don't you want to die?"

Murong opened his eyes and stared directly at the thin old man with a murderous face.

"Oh, young master Murong, the old man is just an incompetent old man. Except for his vanity, he is simply a waste. How dare not to respect the order of the supreme Red Devil Valley? Isn't this the life of the old man?"

The thin old man waved his hand, as if he had shrank his head with fear, making his thin body look more thin and small.

It seems to be afraid, but in fact it is satirize the Red Devil Valley to regard itself as the supreme silent demon palace and issue an order.

The supreme silent demon palace, the demon tycoon who led thousands of mountains and rivers in the past, and even the Red Devil Valley is a member of the command. Until now, although it has not been born for thousands of years, the silent demon palace is still the hidden supreme demon road, like a dormant beast, thousands of mountains and rivers, the supreme of all the magic way!

"Okay, very good, night pimp, you old man, I have written it down. In the future, we will slowly liquidate. I can't say that we can go to your night cliff and refine your 3,000 beautiful girls one by one and crush them to pieces!" Murong Can's face turned pale when he was angry. He has always had great ambitions. Taking the example of the first demon of silence in the ages, he was bound to achieve the monument of the ages. He was naturally hit on his main bone and made him bite his teeth.

Although the old monster of the night pimp is born with an ugly face, it is extremely (**) to collect the world's beautiful girls on the night pimp cliff of its main altar for many years and is famous.

"Yo, if the young master Murong likes it, the old man will naturally give it all to the young master and will never hide his privacy."

The night pimp replied in a strange voice.

Murong Can's mouth trembled, turned his head slightly, and did not say anything.

"Old monster, what good things are you discussing? Do you have a copy?"

Another sound resounded.

The slightly shiny Nahe Bridge suddenly bloomed thousands of colorful lights like tassels and silk-like flowers, like rivers converging, and hundreds of rivers wrapped together into the sea, converging into a human figure, revealing that each light is extremely enchanting and confusing.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of colorful lights gathered together, and a handsome man in a colorful brocade robe appeared, bathed in seven-color brilliance, as if stepping on colorful clouds and flying in the sky.

"Bailan Demon King, you are really not afraid of death. Why didn't you bring your snakes, insects and poisonous ants? Rats should carry snakes and insects. It's a perfect match.

A cold smile and a touch of sarcasm.

"Ha, Master You is polite. Don't worry, of course, my baby will be brought here. Otherwise, those thoughtful people would have killed me for so many years. Fortunately, my babies are fighting and didn't die so early. My Bailan's magic power can also protect me."

The gorgeous man in the brocade robe smiled faintly and pushed back quietly.

This brocade-robed man is called the demon king. He is also a monk in the realm of Yuanshen. He practices the art of poison, condenses the poison of his own life, and finally condenses into hundreds of thousands of poisons, turns into thousands of poisonous lights, smashing mountains and rivers, infecting lakes, and where they pass by, the creatures are extinct, and can drive poisonous insects and demons. In the past, in order to cultivate ten thousand worms of thousands of yuan. God is an extremely fierce demon horr who kills several cities, kills millions of people, and refines with people.

"Then you should be careful. Don't one day, snakes, insects, rats and ants will be pulled out clean and taken away for wine." You Changxie snorted coldly and said coldly.

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

Bailan Mojun smiled and waved his hand.

"The poor road has heard that there are treasures in this secluded place, and let's join in the fun."

Suddenly, there were bursts of void roaring in the sky, as if there were endless blue light penetrating the void, and more fairy sounds permeated. Fairy flowers sprinkled on the bridge, and several strange beasts emerged from the void. Each of these strange beasts was like a tiger, or leopard, or lion, pulling an elegant frame, yellow Tongmu made the body, dyed gold, and the blue light kept blooming out.

In the frame sat a middle-aged monk in a green robe, with a peaceful face, like a smile, happy or sanctimonial.

"Well, Taoist Qiu Qian, if you don't practice your Qingqian Tongtian, you also come here and find a few monsters to pull the car. It's really funny. Be careful not to find the treasure, but you leave your life here."

You Changxie snorted and sneered.

"The poor Qingqian Tongtian god has a small light, and it happens to come out to get through the wind. As for the life of the poor road, it is naturally extremely precious. How can it be easily thrown away?"

The sanctimonious middle-aged monk smiled faintly, holding a jade ear of dust in his hand, gently shaking, with a little fairy spirit.

