Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 709: Ruyi Daxian

"The divine weapon has no owner, so it belongs to the virtuous! Senior, you have great virtue, so the heaven and earth will protect you!"

The Taoist Master Bai Mo was holding a bird cage woven with gold thread in his hand and flattered Tang Song.

Inside the golden bird cage, tens of thousands of black-feathered birds were flying in a mighty manner.

The birdcage is obviously only the size of an ordinary lantern, but it gives people an illusion of being vast and boundless.

The black-feathered birds in the cages were chirping one by one. The Taoist Master Bai Mo, who knew the languages ​​of hundreds of birds, could naturally hear that these iron-billed starlings were mocking him for being spineless!

But Bai Mo Dao people don't care, and they remain humble in front of the strong...

This was the lesson he learned when he was a casual cultivator of the magic path and had been struggling at the bottom of society and bleeding.

What's the use of backbone? If he cared about it, he wouldn't have chosen to be the lover of that Rakshasa woman.

He was hunted by several righteous disciples at that time. In order to survive, he buried himself in the land of reincarnation of grains for seven days and seven nights. By the time those righteous disciples left, he was completely pickled. Afterwards, he soaked in the stream for several days before the stench on his body got rid of it.

In order to get close to Xuehai, he even pushed his ass for Xu Miaomiao's lover.

As it turned out, he seized this opportunity to soar to the sky.
It was because of his obedience that he was chosen by Xu Miaomiao to become a pawn of the Asura clan in the North Ming Wuliangtian.

With the support of the Asura clan, he relied on several volumes of Asura magic skills, experienced life and death several times, and spent tens of thousands of years to finally establish such a large family business as the Hundred Demon Palace in the Wuliangtian of the North Sea.

However, there is gain and loss. That bitch thought she had given him everything. Relying on the support of the Asura clan, she not only acted arrogantly in Hundred Demon Mountain, but also bossed him around.

He even arbitrarily selected good-looking disciples among his disciples and took them as his lovers. What's worse, he took advantage of the fact that he was away to hold a **massacre in the Hundred Demons Palace.

Others feared his strength and called him the Leader of a Hundred Demons in public, but behind his back, some of his disciples secretly called him the Green-haired Turtle. He knew that.

Because he was afraid of the sea of ​​blood behind that bitch, he pretended to be ignorant of everything.

But secretly, he dealt with all those talkative disciples and the bitch's lover one by one.

In the main hall of the Hundred Demons Palace, thirty-six oil lamps with human skulls are burning all year round. He told his disciples that these oil lamps were burning the blood of mermaids.

Actually, this is not the case. These thirty-six Shura Lamps are a kind of cruel magic he learned from that bitch.

They ignited the human oil refined by magic, and imprisoned the souls of their enemies in the lamp. As lamp spirits, they were nourished by the gathering of resentment and were extremely ferocious and inhumane. Once released, they would devour all the ghosts. They were extremely powerful...

The Taoist Master Baimo did not care about the power of this magic treasure. His favorite thing to do on weekdays was to sit in the Hall of Hundred Demons and listen to the wailing and begging for mercy of these enemies after practicing. The more miserable these people cried, the more excited he became.

Bai Mo Dao Ren did not regret his decision. If he had not kneeled down to the Rakshasa woman, his bones would have been rotten by now!

The real reason why Bai Mo Dao Ren was impatient with that bitch Xu Miaomiao was that she was reluctant to give him the last volume of the Ashura Magic Art - the method to condense the true body of the Great Ashura.

Bai Mo Dao Ren was a man who was very good at seizing opportunities. After being ambushed by Monk Bao Xin and others, he realized that the Asura clan could no longer be relied upon.

He needed to find a new backer, which was why he was so flattering in front of Tang Song.

Tang Song naturally saw through Bai Mo Daoren's little thoughts clearly.

He has no like or dislike for this kind of person, he only cares about whether he is useful or not.

Along the way, although this Hundred Demons Taoist's cultivation was not very good, as a spy and scout planted by the Blood Sea in the Heaven Realm, he was quite well-informed...

When Tang and Song first returned to Yanfu, he was in need of a gossiper like this, so he might as well use him first.

.........

"The virtuous shall live there. I like this saying!"

Tang Song played around with the long-handled Xuanhua axe for a few times, looked at Bai Mo Taoist with approval, and nodded to him encouragingly.

Tang Song's gaze fell on the Xuanhua axe. He clearly saw that at the core of the axe's restriction, there was an extremely faint, almost extinguished spiritual light.

Tang Song used his spiritual sense to explore, and when his spiritual sense came into contact with that spirituality, the spirituality, which was weaker than a candle flame, suddenly burst out with its final aftermath:

"Great Celestial Lord! You are back! I, the Great Spirit God, have followed the order of the law to stop the evil demon from outside the Qiyao Moyi Heaven. One hundred thousand heavenly soldiers of the Bingzi Camp fought to the last man and did not let the evil demon step into the minefield. Now I will hand over the order!"

