North, no sky.

A cloud of crimson light floated up from the bottom of the peach blossom lake, hanging on the surface of the lake, the blood light swayed, like a big umbrella, the dark cracks of the road flew hideously, tearing the air, and the harsh sound sounded, obscure and gloomy.

The top of Pangu's head moved slightly, keenly aware that the ball of blood light moved with the shaking of his body, and like the long sword behind him, his breath was locked.

With a cold snort, the stone axe in his hand roared, and a frog flashed out, rushing straight over, as soon as the dragon phantom approached, it was instantly shattered by the pitch-black cracks around the blood-red light and shadow.

The water of Peach Blossom Lake exploded, and a black dragon rose straight into the sky, covered in blood, densely covered with ruler-long scars, and the dragon claw made a move in mid-air, and the red light flashed in his hand, and the cracking sound, the dragon claw blood flowed sideways, and he couldn't control the injury.

The blood light was distorted for a while, turning into a blood-red spear, the pitch-black cracks seemed to be dragons, roaring around the spear, the dragon claws clenched the spear, regardless of the scale armor shattered and bursting, the dragon's tail flicked, straight towards Peng Xinglai, rushed to the closer, the dragon body slammed, the spear roared, and came out of his hand.

With the spear shot, the black dragon's momentum was relaxed, the scale armor suddenly darkened, and gradually degenerated and turned white, and in the flash of light, the dragon's body retreated, and Zhong Lijiu, who was drenched in blood, showed his origin.

The spear turned into a black and red blood light and came straight to the gods, the breath was chaotic and confused, bloody and furious, Peng Xinglai snorted coldly, and the stone axe in his hand came out of his hand, colliding with the black spear flying by.

Spears and axes intersect.

The stone axe roared, the axe blade cracked all over, and exploded, and the two frog phantoms were solidified and real, rushing out of the broken blade, sweeping the spear, and rushing straight to Zhongli Jiu who floated down in mid-air.

The momentum of the spear has not decreased, it has reached three feet in front of the Pangu Divine Minister, and with a cold snort, the two big hands of the Pangu Divine Appearance suddenly shined like stars, and grabbed the spear in front of him.

The yin qi in the palm of his hand spread, and the palm of his fingers was filled with a faint piece of broken gold like stone, rushing into a piece of blood red, and the energy exploded, and the Pangu gods roared more than once, one step at a time, The mountains and fields shook, took seven steps back, stopped the figure, his eyes were round, and he watched Zhong Lijiu who was floating down in the air, holding two frogs tightly with his two hands.

The cyan dragon struggled between the palms of its hands, and the small messy blades around it shot out as it roared, and in a moment, the blood flowed like a river in the palms.

Zhong Lijiu gasped deeply, and the blue and purple electric light turned into a cage, and the electric light flickered, colliding with the cyan blade sputtered from Jiaolong's body, and the low explosion continued.

Seeing the frog disappear in his hand, Zhongli Jiujian pointed at his chest, the black qi surging at his fingertips, the blood-red spear trembled suddenly, and his strength suddenly increased, looking at Peng Xinglai, who was shaking all around, and the dark yellow aura rolled over the waves with gloomy broken gold strangled towards the spear, the corners of Zhongli Jiu's mouth provoked,

"Old man, how many years of longevity do you have?"

The Pangu Divine Statue that Peng Xinglai had transformed had a gloomy face, and his thick palm was collided by the struggling Yin Qi aura on the spear, and the pieces of dark yellow aura dissipated, gradually revealing a thin palm.

Entering the demon with the vast Vientiane realm, a trace of yin and yang breath in the body that can attract the monarch's landing realm can only be cultivated, Zhong Lijiu's guy, he actually entered the demon with the monarch's realm, what will it be that he stole this time?

Audacious, King's Landing will die when he enters the devil, how did he escape with a trace of life?

The body of the Pangu god statue gradually shrank, and the dark yellow aura around his body continued to pour into his palms, and he collided with the blood-red spear with his true qi, and the spear struggled like a snake in the subtle and deep cracks around the body, and his true qi collided with one of them, and it dissipated, as if it was devoured alive.

What is this, only the blood qi in the sky, neither the pure yang qi nor the yin qi on the body of the fire phoenix behind him, is this the realm beyond the king's landing?

Trying his best to hold on, the sound of the fiery red long sword phoenix behind him gradually became low, the chain that trapped the long sword suddenly tightened, the phoenix roared hoarsely, the flames dissipated, Peng Xinglai smiled lowly, the chain cage was suddenly loosened, and the pitch-black chain flew from behind the Pangu statue, opening his teeth and claws, tightly entangled the black spear.

The sound of gold and iron clashing suddenly resounded, the iron cable was entangled, the blood gun roared endlessly, and the fine iron filings floating down on the iron cable fell to the ground, and disappeared in an instant, and the red blood gun was also in the sound, gradually becoming thinner and shorter.

