Cover the sky: start from swallowing the magic pot

Chapter 393

The small disturbance just now was not taken seriously by the monks of Xiantai, the group of monks formed a group, among which the Nine-headed Flood King was the most lively.

The Taiyin God Son, the little princess of the Jinwu tribe, and the Ninth Prince are all here.Everyone was drinking wine and chatting with each other about the way of cultivation, and the atmosphere was very active.

Prince Qinghe, who was originally surrounded by many monks, was now sitting with the old emperor, no one was around, his face was frosty, like an ice sculpture, exuding an aura that strangers should not get close to.

Seeing his appearance, some people who had enemies with the Jinwu clan shook their heads, sighed a little, and started talking.

"The Nine-headed Flood Dragon King is so arrogant and rude, he dares to attack here."

"The Xuanlong lineage is clearly going to stand in line. Prince Qinghe will be fine if he is patient. It's a pity that the young man is getting angry."

"Let's see if he can get out of this blow. Hehe, no matter what Ziwei Shenchao did, now that King Jinwu is about to die, I want to see how long these flat-haired beasts can be arrogant."

On the other side, Lu Ling, the little princess of the Golden Crow, got a wink from her elder brother, took out a piece of divine jade of a powerful level, and said sincerely to the Nine-headed Jiao King: "Thank you, Brother Jiao, for making this move."

The Nine-headed Flood King looked at Lu Ling, who had a golden face and was full of heroism, and felt a little moved in his heart. He really wanted to get closer to the Jinwu tribe.

He laughed and refused: "It's a trivial matter, why bother to thank you!"

The Ninth Prince of Jinwu sighed, and said sincerely: "The Ziwei God Dynasty is powerful now, and it dominates Luzhou. This time, Brother Jiao has helped the Ziwei Dynasty to help our family's crimes. Ling'er and I cannot thank the Ziwei Dynasty. No Accepting this thing, I will feel uneasy."

"It's just a little prince, even if he stepped into the secret realm of Xiantai, so what if he got a title, Ziwei is beyond reach, so how can he send troops to Beiming?" Prince Taiyin glanced at Prince Qinghe, and said indifferently.

"That's the reason why the Ninth Prince should be worried. Emperor Ziwei will come to Beihai if he is capable. Why should I be afraid of him!" The Nine-headed Flood King was even more arrogant, and he didn't pay attention to the Ziwei God Dynasty at all.

Yin Qingwu sat alone, accompanied by two maids, her expression was cold, the moonlight danced in her eyes, no one dared to disturb her.

She looked at Taiyin Shenzi and the others, her eyes were bright and full of lotus flowers, very beautiful.

Suddenly, a handsome man in a moon-white brocade robe came. He whispered to a goddess next to Yi Qingwu for a while. Switched places.

Yan Yixi was suave and suave, Shi Shiran sat down, he didn't stand out from the beauty, but drank two glasses of sake, a little intoxicated.

He once pursued this Fairy Guanghan, and even broke through the fairy gates that no one could pass through for 5 years for her, but he did not break through. One hundred and eight life and death barriers, he fell on No.90 seat, came out seriously injured.

Although this achievement is extraordinary, it cannot attract Guang Hanque's attention.

Returning to the mind of the gods, Mr. Yixi opened a folding fan, and it was full of beauties, all of them with the posture of sinking fish and wild goose, and the appearance of shameful flowers under the closed moon, all of them are the most beautiful women in the world.

Among them, Princess Yueshi ranked second, and her appearance was already extremely beautiful.

The beauty at the head of the fan has no specific face, only a hazy slender body, submerged in mist, it is unreal, and it is impossible to get its shape and charm.

"Fairies come down to Beiming, their eyes are misty and windy"

The young man in white clothes sang the reed ballad, held the fan and mourned himself, his handsome face had an indescribable sadness, which attracted the eyes of many female cultivators, some of the demon maids even had bright eyes, wishing they could eat him whole.

Yin Qingwu's face remained unchanged, and he did not pay attention to Yan Yixi, just like the bright moon above the nine heavens, shining year after year, without saying a word.

After Yan Yixi finished the song, she put away all her folding fans, bowed her hands to Yi Qingwu, and said solemnly: "Fairy is in Beiming this time, please be more careful."

The beauty in the moon palace nodded slightly, but remained silent.

The man in white was not annoyed, he just sat down on his own, and with gentle eyes, he communicated with several female cultivators in the hall.

Hooking up other women in front of the goddess, this kind of operation can only be done by this disciple of the Dao of Desire.

With a heart like him, he realized his true heart from the moment he stepped into the road, and naturally he would not be entangled by love in the world.

Immediately, the fairy mist lingered, the stringed music hole came out, and four goblins flew into the Jade Palace. They held the huangmuqin, the black dragon flute, the purple gold flute, and the green jade zither in their hands, and each handed out a hand of divine power, holding the The Xuanyu Divine Chariot on it.

