Wang Quanquan thanked Tang Bing, and was about to turn around to leave, when he suddenly remembered something, turned his head and said:

"Although I don't know what the predecessor has to do with Aunt Xuangu of Montenegro, she is facing a crisis right now, and a monk named Zhu Gang wants to deal with her."

Tang Bing's calm eyes suddenly burst into a cold light, "Zhu Yan, she is also worthy of the woman of this god?" ”

Wang Quanquan was not interested in understanding the emotional entanglements of these old guys, so he hugged his fists again and said goodbye, Tang Bing said at this time:

"Since then, it has been a long time to go to the east road, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to reach with the cultivation of the two of you, you have done this god so much, and let me give you a ride."

Tang Bing's left hand grasped the sky, and his right hand stretched out to the ground, and two invisible breaths gathered between his palms.

This is the innate turbid qi, and when the two are combined, it is chaos, and only the ancient saints can display it.

Tang Bing fused the two groups of aura together and slowly sent them to Wang Quanquan's side.

"This chaotic qi can help you break through the spatial limit and go to the eastern part of Shura in an instant, and no one can stop you."

Looking at the ancient god with a slightly tired face, Wang Quanquan knew that this great gift was not light, and said respectfully:

"Thank you, senior."

……

Wang Quanquan and Suzaku were surrounded by a layer of light and chaotic qi, and the surroundings were still at this moment.

The king's authority felt a little, closed his eyes, and the divine consciousness meridian air membrane was infinitely magnified, and in an instant, he traveled to the entire Shura.

Several ancient gods in the realm sensed him and raised their heads, and when the royal authority saw this, they hurriedly restrained their minds so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

Targeting a plain in the east, his heart moved, and he disappeared in an instant.

Two figures, one green and one red, appeared in the eastern gentle grassland, and the scenery in front of her suddenly changed, and the little girl was still a little dazed, turning her head to look around.

Wang Quanquan was immersed in the strange state of the chaotic qi just now, and this feeling of being so sudden was very similar to the original fugue spell, but this time it could be combined with the physical body.

They stood in a black meadow, and the king squatted down, plucked a blade of grass and put it in the palm of his hand.

When the black leaves are plucked, they first curl and twist, then turn a little gray, and finally turn into fly ash and dissipate into the wind.

Not a single grass or tree in the Shura realm can be measured by common sense.

The little girl seemed to be enjoying the place, stepping barefoot on the grass.

It is a gentle touch to the feet, and the black grass that is stepped on will tremble slightly, scratching the soles of the feet.

She couldn't help but laugh:

"It's a great place here, and my mother has decided to live here in the future."

Wang Quanquan smiled and walked forward.

There are all kinds of animals passing by in the grassland from time to time, and the cultivation is generally not high, and they live comfortably here, and they are not hunted and killed by powerful monsters.

To be precise, there is no trace of the Great Demon and the Evil Cultivator within a radius of 5,000 miles.

This place belongs to Lingyun, less than three thousand miles away from the mountain gate, and I think the two of them will soon attract attention.

……

Suzaku flew on the grass and chased an unlucky rabbit, perhaps in order to adapt to the environment, the rabbit was as black as charcoal, but there was a little whiter of the eyes, and it was not easy for the little girl to see it in the grass.

Wang Quanquan continued to move forward, pinching the trick in his hand, and every time his finger fell, a part of his body changed, and by the end, he had completely become a normal monk.

Suzaku finally caught the rabbit, raised his ears and turned his head to show off, but when he saw the king's authority, he was stunned and asked:

"Who are you?"

"Your mother." The king's voice was flat.

The little girl immediately understood, circled around him, and said:

"Not bad, it's much more pleasing to the eye than before."

The soul lock bead on Wang Quanquan's waist flashed, and Fan Yanda's dissatisfied voice came out:

"Dead girl, who is ugly?"

