Chapter 82 The Underworld Quietly Calls for Wind and Rain

In the fog of the green mountains, the weather is swallowed, and the wind and rain are unclying, which makes the stars far away. The river is silent, and the light and shadow fade away. Only the towering lonely city stands majestically in heaven and earth.

In a hut in the rain, a man quietly held an oil-paper umbrella and stood in front of the house. She was wearing ordinary people's clothes, coarse cloth, simple, and her face was covered with a green gauze curtain, which could not distinguish her face.

"Holy envoy, the rain is strong and the wind is cool. You and others have just started. Let's start adjusting your breath..." In this person's expression, a familiar voice is Yu Bing, the suzerain of Miaojiang, who has disappeared for a long time.

"It doesn't matter to me. You just concentrate on recuperating from your injury and don't ask about other chores..." The voice that was called a holy envoy vomited softly. It turned out that this person was the woman who had fought with Mo Cheng. She claimed to be the saint of the magic religion and waited for Li Qianren to come to the south to help Qimiao and Yu Bing. In Mo Cheng's mouth, she revealed her identity. It turned out to be Ling Shuanghua, the daughter of Ling Zongyun, the head of the right path. I don't know what the position this person is. What is the relationship with the magic religion and Li Qianran?

In front of her, there was a large pit that was constantly washed and poured into the pit, and the pit had been turbid. Among them, there was indeed one person sitting cross-legged at the bottom of the pit, allowing the rain to roll the mud over his body. His eyes were closed and his hands were imprinted. Previously, it was the sound transmitted to Ling Shuanghua.

It turned out that the person at the bottom of the pit was Yu Bing, who was severely damaged by Chen Naixian's sword spirit. He was temporarily rescued by Qi Miao Bing. At this time, Ling Shuanghua asked him not to be distracted. He thanked him in his heart, condensed the true spirit and circulated all over his body.

True qi emanates, and there is a special smell on Yu Bing. This is a special smell that he nourishes poisons for half his life and is deeply immersed in it. Ordinary people can neither smell it nor be harmed by it. Only for all kinds of poisonous insects and beasts, this smell is extremely attractive to them.

Papa, far and near, strange sounds kept coming out, quack, a sound connected into pieces, and the sound of frogs seemed to sing in unison on all sides, and the sound gradually covered the sound of rain.

Ling Shuanghua felt strange and couldn't help stepping back a few steps, condensed a true qi, and stared at him. At this time, on the muddy yellow land wet by the back rain, groups of toads jumped from all directions.

These toads are different from ordinary people. They all have to clap their palms and wear red lines all over their bodies. They don't jump high. Every time they jump up, they splash a piece of mud. These toads are all coming from the deep puddle in the ice. Gradually, the sound of muddy water, the sound of frogs, the sound of jumping, the sound of rain and the wind are mixed together.

As if they couldn't wait, hundreds of toads scrambled to throw themselves into the puddles one after another. The texture on their bodies burned in the turbid sewage pit, showing a strange red color.

It turned out that this red-patterned toad was extremely poisonous. They were attracted by the special smell of Yu Bing, as if they were facing a delicious feast. They didn't know what spells Yu Bing had used. They wanted to borrow these poisonous toads to attract them. Although he was the head of the poisonous sect, he was seriously injured, whether It can withstand the huge poison cast by these thousands of red-striped toads.

After the toad entered the water, Yu Bing was silent. After half a sound, a trace of black and red blood rushed up and mixed with the turbid sewage.

This blood is wrapped around this little true qi. Ling Shuanghua knew at first sight that it was the sword spirit sent by someone in a very clever way. After going deep into the body, the trauma can be healed, but the sword spirit is lingering, like the maggot of the tarsal bone, constantly corroding the vitality of this sword spirit.

Yu Bing is about to force out Chen Naixian's sword spirit, but well, will this toad harm him? Should Ling Shuanghua save him? The demon saint remained calm, but stood and watched, and did not show any eagerness from his face.

And the life and death of the ice... A moment later, all this had an answer, but it was plump, and the water in the pit actually boiled. The giant poisonous toads seemed to be cooked dumplings, rising from the bottom of the pit one by one, rolling red in the boiling pit water.

At this time, a roar saw Yu Bing roaring, stirring up boundless true anger. Suddenly, the puddle exploded, and the turbid water overflowed. The redness was like fireworks blooming in the colorless rainy day, which was particularly eye-catching. However, how could Ling Shuanghua dare to care about this extremely poisonous thing and quickly condense a gas wall and stood up In front of himself and the thatched hut, the red toads hit it one after another. Unexpectedly, the air wall was quite elastic, and they bounced the red toad out one after another.

"Thank you for saving my life!" The sewage blew up, and a naked man jumped out of the pit. There was a deep scar on the left side of his face, with loose hair. It was Yu Bing who was poisoned. At this time, the rain brushed his naked body and washed away the dirt. Yu Bing's face was excited, ploped, knelt down on one knee, arched his hand and said, "Yu Bing thanked Ling Shengshi, thank you. Demon Lord!"

