Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

The jade plaque in his sleeve kept vibrating.

After finishing the matter at hand, Jiang Sheng took out his true jade tablet and said, "Fellow Taoist Mingdong, why are you so anxious?"

After discovering that Jiang Sheng was fine, Ning Chuan breathed a sigh of relief: "Did Fellow Taoist Lingyuan escape?"

"Don't worry, I have sent someone to pick you up."

Ning Chuan still has confidence in Jiang Sheng. After all, he is the true successor of Penglai. He cannot defeat a few transformed gods, but it is no problem to escape if he wants to.

Now that Jiang Sheng is safe and sound, it also confirms Ning Chuan's conjecture.

After Ning Chuan finished speaking, Jiang Sheng said calmly: "Those who blocked the road have been killed by Pindao."

"Don't worry, fellow Taoist Mingdong. Pindao will go to relieve the siege of Wanghai City first, and then come to find fellow Taoist."

After saying this, Jiang Sheng put away the jade plaque and turned into a rainbow and left.

In Haojing, Ning Chuan looked at the jade token in his hand blankly.

What did Lingyuan say?
Did he kill the people who blocked his way?

Could it be that he killed several deities of the Shui Tribe?

Over the years, Ning Chuan has been busy running around. Things on the Southern Continent are not enough for him to worry about, and he has no time to pay attention to things on the Eastern Continent.

Ning Chuan knew even less information about Lingyuan, the true successor of Penglai, and part of it was learned from Lingyu.

Ning Chuan obviously didn't know that his news had been delayed for too long.

At this time, Wanghai City has reached a critical moment of life and death.

The wind howls, the lightning flashes and the thunder rumbles.

During the violent storm, the turbulent water waves surged towards the wall of Wanghai City one after another.

Wanghai City's protective formation has long since been shattered by the depletion of spiritual stones. The stormy waves continued to hit the walls of Wanghai City, splashing water into the sky. The demon soldiers took the opportunity to jump onto the city wall to fight with the monks.

In the wind and rain, dense water arrows fell overwhelmingly, splashing a large amount of blood mist on the city wall in an instant.

Facing the water tribe monster soldiers coming from all directions, the monks in Wanghai City have exhausted their last pill and spiritual stone, and are now struggling desperately with their last mana.

Peng Zhen had been standing on the top of Wanghai City. At this time, he had a broken arm and a bloody hole in his abdomen. Jindan Zhenren's true fire had become weaker and weaker in the misty wind and rain.

At this time, the several golden elixir demon generals in front of him were already ready to make a move, their glowing eyes full of greed.

A dying Jindan Daoist is undoubtedly a great tonic for them.

You Ziqiang used his magical power to sacrifice to refine a thin blazing dragon. Peng Zhen's face was pale, but his expression was extremely determined.

Compared to him, his father was in more danger.

Outside Wanghai City, above the surging waves, in the clouds that filled the sky, three ferocious figures were looming in the wind and rain.

Accompanied by lightning and thunder, the body of the ten thousand-foot-long dragon stirred up wind and rain from time to time. Among the entanglements of the three dragons, a human figure of about seven feet was holding on.

The human figure activated the fire to form a barrier, blocking the wind and rain from the three dragons.

Thousands of blazing white thunderbolts were continuously spit out from the dragon's mouth and hit the thin barrier. Faced with the siege of three divine transformation dragons, Peng Yue always held on.

Peng Yue's spiritual treasure had long been shattered by the attack of the three dragons, and his true soul had also been traumatized. However, Peng Yue still had the final power to fight back, which was to detonate his own soul.

Use the self-destruction of the monk in the realm of gods to die with these three reptiles!

But Jiao Xing had already guarded against Peng Yue's self-destruction.

Some of these human monks are as docile as rabbits, allowing themselves to be bullied and not daring to fight back, while others are extremely strong-willed and would rather die than surrender, but no matter which type they are, they will self-destruct if pushed hard.

Therefore, Jiao Xing will not approach Peng Yue at all. The power of three dragons is enough to consume Peng Yue alive!