"It's you, your thin arms and legs are green, and the toads are better looking than you."

"Little girl with no eyes, I'm afraid you don't know how handsome I used to be."

"Are you practicing evil skills and hallucinating?"

The two of them quarreled fiercely, and there was a sudden sound of breaking the air in the eastern sky, and when he looked up, he saw three figures coming from the sword.

It's been a long time since I've seen such a retro scene, and today's young people, relying on their ability to fly, specialize in all kinds of strange poses.

Flying on their stomachs, lying down, cross-legged, and head-down......

In the words of the older generation of monks, one generation is not as good as the next.

Three figures came to the top in an instant, two men and one woman, all of whom were at the pinnacle of Mahayana.

The man at the head is dressed in a plain robe, with a high crown of hair, and his clothes fluttering in the wind, coupled with his good looks, showing the demeanor of the immortals, which is the demeanor of the older generation of monks.

The king's authority against the body of the evil cultivator will always cause misunderstanding, so he made preparations in advance, and his transformation technique can even hide the Holy Void, and it is expected that he will not be able to see a flaw in several Mahayana periods.

Without waiting for the other party to ask, Wang Quanquan took the lead in clasping his fists and saluting:

"Zhao Zhiyi, a junior of the Lingyun Sect, has seen three seniors."

The man's original prepared questioning words fell short, but his serious face softened a little:

"Are you a disciple of the Spirit Yun Sect?"

"Go back to your predecessors and learn from the previous head Li Changsheng."

"Who is the head of the Spirit Yun Sect now?"

"Xu Junyu."

When the middle-aged man heard this, his face was slightly moved, he pressed the long sword and came to the young man, patted him on the shoulder like a kind elder, and said:

"When you come here, you will be treated as if you are returning to the Lingyun Sect......"

As soon as he was halfway through the words, the man's face changed suddenly, and the long sword on his waist was unsheathed and pointed at the junior in front of him and said:

"You practiced sorcery?"

"Seniors listen to me explain ......"

The woman behind her, who had never spoken, interrupted:

"Hugh is talking nonsense, everyone who came here has made a big mistake, how can the Lingyun Sect cultivate a monk like you?"

What had been a harmonious scene a moment ago has become a mortal enemy at this moment.

……

The weapons were all stabbed out, Wang Quanquan hurriedly retreated and dodged, and the little girl Suzaku saw that the situation was not good, and she cried out her original form, and spit out a ball of fire condescendingly.

Wang Quanquan retreated while parrying, and there were bursts of helplessness in his heart.

These old guys are really black and white and hot-tempered, and it is no wonder that they became chess pieces to sweep away the five immortal clans for the Immortal Emperor back then.

The Mahayana woman used a long streamer, which was beautifully crafted and extremely tough, and the Suzaku was firmly tied in a few fights.

The streamers tightened more and more, and Suzaku had no choice but to turn into a human form.

Taking advantage of the moment when the streamer was exposed, the little girl deftly drilled out of it, opened her small mouth and spit out, and a small ball of fireball smashed towards the other party.

On the other side, Wang Quanquan faced the siege of two men alone, and in the exhaustion of coping, he once again used the transformation technique on himself.

Two arms quickly sprouted between his ribs, a stone spear in both hands, a sword in the other, and a shield in the other.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man snorted coldly and said:

"And say that you are not an evil cultivator?"

"You'll listen to me."

"Don't talk nonsense, just be arrested, and go back with us to be tried."

Another young man stabbed with a sword.

Wang Quanquan was finally beaten out of anger, raised his shield to block it, his figure flashed, and there was an extra clone.

The clone raised his hands, his eyes flashing with red light, and countless black vines spread outward from behind him, and at the same time, a large earthy yellow river appeared in the sky.

The river was rushing, and it was full of bones and flesh, and the smell was unpleasant, accompanied by the howling of ghosts and wolves.

This technique is called Huangquan!

…… (End of chapter)