642 Return to the sea of blood, crisis!

Return to the sea of blood, crisis!

A few days later.

The monks galloped all the way, and finally crossed the wild jungle without danger, left the demon world from the entrance channel of the demon world, and returned to the demon sea.

A heavy stone that had been pressing on everyone's hearts was finally moved away.

There is too much pressure to stay in the demon world. No one knows when they will meet the demon saint and lose their lives.

Back to the sea of demons, this worry no longer exists, and there is no demon cultivation that can threaten their lives. Demon saints in the demon world rarely leave the demon world full of aura and appear in the sea of demons with thin aura.

The Holy Emperor stopped in a safe and hidden valley around the entrance of the demon world, and meditated in place to restore his mana.

Ye Qin and the monks such as the old monster of Hate Mountain and the ghost master also meditated in the same place to recover the great mana consumed.

After a sigh of relief, Ye Qin still had a lingering fear.

Escape from the demon world on this road and have hardly stopped.

These demon worlds are shocked, and along the way, the number of demon cultivations patrols and exploration in the demon world has increased a lot. And near the entrance of the demon world, the monks also waited for a few days before waiting for the opportunity to patrol the demon's relaxation and escape from the demon world channel.

Ye Qin naturally knew in his heart that most of the demon world this time was to find the holy object of the Twilight Temple - the gray egg. I don't know where the three-legged black demon saint and the nine-tailed spirit fox demon saint have gone.

Although this trip to the demon world took great risks, it was a worthwhile trip. I got a Zhu Guo, which had a great effect on improving cultivation, and a blood-eating ancient demon vine used for wood spells. I also found the trace of the mysterious purple house gray egg, and even saw the dusk temple of the demon world.

Half an hour later, the monks gradually recovered and their eyes fell on the Holy Emperor.

The Holy Emperor glanced at the crowd and said in a low voice, "The purple spirit is still a yangcao, and each of you Taoist friends has one. This grass has an excellent effect of stabilizing the soul. At the time of reincarnation, it can retain a little memory consciousness.

After dividing the purple spirit into yangcao, the Holy Emperor suddenly changed his voice and said, "This trip to the demon world has got the spiritual grass. I don't know what you plan is? Ye iǎyou's cultivation is still shallow, and most of them want to stay in the East China Sea to continue to practice in the immortal world. But the ghost master, hate mountain Taoist friends, you and I will have the end of life. Now that Ziyang and Lingcao are already in hand, I don't know where will the two Taoist friends go next?

The Holy Emperor did not wait for the ghost owner and the old monster of Hate Mountain to answer, and added, "I have a lot of time. I plan to go to the Western You Continent and go to the Styx River for reincarnation!"

The Holy Emperor had this plan for a long time. As soon as he said this, everyone was not surprised.

However, although the Holy Emperor's plan was already known, when the matter came, the ghost owner and the old monster of the mountain still couldn't help but hesitate and hesitate, and their expression became strange for a moment.

After all, reincarnation is limited to legends, which are more or less illusory. They have never seen it with their own eyes. Going to the mysterious Western Continent is even more unpredictable. Even if the key thing of reincarnation, Ziyang, has returned the spiritual grass, it is difficult to make a decision.

Ye Qin has not yet planned to leave the immortal world in the East China Sea. Naturally, it is inconvenient to say more. He sits quietly, and his eyes seem to casually sweep over the Holy Emperor, the old monster of Hate Mountain and the ghost master, and he seems to be thinking about something in his heart.

"Hate mountain friends, what do you mean?"

The Holy Emperor looked at the old strange road of Hate Mountain.

"I haven't had many years for Shouyuan. Now I haven't even prepared a few magic weapons to cross the disaster, and I'm not sure about crossing the disaster at all. Instead of failing to cross the disaster and disappear the path, it is better to go to Xiyou to fight for reincarnation and re-cultivation of immortality. I and the Holy Emperor will go to the Western Continent together!"

Hate the old man's strange faceè hesitated for a moment, and finally made a decision, laughing.