"Peng Yue, you have no hope."

"Is it possible that you still expect the Zhou Dynasty to send someone to rescue you?"

"In this coastal area, the ambush of the God-Transforming Demon King we have is far beyond your imagination. If we can capture him quickly, we can save the human race in Wanghai City less torture."

Jiao Xing's voice reached Wanghai City and was as deafening as muffled thunder.

He didn't care whether Peng Yue would surrender, nor would he let him go just because Peng Yue surrendered.

Jiao Xing just wanted to shake Peng Yue's mind and shake the will of the desperate human monks in Wanghai City, so that they could hold on to a glimmer of hope and not blow themselves up.

Seeing that Peng Yue was silent, Jiao Xing rolled his eyes and looked up at Wanghai City.

At this time, Peng Zhen had been forced to death by several demon generals. Jiao Xing sneered: "Peng Yue, your last son is going to die here. Why don't you surrender?"

Peng Yue suppressed the anger in his heart and did not speak, forcing himself to wait for that illusory opportunity.

Peng Zhen's roar spread into the air. As the fifth son of Peng Yue and a direct descendant of the Peng family, Peng Zhen, the once high-spirited Jindan master, was now in a state of embarrassment, surrounded by the demon generals of the water tribe.

These shrimp soldiers and crab generals looked greedy and looked at Peng Zhen with salivation, ready to eat him.

Peng Yue has blocked his five senses and no longer pays attention to external things. He does not want to feel that his last son died in front of him.

However, at this moment, a bolt of thunder flashed.

Click!
Blue-purple thunder suddenly descended, and the lightning surged across the sky and landed accurately on the top of Wanghai City.

In an instant, a demon general turned into ashes without even wailing.

Peng Zhen looked at the thunder falling all around him in shock, and a glimmer of unrealistic hope arose in his heart. Could it be that the Zhou Dynasty had given up on them, and someone else rushed into the siege to save them?
"Who?!"

Jiao Xing looked up angrily, but suddenly became glazed over.

But during the violent wind and rain, the layers of clouds that were stacked on Wanghai City like mountains were torn apart. Amidst the lightning and thunder, a three-thousand-foot-tall god with a body wrapped in wind and thunder came striding forward with his feet on water and fire.

Jiang Sheng didn't waste any words. When he raised his hand, vitality and inspiration from the sky swarmed in, turning into the breath of thunder essence in the hands of Yuchen Tianjun.

In the next breath, Renshui True Thunder, Binghuo True Thunder, and Wutu True Thunder continued to fall, and the dense thunder spread to Wanghai City like a thunder and lightning forest hanging upside down in the sky.

The brilliant thunder surged, and the three-color true thunder spread over Wanghai City, turning all the demon soldiers and generals who surged up the city wall into ashes.

Dharma!

This is the power of Dharma.

In today's situation where the three realms do not appear in the world, Faxiang Zhenren is a well-deserved immortal god.

"Run!"

"Run quickly, the human Dharma is coming!"

The demon generals who were at the Golden Core Realm and Nascent Soul Realm showed fear and fled in all directions.

Looking at the receding tide, an iron lock engraved with the red flame dragon pattern appeared in Yuchen Tianjun's hand.

In the next breath, accompanied by the roar of the fire dragon, the Flame Dragon Lock transformed into three Lihuo True Dragons and rushed towards the three sides of Wanghai City, spraying out hot dragon flames to clean up the retreating demon soldiers and generals.

And Yuchen Tianjun himself went straight to the south. Compared with these demon soldiers and generals, the three dragons were the key.

Seeing the Dharma form wrapped in wind and thunder, with its feet stepping on water and fire, and carrying thousands of fresh air and clouds, Jiao Xing suddenly felt the brilliant power of heaven coming towards him.

"go!"

Jiao Xing's eyes were about to burst and he turned around to run away.

