The City’s Strongest Immortal Emperor

"Okay, leave it to Lei."

He said this to Ye Chen and others.

"You Mingyue Guan said that this futon is made of three thousand red dust stones."

"This."

"Cheated others."

"But you can't lie to me."

He has the absolute confidence to say this.

Undoubtedly, these are what Murong Xiaojiang said after facing the changes.

At this time, the Cichen futon was steadily grasping in his hand.

"Don't think you are terrific when you go out of the way of heaven. Since you know what this futon was originally like, are you not afraid of us snatching it?"

Mutant Murong Xiaojiang responded quite cautiously this time. It can be said that her eyes had never left this futon, even if she moved slightly away, she quickly moved back again.

"Hahaha, don’t say that the red dust stone is made of your corpse, even if it’s the real bones in you, it can be refined into something compatible with the world in front of my heaven and earth, so that you can’t even feel it. Come. Do you believe it or not?"

This guy is terribly yawning.

At least Ye Chen thinks so.

You TM have this ability, but also to do the stolen and careful things, the key is to get him out of the top tank, he found that the most unlucky person is waiting for him.

"Humph."

The overlapping cold hum makes it impossible to tell how many people are cold humming and whether it is male or female.

The next thing is that the curse that makes the scalp tingle sounds, it is almost to block the ears of the people, which is much more powerful than the hundreds of monks who are studying together at the same time.

As these spells moved, the red dust futon, also known as the Cichen futon, became active, the colored lines of the size of the root hair emerged, and they struggled with the naked eye at the speed visible to the naked eye.

It is a pity that this movement has not been able to drive the entire futon out of Lai Juncheng's control.

The mantra is becoming more and more eager, and the fog around it is violently rolling, finally showing the long-lost blue sky and white clouds.

"The Immortal Order is here, will you wait until you bow down?"

Some people shouted at the opportunity.

"Bead Lao Gui, you have an order to raise the fairy. Lao Tzu also has it, let Lao Tzu come first."

Someone initiated a dispute.

However, they still couldn't see anyone, and it seemed that they were still afraid of this sensational fog and dared not get close.

"Come on, the commander will follow the subjective ascension!"

Suddenly, the sound of a dense spell stopped abruptly, and a roar was heard.

By the time everyone looked at it again, the fog above his head had already dispersed, and some cultivators holding vermilion tokens came down.

"Holy Lord!"

"Holy Lord!"

"..."

Several demon clan masters were overwhelmed, and they came from their holy master.

They don't know what this is all about.

It seems that people's performance is not what Murong Xiaojiang Shengxian who is advocating for the change has come from, but that they are still dying with this big demon just now.

How does this make them feel comfortable with themselves? Is this their responsibility?

Isn’t this ridiculous?

Tong Wen alone frowned, but just glanced at the person he hated very much, er, it was a demon, and no opening.

Ye Chen couldn't figure it out, wouldn't these guys be crazy?

Just thinking about it makes sense.

Shengxian!

Sheng Xian is the ultimate goal for any monk.

Can you do anything that can be said for this ultimate goal?

"Huh, huh, idiots say dreams!"

"If you don't want to be regarded as a stepping stone, just stand with the demon head while holding the red dust of Rushzi."

Lai Juncheng must be the one to ridicule these people.

However, which green onion he counts is not worth mentioning in front of these people, or for the purpose of the other party.

But they didn't even want to recognize their relatives, just glanced at the juniors who were hostile to the mutant Murong Xiaojiang and never paid attention.

"The commander is the protection of the subjective subject."

"Come on, kill me who stole the futon."

Variation Murong Xiao Jiang Zhuang said solemnly that this time there was only one voice, and it was unusually nice. At least a few of the people who had the order had their bones crisp.

"This is the sound and magic skills?"

Ye Chen whispered, it seemed that he had heard of this practice, and the cultivators who had been devoured by him had practiced this practice to the top level.

"Come on if you are not afraid of death."

Lai Juncheng held the futon in his hand. Before the old guys surrounded him, he immediately detonated the futon in his hand.

Ye Chen wanted to scold his mother, so how did you deal with it?

You are still the heir to heaven and the earth.

He never dreamed that this guy was an embroidered pillow that was strong and capable of doing things. From the beginning, he played the same bad idea.

Fortunately, he also has a magical body protector, Juquejian can't be used to eliminate disasters, only the Eight Diagrams Gexian furnace can be used.

He turned into a streamer directly into the gossip Ge Xian furnace.

Some of the closest demon clan masters have been caught off guard by the power of self-exploitation, and may have had some resistance, but it is only a thousandth of a blink of an eye, it does not make any sense.

Instead, the few people holding the tokens were not directly gray.

The token divided a light arc to protect them in it, but they also directly returned to their original face under the influence of this light arc, not a bear, ape, snake, lion, and pig.

"Hahaha, what heaven?"

"What a heavenly line?"

