Report at the beginning of Journey to the West

Chapter 288 Anonymous East
In the Longshou Mountain camp, everyone suspected that there was something wrong with their ears.

What did the soldier say?
A sub-sage died suddenly in front of the two armies?

"Ridiculous, have you seen it clearly?" Commander Long Wei slapped the table angrily.

"We all saw clearly that Qiongqi Yasheng died on the way to charge. The scene was extremely tragic, and the world almost changed color." Xiaobing said with tears.

He wasn't exaggerating. When Qiongqi fell down, he did stir up a lot of dust.

"This matter is tricky. Someone must have plotted against it. We must investigate clearly." The nameless host said.

He is Qiongqi's sworn brother, and when they lived in seclusion in the cave of three corpses, the two formed a deep relationship.

Anonymous Biao said: "Father, if you don't take revenge for this revenge, how can we talk about the revival of the evil way? Uncle Qiongqi can't die in vain!"

"Be careful, both of you. This matter is of great importance. It won't be too late to make a decision after I report to the Jade Emperor." Commander Longwei frowned.

He feels that this matter is a bit evil, and it is best to remain unchanged for all changes.

His grandma's battle was a sure-fire battle, how could it be fought like this after the Eight Desolation Immortal Emperor intervened?

Why?
Is it because he is the Great Emperor of the Monster Race?

Is it because he is the guardian of the Wu clan?
Is it because he is a closed disciple of the Taoist ancestor?

Based on his status as the patrol envoy of Heavenly Dao?
Damn, why are you a little guilty, the evil second generation of immortals!

Most of the quasi-sages in the small world of Fengling have entered the state of drunk spirits, and Xie Yun finally knows how Li Jing feels.

This feeling of being on the verge of battle is so sour!

"Brother-in-law, eat and drink enough, we are going back to Feixia Mountain, take care!" Di Jiang took Zu Wu and Da Wu to leave.

"Emperor Immortal, take care of your health, we will see you in victory." Donghuang Taiyi and Di Jun also said.

After all, this is a battle of millions of people. It is better for the coach to direct it himself. What if Tianting tries its best to counterattack?
"Okay, everyone, let's make a quick decision." Xie Yun also nodded.

One after another rainbow lights flew away, and the people of the two clans of Liches were gone in the blink of an eye.

The patriarch of the Niu clan hadn't bid farewell when the sound of beating drums came.

"Report to the Immortal Emperor, Longwei is going down the mountain to call for battle. It seems that their sub-sage and quasi-sage are here." Huangfeng Shanhu pioneer came quickly.

The faces of the Bull Demon King and the ancestor of the Bull Clan changed drastically.

"Immortal Emperor, do you want to call back the people from the two Liches?"

"No, this emperor alone is enough, you two should go back too." Xie Yun refused.

Two sub-sages and a dozen quasi-sages, what fear do I have?
"Beat the drum and fight!"

Xie Yun, the white version of the corpse and Liuhe Bei came out, the three apprentices were still in a state of drunkenness, and the others could not make it to the stage.

The masters of dragon guards and demon masters are stupid. With your army of millions, only three of you came out to confront dozens of me. Are you looking down on others?

Wuming Dong was furious, he ignored the dissuasion of the commander of Longwei, led people forward, and asked, "Bahuang, where are the poor and strange people?"

"died!"

"Impossible, the saint will not come out, my second brother is invincible in the world, who can kill him?"

"Yes, you are right!" Xie Yun nodded in agreement.

Wuming Dong said with joy on his face, "I just said, you are definitely not my second brother's opponent, where is the other?"

"He must be dead. What I'm saying is that after he's roasted, the aroma is truly invincible." Xie Yun didn't lie.

He has eaten a lot of delicacies from mountains and seas over the years, but in terms of taste and great tonic, Qiongqi is undisputed and definitely ranks first.

Many people on Shuangcha Ridge were very rude and laughed out loud.

The general of the enemy branch, my enemy bandit, it is best to die.