The ghost owner was silent for a while, shook his head, and then his dry and hoarse voice sounded, "In order to cross the disaster, I have been preparing for the Desert Ghost Island for more than hundreds of years, and I don't want to make a loss. Moreover, there is still a group of subordinates on Ghost Island, which have not been properly arranged. I'm going to go back to the Desert Island in the Sea of Blood to prepare for the disaster. In case the preparation is unfavorable, then consider going to the West Continent!"

"The difficulty of ghost cultivation is several times higher than that of ordinary monks. Once it fails, it is a meteorite, and there is no luck to speak of. The ghost master Taoist friend took the risk of crossing the disaster, just like the emperor going directly to the Xiyou Continent, looking for the opportunity to reincarnated and re-cultivation of immortality! Cultivat immortality with your body, no matter what, it is much better than ghosts.

When the Holy Emperor heard this, he couldn't help persuading him.

"The road of cultivating immortals is nothing more than competing with heaven and earth people for that glimmer of vitality. I have practiced for nearly a thousand years, and it is difficult to describe the ups and downs all the way. Even if I reincarnation is reincarnated to cultivate immortals, it is also full of variables. I may not be able to go all the way, and maybe I will fall into the ghost way. Instead of this, it's better to fight again to see if we can break through the realm of the divine period! If there is no hope to cross the disaster, it will not be too late to go to the West Continent. The Holy Emperor's kindness is understood by the Lord, but his heart has made up his mind. There is no need to persuade him more.

The ghost owner has a pair of ghost eyes, which is slow and firm.

Ye Qin's eyebrows jumped, and soon Godè As usual, he was more silent.

"That's it, so you have made up your mind, and I won't force it anymore!"

When the Holy Emperor saw that he couldn't persuade him, he didn't say much, but his expression was somewhat regretful. After all, the ghost owner is very strong, and it is also a ghost cultivation. If it can go to the West Continent together, there will naturally be a little more certainty of reincarnation.

Lian uā split never said much. It is a split of the Holy Emperor, and Shouyuan is the same as the Holy Emperor. The end of the emperor's life is the time of his death. So it will definitely follow it to the West Continent.

The five monks in their group, driving the flying sword, quickly left the sea of demons from high altitude and went to the sea of blood. After leaving the demon world, they don't need to be afraid of anything. Even if the sword flies, no demon cultivation can stop them.

The demon sea is in the east, and the Western Continent is in the far west. You must pass through the sea of blood halfway to go to the Western Continent. During this journey, the monks naturally walked together.

After one month.

A group of five monks arrived at the sea of blood and stopped in a sea.

Seeing that he had reached the sea of blood, Ye Qin said goodbye to the Holy Emperor and others.

"Ye iǎyou, the descendant of the Yin family of the emperor in the East China Sea, please take more care of me. If I succeed in reincarnation and repairing, I don't know how many memories I will leave. I have many enemies, and I may still have trouble.

Holy Emperor's Road.

"The younger generation of the Holy Emperor takes care of it for a long time, and gives away the purple spirit and yang grass. Naturally, he will take more care of the Yin family. If we can see the birth of the Holy Emperor in the East China Sea in the future, we will definitely return today's kindness!"

Ye Qin smiled and arched his hand.

After saying goodbye, Ye Qin's sword flew quickly and disappeared into the sky.

The ghost owner then said goodbye to the Holy Emperor and the old monster of Hate Mountain.

Holy Emperor, Hate Mountain Old Monster, Lotus Uā split, continue to go west.

The ghost owner paused in the sky and looked in the direction of Ye Qin's disappearance. In the ghost's eyes, a mysterious light turned into a ghost, and suddenly went in the direction of Ye Qin and disappeared.

This team of Yuanying monks, which can be said to have gathered the highest strength in the world of immortal cultivation in the East China Sea, finally dispersed after obtaining the purple spirit and yangcao.

