Taoist temple that will cross

Chapter 465
A small island with a diameter of less than three or four miles, on which there is a half-acre medicinal field, scattered with more than a dozen small medicinal plants with an age of 10 to [-], and several medicinal plants with an age of more than [-] years. king.

The dense spiritual energy is constantly gushing out from the ground, nourishing these priceless ancient medicines without stopping.The aura didn't escape into the air at all, it seemed to be bound by some kind of mysterious magic circle.

The shrine has been silent for an unknown number of years, but the mysterious magic circle is still functioning normally?

This is not surprising, just look at the lake of fire thousands of miles around the island.

The red lake was so bright that the sky was reflected in fiery red. This was a real lake of fire, because it was blocked by the horizon and could not be seen at a glance.

The surface of the lake with a radius of thousands of miles is bursting with countless frightening bubbles, constantly gushing out the extremely hot air that can destroy the spirit of refining Qi and transforming gods, and severely damage the cultivators of refining gods and returning to the void.

In other words, the king of medicine on the small island is like honey dipped in poison, which looks so tempting that it cannot be touched at all.

In mid-air, quite a distance from the shore, Nezha, holding a pointed gun and riding a hot wheel, looked solemnly at the lake of fire.

Within a few tens of miles behind, there were more than 40 monks standing scattered, all of whom looked similar to Nezha.

"It is indeed the residence of the ancient emperor of heaven. There are even small medicine kings who are 6 to 10 years old, and medicine kings who are more than [-] years old. There are so many."

A chubby monk said with hot eyes.

"It's a pity that I can't make it through, I can only be jealous."

A skinny monk poured cold water on him.

The fat monk glared at the thin monk.

"What are you looking at?"

The thin monk narrowed his eyes and said.

"Look what's wrong with you?"

The fat monk's eyes widened.

"Will you try another one?"

"Try it and try it"

"Humph"

The skinny monk snorted, which sounded like a bell, and spewed out two streaks of white light.

"what"

The fat monk let out a huff, and a stream of yellow air spewed out from his mouth.

Two streams of air, one white and one yellow, collided together, just like sparks hitting the earth. There was a bang and an explosion, the fluctuations overturned an unknown number of miles, shaking the lake of fire violently, and the extremely hot air suddenly rose.

The implicated monks dodged in embarrassment while cursing.

These two idiots can't fight well anywhere, but fight on the edge of the lake of fire.

The fat monk and the thin monk were evenly matched in strength, and they fought for half an hour without a winner.

Nezha, who was already upset, became angry, and Thunder shot.The fire-pointed guns are like a dragon going out to sea, so powerful that the sky is trembling under the pressure, and the hot wheels roar, bringing Nezha back and forth with lightning.

The fat monk and the skinny monk joined hands when they saw outsiders meddling.The strength of the two of them is not weak at all, and they are even more powerful when they join hands.

Nezha failed to take down the two of them in hundreds of rounds, but was so embarrassed that he had to use his identity to suppress them.

"Hmph, Second General, you two sinners, dare to fight me!"

Fat monks, thin monks, are the Second General Heng Ha in the myth of the Conferred Gods.

Hearing this, he immediately stopped.

"The third prince is joking, you are a god general in the heaven, and you have more than a million under your command, how dare we fight with you?"

"Just for fun, your lord has a lot, don't be as knowledgeable as us two little people."

Both of them had smiles on their faces, and their postures were very low.

But in my heart I was cursing endlessly, what's the big deal, if I hadn't been deceived by lard back then, and stood on the side of the wealthy merchants, it would be your turn to be arrogant.

Nezha snorted coldly.

If it weren't for the fact that the second general Heng Ha could fight, he would never have brought them in.

"It's just a pity that there are more than a dozen herb kings, little herb kings, just like the Kunlun celestial maiden, they can't be touched."

The fat monk regretted.

"Speak well, don't speak yellow accents."

The skinny monk looked contemptuous.

"What kind of accent is Huang? It's not that Kunlun's celestial maidens don't eat fireworks in the world. Back then, Chi You and Jiutian Xuannv, Houyi and Chang'e, weren't all in pairs."

The fat monk retorted.

"You are also worthy to be compared with Chi You and Hou Yi"

The skinny monk disdains.

The fat monk was angry, staring as if he wanted to kill someone: "Skinny bamboo pole, do you still want to fight?"

"fear of you"

The Thin Friar was unafraid.

"enough"

Nezha scolded.

The two snorted at the same time, and then looked at each other disgustedly.

Nezha looked at the lake of fire, his face became serious again.

He and the monks have been here for a while, and from the beginning, the heart beat faster when stimulated by the ancient medicine in the medicine field on the small island, to the heart sank to the bottom after losing several good players in succession.

"Just leaving here empty-handed, I'm so sorry."

Nezha thought so.

"I heard that the third prince's Huntian silk was made by the ancient goddess Nuwa who left this world. She is not afraid of extreme temperatures, and is known as a heavenly barrier?"

The fat monk said again.

When Nezha heard this, his face turned cold: "Hun Tianling is in the hands of my younger sister, and when the Taoist took her younger sister, he also took it away."

"These three princes can bear it"

The fat monk showed anger.

"That little bull nose, if it wasn't for the nine-headed bird protecting him, I would have slapped him to death for the third prince."

The skinny monk said unwillingly.

Nezha's anger eased slightly: "If it wasn't for not delaying the search for the elixir, I was in the hall just now, and I would have taken him away."

"Third Prince, don't be upset, it's not too late to deal with him after you go out"

said the fat monk.

"Speaking of which, that little bull-nosed man is also stupid. He didn't want the chance to enter the shrine, and he insisted on making life difficult for the third prince."

The skinny monk pouted.

"After the Battle of the Conferred Gods, this is the first time I've seen such a principled person. If he didn't insist on provoking me, I would like to make friends with him."

Nezha showed some appreciation on his face.

The fat monk and the thin monk looked at each other.

"But this is the end of the matter, I can only, uh, why did he come in?"

Before Nezha finished speaking, he showed a surprised expression.

An afterimage rushed out from the thick fog in the sky at an unbelievably fast speed.

It's not who Cao Yi is.

"It must have come in with other forces that have emperor jade"

The thin monk craned his neck and said while watching.

"There is a way to heaven that he does not go, and there is no way to enter hell."

The fat monk smirked.

Nezha squinted his eyes, and the doll had a smile like waiting for a rabbit.

Cao Yi, who had just rushed out of the fog, was shocked when he saw Nezha and his party.

Thinking of the chasing soldiers behind, the idea of ​​diverting disaster to the east rose in his heart.

He rushed over without hesitation.

At a distance of three or four miles, a sudden brake came.

"Third Prince, we meet again."

Cao Yi said hello.

"Give back my sister-in-law and Huntian Ling"

Nezha said bluntly.

"Huntian Ling?"

Cao Yi looked at Nezha blankly.

When did he accept Nezha's Huntian Ling?

How to make people innocent.

"Huntianling is in the soul of her younger sister"

Nezha said coldly.

"Oh"

Cao Yi was stunned.

Whizzing!

The fat monk and the thin monk cut off Cao Yi's back path from left to right.

"Xiao Niubi, hand over your younger sister and Huntian Ling, maybe you can be saved from death."

cried the fat monk.

"What sister, when did Mrs. Diyong become your sister?"

The skinny monk rolled his eyes.

(End of this chapter)