magic door player

Chapter 382
A month later.

Thousands of miles away to the east of Qianluo Palace.

Yuancheng Island, Yuewang Peak.

This peak is a precipitous peak on Yuancheng Island. At this time, the clouds and mists are stirring on the mountain peak, and a magnificent palace hangs on it.

The flying palace is 33 feet long and wide, and there is a seven-story building at each of the four corners, with golden tiles and red bricks, copper pillars with jade steps, surrounded by colorful atmosphere.

Yang Shoujing sat in the middle of the main hall of Fei Palace, under a row of black gold and copper pillars on both sides. There were ten Jindan Daxiu sitting on the left and right, and there were hundreds of Taoist disciples outside the hall.

Yang Shoujing sat in the first place from the left, a handsome monk wearing a pure sun crown, wearing a feather robe and a long robe, with a golden-haired lion lying on his feet.

Yang Shoujing is a disciple of the Rune Dao lineage, the master of the lineage, and a master of the second golden elixir. He has been famous for a long time and his strength is unfathomable.

Being able to sit in the first place under Yang Shoujing shows his status.

The other Golden Core monks in the palace are also Golden Core monks among the five veins of Qianluo Palace.

The Way of Runes, the Way of Hundred Soldiers, the Way of King Kong, the Way of Puppets, the Way of Spirit Gu...

The disciples of the five veins gathered together.

Yang Shoujing, who is elegant and elegant, like a handsome prince, sits high on the main seat, with a weather-beaten look on his brows, he is closing his eyes and resting his mind, his mind is wandering.

The handsome young master said to everyone: "Senior Brother Yang and I have called everyone to Yuancheng Island this time. The sect has received a secret letter that the monster tide from Wanyao Island will attack this place soon..."

When the group of cultivators heard the words, some looked flat, some frowned and said nothing, and some looked curiously at Young Master Junxiu.

"Senior Brother Fan, the demon tide secretly manipulated by Wan Yao Island must invade our Ganluo sea area every once in a while, isn't it a rare thing? Yuancheng Island's own defense should be enough to resist, why is it so mobilizing and mobilizing us? Come?"

A burly and tall Jindan Daxiu asked in a deep voice.

Senior Brother Fan smiled slightly, and said: "It's different this time, do you know about the Demon Suppressing Talisman?"

"Naturally, this talisman is really effective against demon cultivators!"

replied the monk.

Others in the hall also nodded.

Inside and outside the main hall, except for Yang Shoujing and Senior Brother Fan, the other monks were all traveling and cultivating in the nearby sea area. Not long ago, they came here after receiving a special inspiration from Qianluo Palace.

Hearing the words at this moment, everyone was stunned.

Senior Brother Fan continued: "According to Zongmen's speculation, the large-scale attack on Wanyao Island should be due to the suspicion that my demon-suppressing talisman is related to my Qianluo Palace."

"This talisman naturally restrains the demon clan. It is almost unsolvable. It is really weird. It has already touched the bottom line of Wanyao Island."

Everyone looked at each other and started talking in low voices.

The father of Senior Brother Fan is the master of the Baibingdao lineage, with an extraordinary status, so he would not lie about this matter.

There is a large spiritual vein on Yuancheng Island, which is rich in spiritual stones. It is one of the main sources of spiritual stones in Qianluo Palace, and its strategic significance is extraordinary.

The sect generals Yang Shoujing and Fan Zhengfei must have considered it carefully.

Fan Zhengfei looked around at everyone, and said in a sonorous and forceful tone: "We are not only going to keep Yuancheng Island, but also find out the real situation of the massive attack on Wanyao Island, so all juniors, we need to go all out!"

The group cultivators agreed in unison.

Several hours later, another seven people entered the hall one after another and sat down in the chairs on both sides.

Yang Shoujing, who was sitting in the middle of the upper head, was like a clay sculpture, closing his eyes and resting his mind motionlessly, ignoring the other people in the hall.

At noon, Yang Shoujing suddenly opened his eyes, a bright light flashed out, and said, "Here we come!"

Everyone turned their heads to look outside the hall.

Outside Yuancheng Island, the blue sea is boundless.

suddenly!

A mountain-like blue wave suddenly surged between the sea and the sky!
The wave rose into the sky and swept towards Yuancheng Island.

Countless sea beasts and monsters rushed out of the mountain-like waves first, and headed straight for Yuancheng Island!