A dull sound like thunder in a clear sky echoed in Tang Song's ears!

"Giant Spirit! Great Celestial Lord!" Tang Song frowned slightly as he listened to the message from that spiritual power.
As expected, he was able to imprint the origin of the Heavenly Dao back then. There must be a lot of hidden secrets behind this. It is not that there are no outsiders visiting the Yama world.

Not to mention those far away, even those evil demons from outside the domain were not treated like his own son. Instead, they were beaten black and blue and were hunted back to their lair.

But the Great Heavenly Venerable, could it be that he is really the reincarnation of Haotian?

Tang Song's mind was racing, and the hand holding the Xuanhua axe sent a powerful energy into the axe, nourishing the last bit of the giant spirit that was about to dissipate.

A group of fishermen who were fighting for the Xuanhua axe were originally fighting fiercely, but suddenly a Cheng Yaojin like Tang Song showed up and got the advantage for free.

This time they couldn't sit still anymore!

"Hey, the one in green, the axe in your hand belongs to someone else. If you know what's best for you, put it down. Otherwise, hehe..."

A figure wrapped in black mist spoke nonsense to Tang Song, and there was a hint of threat in his hoarse voice.

"Noisy!"

Tang Song nurtured the last bit of the giant spirit while deducing the secrets of heaven.
Just when Tang Song was worrying whether his original body had become a beacon for Haotian's return and fell into the trap of those powerful people, he heard a noisy sound in his ears.

Tang Song raised his eyes and glared at the black mist.

"boom"

In the black fog, a figure flew up, and faint ghostly howling sounds could be heard from his body.
In the blink of an eye, with a dull explosion, many people had not yet seen the identity of the man in the black fog, and he had already exploded into a ball of blood mist.

"It's the Sky Snake Demon King! I recognize him!" A demon king with a single horn on his head and wearing armor said in a muffled voice.

"Oh? You have an old relationship with him!" Tang Song's eyes fell on the small-eyed rhinoceros demon.

The people around the rhino demon instantly scattered around, fearing that they would be splashed with blood. The rhino demon looked around, raised his head and met Tang Song's scrutinizing eyes, and he suddenly had an idea in his mind.

"No, no, I'm not familiar with him. No! I have a grudge against him. This guy even stole a precious ginseng from me three hundred years ago!" The rhinoceros demon forced a flattering smile on his face and looked at Tang Song.

His own family knows his own business. The Sky Snake King’s strength is far above his, but he was blown away by just one look at him. Even his soul couldn’t escape. This is too scary.

Tang Song withdrew his gaze from the rhino demon and looked at the figures that were also shrouded in black fog:
"what about you?"

Before the people hiding in the black fog could speak, Tang Song waved his hand and said, "Forget it. You are just like that guy, hiding your head and showing your tail. You must not be a good person. I will just assume that you are in the same group!"

“What do you mean by ‘just treat us as one team’?” A demon king was so frightened that his soul almost died. He quickly dispersed the black mist that covered his body and said, “Senior, please show mercy. I don’t even know this guy!”

However, Tang Song was too lazy to listen to his explanation at this moment. He raised his hand and grabbed the endless void in front of him. A piece of void with a radius of ten thousand miles suddenly condensed and was compressed into a palm-sized crystal ball in an instant.
The four elements of earth, water, fire and wind were surging on the surface of the crystal ball with a momentum that could not be described in words. Inside the transparent crystal ball, there were nearly a hundred lifelike figures frozen in place.

Before being imprisoned, these figures hiding in the black fog had tried to resist.

But to Tang Song, it was like a few mosquitoes trying to wrestle with him, and this attack was just a joke.

Tang Song just pinched them lightly, and all their attacks were turned into nothing.

However, the attack methods of these nearly one hundred groups of black fog made many people around recognize their origins.

“Qing Suo Jian is the Red Staff Immortal. It is said that he achieved the Pure Yang True Immortal two Yuanhui years ago. If he had not been unable to let go of his disciples and had not lost his obsession, he would have achieved immortality long ago!

I didn't expect that this good old man also coveted the Xuanhua axe!
And he covered his face, how disgraceful, how disgraceful!"

"The Taiyin God-killing Extinction Thunder, this thunder is the secret of Guanghan Palace..."

"The Black Killing Starlight Sword. After the fall of Heaven, this method of condensing the power of the stars into a sword seems to be only circulated in the Tianxing Sect!"

"That talisman was refined using the Heavenly Dragon Zen method. It can exchange for help from the Eight Divisions of Heavenly Dragons. It is the method used by the Arhats of Lingshan!"

