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readx; Xingchen thought to himself, he led the troops here, but he was slaughtered by the Bloodscale King, and now he was embarrassed to go back to see Queen Bai Wei of Naga Nanhai Palace, so he decided to leave. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Xingchen rushed out of the sea of Canahai, breathed a sigh of relief, and saw a kind old man sitting by the sea, he smiled at Xingchen, but Xingchen didn't understand what he meant, and was about to leave, but was stopped by the old man: "Little brother, where are you going, before leaving, remember to leave my magic weapon!"

"Magic weapon?" Xingchen then remembered that he borrowed the turtle prime minister's water protection cloak, so he took off the water protection cloak and returned it to the turtle prime minister.

Prime Minister Turtle asked with great concern, "How is it, what is the matter that Empress Bai Wei has ordered you to do?"

Xingchen is not easy to hide, so he will kill the bloodscale king, and he will say it as it is, and the turtle prime minister was shocked and said: "Oh, it turned out that there was a Xuanxin authentic person to help, did you get rid of the bloodscale king?" But the reputation of the Xuanxin Zhengzong in this area is very stinky, burning, killing and looting, and doing all kinds of evil!"

"Is there really such a thing? I heard that this Xuanxin Sect is a famous and decent family, but all of a sudden, it has become a cult?" said Xingchen with suspicion.

The turtle prime minister didn't answer Xingchen, just shook his head, sighed, and then shook his body and penetrated into the sea. Disappear. Xingchen looked at the rising and falling sea water and smiled. Now he wants to return to the Demon Realm and bring back the "Tears of the Sea" entrusted to him by Queen Bai Wei, and hand it over to Elder Shui Chang to end this errand.

Xingchen was walking, but he found a fishing village in front of him, and the fishermen of the fishing village were running to the east of the village, as if something big had happened in that village. Xingchen stepped forward, grabbed a middle-aged fisherman and asked, "This uncle, what happened, you ran in such a hurry?"

The fisherman was also an honest man, so he replied: "Little brother, there is a Taoist priest in this village, and he wants to hold a blood sacrifice, this is a big deal, let's just go over and have a good time?"

"What is the blood sacrifice?" asked Xingchen puzzled.

"You can just go and take a look, and I don't bother to explain it to people like you, so it's a waste of time to ask in front of you. The middle-aged fisherman said impatiently.

Out of curiosity, Xingchen also followed, only to see that at the east end of the fishing village, a platform was set up, and on the platform stood two young Taoist priests wearing Huayang crowns, wearing light blue Taoist robes, and carrying long swords on their backs.

One of the Taoist priests raised his hand to stop the commotion of the audience, and then arched his hand and said to the fishermen in the audience: "Fellow villagers, fathers and elders, we are Taoist priests from far and near, we are Taoist priests with Xuanxin Authenticity, and we have come here to get rid of demons! Everyone also knows that there is a black-armored dragon here, making waves on the sea, overturning fishing boats, and attacking fishermen. ”

At this time, a fisherman stepped forward and asked, "The carapace of the black-armored dragon is extremely hard, but you two are as weak as scholars, what do you use to deal with it?"

The Taoist priest who spoke just now said to another Taoist priest next to him, "Senior brother, is the sword ready?"

The Taoist priest who was called Senior Brother nodded, clapped his palms and shouted, "Carry me up!"

At this time, I saw three tall and stout fishermen squeezing out of the audience, and the three of them were carrying a giant sword, which was so heavy that it actually overwhelmed them.

When the fishermen in the audience saw this giant sword, they were amazed one by one, and more praised, only a few people were still questioning. Another villager walked out and asked the two young Taoist priests, "This sword is so heavy, may I ask you two, how can you lift it?"

"Without the strength of the two of us, my senior brother alone is enough!" said the Taoist priest next to him who called his senior brother, said with a smile.

I saw his senior brother step forward, first recited a trick of four or two thousand catties, only to see a flash of light in his hand, and then easily raised the dragon slaying giant sword, and at this time the audience applauded again and again.

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