"In order to prevent the marriage between the underworld and the dragon clan, it makes sense to use the chess piece of the turtle prime minister. Why is that lion quite strange, if he is really lucky enough to be in the top three, wouldn't it be in vain?"

"Hehe, the dragon clan recruits relatives, saying that it is to invite the heroes of the Three Realms, but most of the people who go are the rising stars of the demon clan. The younger generation of Terran monks, limited by their age, are mostly in the realm of transforming gods, so naturally they will not go to the East China Sea to embarrass people. ”

"And then?"

"The strongest powerful bull demon of the younger generation of the demon clan, Beihai Ao Yuan, Golden-winged Dapeng, and Qingqiu Liu'er will go, if they all die in the East China Sea, do you think this demon clan will hurt their vitality?"

"The elite is gone, and if this is the case, it will naturally hurt its roots. It's just that there are many strong people in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, and with just one turtle prime minister, what kind of storm can be set off?"

"Have you forgotten......?"

At that time, the demon clan will certainly suffer heavy casualties, and most of the dragon clan will also suffer great damage. What's more, there is that stick to guard the eyes of the sea, unless you and I are there, who can help it?"

"Don't worry, fifty years later, there will naturally be demons who will let it recognize the Lord. At that time, there is a good show to watch. What's more, when there was no such stick back then, the East China Sea Sea Eye was filled with the lives of countless true dragons, and under these countless years, countless true dragon bones must have been piled up, don't you be tempted?"

"Heh, she was coaxed to death by you, and she really taught you her brother's innate method of hexagram interpretation. This future is endless, and I think it's all under your control?"

"I'm ashamed, I've been cultivating for hundreds of years, and I can't deduce a few words in the long river of time to get a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg of the future, but it's enough to design this fighting method to recruit relatives. ”

......

The Heavenly Demon List lists a total of fifty rising stars under the Thousand Years Old of the Three Realms Demon Clan.

Those who can make the list are all peerless, and they all have the proud means of crossing the border to kill the enemy.

Hercules Demon, Shanyin Niu Meng, ranked fourth on the Heavenly Demon List.

Tianpeng is vertical and horizontal, free and easy, and ranks second on the Heavenly Demon List.

Seeing these two familiar names, a smile appeared on the corner of Le Lion's mouth.

[Boss Niu, Yue Xiaoniao, good job, I didn't lose the face of our three ruffians. 】

Once upon a time, there was a bull demon, with a lion and a Dapeng, calling himself the three ruffians in the world, mixing in the netherworld, the ghost country of Shanyin, the heavenly palace of the divine birds, relying on the care of the elders, causing trouble all day long, stealing chickens and touching dogs, and making a good immortal mansion with a miasma, which made many immortals complain.

[I haven't been masked for fifty or sixty years, Boss Niu, Yue Xiaoniao, are you okay?

Since the flood was shattered, countless fragments have fallen within the universe, independent of this world.

This kind of existence, full of spiritual energy, is the dream of countless monks.

The world calls it: Cave Heaven and Blessed Land.

Wanshou Mountain, Wuzhuang Temple, known as one of the most abundant blessed places of the Three Realms of spiritual energy, the fruit tree of life growing on it, is the innate spiritual root, infinite use, should be the target of countless monks to scramble.

It's just that it hasn't changed hands for tens of thousands of years.

Just because of one person.

The ancestor of the earth immortals, there is a way Zhenyuan, with a lot of money in his sleeves, and he covers the sky with one hand.

Since the Zhenyuan Great Immortal was angry in the past, he captured all the millions of heavenly soldiers in the Lingxiao Hall with the method of the best in his sleeve, and the monks of the Three Realms were all frightened, and no one dared to touch this blessed land of Wanshou Mountain.

The name is the earth immortal, but it is actually a heavenly immortal, and the three clears are not out, who competes with it.

"Whew, Wanshou Mountain, I'm here."

The blessed land of the cave in this world is recorded in the library of Lily Villa, and in the early years, the lion camel was forced to be fierce in the back soil, and read poetry and books with tears, and was naturally familiar with it.

North Ju Luzhou, Yulin Country, the suburbs of Chaotian City.

Standing under an inconspicuous mountain rock, the lion camel gently placed his hand on the rock wall, and the originally mottled rock wall suddenly caused a ripple, gradually melting the body of the lion camel into it.

A loud crane chirp woke up the lion camel that was still dizzy.

In front of the world, green trees, meandering streams, there are countless rare birds and beasts coming and going, from time to time to the lion camel to cast curious eyes.

Ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum, Zhu Guo, Jujube, countless spiritual herbs and exotic fruits in the world can be seen everywhere here.

There are trees, there are streams, there are strange beasts, there are spiritual grasses, but what about the mountains?

"Big man, you almost stepped on me!"

At his feet, a milky question interrupted Le Lion's musings.

A white fat doll less than three feet tall, wearing a big red belly pocket, tied a pair of cupola horn braids, just crossed his waist, bare buttocks, and pointed at the lion camel angrily.

Le Lion Camel looked at it, there was no doll, but it was a thousand-year-old ginseng plant.

"Little doll, I'm sorry!"

When the ginseng doll heard this, she jumped on the shoulder of the lion and pointed at his nose and scolded.

"You're the doll, your whole family is a doll. I'm 3,500 years old. ”

Le Lion Camel didn't care about the elf's scolding, just grinned.

The most difficult thing is to transform into a human form, which also takes thousands of years.

Even if you are successful in cultivation, your mana is often low.

Therefore, the essence of plants and trees in the form of a human being is highly coveted by monks.

Since Zhen Yuanzi became a golden immortal fruit and set up his own door with Wanshou Mountain, he recruited countless different cultivators in the world to guide the cultivation and protect it. Because of this great merit, he is also respected as "Mu Zu" by the demons of the world.

In the face of the grass and tree elves of Wanshou Mountain, Le Lion Camel didn't even have half of his greed.

"Okay, okay, this senior, the junior has just arrived, and he is visiting Zhenyuan Daxian, but he can't find Wanshou Mountain, and he hopes that his predecessor will guide him. ”

One senior at a time, coaxing the ginseng doll to smile.

"You're stupid, but you're respectful. Anyway, since you are looking for Mu Zu, I will guide you. ”

"Since this mountain is not on earth, it is naturally in heaven. ”

The ginseng doll was smug and stretched out a white finger to point to the sky.

Overhead, a dark cloud drifted by.

If you look closely, where are the dark clouds, it is clearly a big mountain.

Le Shi Camel was overjoyed, thanked the ginseng doll, set up a gust of wind, and flew straight to Wanshou Mountain.

The mountain was hidden in the clouds and mist, and it was impossible to see the whole picture, except for an occasional corner that was already a thousand feet in size.

From time to time, there are cranes and green luans flying into the clouds, tossing and playing, and there are monks in Tsing Yi, setting up clouds and shuttling back and forth.

If you listen attentively, there is fairy music hidden in the mountains.

"Lion camel, you died so miserably!"

......

Le Shi Camel gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and ......

"I'm not dead yet!!"

There was a thunderstorm, which frightened all the spirit birds in the mountain, and the bluffing monk in Tsing Yi fell into the clouds.