Ye Qinshenè The solemn water almost dripped out, flying with the sword on the sea of blood, and the speed was increased to the limit. The ghost owner was unwilling to go to the Xiyou Continent with the Holy Emperor, intending to stay in the sea of blood to cross the great disaster of the god period, so he was keenly aware of the danger.

He has nothing to say about the ghost owner.

Now he can run as far as he can.

Under the pressure of Ye Qin's crazy sword spirit, even on the sea, there is a line of thousands of feet long

After flying for about a moment, Ye Qin saw a team of monks of the Jindan period from afar, about 20 people. God è was very embarrassed, and many of them were seriously injured in low morale. He was in a hurry and seemed to be in a hurry.

Now it is the period of the immortal war. A large number of immortals in the East China Sea have been requisitioned to various fairy city war zones in the Blood Sea. It is normal to meet the East China Sea monks on the surface of the Blood Sea.

Ye Qin's heart suddenly moved and suddenly turned, and the imperial sword flew towards the team of Jindan monks.

The Jindan team found an amazing breath of spiritual pressure and suddenly approached them at full speed. Obviously, they panicked and showed their magic weapons one after another to prepare to fight, but after seeing the people coming, they quickly calmed down.

They found that it was a Yuanying ancestor, not a demon cultivation, so naturally there was no need to be too nervous.

"This senior, I don't know what you always have to tell the leader, a brocade-clothed man, about the eighth floor of golden elixir, with some guard in his eyes to stop the monks in place. God respectfully arched his hand and said to Ye Qin.

Ye Qin looked at the monks in the team coldly, interrupted him, and asked, "Are you subordinates of the fairy palace? What task do you carry out?

"Senior, we are subordinates of the Southeast Patriarch of the Tiandao League. We were originally dispatched to the Black Sand City to strengthen the defense of the Black Sand City. ... Unexpectedly, I met a sea beast halfway, and the large team was scattered. The younger generation took in a group of defeated monks and prepared to take a detour to Heisha City.

The brocade-clothed man was also very tactful and tactful. He didn't know the origin of Ye Qin. He was afraid that his fairy palace would offend the ancestor of the Yuanying in front of him, so he only dared to report the name of the Tiandao League.

"Oh! It turned out to be a reinforcement of Black Sand City... I think you are all plain clothes, and the magic weapons in your hands are all ordinary goods. How can such inferior magic weapons fight against the demons?! Isn't there a better magic weapon?"

Ye Qin was calm and asked He Yan.

"This, the younger generation are all ordinary Jindan disciples. Most of their cultivation is between the fifth and seventh floors of Jindan, and only the younger generation's cultivation is slightly higher than the eighth floor of Jindan. There are not many spiritual stones earned on weekdays, and the cost is large. Naturally, there are not many good magic weapons. Besides, I met a sea beast before and lost a lot of magic weapons!"

The brocade-clothed man was a little embarrassed and had a mō nose.

The low-level monks in the team moved one after another, looked at each other in consternation, and had a ridiculous idea. This Yuanying ancestor didn't want to rob them, did he? Why don't you ask them if they have any good magic weapons? But the magic weapons in their hands are either damaged or low-level, and they can't find a few decent good goods.

"You are all the pillars of the immortal world in the East China Sea. You can't die in the hands of demons because of the inferior magic weapons. Well, I have some high-level magic weapons used by Jindan monks, as well as several Yuanshen magic weapons. I can't use them. Let's send them to everyone!"

Ye Qin smiled brightly, patted the storage bag on his waist with his right hand, and immediately flew out more than 20 pieces of light magic weapons. Flying swords, magic knives and so on are dazzling, but they are also good products. He flew to the Jindan monks of the team.

These were all saved by him in the blood sea, participated in the war, and killed demons. It was useless. He kept it in the storage bag all the time.

While giving the magic weapons, he quickly 'washed' these magic weapons with divine consciousness and mana, erasing all the breath of the original owner, leaving his own unique mana. The strength of these Jindan monks is difficult to erase the breath he left behind. RA