Beginning to win the big elder

Chapter 230: Pagoda-shaped Tribulation Cloud

Raging Sea, Bijia Mountain, Polang Pavilion!
This mountain is like a pen holder in the sea. There is a pavilion on the mountain that is fearless of strong winds.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps destroyed the wind chimes.

"What's the panic?" Nu Taohai deacon elder felt displeased.

"Elder! The big thing is not good. Something happened to Zhao Quanzhen and Yan Guizhen's nephews. The soul lamps they left on the hall have been extinguished. The news from Xijiang shows that the two of them have been tracking the monks of the Sha family, but they were killed by the The monks of the Sha family blasted into the army of sea monsters, got trapped and couldn't break free, so they died in battle."

"Which Sha family?"

"Second Young Master Mo's concubine, who has never been married, is said to have fallen two months ago..."

It is no wonder that the people below put gold on the face of the raging sea. On that day, Zhao Quanzhen and Yan Guizhen fought side by side, killing the sea monster bloody, showing superb fighting skills, annihilating a total of 63 sea monsters, large and small, in the late stage of Qi refining. In the mid-stage of gas refining, there are thousands of sea monsters.

This record is proud enough that Yan Guizhen even swallowed Zhu Jidan and wanted to trigger a thunder disaster before the battle, but the gathering of thunder clouds stopped abruptly.

During the foundation building period, the monster attacked and killed the two of them from a distance.

This life-and-death battle was like the first battle between the two sides, and the Kraken family felt very ashamed.So many sea-monsters of the same level can't take down just two of them, so how good is the monk who randomly sent them here?
If there are more monks like this in the human race, even if there is no large formation to protect the island, the sea monsters will not dare to cross the threshold.

It would be even more unimaginable to let this kind of monk grow up.

Chen Xinghe didn't know that he had invisibly produced a huge deterrent force, which made the Sea Monster Clan become more cautious.On the other hand, Nu Taohai felt that his dignity was being provoked, and started to pursue frantically.

The spies of Raging Sea in the western border took out a lot of spirit stones, hired killers, psychics, warlocks, and even magus monks to hold blood sacrifices to figure out the murderer.

Calculation is like falling into a fog, Chen Xinghe is burdened with many causes and effects, and his status as a monk in Huangquan alone can hardly kill [-]% of the monks who eat magic tricks...

On the fifth day after the Siren Clan launched an attack on Lijiangkou, a black-clothed monk slowly floated down to the shore of Jingquan Lake in Danguo.

Dan country is three thousand miles away from Lijiangkou in a straight line, which is nothing to the monks who established the foundation.

The monk in black narrowed his eyes and said with a sneer, "Boy, I have found you."

A voice came from the bottom of the lake: "Ye Hanyi, head of Ye, is here, and I am flattered and surprised."

"You know me?" The monk in black looked cold.

"I know, I know naturally. You sold me a strange insect at the Huitian Daji. It was because of this strange insect that I broke the restriction of the Ghost King Sect and obtained Sect Master Xin's Yellow Spring Ferry Boat."

"Oh?" Ye Hanyi stretched out his nails to scrape the blood on his face, and said angrily, "My surname is Ye, wait for me to go back and draw my soul, and I will listen to your wailing every night."

The corners of Ye Hanyi's mouth twitched, and he cried out in pain, "Sect Master, don't listen to his nonsense. This disciple did sell a strange worm, but that worm was born weak. How could it possibly shake the formation and restrictions set by your old man?"

The bottom of the lake laughed loudly: "Sect Master Xin, are you so weak? If you don't even take away the house, what are you doing with this Ye Hanyi?"

"Hmph, I didn't expect you to be able to see the details of this old man. There must be a reason why a little Qi-refining cultivator managed to survive several missions."

A voice came from the bottom of the lake: "I'm also very surprised that the ability to search the sky and the earth in the underworld can't complete the obliteration, so this is a super soul-splitting secret technique, right?"

"Superficial, do you think that the secret technique of differentiating souls can avoid being wiped out by the world of the underworld? No one knows my secret, but you don't know what method to use to blow up the fifth layer of the ghost king's secret palace, destroying the old man's many years of planning. "

The bottom of the lake chuckled: "Yes! The ghost in the dagger still lacks a skull. He told me to be careful of you, so I specially chose this place to welcome you."

"What did you say? That idiot in the dagger actually reminded you to be careful of me?"

"Why are you so surprised? He said that he is a fallen person and is waiting for the opportunity! By the way, do you know, old ghost Xin? The millennium gate has been opened, and the difficulty of the task has soared. I have encountered many incredible beings. Dai Huan is dead, Sha Zhen Zhen is also dead, Xuan Ah Jiu cut one life, the first mission will be wiped out, if there is no dagger left by you, I will die too! So I solemnly thank the senior for saving my life."

"Impossible, why is this happening? I tried my best to suppress it, and I tried hard to flog King Shura for 900 years, but he offered to help you?"

"Yes, I understand, he is taking revenge on me! Hahaha, he is taking revenge on me, a loner!"

"Damn it, it's really hateful, it's only the last Netherworld Ferryman who can get everything from him! It's you, you broke the old man's layout, I want to take out your spirit and chew a little bit, and go back to the world of Netherworld to take back everything."

Chen Xinghe's true or false is just a cliché, secretly said: "It seems that Old Ghost Xin has lived for a long time, and his age is comparable to that of Jiang Wei'er. If I didn't know that Ye Hanyi stepped on the road of cultivation after me, it would be impossible to build the foundation so quickly. For the first time I’m afraid that we won’t be able to think of Duoshe when we meet. Now we have some clues. The ghost in the dagger is named King Shura, and Old Ghost Xin suppressed it with a ferry envoy. It took 900 years to train to the point where he is today. Here comes the problem, this How many times has this guy seized the house? He even got eight ferrymen. How many tasks have he experienced during this period, and how many fortunes have he seized? It’s really scary to think about it, no wonder King Shura and Suzaku issued warnings, telling me to be careful of this guy.”

Old Ghost Xin took a step forward, wanting to catch this nasty little ghost who ruined his thousand-year-old plan, but a trace of breath swept down, frightening him so that he hurriedly changed his shape.

The purple lightning appeared silently, bombarding the quiet lake, stirring up a large amount of water mist.

It took a long time after the lightning appeared before the thunder sounded, Old Ghost Xin stood in the air and was furious, this little bastard actually built a foundation in front of him.

"You really don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, do you think Lei Jie can stop the old man?"

The next moment, Old Ghost Xin shut his mouth decisively, because the vast thunder fell down, and its power was so great that it exceeded the limit of imagination.

Suddenly, a voice came out: "Hehehe, I didn't expect Master to run in such a mess. Gui Jiaoyue is here to pay respects to Master."

"It's you? Traitor, I wonder why a little cultivator in the Qi-refinement period made the Ghost King School so miserable. It turns out that you are the one who cooperates with the outside..."

"Boom..." A larger-scale thunder calamity appeared. Old Ghost Xin looked up, his eyes blank: "Why is there such a thunder calamity? Deep purple thunderclouds? One layer, two layers, three layers..."

"Nine layers? A deep purple thundercloud stacked like a pagoda? What does this really mean?"

"Crack..."

Old Ghost Xin turned pale with fright, his eyes were full of lightning, he had tried to distance himself from it, but he was still within the strike range of the thunder, his body stiffened and fell from the air to the ground.

(End of this chapter)