A farce that frightened Shifang Pavilion was over, and the mountain newspaper did not hype about the death of the Five Thunder Heavenly Officials.

In the end, he finished with a sentence: 'The devil Chu Shi Shanhe was knocked down by the five thunder heavenly officials Chen Cheng with a punch and knocked down the mass grave. And the end can be regarded as a satisfactory end for all parties.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye, and a ferry boat that had docked at Taifan Mountain for two days finally set sail.

This ferry is actually not a serious cloud ferry, it is more appropriate to say that it is a cargo ship. In fact, this cargo ship does not need to go to Tai'an Mountain, but the little marquis of the southern country personally ordered this cargo ship named 'Fan Zhong' to take a long detour to Tai'an Mountain, but very few people know about it.

There was a black-robed man sitting cross-legged on the pillar used to fix the sails on Fan Zhong, and there were many people on the mountain who behaved strangely, and Fan Zhong's crew was only regarded as the honored guests of the little marquis, and he didn't pay too much attention to it after a hasty glance, for fear of attracting the disgust of others.

The black-robed man had a strangely shaped pitch-black straight knife on his lap, and the only characteristic of this knife was that it was hard, particularly hard.

What happened in the dust that covered the entire Shifang Pavilion at that time, no one in this world would know except this black-robed man.

But at this moment, Chu Shishanhe, who was wrapped in a black robe, was in a state of turmoil.

Chu Shi, who was excluded by his family and exiled from the outside world, and his thoughts were still clear, and he was in a mess all the time, and his mind was like a mess, and he couldn't untie it.

Chu Shishanhe sat alone on the pillar of the boat in this room, and sat for three days.

Chu Shi Shanhe couldn't understand why Chen Cheng would let his knife stab him in the chest.

Why did he Chen Cheng put a 'soul-shaking thunder' on himself after the victory and defeat had been divided, so that he who fell into the mass grave would not be disturbed by the resentment that covered the sky and the sun, or simply wanted to shatter the heart of Chu Shi's mountains and rivers.

Why did the indefatious Hou Bansu spend his 'family money' to jump off the mass grave with countless bones and carry himself up, but he didn't take 'Zhu He'.

You must know that at that time, if Hou Bansu wanted to kill the killer, even if he was awake in that situation, he was helpless.

This is not in line with the 'rules' of the demon race, and it is extremely unattached.

It was rare for Mu Ying to stand on the observation deck that was not considered an observation deck, and looked up at the black-robed man sitting on the pillar of the boat, even if it was the little marquis of Mu Wangfu, who was known as the first mansion in the world, how could he have seen such a scene.

Behind the black robe, a pair of flowing fire black feathers loomed, the pair of wings was huge, almost the size of half a ferry, Chu Shishan and the river shouldered the sun and the moon, and was surrounded by extremely small thunder, like white silk cutting the void, all of which were mysterious and extremely subtle.

Mu Qiu, who also felt something strange, put down the yellowed ancient scroll in his hand, looked up at the unscrupulous guy on the pillar of the ship who should have died in the mass grave of the Shifang Pavilion, frowned and let all the crew members on the deck enter the cabin.

"People are looking for a secluded cave to break through the realm, for fear of being disturbed, you might as well sit in the clouds, and you don't feel the wind blowing loudly."

Mu Qiu, who had already checked the background of Chu Shishanhe's family, said: "After all, he was suppressed by the bottleneck for six or seven years in the golden period, and now he is like a dam that is about to overflow, and the ditches have been dredged hundreds of times, and it is almost time to open the gate and release the water." ”

Mu Ying thought this analogy was very interesting, so she continued to ask, "What will happen after the water is released." ”

"The aura will pour into all the meridians, opening up all of its acupuncture points in an instant, and penetrating the heavens and the earth." The old man Mu Qiu pointed to his lower abdomen dantian with his index finger and slowly raised his hand along the body, and finally pointed his right hand to the sky: "In history, someone took this step to become a king." ”

Mu Ying pondered her chin and looked at Chu Shishan River at the top of the ferry again, "Uncle Qiu, do you think he can get there?" ”

Mu Qiu thought for a while and gave an ambiguous answer: "Then it depends on how much he can meditate." ”

Before the words fell, the originally calm clouds suddenly blew violently, and the sea of white clouds in the sky suddenly turned black, and from time to time there were dazzling white thunderbolts exploding.

Fan Zhong was crumbling, the master of the cabin, and he didn't dare to rush to the deck to stabilize the ferry in the face of the sudden shaking, so he could only hold on to the pillar and pray that the little marquis would not be hurt, as for those goods, bullshit goods.