In an instant, the chains around his body continued to turn into debris and scatter and fall, gradually leaving only a zhang long, and the blood spear was only seven inches left, like a dagger, and most of the scarlet demonic qi in the sky dissipated.

The Pangu statues around Peng Xinglai also faded, and Peng Xinglai, who only had a thin breath left around him, looked at Zhong Lijiu, who was still holding the sword, and smiled hoarsely,

"It seems that you are not satisfied with the incomplete Yin and Yang cultivation method, forcibly enter the demon to improve your skills, and the king will enter the demon, and life and death will not be up to you!"

The chain suddenly tightened, trapped into a ball, tightly locking the blood-colored dagger with the length of his palm, Peng Xinglai let go of his palm, took a deep breath, and looked at Zhong Lijiu on the lake, his fingertips flashing with faint starlight.

Zhong Lijiu lowered his sword finger slightly, stared at the glimmer of Peng Xinglai's fingertips, and said disdainfully,

"In the Spring and Autumn Period, your five great immortal sects collected the world's Dao canons, burned all the Yin and Yang cultivation methods, and wantonly hunted and killed people in the Dao Sect, why did you think it was too crowded on this day?"

Looking back at Penglai Shizhou, Peng Xinglai's face was gloomy, and when he heard Zhong Lijiu's words, he sneered,

"Mortal people, they want to compete with my Ancient Star Sect!"

"Hehe, hahaha"

As if hearing the world's biggest joke, Zhong Lijiu laughed in a low voice, and after a while, it turned into an arrogant laugh, with long hair fluttering on his sideburns, and his dragon eyes shining, looking down at the dry and thin immortal,

"Peng Xinglai, do you still remember your mortal name?"

His face was suddenly gloomy, and Peng Xinglai's fingertips were flickering, and the light was like a line, and it shot out, heading straight for Zhongli Jiu.

Zhongli Jiujian pointed at it and snorted coldly,

"Burn"

The blood-red in the chain froze for a moment, and suddenly the blood and qi boiled, turning into an egg-sized white light cluster, and the surface fluctuated like water, as if giving birth to infinite gravity, instantly tearing the chains around the body and quickly dissolving, and then suddenly shrinking to the size of a fingertip, and then exploding.

"Boom!"

The surging energy exploded, scattering several starlights, and the two of them flew out upside down after them, crashing into the mountains.

Zhong Lijiu was about to slam diagonally into the gravel at the foot of the mountain, his right hand stretched out, and the sword pointed at the black sword that was still floating behind Peng Xinglai.

"Ey, don't die. ”

The black sword trembled suddenly, the sword body suddenly became as red as the sun, and a clear phoenix roared sound, obliquely piercing Peng Xinglai's chest, and flew towards Zhongli Jiu at a rapid speed.

Raising his hand to catch the long sword, the blazing long sword stopped in the palm of his hand, and a faint warm breath wafted in, Zhongli Jiu laughed, and followed the long sword in his hand, crashing into the rocks at the foot of the mountain, and the rubble flew.

Heaven and earth seemed to be stagnant, and the figures of Tianwei Baihu and Wuli Baqi on the Penglai Stone Boat flashed and staggered, and they all stepped forward and looked sideways down.

On the shore of Peach Blossom Lake, there was a thin figure, the breath was drifting, Peng Xinglai showed his appearance, looked down at a scorched black mark on his chest, sighed, a pair of star eyes were quite lonely, raised his hands, and looked up at Penglai slowly falling in the air.

Ahem

A series of coughs rang out, mingled with the sound of rubble, and Zhongli Jiu struggled to his feet, holding one hand over his shoulder, where a starlight had escaped the blast had just pierced.

Looking at Zhong Lijiu, who was holding a sword in his hand, Peng Xinglai, the last generation sect leader of Penglai Immortal Sect, frowned slightly,

"You have a demonic energy hidden in your heart, even if you are lucky enough to escape the reverse, in the end, how can you deal with yourself?"

Gently stroking the long sword in his hand, the heat dissipated, stretched out his hand and made a move, opening the bottom of the heavenly rock, the dark scabbard flew over, Zhong Lijiu reached out to catch it, the long sword in his hand was sheathed, Zhong Lijiu bowed slightly, and said lightly,

"Don't work the sect master is worried, nine have their own place to go. ”

With a faint smile, Peng Xinglai turned around and walked into the air, all the way to the stone gate on the side wall of the stone boat, where an old monk in black stood at the door, and several figures flashed behind him.

The top of the head is smooth, the square bones between the forehead are like seals, the wrinkles are deep, it seems to be printed with words, and it is like a tiger forehead king, two triangular tiger eyes, as if it is sleeping and waking up, but it is difficult to hide the killing atmosphere, the fingers are thin and hard like steel, the index finger is gently shaken, and a string of prayer beads suddenly turns in circles,

"Grab my stupid boy?"

Even the sick tiger Yao Guangxiao came, he didn't know it for so long, staring at the pupils glowing with a faint golden light, Peng Xinglai sighed, ignored him, glanced at the cages that were frozen one after another on the side wall of the stone boat, and walked towards it.

