Chapter Eighty-Three: Let the Master Load
By the time Jiang Qi entered the cave, the mad monk had just put away his tattered fan.
And the whole cave has become clean and clean, without the slightest filth.
This is very different from the scene Jiang Qi saw in his divine consciousness before, and it was obviously the mad monk who took action to clean it up.
"Senior, is this erasing the evidence?"
Jiang Qi walked to the side of the mad monk and said, "Those demons eat people, but they won't eat so cleanly. β
"Little friend, things are not what you think."
The mad monk got up in a rare seriousness, looked ahead, and said, "Even if Rouge enters the Shura Dao, he can't watch such a tragic situation happen in front of him. β
"Your fiancΓ©e and her fiancΓ© are right in front, just take a look at it."
Jiang Qi didn't answer, he took the lead, and after passing the mad monk, he came to the corner of the cave, and further inside, there was the marriage room.
However, before the mad monk could keep up with Jiang Qi's footsteps, he found that Jiang Qi had retreated again.
The eyes that looked at him were filled with extremely strange emotions.
Mercy, mockery.
"The seniors should go in and see it themselves, and the juniors should not mix."
Jiang Qi silently took two steps back and gave way to the mad monk.
The mad monk walked in silence.
It's really a matrimonial room.
Lights are displayed everywhere, the ground is colorful, and the light shines through the red lantern skin, illuminating an extremely ambiguous red halo.
Rouge sat on the marriage bed like this, wearing only a pair of embroidered shoes, and crossed Erlang's legs.
Beside her, there was a young man lying on his back on the bed, seemingly unconscious, with a pair of big dark circles under his eyes, and the whole person was described as withered.
It was Huang Tianjue.
"You're here?"
After Rouge saw the mad monk, he smiled very charmingly, waved his hand at the mad monk, and said with a smile: "Don't you think it's embarrassing for me to appear here?" β
"Or still"
Rouge licked her red lips and whispered, "You want to come too?" β
"It's a pity that I'm not in the mood right now."
"Oh yes, our great monk, not stained with dust, should not know these pickled things, need me to explain to you, why am I not interested now?"
Rouge said embarrassed, but he was generous, sitting there without moving, his expression was charming, but the mockery and hatred in his eyes were so obvious.
"Li Xiuyuan, you shouldn't come."
The mad monk was silent, stepped forward, tore off a piece of red silk, and draped it over Rouge's body.
Rouge didn't stop it, just looked at the red silk on his body and sneered: "Fake affection, do you think it's necessary?" β
"You shouldn't be doing what you do."
The mad monk was silent for a long time, and then said.
"Hahahahaha!!"
Rouge seemed to have heard an extremely funny joke and said, "Li Xiuyuan, you don't think that I did all this to anger you, right?" β
"I should have complimented you, but you're wrong, I did it just because I enjoyed it."
As he spoke, Rouge looked at Huang Tianjue, who was unconscious.
Finger pointed at Huang Tianjue's forehead and said with a smile: "This is a golden immortal, an immortal, although his qualifications are not very good, but his foundation is very thick. β
"At the beginning, he was so stupid that I was here for four months before he was squeezed dry."
"It's a great meal."
The mad monk didn't speak, just lowered his eyes and sighed.
"So you did it all?"
Jiang Qi walked in at some point, looking at Rouge indifferently.
"Not to mention that you are guilty of this Huang Tianjue, but you are to blame, and you can't complain about others."
"It's not a trivial matter to say that you gather demons in the name of a wedding and let the demons eat people here."
"The temple is wrong."
Rouge shook his head, not as surprised by Jiang Qi's appearance, and said with a smile: "Even if I don't come and don't hold this wedding, the demons here will still eat people." β
"The difference is just how much you eat and which demon's mouth you eat."
"There are a lot of things like this in Beiju Luzhou, Miao Zhu, can you manage it?"
"Zheng"
The sword light flickered, and the Tai'a sword in Jiang Qi's hand was already on Rouge's neck.
"Then it's up to you."
Jiang Qi also said with a smile.
