Fairy

Shangyang Island is a gigantic island that stretches for thousands of miles, like a giant crocodile lying in the Beiming Sea.

The island is heavily fortified, and the rocks are built into a high courtyard wall around the island. It is not an exaggeration to describe the defense inside as impenetrable.

Wang Xian leaned the boat on the shore, shot the anchor into a rock, and helped Ruan Hongyu's weak body to walk towards the stone gate of the island.

"Ruan Ruyu, the second-generation disciple of Confucian Zong, please quickly pass it on to Confucian Zong Lao Ruan!" Ruan Hongyu coughed after speaking, and the phlegm he coughed up was streaked with blood.

Wang Xian scanned Shangyang Island with his spiritual sense, and found four cultivators in the ecstasy state standing at the four corners of the outer city. They stood there like stone sculptures.

A young man wearing a black cloak walked out from Shangyang Island, he looked at Ruan Hongyu with a lightning-like gaze, and asked in surprise, "Senior Sister Ruan, who hurt you?"

"Junior Brother Xu, help Senior Sister. Senior Sister was injured by someone from Ye Se Sect, the opponent of Confucianism." Ruan Hongyu winked at Junior Brother Xu behind Wang Xian's back, with an eager desire for Junior Brother Xu to help.

Wang Xian's consciousness swept away, and he saw Ruan Hongyu's flirtation with Junior Brother Xu, thinking that the relationship between the two was ambiguous, so he didn't think about other aspects.

Junior Brother Xu supported Ruan Hongyu, nodded to Wang Xian, and said, "Thank you Senior Tang for escorting Senior Sister to Shangyang Island. Mr. Ruan has been waiting for Senior inside for a long time, please tell me inside."

Wang Xian's eyes flashed coldly, and he said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Xu, lead the way."

From Junior Brother Xu's words just now, Wang Xian had already heard the flaws, and felt a little uneasiness in his heart. Once again, he calmly scanned the outer city of the island with his spiritual sense, and saw that the four cultivators guarding the four corners did not move. He took a step and followed the two towards the inner city of the island.

The island is divided into an outer city and an inner city. The outer city is made of stone, the inner city is made of paulownia wood, the outer city is a fortified barrier, and the inner city is loose and tight.

Wang Xian sent a voice transmission to Gongsun Yang, asking him to wait for an opportunity in the dark, not to leave him too far, and at the same time put the Kunyuan mirror in his heart, and cover it with his outer shirt. At critical moments, maybe the Kunyuan realm is life-saving Magic weapon, put two Huangquan ghosts on the cuffs at the same time, and can counterattack instantly when encountering danger.

Wang Xian looked around and was very interested in the island, but in fact, he was already checking the escape route.

There are four real-stage cultivators guarding the four corners of the outer city, and four real-stage cultivators guarding the four corners of the inner city. There are also four real-stage cultivators in the four corners of the castle-like courtyard that Master Xu led Wang Xian into. Long-term cultivators hold on.

"What kind of mysteries are the people of Confucianism doing? Could it be that they are laying out formations?" Wang Xian had already stepped into a small courtyard with Junior Brother Xu while he was meditating.

As soon as he stepped into the small courtyard, Wang Xian immediately felt miserable. It turned out that he could only use his spiritual sense to find out that the four corners of the small courtyard were guarded by four cultivators from the late ancestor stage. younger brother.

"Wang Daoyou has come to Confucianism, and you still don't show your true colors?" A loud voice came from a hundred meters away, and an old man dressed in white and white beard walked out of the darkness. The hook is average.

Wang Xian took a few steps back, pretending to be confused, and asked, "Who is Daoyou Wang? You must have mistaken me, senior. I met senior in Xiatangchuan."

Just now, Wang Xian saw that the white-clothed old man in front of him was the old monster who had condensed the golden core in the primordial spirit stage, and he was an old monster of the same level as Fairy Zibing.

"Tang Chuan, it's just a pseudonym. Don't tell lies in front of real people, Wang Daniu, if you don't cry in the coffin, well, pull Xu Zhu out." Old Ruan said to the Confucian disciples in the dark with a gloomy expression.

Booming sounds came from a distance in the darkness, mixed with the rattling sound of iron chains, a huge iron ball rolled over, and on the iron ball was a blood man with iron chains piercing through every vital part of his body.

"Senior Brother Xu Zhu!" Wang Xian frowned, looking at the shoulder blade