Huge monster fish like hills, more than a hundred feet long, with sharp teeth and thunderous roar, suddenly leaped into the air, carrying a huge wave and crashed into the island guard formation of Yuancheng Island first.

boom!boom!boom!
The island guard shook violently, and the aura flashed.

The group of cultivators in the flying palace looked around calmly, and saw that there were hundreds of Jindan big monsters in the monster tide, and the Daoji monster clan was even more densely packed, countless.

Soon, Yuancheng Island was surrounded by demon tides, and the infinitely huge monster clan rushed wildly, attacking Yuancheng Island's island protection array, and it was about to be broken.

Yang Shoujing stood in the hall, everything outside the island was clearly visible, and he waved his sleeves to sacrifice a jade pendant.

A stream of light flew out of the flying palace, flew into the sky in an instant, and stayed still.

Then, the jade pendant burst into light like the sun.

The forbidden light curtain outside Yuancheng Island suddenly solidified again, tenaciously blocking the monster clan's invasion.

In the monster tide, tens of thousands of banners were also erected, swaying like a tide.

A black golden demon cloud with the size of a hundred acres slowly emerged, and on top of the cloud, stood hundreds of golden core demon kings of all shapes and sizes.

Above the demon cloud, a woman in emerald clothes suddenly walked out, with almond eyes and peach cheeks, and a charming smile, her jade feet lightly stepped on the void, with pink ripples in circles, her figure fluttered in the wind, like a fairy.

"Dear friends of Qianluo Palace, who dares to fight this king?"

The woman said with a smile before she came to Yuancheng Island's formation.

Seeing this, Yang Shoujing couldn't help laughing, pointed down, and said: "Junior brothers, who is going to kill this demon?"

All the cultivators in the hall pondered and sat still.

The banshee who came to call for battle has reached the ninth rank of the golden core, but in the eyes of the Qianluo Palace group of cultivators, she can be killed easily.

There are a huge number of monster races, but in terms of cultivating supernatural powers, they are far behind the understanding of the human race, and the training time is far longer than that of the human race.

Therefore, among the same level, the combat power of human monks is often far better than that of monsters.

But in terms of physical body, Yaozu surpassed most human monks.

There are also a small number of monsters who are extremely talented and invincible, but they are very rare.

Everyone doesn't want to stand out at this moment, but it's not because they don't dare, but because they don't want to show off.

Yang Shoujing raised his eyes and scanned the crowd, and finally landed on the handsome young master beside him, and said in a deep voice: "Junior Brother Fan, this is the first battle, you should go there yourself!"

Fan Zhengfei smiled, nodded slightly to Yang Shoujing, Shi Shi ran out of the Feigong hall, and the lion followed behind him.

The lion's aura soared, and it was a late-stage Jindan spirit beast!
He walked out of Yuancheng Island's island protection formation with a relaxed attitude, sleeve clouds fluttering, and said with a sneer, "If you offend me, you will seek your own death!"

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and issued a sword light of hundreds of feet, cutting towards the woman in emerald green clothes.

The green-clothed woman giggled, her figure swayed, and she stepped back. A cloud of powder smoke filled in front of her, blocking the sword light.

Fan Zhengfei sneered, pointed sideways, and the sword light turned thousands of times, bursting out streaks of sharp golden sword energy in an instant, like swimming fish, and slashed at the woman in emerald green.

The green-clothed woman let out a coquettish cry, shook her body, and manifested her original form, which turned out to be a peach tree full of scorching pink flowers!

Infinite pink petals fluttered down, colliding with the swarming sword energy.

"Tips for carving insects!"

Fan Zhengfei gave a soft drink, showing arrogance and contempt on his face, and the sword light instantly flourished!
With just one face-to-face, Jianguang smashed all the peach blossoms. The power was so great that the peach tree trembled slightly, giving people the feeling of "turning pale with shock".

The peach demon sensed something was wrong, and was about to turn around and run away, but the sword light was approaching, piercing through it in an instant, leaving no bones left.

Fan Zhengfei waved his sleeves to absorb the sword light, turned his head to the chief of the Fei Palace and said, "Senior Brother Yang, luckily I did not disgrace my life."

Before he finished speaking, he heard Yang Shoujing's anxious and angry voice: "Bold! Junior brother, be careful!"

Fan Zhengfei frowned, and was about to turn around, but saw the golden-haired lion next to him being cut by a sharp knife without a sound, and his body was instantly cut into two, with blood spilling into the sky.

(End of this chapter)