Peng Yue looked at the approaching Tianjun Dharma in astonishment. For a moment, complex emotions surged into his heart but he didn't know what to say. There was no joy, just a mouthful of bitterness.

This is not the Dharma of the Zhou Dynasty, nor is it the Dharma of the Tianhe Dao Sect.

Jiang Sheng looked at the three fleeing South China Sea dragons and slowly raised his arms.

For a moment, the wind and thunder stirred, and the water and fire surged. The wind, thunder, water and fire spread to the arms of Yuchen Tianjun, turning into the color of chaos and evolving into thousands of streams of light.

Yiqi·Heaven and Earth Qianyuan Palm was activated by Jiang Sheng again.

This magical power technique derived from "Qianyuan Dejing Daojun Shuo Likan Water and Fire Sutra" evolved into another scene in Jiang Sheng's hands.

At this time, this is no longer the Heaven and Earth Qianyuan Palm of Dejing Daojun, but the Four Symbols Green Lotus Palm that belongs exclusively to Jiang Sheng.

There was a hazy glow of chaos on the giant cyan palm, and the huge palm of a hundred thousand feet covered the sky and the sun and came across it, as if an insurmountable chasm always shrouded Jiao Xing's head.

Jiao Xing galloped for hundreds of thousands of miles without escaping from the cyan giant palm.

Jiang Sheng allowed the three South China Sea dragons to flee and followed them slowly.

Seeing that a dragon was planning to take the opportunity to rob the living beings, Yuchen Tianjun immediately took out a jade seal.

The Judicial Heavenly Lord's seal rolled over and turned into a hundred thousand feet in size. He immediately pressed across it and suppressed the dragon in the water waves in an instant. Within a moment, the dragon's blood spilled out.

A dragon in the realm of divine transformation died just like that.

Jiao Xing and the other dragon didn't dare to stop when they saw this, they tried their best to ignite all their magic power and ran away into the distance.

However, within a few breaths, Yuchen Tianjun fired three-color true thunder from the air.

The Renshui True Thunder, Binghuo True Thunder, and Wutu True Thunder turned into a ball of three-color surging lightning, which surged away in an instant.

Another dragon was shrouded in the thunder pool transformed by the three-color true thunder and let out a mournful wail. Within a few breaths, the dragon's body was scorched black and its scales exploded, and it fell into the water helplessly.

Jiao Xing felt horrified at this moment, and the scales all over his body were standing on end. It didn't take long for the two compatriots to die.

And they died so easily, as if they were two earthworms being crushed to death.

Master Faxiang's suppression of ordinary gods made Jiao Xing feel as if there was a bottomless chasm in front of him, which was an insurmountable despair.

Looking at the Dharma image that was still chasing behind him, Jiao Xing ignited the demon blood, stirred up layers of clouds, and rushed into the distance with movie thunder.

On the coastal land, countless creatures felt a terrifying aura like an abyss and a prison passing over their heads. Looking up, they could only see the once majestic and all-powerful South China Sea dragons escaping towards the South China Sea.

Behind the dragon in the South China Sea, a Dharma-Xiang Tianjun followed him like a shadow, making it impossible for him to break free.

Jiao Xing didn't know why the Dharma Master behind him didn't take action, but he knew that as long as he escaped into the South China Sea, he would have a chance of survival.

Prince Zhaoming is now at the edge of the South China Sea.

Finally, after traveling hundreds of thousands of miles, Jiao Xing saw the edge of the South China Sea.

From that turbulent sea line, one could see the scorching sun hanging high in the sky and the mighty Dajiao on that side.

The wind and rain are coming, the waves are turbulent, and the shrimps, soldiers and crabs can't see the end at a glance.

Surrounded by various aquatic gods, a fire-flowing master hung quietly.

Above the Dajiao is the master of the Sixth Hall of the South China Sea, Prince Zhaoming, wearing a red dragon crown and a five-dragon suit.

Jiao Xing immediately felt hope when he saw Prince Zhaoming's Dajia: "Prince, save me!"

"Prince, save me!"