Misty Kagura gradually rose, and above the chariot was an old man wearing a black robe, with wrinkles on his face, a black gold crown on his head, vicissitudes in his eyes, and an indescribable power.

The Lord of Shangxuan immediately came down to greet him, and all the other monks got up and said respectfully, "My respects to King Xuanlong!"

Taoist Xuanshui, who was over [-] years old, nodded, and with the support of four maids, tremblingly stepped off the chariot and sat on the first seat.

Along the way, Yin Qingwu, Nine-headed Jiao King, Jinwu Nine Princes, Taiyin God Son, Lu Ling and others were also respectful and did not dare to offend in the slightest.

This is one of the only three Dao Slashing Kings in Beihai. The other two are the missing Golden Crow King, and the other is the Lord of Beihai Dragon Palace.

An old guy who has lived for [-] years, in front of him, even his patriarch needs to perform the junior ceremony.

As soon as Taoist Xuanshui took his seat, he looked at the Nine-headed Jiao King and said weakly: "Jiu Jiao, you have passed this time, go and pay that little guy a gift, and this matter is over."

The Nine-headed Flood King's expression froze for a moment, then he bowed his hands and said yes, walked up to Prince Qinghe, then bowed his head and said: "I'm being rude this time, I still look at Haihan."

Prince Qinghe looked indifferent, nodded blankly, and remained silent.

The Nine-headed Flood Dragon King smiled, showing his snow-white teeth, and said heartily: "My husband will smile away his grievances, come back to Beihai in the future, and I will treat you to a drink!"

After speaking, without waiting for Prince Qinghe's reaction, he went straight back, Taoist Xuanshui didn't say anything, and let his grandson preside over the banquet.
The birthday banquet started, and everyone toasted Xuanshui Taoist one by one, and the scene was very lively.

After all, this is the birthday of a peerless ancient monster. If this North Sea giant can see it in his eyes, it will be very beneficial to himself and the forces behind him.

"Qingwu wishes King Xuan a long and boundless life, and step into the holy realm as soon as possible!" Yi Qingwu walked out gracefully with lotus steps, like a breeze, not cold on the face, with a faint fragrance, and toasted Taoist Xuanshui.

Seeing this Fairy Guanghan, the Xuanshui Black Dragon, who was originally weak, also cheered up a little, and talked with Yi Qingwu kindly.

As the overlord of Beiming, this Xuanshui Taoist was also a romantic figure when he was young, and had entangled with many goddesses. Now that he is old, he still has hundreds of harem, specializing in the way of harvesting yin and replenishing yang.

Seeing the flickering eyes of this old and disrespectful black dragon, Yi Qingwu's expression was indifferent, and a faint sagely aura exuded from her body, which made the former's heart tremble, and then he calmed down
After several distinguished beings toasted, the banquet entered the normal process.

On the jade table, delicacies from mountains and seas, fine wines and fine wines were all available. Taiyin Shenzi, Nine-headed Jiao King and others poured their own drinks, and they were very comfortable. They regarded this banquet as a gathering of old friends and enjoyed it.

Afterwards, Xuanshuidao ordered the little demon to present to the honored guests the unique treasure of this ancient cave --- Xuanlong fruit, and everyone was attracted by this divine fruit.

The shape of the fruit is like a black dragon, but the size of a pigeon's egg. It exudes a faint black light, crystal clear, and the aroma is so strong that it cannot be melted away, making people salivate.

This is a special product of this ancient cave. It is produced from the black dragon vine that is rooted in the bottom of the sea. It is very beneficial to practice, but it is very rare, and there are not many vines in a year, so even the distinguished guests are given one per person.

Afterwards, people were immersed in the joy of the birthday banquet. While enjoying the Xuanlong fruit, the fairies of Guanghan Palace performed dances, which can be described as peerless and pleasing to the eye.

This is Yi Qingwu's junior sister, second only to her in status. She was born with a shy flower in the closed moon, dancing with the wind in the sky, graceful and charming, like a mysterious girl descended from heaven.

After the dance, the Fairy Guanghan sang a soft song, touching the hearts of the people, with wisps of light and rain, making people feel like they are in a dreamland, and they don't want to wake up.

Many monks looked at Yi Qingwu, hoping to witness the peerless dance of Ziwei's number one beauty, but this moon palace fairy was shrouded in hazy moonlight, so she couldn't see her face, which made people regret in vain.

The skirt swayed, and the blue hair flowed. The disciple of Guanghan Palace sang and danced gracefully and said a blessing to Taoist Xuanshui, and then slowly retreated.

The hazy water mist leaped towards the cloud platform, and the brackish sea breeze blew past, making people refreshed and enjoying this feast very much.

