An island stretching for 100,000 miles, lush, presents a touching picture in this boundless blue sea, exciting not only the vivid green of the vegetation, but also the intimate atmosphere that permeates from the island - pure, warm, is the infinitely desirable Chinese atmosphere.

Murong Jiu and the others all showed joy on their faces, and flew for a long time, fighting with all kinds of Western creatures, and now the Huaxia World Realm will finally be in sight, and everyone is like an arrow, quickly passing over the sea, and heading straight for the island of the Huaxia Realm.

"Sanssouci Island. ”

Murong Jiu and his party landed on the island, and a stone tablet was clearly carved with the Chinese character "worry-free". Looking around the island, the palaces, manors, rocks, and forests all make people feel intimate and familiar, as if even the blowing sea breeze and the sky on the island make people feel refreshed.

"A few colorful butterfly girls, is there anything wrong?" When everyone was refreshed, Murong Jiu did not feel the joy of the five colorful butterflies, on the contrary, they were slightly uneasy, Murong Jiu's mind froze, and asked softly.

"In addition to the friendly atmosphere, this island also has a vague evil atmosphere, Murong Jiu, you must not take it lightly. The five colorful butterflies made a beautiful female voice and said.

"Yin and evil aura?"

Murong Jiu frowned slightly, his joy suddenly cooled by half, after a battle all the way, he gave a high evaluation of the strength of the five colorful butterflies, and he would not doubt their spiritual sense, but Sanssouci Island was bright and auspicious, and it was really difficult for him to understand.

"Maybe this is the hermitage of the demon monks, right?" Murong Jiu blinked his eyes, there were gods and demons in the Huaxia World Realm. There are good and evil, and perhaps Sanssouci Island is the residence of those outsiders.

"Perhaps. The five colored butterflies couldn't refute Murong Jiu's speculation, but their expressions didn't relax.

"Tweet ......"

A clear crane chirp echoed throughout Sanssouci Island, and an old man with white eyebrows flying from the depths of the island with a dusty whisk and fairy wind bones in his hand, stood on his right shoulder, a rare divine bird in the world of the Chinese world, with one leg, and on both sides behind him, followed by twenty Confucian scholars in green shirts, their men were handsome, and their women were beautiful, all of them were extraordinary.

The five colorful butterflies surged out of Dao divine power. They instantly appeared in front of Murong Jiu. Like a great enemy.

"A few girls, this is ......," Murong Jiu asked in surprise.

"Murong Jiu, quickly retreat!"

The five colorful butterflies looked at the white-eyed old man with crane hair and childish faces, and their expressions were extremely grim. Because under their powerful divine sense. Above the heads of the group of people in front of them, an endless amount of evil energy was rolling. This shows that they are by no means as peaceful as they seem.

Murong Jiu's heart was shocked, and the five colored butterflies on guard were on guard. He guessed that the old man in front of him would undoubtedly be the one who was fierce, and he didn't have time to retreat, and the master of Sanssouci Island in front of him had already come to a hundred zhang distance.

"There are friends from afar, Sanssouci Island is shining, and the contemptible people are snubbing you. The white-eyed old man swayed the dust, with a humble gesture, and said.

"The owner of the island is polite, I waited here to bother the owner, I am very sorry, and I will leave. Murong Jiu bowed his hand, since this place is not good, then retreat in time.

"Wait, you go here, but you don't enter the island, don't you laugh at me for being rude, please enter the island. "Sanssouci is hospitable and enthusiastic.

"The owner of the island is warmly invited, and we should be grateful, but the matter is urgent, we can leave if we have to, and we will definitely visit and say goodbye next time. "Murong Jiu tried his best to maneuver, and he couldn't get into your Sanssouci Island.

"Wait......" Sanssouci waved the dust and asked with a smile on her face again.