"It's ridiculous!"

"It's all silly and naive stuff. Do you think that ruining the three thousand red duststones we have worked so hard for many years can prevent us from constructing flawless immortals and gaining soar?"

"You guys just talk about dreams!"

After talking about this, Scarlet Murong Xiaojiang's mana mentioned abruptly detonated the occupied flesh and turned into a huge cloud of blood mist.

"what!"

A screaming rumbling came into Ye Chen's ear. According to him, it was probably the real owner of the flesh, Murong Xiaojiang.

This is not over yet, that Blood Mist has no interest in a few demon repair bodies, and it is directly turned into a bloody curtain to unify the places where Fang Yuan does not know how many miles, and then flies into the center like a filter.

Ye Chendun felt the pressure multiplied, how did he find that the white particles on the bloody curtain appeared, and then quickly gathered, and soon saw that it was a prototype of the human body.

It's a pity that he can't get out of the iron curtain formed by the curtain when he controls the Eight Diagrams Gexian Furnace.

This shocked him.

At this time, he can not only exert the strength of the fairy land, but the full-time conflicts are quite the attack power of a fairy land. How can he still be trapped by this bloody curtain?

Just when he was horrified and inexplicable, the prototype of the character had been completely completed. A perfect ketone body with a face like crown jade skin wins snow appeared, and he was actually smiling in his direction.

"Xian Yin, you should give Ben Xian a good stay."

The man just issued such a sentence and disappeared.

Then Ye Chen found that he and Bagua Gexianlu were completely wrapped in a bloody curtain.

Several beasts roared afterwards, and he felt that the Eight Diagrams Gexian furnace was dragged in a certain direction by some great force.

If he could see the appearance of the former world of Hongchen Lake, he would be surprised.

In the middle of the red dust lake, a luminous light door was opened sometime. Some monsters that turned into beasts were excited and dragged a white-flagged fairy to drive the car to the light door.

And this fairy was inlaid with a blood-red bead on his forehead.

"Hahaha, I finally got my wish!"

"Fairyland, I am Haimingyue."

"You, are you ready to meet this fairy?"

What kind of arrogance it is, how arrogant it is.

A monk who is soaring in the lower realm, actually wants to meet the whole fairy world, is your face too big?

In Xianxianjie, a small platform suspended in the colorful auspicious clouds, several apertures were excited at the same time, making a short roar.

A few moments later, several white-haired elderly figures appeared collectively on this platform.

"What a good day today, but this platform has not been inspired yet. Could it be that the realm hit the Universiade and was sent a collective soaring gift package?"

"Oh, gratifying, congratulations."

"Hum, you cyclamen have another business to do, which is certainly gratifying."

This is a beaming look.

Over there, it is abruptly changed.

Just as a few monster beasts passed through the light gate with a few pieces of red dust order, that is, Shengxianling, a sound that was so powerful that it made people cry out loud suddenly sounded.

"The sky kills the plane, the fight moves from the star to the ground, the ground kills the plane, the dragon snakes land. In the name of the sky, in the name of the land, you must not pass!"

As the voice appeared, the glittering silk thread like Tianluodi net flashed, and the guy who claimed to be above the heights and claimed to be Haimingyue was instantly cut into countless small pieces.

It turns out that each of these silk threads is an unrivaled sword light formed by heaven and earth. No matter how excellent his talent is, his body is perfect, and he can't stand the cutting of the power formed by the entire world.

The round ball forcibly embedded in the center of the forehead was cut into seven hundred and eighty behind the bloody curtain and restored to what it should be.

Perhaps it was because of inertia, or maybe because of other reasons, only the five monster beasts and a gossip Gexian furnace passed through the soaring light gate this time.

Then the light door closed suddenly and dimly, accompanied by a man's sigh.

After the netless sword-like sword light dissipated, a big thumb with a thumb shrunk into a black ball suddenly emerged from the place where Hai Mingyue was. The black ball "squeaked" and slammed into the position where the light gate appeared just now.

He Guangmen has been hidden for a long time, and everything he has done is in vain. After countless round trips in this area, he chose to curl up into a mass and quickly sink into a humble area of ​​this continent.

Isn't that what the bite worm is?

Ye Chen, who had passed through the light gate, suddenly felt his body suddenly light, as if he had lost some restraint.

Even as a night demon lord, he doesn’t know what is keeping him trapped. He can only guess a rough idea, maybe it is related to the laws of heaven and earth in that world, or it is related to the path of cultivation of immortals he changed. .

Before waiting for him to enjoy the relaxed and relaxed feeling, a five-color aperture would cover him with a ghostly breakthrough and the gossip Ge Xian furnace shield.

Feeling that there is no hostility in this aperture, he did not resist at all. He probably guessed the utility of this thing.

On the access platform, the seven apertures that were lit at almost the same time suddenly wailed and dimmed.

"what!"