Jiao Xing's shouts spread for tens of thousands of miles, like rolling thunder sweeping across all directions.

However, in the next breath, Jiang Sheng gently dropped his palm.

Yuchen Tianjun lowered his palm at the same time, and the giant green palm that had been hanging above Jiao Xing's head was slapped down.

boom!
Thunder surged, fire grew, and the giant green palm fell like a mountain, knocking the dragon directly down into the sky.

The shrill wails continued to sound, but the ten thousand-foot-long dragon was seen struggling and twisting, its whole body cracked, its flesh and blood bursting open, countless scales cracked and fell into the water, and at the same time, the dragon's blood was sprinkled like rain.

As soon as the blood and scales of the divine-transformation dragon enter the water, countless aquatic tribes rush to grab it.

However, in the next breath, Jiao Xing wailed and struggled and finally fell into the water, splashing thousands of waves.

As the dragon's body fell into the water, mud suddenly surged and rolled at the junction of the coastal land and the South China Sea, and the water became turbid in an instant.

Yuchen Tianjun stands above the coastal land, with his feet on water and fire, and his body wrapped in wind and thunder. His light blue fairy eyes are indifferent, like an immortal who is neither sad nor happy, looking down at Fajia above the South China Sea, completely ignoring the suppressed person. The dragons move underfoot.

Looking at Jiao Xing who was suppressed at the junction line, many of the demon kings of the water tribe had the intention of retreating.

The human Dharma appears.

Prince Zhaoming's expression remained unchanged as he looked at the Dharma image standing at the junction.

Jiang Sheng snorted coldly, fished out Jiao Xing's scarred dragon body from the turbid water, then turned around and walked away.

Looking at Jiang Sheng's retreating figure, Prince Zhaoming motioned for Fa to return to the palace, without uttering a word from beginning to end.

In Wanghai City, the monks ignited hope and began to fight back continuously. The Nanhai Tribe retreated again and again, and the black tide kept rolling back. Before the monks could continue to pursue the victory, a whimpering sound was heard from the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw a bloody dragon corpse falling down.

The dragon's body slumped down weakly and fell straight into the water, causing a turbulent wave.

Immediately afterwards, another dragon, whose body was charred and black as if it was overripe, was thrown down.

The water waves splashed into the sky again.

After two consecutive dragons fell, under the watchful eyes of the monks and people of Wanghai City, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed.

The wind has stopped and the rain has stopped, the sky is clear and the air is clear.

The dark clouds that had shrouded Wanghai City for several years cleared away, revealing the scorching sun above the sky.

The big sun cast thousands of golden lights, and a Taoist with a green crown and black robe came riding on a bull.

The Taoist held an iron lock in his hand. The thin iron lock stretched for thousands of miles, and at the end was a dragon tied up like a rice dumpling.

Looking at the figure of the Taoist riding the bull in the sky, the city burst into deafening cheers after a moment of silence.

The cheers soared into the sky, as if they were trying to clear away the gloom that had lingered over Wanghai City for several years.

Peng Yueqiang stepped forward and saluted: "Thank you, Master, for saving thousands of lives in Wanghai City from fire and water. Yue, I am deeply grateful."

"Wanghai City will build a golden body for the real person, worship it day and night, and praise it for thousands of years."

Jiang Sheng's expression was as gentle as the spring breeze melting the snow. He was no longer as cold as before: "It's you who saves thousands of creatures in Wanghai City from fire and water, not me."

"A poor Taoist does not seek a golden body, nor does he need to worship in Wanghai City day and night."

"The Nanhai Tribe has retreated, and Wanghai City is temporarily safe. Presumably the Zhou Dynasty will send reinforcements again soon."

After saying this, Jiang Sheng patted the green cow, and the green cow turned around and headed east.

Peng Yue looked at Jiang Sheng's retreating figure and shouted quickly: "Dare you ask the real person's name?"

The green ox was carrying the Taoist gradually away, and a clear and clear sound came from afar.

"Penglai, Lingyuan." (End of this chapter)