The mad monk's gaze looked at the Tai'a Sword, his pupils constricted for a moment, and he raised his hand to block between Jiang Qi and Rouge.
"Senior, is this to protect her?"
Jiang Qi spoke, but the mad monk didn't answer, just lowered his eyes.
Seeing this, Jiang Qi slowly withdrew the Tai'a sword in his hand.
Rouge didn't say anything from beginning to end, just smiled: "Don't you know that Miao Zhu doesn't know the truth of pulling out the radish and bringing out the mud?" β
"It's easy for you to kill me, but behind me, there's more."
Before he finished speaking, the mad monk suddenly raised his head and looked in a certain direction.
His gaze seemed to pass through the cave and lock on to something.
Jiang Qi also seemed to feel something, looked at the mad monk, and asked, "The person behind the scenes is here?" β
"No, at most, it's a car and horse artillery on the surface."
The mad monk shook his head and didn't say much, just flicked the sleeves of his robe.
The space was in a trance, and when Jiang Qi reappeared, he was already on the top of Yinyan Mountain.
And beside Jiang Qi, there are mad monks and rouge.
Rouge still had a smile on his face, and he wanted to say something, but neither Jiang Qi nor the mad monk cared.
The two of them stared straight ahead.
On the heavenly dome in the extreme distance, a black gold light galloped forward, and the speed was so fast that it had exceeded Jiang Qi's divine sense exploration speed.
In the blink of an eye, the black gold demon light crossed an unknown number of miles and fell straight in front of everyone.
The figure was three feet tall, but it was not cumbersome, the flesh and bones were tight, the body was slender, and the most striking thing was that on the back, a large black feather wing extended to the left and right.
The wings spread out, much larger than the main body of the figure, and the feathers were like sharp blades, revealing a reflection like black glass in the sunlight.
The black and golden light of Fang Cai must have been produced by the instigation of the wings to fly.
"Taiyi Golden Immortal."
Jiang Qi's eyebrows opened a vertical eye, and after glancing at the figure, he determined the other party's cultivation, because the other party did not have the slightest intention of covering up.
It is worth mentioning that although this monster manifests the cultivation of Taiyi Golden Immortal, it is not a human appearance, but a hideous eagle head, a prominent beak, and a faintly visible fine fangs.
In addition, the strange hands are also like eagle claws, black and hard, and they look withered as if they are skin to the bone, but Jiang Qi has no doubt that under this pair of claws, piercing the clouds and breaking the mountains is just idle.
The demon clan, with a part of the true appearance of the Taiyi Golden Immortal powerhouse.
Adding up these two keywords, Jiang Qi roughly knows who this monster is in front of him, and he also knows where it belongs.
"So it's you little bird doing something."
The mad monk regained his lazy and scoundrel look, and gently shook the fan in his hand.
"Descending the dragon Arhat, I have admired the name for a long time."
The strange grin, surprisingly mad.
With a shake in his hand, a Fang Tian halberd appeared, and said, "Luohan, you are a person of pure cultivation, you shouldn't be in this quagmire, retreat." β
"Oops~"
The mad monk waved his hand and said with a smile: "One of the great sages of the demon clan, the famous Great Sage Peng Demon King, when did he speak so well?" β
This sentence not only ridiculed the other party, but also broke the identity of the other party.
Sure enough, it was.
Jiang Qi thought silently in his heart.
Today's demon clan, the strongest force supporting the field on the surface, is an alliance headed by the Bull Demon King, with a total of six leaders, who call each other brothers, and this Peng Demon King is one of them.
As for the shouting of the Great Sage, it is also related to the black history of Sun Wukong.
These six demon kings should have been seven, and Sun Wukong ranked seventh.
And the most typical characteristic of these six demon kings is that they obviously all have the cultivation of Taiyi Golden Immortal, but every time they go out to walk, they will not completely turn into human appearances, and they will retain some of their ontological characteristics.
To this day, it can be regarded as the "business card" of these six demon kings.
Well, the root of this problem is also in Sun Wukong's body.
