Chapter 488: How to Dirt People's Innocence Out of Thin Air

A small island with a diameter of not three or four miles, on which there is a half-acre square medicine field, there are more than a dozen small medicine kings with a medicinal age of 50,000 or 60,000 yuan, and several medicine kings with a medicinal age of more than 100,000 years.

The dense aura continued to erupt from the ground, nourishing these priceless ancient medicines without stopping. The aura did not escape into the air at all, as if it was bound by some mysterious magic circle.

The shrine has been silent for an unknown number of years, and the mysterious magic circle can still function normally?

This is not surprising, just look at the thousands of miles of fire lakes around the island.

The red lake was shining brightly, and the sky was reflected in fiery red, which was a real lake of fire, and because the horizon was blocked, it was impossible to see the edge at a glance.

The surface of the lake within a radius of thousands of miles was bubbling with countless heart-pounding bubbles, constantly spewing out extremely warm air that was enough to destroy the Qi Refining God and severely damage the Refining God Returning Void Cultivator.

In other words, the king of medicine on the island is honey stained with poison, which looks tempting and cannot be touched at all.

In mid-air at a considerable distance from the shore, Nezha, who was holding a fire-tipped gun and stepping on the hot wheels, looked at the fire lake with a solemn expression.

Within a few dozen miles behind, there were more than forty monks standing scattered, all of whom looked similar to Nezha.

"It is worthy of being the residence of the Ancient Heavenly Emperor, even the small medicine king of fifty or sixty thousand years, the medicine king of more than one hundred thousand years, and so many."

A chubby monk said with a burning gaze.

"It's a pity that I can't get by, I can only have hot eyes."

A thin monk poured cold water.

The fat friar glared at the thin monk.

"What are you looking at?"

The thin monk squinted.

"What's wrong with you?"

The fat friar's eyes widened.

"Will you try another one?"

"Try it, try it"

"Hmph"

The thin monk snorted, ringing like a bell, and spewed out two white rays of light.

"Hah"

The fat monk snorted, and a yellow gas erupted from his mouth.

One white and one yellow collided together, just like Mars hitting the earth, and it exploded with a bang, and the fluctuations overturned the land for many miles, shaking the fire lake violently, and the extreme temperature and heat rose sharply.

The monks who were involved were scolding and scolding while dodging in embarrassment.

These two fools, where to fight badly, fight on the edge of the lake of fire.

The strength of the fat monk and the thin monk was equal in strength, and they couldn't tell the winner after half an hour.

Nezha, who was already upset, was angry, and Thunder made a move. The spear of fire is like a big dragon going out to sea, it is so powerful that the sky is trembling, and the hot wheels roar, carrying Nezha to lightning.

The fat monk and the thin monk saw that outsiders were interfering, but they joined forces. The strength of the two is not much weaker, and the joint hand is even more powerful.

Nezha didn't win two people in hundreds of rounds, but was very embarrassed, and had to take out his identity to suppress people.

"Hmph, two generals, you two sinners, dare to do something with this seat"

The fat monk, the thin monk, is the second general of the god mythology.

Hearing this, he immediately stopped.

"The third prince laughed, you are the god general of the heavenly court, there are more than a million under your command, how dare we do it with you"

"It's just for fun, you adults have a lot, don't be like us two little people."

The two of them had a smile on their faces, and their postures were very low.

But I scolded wildly in my heart, what's the big deal, if it weren't for Lao Tzu's lard back then, standing on the side of Yin Shang, it would be your turn to be arrogant.

Nezha snorted coldly.

If it weren't for the sake of Hum Ha Er's ability to fight, he would definitely not bring them in.

"It's just a pity that there are more than a dozen medicine kings, little medicine kings, just like the heavenly maidens of Kunlun, I can't see and touch them."

The fat friar lamented.

"Speak well, don't open your mouth."

The thin monk looked disdainful.

"What kind of cavity is Huang, Kunlun's heavenly daughter is not a firework that does not eat the fireworks of the world, back then, Chiyou and Jiutian Xuannu, Houyi and Chang'e, not all of them were one-to-one"

The Fat Friar retorted.

"You are also worthy of being on a par with Chiyou and Hou Yi"

The Thin Friar was dismissive.

The fat monk was furious, glaring as if he was going to kill: "Thin bamboo pole, do you still want to fight?"

"Afraid of you"

The Thin Monk was undaunted.

"Enough"

Nezha scolded.

The two snorted at the same time, then looked to the side in disgust.

Nezha looked at the lake of fire, and his face became solemn again.

He and the monks had been here for a while, and from the beginning of his heartbeat, which was stimulated by the ancient medicine in the medicine field on the island, to the time when he lost several good hands in a row, his heart fell to the bottom.

"I'm so reluctant to leave here empty-handed."

Nezha thought so.

"I heard that the third prince's Chaotian Aya is refined by the ancient god Nuwa Niangniang, who left this world, and is not afraid of extreme temperatures, and is known as the Heavenly Moat?"

The Fat Friar said again.

When Nezha heard this, his face turned cold: "Chaotian Aya is in the hands of the sister, and when the Taoist priest took the sister, he took it away." ”

"These three princes can endure it"

The fat friar, with a look of rage.

"That little calf's nose, if it weren't for the nine-headed bird protecting him, I would have slapped him to death for the third prince at that time."

The thin monk said not to be left behind.

Nezha's anger eased slightly: "If it weren't for the fact that he didn't delay the search for the elixir of immortality, he would have been taken by this seat in the main hall."

"Don't be annoyed by the third prince, it's not too late to clean him up after you go out"

The Fat Friar said.

"That little calf's nose is also stupid, don't let it go to the Divine Palace, you have to get along with the third prince"

The thin monk pouted.

"After the War of the Gods, this kind of principled person is still the first time I have seen him, if he doesn't have to provoke this seat, this seat wants to make friends with him."

Nezha's face showed a bit of appreciation.

The fat friar, the thin friar, looked at each other.

"But it's come to this, but, uh, how did he get in"

Nezha didn't finish speaking, but showed a surprised expression.

An afterimage rushed out of the fog on the horizon, incredibly fast.

It's not who Cao Yi is.

"It must have come in with other forces that have imperial jade"

The thin monk craned his neck and looked at it.

"There is a way in heaven that he does not take, and hell has no door to break into."

The fat friar smirked.

Nezha's eyes narrowed, and the doll smiled like a rabbit.

Cao Yi, who had just rushed out of the fog, was shocked when he saw Nezha and his party.

Thinking of the pursuers behind, the idea of leading the water to the east rose in my heart.

rushed over without evading.

Three or four miles away, there was a sudden brake.

"Third prince, meet again."

Cao Yi said hello.

"Return the housesister and the chaotic Aya"

Nezha said very simply.

"Aya?"

Cao Yi looked at Nezha blankly.

When did he accept Nezha's Chaotian Aya.

How to level the air and fil people's innocence.

"Chaotian Aya is in the sister's original god"

Nezha said coldly.

"Oh"

Cao Yi was stunned.

Whoosh!

The fat monk, the thin monk, one left and one right cut off Cao Yi's back road.

"Little Bull Nose, hand over the housemate and the bastard Aya, maybe you can be spared death."

The Fat Friar shouted.

"What sister-in-law, when did Mrs. Diyong become your sister-in-law?"

The thin friar rolled his eyes.