"Did you encounter the chaos of time and space? Or was the moment of soaring taken away by the devil's mind?"

"Unfortunately, I seem to feel that the master of this aperture is the key figure in this collective soar."

"Well, what a pity, soaring to the upper realm is inherently dangerous, and it would be normal to lose so much."

Several old men watched the long-awaited flashing aperture talking.

"I don't think so, it may be caused by disrepair."

"Hush, don't talk nonsense, these things get my turn to wait for Xiaoxian to talk."

"Yeah, I won't mention it again in this way. How many years have I waited here? People just find a head and can shirk the responsibility on me. I will ask Sendai to walk around, No one wants to retreat without thinking of the whole body, don't wipe away the fairy bones that have been repaired."

"The opposite, the opposite, it is reasonable to cooperate with the little old man to do a good job in this small business, and then there will be immortal wine to drink."

It seemed that a consensus was quickly reached here, and the group closed their mouths and stood upright on the docking platform, waiting for the arrival of the fat sheep.

The brightness of several apertures suddenly rose, and Ye Chen and the figures of the demon Xiu who pulled the car finally emerged slowly, from nothingness to substance.

"This is the fairyland?"

"Lao Zi finally succeeded in flying!"

"This taste is too uncomfortable, and the old bear's head is dull."

Several demon cultivators were excited and inexplicable, yelling happily, and no one mentioned the initiator who drove them, as if that person had never appeared from the beginning to the end, or it seemed more appropriate without him.

Only Yemou scanned the nearby circle for the first time, and finally set his sights on the white-haired old men, with wide robes and long sleeves, and fairy-like bones, the fairy-like characters he knew.

After shaking his spirits and even inadvertently sorting out his clothes, he first stepped out of the position of the aperture and greeted these people with a courtesy: "Everyone is good. Ye Xiaozi is courteous here."

"Well, why are there a few little guys in the fairyland? What about the guy who attracted the platform to open the heavenly gate? Won't he die?"

One of them looked at him with surprise.

"There is nothing fussing about. The so-called one-man chicken-dog ascension is like this. I heard that Hu Buwei, who is a strong fox immortal clan, led the whole fox clan from the lower realm."

Someone didn't feel the slightest interruption.

"Okay, these don't matter anymore. The land fairy land is in the land fairy land, and it saves us from reporting to the above. The process is super cumbersome and annoying."

One of the eyes turned and said.

Several demon repairers on Xing's head did not feel that there was something wrong, but Ye Moumei frowned, knowing that he was in trouble.

"Well, you guys are coming here. There are some things that my current generation can do well.

The old man with a white-bearded beard wiping his chest in front of him said kindly but without losing prestige.

"Yes, senior!"

"Yes."

Ye Mouren did not call his predecessors the same as those of the others, but he answered very briefly, just one word, still not humble and humble.

However, several demon-cultivators chose to advance and retreat together, as if they were a well-trained whole, not only with consistent words, but even with uniform movements.

Of course, these were noticed by a few old people, and those who can live to their age will not look too bad even if they are lacking in some aspects. Moreover, they are not the kind of suffering that has always been enshrined in large sects with strong strength. Cultivator.

"First of all, your cultivation ground is not enough to be a fairyland, and the free benefits of this fairyland cannot be enjoyed."

The seemingly affable old man can't let a few demon calm down by saying the first bland one, especially the few demon cultivators, who have no preparation at all.

Ye Ye, there were too many similar things. I didn't care at all, and I didn't panic, as if it should be so.

"Senior, why is this?"

The guy with long arms raised his voice to ask what was happening. It was a little reckless. He thought it was in the lower realm. He was a holy lord, and few people could provoke the lord.

"Don't worry, the little guy listens to me first!"

The old man was still very kind, and did not even show a little unhappy.

This person's words are the decree, how can several demon violate?

Soon the guy with long arms reacted, they were nothing but scum in front of these old fairies, and the other few understood faster.

"Whether you call it soaring or ascending a fairy in the lower realm, the minimum one is to achieve the perfection of the heavenly wonderland. I am not right?"

The old man suddenly asked with a glance.

"Correct."

"Exactly."

Although Yemou disagreed, he still gave a positive answer.

He has long sensed the concentration of Reiki in the lower realm, which is definitely not the upper fairy realm. According to his experience, this is just a place that can barely be called the lower fairy realm. The entire lower fairy realm wants to be raised to the height of the upper fairy realm. There is a long way to go.

It's no wonder that their group of celestial cultivators in the fairyland were not excluded by this fairyland, but came here very smoothly after the hapless egg that had the right to soar was destroyed.

Such a result may also be the one that Lei Juncheng can perform, otherwise he will not say that he is going to give him a bit of luck.

I am afraid that he was not a native monk who could not fill him, or because of this reason, he chose him to blame him.

Ye Chen felt awesome and cheerful, and felt more and more that he had touched the truth that he should have known.