Seeing the mad monk say this, the Peng Demon King was not annoyed, and his eyes fell on Jiang Qi's body.
"If the dragon descending Arhat doesn't leave, you little doll won't go either? Aren't you afraid of harming the pond fish? β
When Jiang Qi heard this, he smiled and said: "Xiaodao is a small force, so he is naturally not the opponent of the Peng Demon King, but Xiaodao's master is barely a master. β
"It also gave Xiaodao some confidence."
Come on, Taiyi Golden Immortal Demon King, a great sage, such a big name.
Give me a touch.
Don't say that Yang Jian, who has now entered the threshold of Da Luo with half a foot, even if it is Yang Jian before, in the entire Three Realms, within the Taiyi Golden Immortal, there are only three opponents when they are full.
Is there a Peng Demon King among them?
Excuse me, but what kind of shockwave was that? Don't touch porcelain.
The expression of the Peng Demon King remained unchanged, in the end, it was the demon king who had accumulated years, and the city still had this.
"You don't know how to be polite, my seventh brother and your master don't know each other, but they can talk about brothers. Speaking of which, I'm also your uncle, and I'm not polite? β
Peng Demon King changed his words.
"Then may I ask the Peng Demon King, where were you and your five brothers when Uncle Sun rebelled against the sky?"
Jiang Qi's fluttering words pressed the Peng Demon King back.
On seniority?
Okay, let's see if you have that big face.
The Peng Demon King frowned, stopped speaking, and suddenly waved the Fang Tian halberd in his hand.
"Whew!"
The wind suddenly rose, and as soon as it sounded, the Peng Demon King had already arrived in front of the mad monk.
The heavenly halberd was wrapped in a fierce black mang, with a top-down momentum, with the posture of overwhelming Mount Tai, and wanted to split the mad monk in half.
The mad monk's expression became solemn, and when he couldn't make a move, he blocked the blow with the pu fan in his hand.
"Boom!!"
Jiang Qi didn't know how these two people were fighting, but the entire Yinyan Mountain sank in half because of this.
The Peng Demon King missed a blow, and did not pursue, but put away Fang Tian's halberd and looked at the mad monk indifferently.
At this time, the fan in the hand of the mad monk had been shattered.
He is not a dragon descending arhat after all, although the cultivation of the mind is amazing, but the current mad monk is still far from Dacheng.
Not to mention, the opponent is still a peerless demon king killed by a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
This time, it was the mad monk who suffered a dark loss.
"Little ghost, if you don't leave, you will die here."
The Peng Demon King's scarlet eyes looked at Jiang Qi.
It's in a hurry.
Jiang Qi didn't panic at all, thinking so in his heart.
Forcing me away, seems important to it?
As soon as he thought of this, Jiang Qi smiled slightly.
"I'm not leaving, you can kill me."
"It's better to be thorough, crush the bones and scatter the ashes, and even the true spirit will be worn away."
Jiang Qi was very considerate and gave advice on how to clean himself.
"Humph!"
"You think I don't dare!"
Peng Demon King snorted coldly, and before he saw how to move, the Fang Heavenly Halberd had already arrived in front of Jiang Qi's face!
Jiang Qi didn't hide at all, just watched with a smile.
"Poof."
There was a soft thud.
Peng Demon King's attack was once again blocked by a fan.
It's just that this time the fan is not a pu fan, but a folding fan.
The owner of the folding fan was a very heroic young man.
The young man was dressed in a white cannon and covered with a large coat embroidered with gold patterns on a black background, and his hem was hunting in the wind.
The hair is only tied up in half with a hairpin, and the back half is flying in the wind, adding three points of unruliness.
In the center of the eyebrows, a silver vein, like a third eye.
"You want to kill Yang Jian's disciple?"
"Do you want to crush bones and ashes and destroy the true spirit?"
The young man asked lightly.
It was obviously a demon body that was invulnerable to cold and heat, but the Peng Demon King felt that his back had been wet with cold sweat at this time.
Jiang Qi behind Yang Jian smacked his lips.
In the end, I still let the master pretend.
(End of chapter)