This Qiuqian Taoist is a scattered practitioner. In the past, he got a method left by the ancient monks: Qingqian Tongtianjue, condensed the most violent spirit between heaven and earth, so as to refine the magic power, achieve the yuan god, and cultivate a unique magic power, Qingqian through the divine light, smash the mountains, reverse the rivers, and the power is endless!

This monk is happy to compete for his face. He usually uses foreign beasts to pull cars to show that he has extraordinary magical powers and is very happy with treasures. Every time he has treasures, he gathers to seize treasures.

"There are still people who come out together. Don't let me invite you."

The long evil suddenly shouted, and the voice rolled like a torrent that shocked the world. The infinite momentum pierced the void and kept shaking out.

"Hey, Master You, I haven't seen you for many days. The magic power is still so powerful, which is really admirable."

A monk in purple robe came out of the crowd with a jade gourd hanging in his hand, with a beard and a smile on his face.

At the same time, a wild man with ice crystals and half armor on his chest also came out quietly. The man's long hair floated without any restraints. He was nine feet long, his whole body was bulging, and his body seemed to contain the power to destroy everything, like a head. The wild beast exudes a terrible and terrible momentum.

The man stood silently among the crowd without saying anything, with a touch of coldness, like a mountain.

"Ziliuhou, quite endless."

You Changxie frowned slightly when he saw the two people, revealing a faint color.

"Ziliuhou, if you don't stay in your palace of Qiankun Yuyu and come here to join in the fun, don't you want to die? At that time, wealth and glory will turn into ashes.

The long evil shouted coldly, pointing directly at the monk in the purple robe.

The purple-robed monk's name is Ziyi. He used to be the supreme of the world. However, he was dedicated to the throne and gave it to his brother. He became a marquis, and his brother supported his cultivation with the strength of the whole country, so he was made a purple marquis by the monk.

Later, he achieved success and refined into the six holy yuan gods of Ziyang. He was able to divide six magical powers and become powerful. His magical powers were not small. It can be said that it was easy to move mountains and fill the sea and destroy rivers.

"Master, I have seen through this wealth and glory. Only the cycle of heaven, stepping out of the sea of suffering and achieving eternal immortality, is the right way. I am not in a big person, and I am not greedy. Just share a piece of the pie."

Ziliuhou smiled faintly and gently shook the jade gourd in his hand, looking free and comfortable.

You Changxie stared coldly at Ziliuhou and frowned slightly. He felt that he could not see through the man more and more. It was too strange, so he turned his eyes away from him and only stared at the next person with a solemn face.

"It's quite endless. You practiced the external physical magic power and refined it into an ice soul and collapsed golden body. The magic power is strong and horizontal. I thought you were practicing the physical golden body in an extremely cold place, but I didn't expect you to come here and stir up this muddy water!"

There is an inexplicable meaning in the long and evil tone, which seems to have a trace of vigilance against this man in half armor and huge body, as if it were a vast beast.

This wild, as if the name of the monster is quite endless, originally lived in the western pole of the ice peaks. This western pole is the coldest place in the world's continent. It has been covered with ice and snow for many years, and there are few people, and monsters are everywhere, and they are almost extinct.

This man seems to be an alien. He was born with a strong and powerful body. Under the refinement of this extremely cold place in the west, he dared to fight against weak monsters and survive with the flesh and blood of monsters, and his body is even stronger.

Later, I got the magic power of an unknown strong man in ancient times from a snow cave. The name is: the ice soul collapses and destroys the golden body, refines the body with the cold air, refines the body into a golden body, the body yuan god, and achieves the golden body. Since then, it has been hard and quenched in the coldest place between heaven and earth, and the body is infinitely powerful. It smashes the mountains and lakes with one punch to flies. The beast was refined into an ice soul and collapsed golden body.

Like the wild beast, the spiritual treasure is difficult to hurt, the body is staring at the body, proud of heaven and earth, and its behavior is independent, unconstrained at all, and extremely arrogant. It is an extremely difficult person among the strong yuan god, and no strong yuan god is willing to be an enemy.

Quite standing so wildly, the body is like a mountain oppressing practitioners, and they don't speak. I don't know whether they disdain to speak or don't want to talk.

Murong Can's heart somehow flashed a shadow of unruly and destroying the young people of heaven and earth.

However, that guy has died in the yellow spring and has become the food of the earthworm.

"Haha, everyone is here. It's really good, very good!" You Changxie laughed with endless anger.