If it were common to encounter this kind of bad weather, all the staff would have already moved, and those who should tie the goods should tie the goods, and those who should go to collect the sails should collect the sails. It's just that it's very likely that the scene above is tossed out at the moment, and it's really hard for them to go out.

The two people who stood on the ferry did not move at all, and they still looked at the Chu Shishan River on the top of the pillar.

Probably because he felt that he couldn't go, Mu Qiu raised his feet lightly, and the ferry boat, which was originally shaking like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, did not move at all, and was as stable as Mount Tai.

Mu Qiu, who felt more and more strange, tried hard to recall the chaotic lineage characteristics of the demon clan, could it be that he was really the third little son of the Winged Demon Clan who had been missing for three years as the secret report said?

Six years ago, it was difficult to cultivate by half an inch, is it possible to press it all now? If it was deliberate and only, Mu Qiu, who was familiar with the three thousand Dao Prefectures, really couldn't imagine that anyone else could know about this kind of secret law book that had been lost for nearly a million years.

Finally, the pair of illusory wings that had been silent for a long time began to fanfle.

One, two, three... Ten times... Hundreds, thousands, thousands.

The movement of the wings is getting bigger and faster. But the originally illusory wings have become more and more condensed.

With the flapping of the wings, the wind between the clouds became stronger and stronger, and gradually countless dark clouds were attracted by the wind like whales, and they were all swallowed by the pair of flowing fire black feathers.

Mu Ying was dumbfounded, what is this?

In an instant, Mu Qiu, who was charitable, turned out to be murderous.

"Uncle Qiu, just look at it, this kind of scene will only appear once in tens of thousands of years, and it can't be ruined."

Mu Qiu glanced down at Mu Ying, who was still amazed, took a step back and let go of half of his body, and bowed his head to apologize: "It's the old slave who is stingy." ”

Mu Ying didn't bother with this chief manager who didn't know how many years he had been in his own house, and still looked at Chu Shishan and He on the pillar of the boat in surprise.

The little boy in front of him, who is not yet his shoulder height, is only eighteen years old this year, and he is one year younger than the nineteen-year-old Chu Shishanhe. But like Hou Ye, he can block the ups and downs outside the door.

Finally, the pair of flowing fire black feathers that didn't know how many dark clouds they had devoured finally slowed down the speed of devouring, but this also showed that this demon who had been spinning around at the gate of the Netherworld Mansion was finally about to break through the 'retreat' for three days.

Suddenly, Chu Shi's mountains and rivers soared into the sky, plunging headlong into an endless sea of black clouds.

The mountains and rivers of Chu Shi, who wantonly exuded coercive spiritual power in the sea of clouds, attracted countless thunderbolts and poured them on himself.

But Chu Shi Shanhe's expression became more and more resolute, and Chu Shi Shanhe remembered that this was called opening wings, which was a baptism unique to the Wing Demon Clan.

Legend has it that the Winged Demon will be born twice in his life, the first time is when he is born in this world and experiences life as a demon. The second time is to spread the wings and soar above the nine heavens, which is to open the wings.

Finally, Chu Shishan River broke through the endless sea of clouds, black clothes and black feathers, standing on the white and flawless sea of clouds, with a clear blue sky on his head, and he was the only one between the sky and the sea.

Unconsciously, the black feather of flowing fire behind him has been completely condensed.

The dark clouds gradually dispersed, and there was a person standing on the ferry, squatting and a person waiting for the Chu Shishan River that was gone.

On the top of the pillar of the ship is a black straight knife that I don't know how many thousand years have been cut as a woodcutter, which is known as King Kong is unbreakable.

"Why hasn't that kid come back yet? You won't be killed by the thunder in the sky. Mu Ying was almost tired of standing, sat cross-legged on the deck, and continued to look at the dazzling white thunder that appeared on the dark clouds like black ink, and finally showed a smile after a long time: "It's here." ”

The sea of clouds, which had long since rained and cleared, stirred up again, and a black shadow broke through the clouds, smashing a large hole in the thick white clouds that had been laid overhead.

Chu Shishanhe, who retracted his wings and jumped above the sea of clouds, quickly spread his wings when he was about to reach the ferry, stopped his body and landed smoothly on the pillar.

Mu Ying tilted her head and quietly looked at Chu Shishan and He pretending to be forced.

Collecting his wings, Chu Shi Shanhe put Zhu He on his back again, jumped in front of the two of them, pushed forward with his hands stacked, and then bent down to make a thank-you salute, the first time he did it, Chu Shi Shanhe always felt that something was not quite right, and asked, "No problem, right?" ”

Mu Ying quipped: "It would be better if you bent a little lower." ”

Chu Shishanhe did not hesitate to reward him with a white eye.