Feeling the power of divine thoughts in this mist, Taoist Xuanshui's eyes revealed a bright light, and then his lips moved slightly, using the sound of the dragon's roar.

"I don't know that fellow daoist is here, but he still looks out to see him!"

The rumbling sound continued, and the Dao sound turned into thunder and spread throughout the ancient dragon island, which made many immortals in the second heaven of Xiantai shudder, and became more and more afraid of this old black dragon who was about to melt away.

Prince Qinghe's heart moved, and then he tried his best to keep calm, not wanting to show his flaws.

There was no end to the mist, with a faint light, and an indifferent and pleasant voice came out.

"I didn't expect a few other people to be there, it seems that there is no need to look for it."

This sound transmission contained the coercion of the third heaven of Sendai, and it directly sent down a thunderous thunder in the sea of ​​consciousness of the group of cultivators. Most of the cultivators were terrified, feeling that a catastrophe was imminent.

The Ninth Prince of Jinwu trembled, his face darkened, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Could it be that the king of Zidu came here? Impossible, this voice of divine sense obviously belongs to a woman, and it cannot be the two kings of the Ziwei Dynasty."

The Nine-headed Jiao King, Taiyin Shenzi and others on the side also tried their best to shatter the Yuanshen Tianlei, but except for Taiyin Shenzi and Yi Qingwu, the other monks seemed very powerless under the power of cutting Dao , instantly depressed.

Most of the guests at the Dragon Island banquet this time were monster races. Now that they have cut Dao Tianwei together, some demon cultivators under the Second Heaven of Xiantai have shown their prototypes.

All of a sudden, crabs, sea turtles, lobsters, brocade shells, and water snakes were scattered all over the jade hall. These sea monsters were terrified, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, and they curled up in one place, looking extremely embarrassed.

Seeing several of his maids showing their prototypes under Dao Slashing Divine Power, Taoist Xuanshui showed displeasure, and snorted coldly: "It's really rude."

He waved his big sleeves, and a burst of profound water elemental force rushed out, sweeping away the aftermath of the heavenly power in the hall, then he stood up, stepped forward with one step, and appeared outside Long Island.

Some monks from the Mysterious Realm of Xiantai also quickly set up the Shenhong and followed behind King Xuanlong.

"Uncle Emperor, wait for the meeting to play by ear!" Prince Qinghe and the old man also boarded the Shenyun and flew out after sound transmission.

Yi Qingwu's beautiful eyes flickered, her crescent eyebrows were slightly frowned, a little surprised and uncertain.

She has the ancient divine arts, can transmit and intercept secrets, and heard the voice transmission of Prince Qinghe's divine thoughts, but the two ancient ancestors of the Ziwei Divine Dynasty were not female.
"Is it someone from outside the sky, or?"

Thinking of this possibility, Yi Qingwu felt silent, and took out a piece of white jade slip, just about to crush it, but then hesitated.

The king of Guanghan Palace is approaching his lifespan and is in extremely poor condition. He was born to fight for immortality.
"Perhaps this strange king didn't come for me. Guanghan Palace and Ziwei Shenchao have never had any enmity."

With this possibility in mind, Yi Qingwu took back the Yuebai Jade Slip, and then led her junior sister and maid to walk in the air with extremely elegant steps, wanting to see the unmasked monk of the third heaven of Sendai

"Oh!"

The scorching sun was hanging high, and the waves in the vast Beiming sea rose up, setting off hundreds of feet of waves, covering the sky and blocking out the sun, which looked terrifying.

In the chaotic mist, a vague figure looms, and its appearance cannot be seen clearly.But that kind of aura can't be concealed at all, it is definitely a Taoist in the end of the Dharma era!
Taoist Xuanshui cast his eyes and shot two rays of light, trying to see through the chaos, but a beam of blazing golden light shot out, almost blinding his vision.

Repelled by the divine power of the holy soldier, he let out a muffled grunt, and took nine steps back to stabilize his figure, with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Xuanlong King said coldly: "I don't know where it is, fellow Taoist!"

At this time, Yi Qingwu, who was watching the battle, also received a voice transmission from Taoist Xuanshui, hoping to borrow holy soldiers to meet the opponent.

Her beautiful eyes turned, and she remembered some rumors about the ancient dragon island owner. After pondering for a moment, she still chose to refuse, and replied: "Mysterious Dragon King, I don't have a holy weapon handed down from generation to generation, only the moving jade slip tainted with holy energy."

Hearing this answer, Taoist Xuanshui didn't say a word, most of the anger that had been disturbed by others had dissipated, and he returned to his old appearance, his breath suddenly weakened.

Since you can't borrow holy soldiers, you can only make big things into small things.

In the hazy mist, the woman in Tsing Yi's face was frosty, and said in a flat voice: "I want to take a few people away!"

