Today's sunrise is very different from the usual.

The rising sun shone on the churning water of the Poison Dragon River, and the river did not turn as white as usual, nor did it reflect ten thousand golden waves like the peak of the sun, only a touch of crimson in the center of the river.

At first, it was just the middle of the river, and it was a bloody color in the depths.

Soon, the color of the clotted blood began to spread, and wisps of bright color swam away, and soon, the entire river turned bright red.

The fog in the middle of the canyon did not dissipate as before, as if it had been pushed and compressed into the sky above the river.

The waves were surging and stained the white mist over the river red.

Eventually, the fog filled the air, and it was impossible to tell where there was water and where there was fog.

A bright red river like a blood mist lay across the nine peaks.

Zhang and Long plunged their swords into the blood mist.

The inside of this crimson mist is not like the usual obstruction of the view when looking in from the outside. The moment you get into the fog, the visibility instantly becomes much higher.

On the riverside wharf, dozens of half-demon men and women lined up to greet each other.

The periphery was scattered and scattered, flying from the sky one after another, and there were hundreds of cultivators from the outside world who had entered the range of blood mist.

"There are so many people, what are python poisons and medaka going to do!" Zhang Yan was shocked and secretly thought to himself.

There are still cultivators flying in one after another, although most of the cultivators are not high, but with the passage of time, the number of cultivators who have reached the cultivation of divine light has gradually approached a hundred.

Among the people I had seen before, Tang Xiaofei was nowhere to be seen. Only half of the group of divine lights gathered by Lao Yajian were mixed in the crowd, and when they saw Zhang Yan's gaze, they hid. Lao Yajian himself was not present. Among the three monks of the Manna Realm that day, only Song Shangzhi was far away from Zhang and Long, standing alone and standing on the other side of the crowd.

The waves melted and the fog flew away.

The river is gradually decreasing, and when you stand in the blood mist, you can gradually lose the boundary between the fog and the blood water.

Turning flowers in the fog, pushing the waves.

Layers of blood mist rolled up.

"It's coming!" someone in the crowd prompted.

Woo woo~ The horn sounded, and a misty golden light appeared behind the blood mist.

The golden bow broke through the crimson mist and shone brightly. A golden building ship with three masts and five floors, surrounded by six tall magic weapons that could not be seen, rose from under the dense fog and docked on the edge of the Poison Dragon River.

"Get on board! Get on board!" the half-demon who was originally in charge of trading turned into a crew member in charge of guidance, and greeted loudly.

Zhang Yan and Long Xiaopeng also approached the Golden Building ship with the crowd.

On both sides of the ship, three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry, many half-human and half-demon, and still retain snakes, fish, turtles, shrimps and other animal characteristics of demon soldiers with spears stationed.

"Strange thing! Doesn't it mean that python poison and medaka are only demon generals? Brother Long had heard of the existence of shape-shifting demon soldiers in the poisonous dragon stream earlier?"

Long Xiaopeng thought about it and shook his head: "No! No matter what I or others said, I didn't say that there were shape-shifting demon soldiers in the poisonous dragon stream. ”

These hundred half-human, half-demon creatures are not half-demons formed by mixed bloodlines, but real monsters that have undergone ignition spells. It's just that the caster's methods are not clever enough, or he does it intentionally, forming the image of a half-human and half-demon.

The two looked at each other, and they were full of suspicion.

These hundred hideous and ferocious little demons, the weak ones are only equivalent to the strong bodies of human beings, and the strong ones are only equivalent to the cultivation of imperial qi, which is equivalent to a hundred human imperial qi at most, and they are not a threat to the two of them.

The problems behind it are not small.

Able to use the Dotting Technique, unless it is a demon demon, a real human being. Without the cultivation of "swallowing a golden pill in the belly", you can't do it alone.

If there is a similar real person in the poisonous dragon stream, whether it is a demon pill or a golden pill, it is not something that the two of them can bear. Even if you count Si Tuerya and the others, you can't!

Zhang Yan estimated that the two major factions of Shui Yun and Chunlin sent out to Fang Tiange and Situ Erya to secretly protect the Dao were at most real people. The outstanding disciples of the younger generations are of course important, and the Jindan Zhenren is also respected and respected. It is even possible that there is no Jindan, but only the elders in the middle and late stages of Judan secretly protect the way.

For example, Qiu Muyuan, the goshawk, or Uncle Liang, who was ordered to explore the poisonous dragon stream and inform Situ Erya of many "insiders". Yimu Sensen Liang Mucheng, who is the seventeenth on the list of Chengdan in Shuiyun Mountain, is very likely to act as the protector of the road this time.

"If that's the case, it's dangerous!"

Guessing what Zhang Yan was thinking, Long Xiaopeng whispered, "Maybe it's a talisman that can cast a group point technique." It's not that python poison and medaka produced a lot of good things from the hands of the demon lord back then. Although the talismans that stored the group ignition technique were rare, it was not unusual for them to appear in the hands of the Demon Lord. ”

"But ......" Zhang Yan said a word, and suddenly his forehead sweated, and his face was as white as frost.

Long Xiao Pengqi said: "What's wrong with Brother Zhang?"

"It's okay, get on board!"

The two hurriedly boarded the deck, and a beautiful half-demon figure jumped out, standing on the other side of the hatch from the brigade and beckoning to the two: "Zhang Gongzi, Long Gongzi, please come here!"