What the Immortal Emperor said was to raise one's energy!
"Bahuang, you killed my second brother, I want to avenge him, you are also a swordsman, dare to confront me with swords?" Wuming Dong sacrificed his natal magic weapon, Wuzun Rakshasa Sword, and Yujian stepped forward.

He's not bragging, he doesn't look down on anyone in the prehistoric three worlds except Tongtian Sect Master.

"Sword competition?" Xie Yun looked at the eight-treasure sword on his waist and wanted to explain.

Brother, you misunderstood, I am a body repairer!
Wangtian, this emperor's swordsmanship is not as strong as that broken monument!

The sword comes.

Cut Fanghua with one sword.

Liuhebei shrunk itself down to a rapier of one foot long and two inches wide, and flew in front of Xie Yun automatically.

"Master, today I will let you see the knowledge and talents of this stele. Come, hold me, and I will take you to fight with him."

roll!
Xie Yun kicked him up, when is it your turn to play tricks with this Emperor?

The Liuhe Monument flew forward, obliquely inserted in front of Wuming Shidong!
A sword intent like an abyss like a sea emanated from him, causing thousands of swords to resound in the arena.

The Wu Zun Rakshasa Sword in Wuming Shidong's hand was also trembling constantly, making a sword cry.

"The Eight Desolation Immortal Emperor's swordsmanship is not inferior to mine. He can create such a scene with a sword in the air. He is a strong opponent!"

The way of swordsmanship is about facing difficulties.

Such a good opponent is really rare.

Wumingshi Dong felt that his blood was about to boil, he raised his head and let out a long cry, and drew his sword to confront Liuhebei.

"Father, be careful." Wuming Biao reminded.

"Bahuang, do you want to fight with Yujian from the sky?" Wuming Dong said angrily.

He felt that he had been seriously insulted, and then his potential exploded, a terrifying sword intent ignited from him, and phantoms of sword energy appeared beside him.

bastard!

I, Wuming Shidong, is also an ancient sword fairy at any rate. If it weren't for the defeat of Luo Hu in the battle of demons and Dao, my achievements would never be inferior to Sanqing.

You, a junior, dare to despise me so much?

Clang!

Clang!

The earth-shattering sword sound buzzed, Liuhe stele slowly flew up, pointing the tip of the stele at the Wumingshi's east, hundreds of thousands of sword qi emerged, and then combined into a supreme sword intent.

The leisurely sword intent danced in all directions, a real chaotic world emerged and shattered, and the terrifying killing intent swept away.

The color of the world changed, and the surrounding immortals shuddered, and unconsciously took three steps back.

Immortal Emperor's Sword Dao, why do we feel that our primordial spirit is about to be wiped out just by looking at it?
Hey, what is the peak at the end of the fairy road?

Immortal Emperor, what do you want us to use to surpass you?
At this moment, many people's beliefs were broken and they lost their direction in life.

"Bai Xueqi dances with a green front, seemingly ruthless and affectionate, this sword, this monument calls it Wuchi!" Liuhe monument waved.

Wu Mingshi was taken aback for a moment, his heart was broken, so he could only yell in his heart that it was not good.

"The world is so close, there is no limit without a foot, fellow Taoist, you can't stop it!" The sword energy fell, and the Liuhe Monument flew over.

The sword energy around Wuming's east was shattered, Wu Zun's Rakshasa sword broke in two, and the sword intent passed through his body, cutting out an abyss under Mengliang Mountain.

"Huh, Xiao Mian, I am also a famous sword tablet in the chaos, why are you fighting with me?" Liuhebei picked up Wuming's collar and brought him back.

The process went smoothly, and no one from Meng Liangshan stood up to stop it.

"Ontology, it's a pity that this stele fell into your hands." The white version of the dismembered body brushed the Liuhe stele with black magic, and sighed.

The Liuhe Monument was bathed in the white light of the sorcerer's art, trembling with comfort, he proudly said: "That's it!"

"What is the identity of this stele? It is a dominant existence in the chaos. It is so sad to be humiliated by slaves in this plane!"

(End of this chapter)