"I don't know who offended Fellow Daoist." Taoist Xuanshui asked without moving.

Seeing that the other party gave him a sloppy eye, Qingluan's expression turned cold, and there were strands of divine power flowing in his body, so he directly made a strong move.

The light of yin and yang flourished, and countless divine chains of order burst out of the air, condensing into a verdant divine feather, one of which shot at the nine-headed dragon king, one flew towards Guanghan Palace, and the last one turned into a rain of swords all over the sky , covering the entire Ancient Dragon Island.

No one could react to this shocking change. For a while, the group cultivators were chaotic and panicked.

Yi Qingwu looked stunned, and the Nine-headed Flood Dragon King and Taiyin Shenzi Gengren hurriedly ran to Taoist Xuanshui, hoping to get the protection of this North Sea giant.

"How brave!"

Taoist Xuanshui let out a loud shout, and then he pointed at the sword, his fingertips surged with divine power, and sacrificed a black jade seal.

The ancient seal floats and sinks, exuding a crystal clear brilliance, inlaid with a black gold bead, and a black dragon hovering in it, this is Xuanshui Taoist's natal dragon bead.

"clank……"

The sound of the sword was like a tsunami, one after another, falling towards Longdao.

The ink marks lay horizontally, suppressed, and a black dragon roared out. Various lines appeared on the body, densely covered and intertwined, and the black light flickered, looking very majestic.

The black dragon groaned and flicked the dragon's tail, obliterating most of the sword rain. In an instant, the sky seemed to be raining meteors, and countless light spots fell into the Beiming sea, and a huge roar erupted.

Some sword rains that escaped the net still fell, and many large holes were cut on Gulong Island, like hideous scars, very dazzling.

But Taoist Xuanshui only took care of his lair. He didn't care about Nine-headed Flood Dragon, Taiyin God Son and Guanghan Palace at all. He was able to run over to seek blessings, and death was due to fate and had nothing to do with poor Taoism.

The blue falling divine feather was shining brightly, clanging, bursting into divine splendor, and with the sound of a phoenix cry, it fell towards the Nine-headed Flood Dragon King.

Realistically feeling the divine power of cutting the Tao, the Nine-headed Flood Flood King almost lost his wits, and hurriedly shouted: "King Xuan, save me!"

However, Taoist Xuanshui was dragging his rickety body to move, busy saving Jiye, but he just spewed a dragon's breath towards this place.

With clanking divine feathers, the black mist was shattered in an instant, flying towards the Nine-headed Jiao King.

"Break the law!" At this moment, the Nine-headed Flood Flood King was in a hurry, and directly used the forbidden technique.

Under his feet, a dazzling brilliance burst out, and blood was spurting from his mouth, a terrifying divine power was surging.

"Buzz!"

There was a great vibration in the void, and the nine-headed flood dragon performed the ancient lost secret technique - Nilong Climbing to the Sky, one step was stained with blood, and the escape speed was extremely fast, leading everyone to fly to Taoist Xuanshui.

On the other side, Yi Qingwu took a step forward and came here. On the Shenyue chariot, Yan Yixi also followed, feeling terrified in her heart.

Seeing the two crystal blue falling divine feathers behind everyone, the Taoist Xuanshui's frontal bones were all radiant, and his whole body was full of breath, ready to make a move.

However, at this time, there was another voice from the sky in the chaotic mist.

"Black Dragon, think clearly, do you want Gulong Island to be destroyed?"

Seeing Taoist Xuanshui hesitate, Yi Qingwu sighed softly in her heart and sacrificed the holy weapon in her body.

The blue sea floats, the auspicious air is transpiring, and a Qionglou Yuyu flies out. This is a handed down holy weapon made of nine heavenly jade, named Guanghan Que.

This sacred weapon is so majestic, among which a fairy is looming, and it is really pressed down, hanging above Xuanshui Taoist's head, with thousands of moonlight falling down, it looks extremely sacred.

With the help of the Holy Soldiers, Taoist Xuanshui changed his attitude in an instant. He let out a long roar, and the Moyu Divine Seal swept across the sky, smashing the two jade feathers in an instant.

"Boom!"

The North Sea was turbulent, gusts of wind roared, and the azure flames on Gulong Island soared into the sky, rendering half of the sea blue in blue, filled with gunpowder smoke, surging sea fog, and the atmosphere here became more and more chaotic.

Many monks ran away directly, fled in all directions, set up the rainbow and flew towards the distance.

Taoist Xuanshui looked at his opponent indifferently, and said: "Relying on a holy weapon to be rampant, do you really think that this king is afraid of you?"

His realm is the Dao Slashing Fourth Heaven, and he has been immersed in this realm for thousands of years, his eyesight is extremely high, and the opponent's aura that has just entered the Third Heaven of Xiantai cannot be concealed at all.

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