In the crowd, a monk who was already bent on killing demons and taking treasures couldn't bear it, and a big fat man took the opportunity to jump out of the queue, stretched out his hand and shouted: "It's not fair! It's not fair! Why are so many of us queuing up to enter the cabin, and they can go through other doors?"

Drunk Lan was asked for a while, and asked with her lips in embarrassment, "Then what do you want?"

"Unless...... Hey, hey, hey...... Unless one of us is also assigned a beautiful lady to accompany us......" opened his shirt, revealing the fat man's body with a bulging belly, and stretched out his hand to hug the drunken blue body. Before and after the exclusion, more than a dozen loose cultivators let out strange noises and malicious laughter at the same time.

In the crowd, there were also loose cultivators who recognized Zhang and Long, and they couldn't help but have strange faces when they heard the words. Xin said: "No matter what happens to these monsters in the future, snatching food from these two, this fat man will definitely not be able to please today!"

The golden light flashed, and the cultivation was like a fat man's ball, and he retreated again and again. The lower back hit the side of the ship, and the body still couldn't stop retreating, leaning back, and involuntarily flipped out of the side of the ship.

There was a hint of horror in the fat man's eyes, and he fell into a bright red mist.

A long scream rang out from far and wide.

The fat man, who obviously had the ability to fly, did not fly out of the fog and disappeared.

"Fat brother!"

"Fat brother!"

Most of the more than a dozen monks who had just coaxed rushed out, took out their blade magic weapons, and surrounded the golden-robed people who had just appeared on the deck of the building.

"Where did you get the fat guy?"

"Hand over the fat guy!"

"Get out!" With a wave of the golden sleeves of his robe, a strong wind blew, and he accurately rolled up the monks who rushed out of the crowd and the few people who had just coaxed in the crowd and threw them out of the side of the ship.

A series of screams rang out, and all the monks he threw overboard never flew again.

The faces of the cultivators who saw this scene changed drastically, and many of them retreated, muttering "Get off the boat!" and turned around and walked back and forth.

I saw a flash of golden light, a grim face, and a dignified middle-aged monk stopped in front of the springboard, brushed his sleeves and said: "Didn't you intend to meet the two palace masters of my family? If so, please forgive Jin for not being able to entertain. Like the one who went down, go over the side of the ship yourself!"

A mere springboard could not stump most of the people present, and at that moment many monks took off into the air, flew over the side of the ship, and flew to land.

The people on the boat looked at the monks, and as soon as their bodies flew out of the boat, they fell uncontrollably.

The screams were repeated, and the sound was terrible, and one by one, the monk who had lost control fell like raindrops into the red mist.

"Fight with him!" the monks who stayed on the deck were furious.

Long Xiaopeng was also a little impatient, and the broad tiger jumped out of the scabbard, and was suddenly clamped down by a force of true yuan.

"Brother Zhang?" Long Xiaopeng turned his head in surprise.

"Don't act rashly for the time being!" In his sight, Zhang Yan's expression was solemn, and he slowly shook his head and said.

In the past two days and two nights, the deeds of the great disciples of the Shan Sect have been widely spread in the canyon. Most of the monks with high status and strong strength can recognize Zhang and Long. Seeing Zhang Yan stop Long Xiaopeng, he also followed the trend.

The monks who are poor in cultivation and have a low status do not know Zhang and Long, and they always know one or two of the other monks who follow the trend.

Under the influence of layers of influence, there were few who shot in the end, and they were easily suppressed by the demon soldiers on the ship.

Rows of spears slammed into the bodies of the troublesome human monks, and blood flowed all over the ground. With the exception of a few monks who jumped out of the ship's side, leaving behind a scream, more than thirty human monks were killed on deck.

All the monks did not look good.

Seeing that the bouncing drunken blue had just left the hatch, Long Xiaopeng covered the quiet room assigned to the two of them, and immediately pulled Zhang Yan to ask, "Why did Brother Zhang stop me from making a move just now?"

Zhang Yan made a silent gesture, raised his hand and spilled a stack of swords, continuously cast spells, and laid down several layers of soundproof and anti-peeping magic circles, and then said: "It's not that I want to stop Brother Long, but I have to stop it." Even if the two of us made a shot, it would have ended the same way just now. ”

"What?" Long Xiaopeng was shocked, half-convinced, but saw a complicated smile on Zhang Yan's face on the other side.

With his usual cautious style, when he found that the monsters in the stream had undergone the Ignition Technique, he already wanted to withdraw. Anyway, the purpose of coming here has been achieved, and the sacrifices have been sacrificed. When it comes to earning more, where is it more important than safety?

He wanted to get off the boat and leave.

But as soon as the words came out, they were blocked back by a powerful coercion.

“...... At least it is a high-level Judan, and it may even be a big demon or a real person. Zhang Yan said solemnly. At least the coercion of his master, Yun Linzi, the head of the mountain, has not reached this level.

"What about us?"

"It's only one step at a time!"

Zhang Yan finally said a word and withdrew his sword. The two of them had heavy faces, but they both had the same ambition and no longer discussed the matter.

Outside the door, the footsteps of drunken blue just walked to the door of the quiet room, knocked on the door, and said happily: "Zhang Gongzi, Long Gongzi, Mr. Jin, please come over and talk!"