As the identities of these "people" hiding in the black fog were recognized, the voices of the surrounding "onlookers" became smaller and smaller.

Among these "black fogs" are some famous true immortals, celestial immortals, and even some disciples of the three religions and Lingshan Arhats.

But nearly a hundred people joined forces and passed through the hands of this man in green.

The person in front of me is not a newcomer here, but a dragon that has crossed the river.

As Tang Song played with the crystal ball in his hand, the discussion around him became quieter and quieter.

Only Taoist Xuanji, who was hiding far away and holding his magic gourd with heartache, had a satisfied smile on his face, feeling relieved.

Just when thousands of immortals on the surrounding floating islands were silent.

A clear laugh sounded from the largest floating island.
"Hahaha, why aren't you all busy fishing today? You all have to sit here and do nothing!"

A middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a purple Taoist robe and a Shangqing purple gold lotus crown on his head came flying on the clouds with two Taoist boys in white.

The voice arrived before the person arrived. The immortals and demon kings obviously recognized this person and bowed to him and greeted him:

"Meet the Immortal Ruyi!"

The Immortal Ruyi was a very good person. He came to meet Tang Song from a distance with two boys and bowed to him with a smile:

"Thank you for your courtesy, Taoist friend. I am happy to do some small business in this area.

Daoist friend, you have come a long way and have worked hard. If you don't mind, I have prepared some wine to help you wash away the dust from your journey!"

Tang Song looked the visitor up and down, Immortal Ruyi, who was introduced to him by Taoist Baimo.

This man's origins are mysterious. Not long after the formation of the Abyss Sea, he appeared here and sold the floating island to the immortals and demon kings passing by.

Immortals who cannot afford to buy a floating island or cannot stay in the abyss for long can rent a floating island from him.

Ruyi Daxian is also the largest purchasing businessman in the billions of miles area near the Abyss Sea. Most of the fish caught by fishermen in the Abyss Sea are sold to him.

Bai Mo Dao Ren came here to "purchase" the immortal corpses needed for refining treasures, and it was also the shop he opened.

Ruyi Daxian’s business is very big, and it can be said that he makes a fortune every day. The daily income and expenditure of talismans, elixirs, and incense are enough to make even the Buddha jealous.

He has stayed here for countless years. There were people who wanted to steal his business and kill people for treasures, but in the end, these people ended up becoming precious materials sold in Ruyi Daxian's shop.

As time went by, everyone knew that Ruyi Daxian was unfathomable...

"The three flowers of spirit, energy and soul have blossomed, a bull demon of the Golden Immortal level!"

Tang Song recognized the background of Ruyi Immortal at a glance. He was a golden immortal demon saint with a clear aura around him, but he was practicing the authentic Shangqing Immortal Method!

Ruyi, this name, Tang Song's eyes turned, but he vaguely knew the origin of this person. He clasped his fists slightly and smiled:
"I am sorry to bother you, but let me make it clear first. If you use the water from Zimu River to entertain me, I can't bear it!"

A hint of surprise flashed across Ruyi Daxian's eyes, and at the same time, he looked a little more intimate, and laughed loudly:
"So you know me, fellow Taoist. I said the magpie was calling outside my door, so it turns out my good friend has come to visit!

To be honest, the water in the Zimu River has been dry for who knows how long, and as a result, my Jieyang Mountain has no more offerings, so with the help of my brother, I found this business to make a living!"

Ruyi Daxian led the way with a smile: "I still have some nectar. Since the heaven was gone, these nectars have been dwindling. But now that a good friend has come to visit, there will be plenty of wine and drinks!"

From beginning to end, Tang Song and Ruyi Daxian did not talk about the immortals imprisoned by Tang Song, as if they did not exist.

Tang Song and his group followed the Immortal Ruyi. After hesitating for a moment, the big wind also turned into the size of a sparrow, hovered on Taoist Luo's shoulder, and followed.

Above the floating continent, there are endless mountain ranges, some of which are hundreds of thousands of miles in radius, while others are thousands of miles in length.

These mountains have complete spiritual veins and abundant spiritual energy. There are countless palaces and pavilions, exotic flowers and plants on the mountains, rare birds and animals walking back and forth in the forests, and immortals in feather crowns and colorful clothes flying between the mountains.

Between the mountains, rivers and marshes, dragons of various colors are flying in the sky, strange ancient snakes that are hundreds of miles long are lying lazily on the top of the mountain, swallowing the essence of the sun and the moon, or unicorns are roaring at the sun, or other strange beasts are haunting in the pools and caves. There are so many wonders that even Tang Song would look at this family business with awe.

However, as the younger brother of Bull Demon King, the Great Sage Pingtian, and the uncle of Shancai Tongzi and Red Boy, his identity, basis, and background spanned the demon clan and Buddhism, so it is no wonder that he could support such a big scene.