Mu Ying suddenly remembered the tattered Hou who knocked on the door of Duobao Zhai late at night with Chu Shishan River behind his back: "The tattered Hou said that the conference in Tai'an Mountain was too boring, and there was no oil and water to fish, so he didn't go, and asked you to take it easy, saying that you don't need to deliberately go to him, and when you run out of money or be chased or killed, you will go to the demon clan to find you to collect debts." ”

Chu Shishanhe blurted out: "He didn't say how much money I would have to charge for this life." ”

Mu Ying's face was full of fun: "I said it, how could I not say it." After speaking, he didn't forget to slowly stretch out a finger.

Chu Shishanhe helplessly supported his forehead: "Ten thousand Qiankun jade? That kid is too ruthless. ”

Mu Ying stretched out a finger and shook it.

The frightened Chu Shishanhe was stunned: "It won't be a million." ”

Mu Ying, who still shook her fingers, said helplessly: "I said Chu Shi Shanhe, you kid is too narcissistic." ”

"Your life is worth a copper plate, very cheap, people will accept you a copper plate when they say it, and you still owe him twenty-six Qiankun jade zeros... A copper plate. Mu Ying said and didn't forget to shake that finger in front of Chu Shishanhe.

“… Gone, no more playing. Chu Shishanhe bypassed Mu Ying and went directly into the cabin.

Mu Ying secretly turned her head to look at the cabin, and turned her head with a crying face: "Uncle Qiu, where are the wings, I also want one, it must be bigger than that bastard of Chu Shi Shanhe, and it is best to be golden and can flash the dog eyes of Chu Shi Shanhe." ”

Mu Qiu was dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.

Anyway, Childe is a little more 'lively' than before.

There was no trouble to worry about, and Mu Qiu released the crew. Although Fan Zhong did not have any losses, the bump made the ferry chaotic, which was enough to keep a dozen crew members busy for a while.

Mu Qiu looked at the distance ahead, a little worried: "I'm afraid I won't be able to start in time." ”

As the date progressed, Tai'an Mountain became more and more lively, and most of the racial sects had already arrived, looking forward to this earth-shattering conference.

A golden dragon scale chariot has reached the foot of Tai'an Mountain, four golden dragon scale horses, the wall of the car is embossed with gold dragon patterns, this car than Chu Shishan River half a day earlier from Daming City, now has arrived at Tai'an Mountain.

Unlike the other guests, this time standing at the foot of the mountain was a handsome Taoist priest.

The biggest difference between this Taoist priest and other Taoist priests is that he is wearing a snow-white gossip robe, which is extremely eye-catching among the Taoist priests in green shirts all over the mountain, in fact, the most inconspicuous but the most transgressive is the green jade lotus crown with a bundle of hair on his head, which has three layers and nine petals.

There was a young Taoist standing next to the white-shirted Taoist priest, but the green robe and cloud crown were very regular, but he was as simple as a wooden box, which could hardly hide the young Taoist's pearl and jade glow.

The golden dragon scale chariot stopped in front of the Tai'an Mountain archway, and the two Taoists who had been waiting for a long time couldn't help but look at the chariot.

The golden velvet curtain was lifted, and a young man in a snowsuit of eighteen or nineteen got out of the car, followed by a purple-clothed monk.

"But the third prince of the dragon rebellion of the True Dragon Realm, and Ziyu Zhenjun?" The white-robed Taoist priest bent down and saluted: "I am the sixth disciple of the ancestor of Tai'an Mountain, and the Taoist name is happy. ”

The green-shirted Taoist beside him was also a gift: "Little Jiang Ziwang, Yunmeng Daze Jiang family." ”

After the young man whose real name was Long Yi returned the salute, he stared at Jiang Ziwang and asked, "You are the proud of the Jiang family?" ”

Jiang Ziwang smiled and nodded.

Long Wei turned his head to look at his master, and Ziyu Zhenjun nodded.

The dragon worshiped Jiang Ziwang and performed a late birth ceremony, but Jiang Ziwang accepted it calmly.

Everything can only be understood, not spoken.

"Two mountain please." The last pleasure spoke.

Ziyu Zhenjun flicked his sleeves and rolled the dragon scale chariot into his sleeve along with four priceless dragon scale horses.

"Please."

Yile led the way by climbing the mountain, Jiang Ziwang walked side by side, and the third prince of Long and Ziyu Zhenjun followed.