"Ha...... Yu Zongzhu really forced the sword spirit out..." Ling Shuanghua crossed a true qi, which was the sacred spirit of the Taoist sect. When it was integrated into the ice, it flowed into his Dantian by itself to make up for the deficit and produce a warm current.

At the same time, this true spirit will also gently hold up the ice body. Ling Shuanghua looked up and down at him, nodded and said, "Qian Yan is right. This Miyuan Dan can really come in handy at a critical moment..."

"Miyuan Dan is the holy medicine in the world, which is unique to Xikunlun. Instead of us being enemies and not friends, it must be easy for the devil to get, and everything must not be much. Now such one is casually used on me. The great grace of the demon lord..." Yu Bing was full of gratitude, and when he spoke, his expression was also agitated.

"Don't say that..." Ling Shuanghua smiled gently and advised, "This medicine is the right place to save you and make heroes like the suzerain more able to contribute to the demon religion."

"For the great cause of the devil, Yu Bing will not regret his death!" Yu Bing looked awe-inspiring and said the truth. He turned to say eagerly, "Holy envoy, since I have recovered from my injury, let's go to Guyong City to meet Qi Miao Zhenren and help Xiaoyao Sect!"

He thought that he still had seven elements in his arms to suppress the ice soul to suppress the injury. He was righteous enough to be kind to himself and Yu Bing's true temperament. At this time, he couldn't wait to return the ice spirit to him faster to make up for his lack of combat power. Although Qi Miao was helped by Qin Xuehan at this time, It was still a little reluctant to fight against the Military League, Tianmu and others. The more worried he was, the more anxious he looked.

"The reinforcements of the military alliance have been staring at Guyong City. At this time, we can't make a bold move forward, but confront them first..." Ling Shuanghua thought far away. Although what he said was polite, it was not acceptable.

"This..." Yu Bing was a little reluctant and didn't know how to speak.

"Don't worry, I believe that with the seven wonderful real-life skills, I will be able to save the free people. After that, I will definitely go north to the mountains and return to the demon religion. Let's prepare to meet them here..." Ling Shuanghua was relieved by the ice road.

"Okay...Okay..." Yu Bing hesitated, but finally agreed helplessly.

....... ........

In the past, the ancestor of Xiaoyao and the hustle arranged the array of six-knowledge Dingjia, which was full of changes and trapped Yin Tiantong, who could not be completely destroyed by the state of a spiritual body.

Now, 20 years later, Yin Tiantong, who had turned into a dead bone under the prohibition of the six-knowledge Dingjia array, died and came back to life. He stepped through the void and came to the array of this six-knowledge Dingjia array to seal the treasure book of immortal cultivation with the seven generations of free suzerain Xiaoyao Wuji.

With the full cooperation of Zhou Hanzhi, Yin Tiantong held thousands of different forces and repeatedly cracked the ban in this array to help Zhou Hanzhi approach the golden statue cast according to his appearance.

Zhou Hanzhi urged the truth again. The hundred-foot-high golden statue in front of him was within reach. When he looked up, the free golden statue seemed to be alive. When it gently opened its mouth and spit it out, it was an endless rage.

Although the flame momentum is not big, it is quite accurate. When Zhou Hanzhi couldn't avoid it, his body was entangled by this flame. The flame was like a thorny vine, climbing up his body. Zhou Hanzhi was shocked and hurriedly had a true spirit of luck all over his body. Unexpectedly, although Huangting's art was also the sacred spirit of heaven and earth, but However, this flame can't be resisted, and this fire seems to be as sticky as lava. Once attached to a person's body, it will linger whether it is hand and foot kicking. If it is resisted with true qi, Zhou Hanzhi's remaining Huang Ting Zhenqi can't deal with this fierce anger. After a while, his whole body fell into the slapping. A sea of fire.

"Master, save me!" Zhou Han stopped crying for a moment, and he had to wrap his face firmly with the remaining Huang Ting Zhenqi. It turned out that although his god was controlled, he still didn't want his handsome face to be burned by the fire.

"Don't delay, just rush over!" Yin Tiantong reminded him harshly that he knew that if Zhou Hanzhi would not move forward, he would be burned to death by the fire. Even this fire would not kill him. When the stone statues defending around him paid attention, he took action together, and he could not escape his life.

"Yes..." Zhou Han stopped being controlled by his mind. There was no way, so he had to lift his breath, regardless of the fire tongue on his body, and even burned the top of his head, and just rushed forward.

Suddenly, on the free and boundless statue, there was a golden face, and Qiu Shui's eyes swept a glance, but this time, the object of that gaze was no longer Yin Tiantong, but Zhou Hanzhi, who was looking up at his face.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Zhou Hanzhi shouted miserably. It turned out that this blow was just like Yin Tiantong's previous look, and it also had a magic power. It hit Zhou Hanzhi's soul fire. Zhou Hanzhi's soul was the most direct and sharp blow. The bitterness was just like a person standing one step away from the cliff, but he was pushed by another person and fell into The disaster is doomed.

With a shout, Yin Tiantong was really angry. In the circle, he turned into a black whirlwind and finally rushed to the free golden statue.