"Wait for your head...... Murong Jiu rolled his eyes, this carefree man obviously had bad intentions, he no longer made a false promise, and shouted angrily: "If you say that you are not available, you are not available, see you next time and say goodbye." ”

Like a cold wind blowing on their faces, everyone's expressions couldn't help but be stunned, they thought that Murong Jiu would definitely continue to hypocritically blame Yu Wuzi, but he unexpectedly went off the rails, and first made a reckless move without speculation, looking at his impatient appearance of flipping his eyes, he was so angry that Wuwuzi's eyebrows jumped, which was really stunned.

But Xue'er, Yue'er, and Luo Jiaqian among the crowd looked at Murong Jiu's eyes flashing with different colors, Murong Jiu's appearance was too familiar to them, his heart was originally cynical and reckless, and his thinking was even more whimsical and contrary to common sense. Now his expression made them know that Murong Jiu had come out of his negative state.

Indeed, Murong Jiu's trip to the West, he not only faced a life-and-death struggle, lost his life, and witnessed the fall of relatives and friends twice, his emotions were at a sad trough, even in the face of three young girls, he only forced a smile, and it was difficult to recover his true self. Now that the future is long and the responsibility is pressing, he is finally back.

Because of Murong Jiu's rude words, everyone suddenly fell into a tense situation, and as Sanssozi's face became more and more gloomy, the five colorful butterflies became more and more dignified. But Murong Jiu said hello and flew away, too lazy to take care of the iron-faced carefree man, cut, hypocritical old boy, look at your virtue, you want to invite us into the island and design a frame-up? Brother Jiu, I won't hang you!

"Stand still, don't know the number of etiquette, don't know whether you live or die, take your life to ......"

Behind Sanssouci, the only young man with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks came out of the crowd, he pounced on Murong Jiu with his teeth and claws, and grabbed Murong Jiu's throat with a blow of the dragon claw, wanting to pinch him to death with one claw, in order to show his extraordinary, and to bask in his manly style in addition to his appearance.

Dragon Claw Hand, this is an extraordinary attack technique in the Huaxia Realm, cultivated to the top realm, it can reach the level of tearing alive, comparable to the sharp claws of the Divine Dragon.

Murong Jiu shook his head at the five colored butterflies, stopping their attacks, while his body rushed forward, also using the dragon claw hand to face the dragon claw hand of the male man.

The five fingers formed claws like hooks, scattering a cold light, and the silent dragon chant sounded in the wind, and Murong Jiu raised his head to avoid the waving claws. His claws reached out, and with one claw tore the young man's internal organs...... Blood flowed and the young man died.

Murong Jiu's body had fused the flesh of a barbarian giant and a silver divine dragon, and after the condensation of the rainbow force, his physique had reached a considerable strength, and because his body contained the flesh and bones of the divine dragon, the dragon claw hand he used was even more powerful.

It was as if boundless thunder sounded in the air, and the space on this side fell into a dead silence for a moment, and everyone was surprised, this was not Murong Jiu's dragon claw hand to break the enemy with one blow, and the dragon was threatening. Instead, the corpse of the young man from Sanssouci Island who was caught to death by the dragon's claw hand had undergone a treacherous transformation.

The corpse that fell to the ground. His body was suddenly covered with thick scale armor, the blood that flowed out was a foul-smelling jet-black, his limbs were protruding with sharp toenails, and a crocodile tail protruding from his buttocks. Firstborn horns. Exposed fangs. He doesn't look like a human in any way, and he's an ugly beast.

"Western Demon?!" a gust of wind blew, and five colorful butterflies exclaimed in surprise.

Demon. The devil, this is a quintessential Western creature, is indisputable. However, the five colorful butterflies don't understand, what kind of demonic creature has such a realistic Chinese atmosphere and face?

Western Devils?

Murong Jiu's eyes flashed, he was a generation of angry youth, his self-aesthetic feelings made him unable to tolerate Western creatures tarnishing the excellent Chinese elements, the blood wings behind him were sharp, he frantically pounced on the demon corpse, holding a black wooden stick, he smashed it in the air, and smashed this ugly corpse into slag!