Penglai Shizhou trembled and swayed, and began to shake and fall as the cages were frozen by the cold air spreading down from the Vermilion Bird.

The big thing has been decided, there are no casualties, Rouge stood on the edge of the stone boat, stroked the white tiger beside him, and saw the thin old man named Peng Xinglai walking up, and was about to rush forward with a knife.

In the last battle of the South China Sea, he was still a ground guard, and he was maliciously assigned to the mountains of Liaodong to find a ginseng doll, missed the battle, and held a grudge against the left commander for many years.

This time I finally caught up, but I feel that this immortal is not a big deal, and a few subordinates who look like dogs can't stand it at all, so how did the battle of the South China Sea suffer heavy casualties, could it be that this is a fake immortal?

The black-clothed monk followed the step, shook his head slightly to stop the rouge movement, and respected the old monk a lot, the rouge withdrew the scimitar and patted the head of the tiger next to him, and the white tiger raised his head and whined, and disappeared.

Looking at the old figure slowly walking to His Excellency Zhenjun, the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, Qi Chen was about to raise his hand to draw his sword with big eyes, Rouge flew over, grabbed Qi Chen's arm, and while he was still reacting, he raised his hand and threw it under the stone boat.

What a fool, Rouge shook his head, staring at Peng Xinglai who walked to his side, his breath dissipated, his face was blue and gray, the old age spots on his face were even deeper, and the scorched black scar on his chest.

Originally, if this wound had been in the prime of King's Landing, it should not have been fatal. The breath of yin and yang is in the body, and white flesh can be raw, even if the heart is broken and a breath of true qi is in the abdomen, it can live.

But now it seems that this old man should have been at the end of his life, and now the remaining wisp of breath can be used to survive, but he has no power to ascend to immortals.

"The children and grandchildren of the Zhu family are really good. ”

Peng Xinglai looked at the breezy rouge, shook his head and smiled bitterly, stretched out his hand to cut the ban outside the Zhenjun Pavilion, the light and shadow flashed, the little frog monk flashed, looked up and saw the old monk, he was immediately overjoyed, and was about to speak, glancing at the scorched black mark on Peng Xinglai's chest in front of him, his clear eyes condensed slightly, and then he put his hands together and read the scriptures in a low voice.

The crisp voice came out, the Dharma was boundless, mellow and quiet, Peng Xinglai sat down, the long life passed by, and finally only the cliff was left under the cliff mountain, the vast waves, the blood waves were rolling, and the layers of corpses were like waves, and the little monk was about to sink to the bottom of the sea, and a figure came from the sky, like a fairy.

After listening to "The Curse of Death" quietly for a while, Peng Xinglai smiled lightly, raised his hand and lightly pointed at the center of the frog's eyebrows, the faint light between his fingers flickered, and the slightest piece of gold swept into the little frog's body.

In one breath, the little frog closed its eyes, as if it was dizzy, spinning the world, and fell softly. Peng Xinglai caught the little frog, gently placed him on the ground, and looked at the end of the sky.

"What's the matter, you don't abide by the rules of your fairy gate?"

The first rule of the immortal gate, even if the sect is destroyed, it must not be leaked to the inheritance.

Peng Xinglai looked at Yao Guangxiao, smiled lightly, and pointed to the sleeping frog on the ground,

"He is my disciple. ”

"Isn't it the next generation of Peng Xinglai?"

Penglai Xingzong Peng Xinglai, looking at the black-skinned tiger in front of him, asked lightly,

"Are you Yao Guangxiao born to be a minister in troubled times?"

With the body of a subject, he was able to turn the sky and the sea upside down, instigated the rebellion of King Yan, single-handedly contributed to the Jingjing, disturbed the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty, and Yao Guangxiao, the minister of the troubled times.

Rouge's face was furious, his father Zhu Di was cold by nature, just concentrating on the cause of rebellion, after the death of his mother, in the Yanwang Mansion, the old monk brought him up, for the master and father for more than 20 years, the master was humiliated, and the apprentice avenged.

Rouge's wrist was slammed, and the scimitar was about to be unsheathed, the old monk slightly provoked the tiger's eye, shook his head at Rouge slightly, and didn't speak, just looked at Peng Xinglai lightly.

Looking up at the dim sky, Peng Xinglai's eyes were bright like stars,

"Why do you want to be an immortal? What is above the Nine Heavens? What is hidden in the "Escape from the Void" written by your old monk, you don't know yourself?"

"As long as the little monk goes down step by step, keeps asking, and one day looks up at the sky, he will always find his own way. ”

"Even if he is not called Peng Xinglai, he will let go of his mortal name, this is not a rule, it is a inheritance from the bottom of his heart. ”

"Little bald donkey, you can't stop it. ”

Seeing that Yao Guangxiao was just looking at himself faintly, and there was a faint golden light in the eyes of the pair of triangular tigers, Peng Xinglai smiled,

"Let's put the past in the red dust, and see that I am too clear in anger. ”