Raising his head and looking at Sanssouci and the others, his eyes were glowing with blood-red light, and a tragic aura surged around him, such a beautiful Huaxia element was polluted by such an ugly demon, he was angry, is this group of people in front of him also wearing the human skin of my Huaxia realm?

"Murong Jiu, you still need to calm down. ”

The five colored butterflies emitted a cool dew essence and merged into Murong Jiu's body, calming his boiling blood and manic emotions, the situation is still unknown, they have not yet understood the reason why the Western Demon turned into a Huaxia monk. Here, they always felt bursts of cold air coming, and they didn't want Murong Jiu to be angry and make things happen.

Calm down?

Murong Jiu smiled sadly, his heart was miserable, the vast Shenzhou, the style was endless, but under that glamorous reflection, how many pigs and dogs trampled on and bullied me?

They act recklessly, corrupt my Chinese customs, or hypocrites, or real villains, all of them are a high-minded and leisurely face?

In the era when backwardness is about to be beaten, how can hundreds, thousands, thousands, and hundreds of millions of Chinese people not be surging with passionate blood?

How can a group of ugly demons dressed in the skin of Chinese people not make people hate and complain heavily?

They are ugly, evil, and dirty, but they insult me in Huaxia, how can I be calm?

Anger and resentment arose from the bottom of his heart in waves and filled his heart, Murong Jiu's long hair flew up, and a bloody aura surged out of his body, his face was almost distorted, and green tendons appeared on the surface of his body. The black stick felt his mania, and let out a demonic howl with excitement.

Calm down? I can't calm down!

"Ahh

Murong Jiu no longer suppressed, he raised his head and let out a fierce roar, his body rushed forward at great speed, leaving a series of clear afterimages behind him, he raised his stick and smashed wildly, and the phantom of an evil dragon roared out from the black wooden stick, wrapped in the rolling demonic aura, and crashed into Sanssouci and the others.

The black wooden stick was re-refined by Gai Dongshan, and he captured the fierce dragon soul and tiger spirit in the Holy Dragon Garden, and imprisoned him in the black wooden stick, which increased the fierce demon level of the black wooden stick, and the power was too much better than before.

"Roaring ......"

A miserable wail sounded, and the soul of the evil dragon was scattered, but the demonic aura that overflowed was like a dragon whale swallowing it, and it was devoured alive by the black wooden stick, and it did not disappear in the sky and earth at all.

This is also another characteristic of the black wooden stick, the jet-black rod is carved with a hideous dragon head, its eyes are wide with anger, and the open dragon's mouth seems to swallow the endless demonic breath.

The blow did not make a difference, Murong Jiu attacked again, his right palm was fiercely pushed out, the earthy yellow light shone, and the earthy armor god was released out of the world realm in his palm, he held the Fang Tian painting halberd, swung the halberd and slashed horizontally, and a Xuanhuang divine light slashed forward.

Murong Jiu reborn the Tujia Shenren with his life essence and blood, he can completely communicate with the Tujia Shenren, and it can also be said that the Tujia Shenren is an immortal weapon that has been born and wise, and with a movement of his mind, Murong Jiu can do it like an arm.

Sanssouci is no longer calm, he can defeat Murong Jiu with a wave of his hand, but it is difficult to easily repel the Earth Armor Divine Man. He threw away the dust, and a mace suddenly appeared between his hands, and he smashed it wildly.

For Sanssouci, although the dust is good, but after all, it is not as good as a mace, no, his blow is quite domineering, and the evil attack energy is actually comparable to that Xuanhuang halberd light.

The brave man wins when he meets on a narrow road, and the current brave man is undoubtedly Murong Jiu, who was almost carried away by anger, bullying forward, he and the earth armor god man launched another attack at the same time, and the bombardment of two energies, one strong and one weak, immediately knocked Sanssouci out of the air. (To be continued......)