Peach Fortune Ring

Penglai Island.

Donghuang and Fusang God King have been waiting for Song Yan's arrival.

Today, more than ten days have passed since the agreed time, but Song Yan still came unexpectedly.

Hearing his voice, Dong Huang and Fusang God King Jiang Taiyi, who were sitting cross-legged in the two palaces, stood up suddenly, their eyes sparkling.

"Master, Song Yan is finally here!"

Ji Yuxi rushed in with a face full of excitement.

"Walk."

King Fusang narrowed his eyes, and while his figure was swaying, he came out of the palace, just in time to meet Dong Huang who had come out of another palace. The two looked at each other, and they both saw a trace of solemnity in each other's eyes.

"According to plan."

Dong Huang said in a deep voice.

Jiang Tai nodded.

"General Song, please enter the island."

A thick voice came from the mist, and then the mist began to surge, and a passage leading to the island appeared.

"Thank you."

Song Yan responded inside, and then used his true energy to drive the raft towards the passage.

Just as the raft was halfway through, the foggy passage in the front and back suddenly disappeared. For a while, Song Yan and Song Yan fell into the fog.

Song Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of disdain appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He has already heard from Qin Xin that there is a large natural fog formation around Penglai Island, and the formation is full of various hidden reefs and traps. Therefore, even if someone can find Penglai Island, they cannot pass without the permission of the Mountain and Sea God Palace. Fog array enters the island

But Song Yan is an exception, he has the supernatural power of clairvoyance, where there are traps and hidden reefs, he can see through them at a glance.

Therefore, he continued to push the raft towards the island with a relaxed expression.

There is a human-high bronze mirror on Penglai Island, which is a magic weapon. However, the only function of this magic weapon is to control the fog formation around Penglai Island.

Seeing that Song Yan was not affected by the fog, easily avoided the traps and hidden reefs and continued to drive towards the island, Dong Huang's expression changed.

Jiang Taiyi's face darkened too. Apart from his martial arts, he was also proficient in calculating formations. Even though he was not sure about passing through this foggy formation, Song Yan acted so easily.

"It seems that the fog formation can't stop him!"

"That's not necessarily!"

Dong Huang sneered, and said to a boy next to him: "Quickly send an order to let the inner disciples who are ambushing in the formation to assassinate Song Yan!"

"Yes!"

The boy nodded, and quickly ran to a bronze bell, knocking it three times, and immediately, the bell rang throughout the island.

In the big formation, a total of nine inner disciples of the Mountain and Sea God Palace were ambushed.

When they heard the bell, their expressions turned cold, revealing their murderous intentions.

On the raft, a faint sneer suddenly appeared on the corner of Song Yan's mouth.

"Crash! Crash! Crash!"

Three figures jumped up from the water, followed by three icy lights, piercing Song Yan's vitals as fast as lightning.

"Dong Huang, I really think highly of you, you actually sent a group of useless people to assassinate me!" Seeing this, Song Yan was not surprised at all, and sneered at Dong Huang before bursting into three bursts of energy.

"Puff puff!"

The three qi energies crashed into the bodies of the three people one step at a time, and hit their middle dantians. Then, the three people trembled, fell straight from the air, and fell into the water again.

"laugh!"

A sharp sword suddenly came out from under the raft, but it was a pity that Song Yan lifted his right foot slightly, and the sharp sword stopped in place, unable to move any further.

"Shhhhhhhh!"

At this moment, five magic weapons of different colors flew out of the mist and rushed towards Song Yan.

"The magic weapon falling into your hands is simply a waste of heaven and earth." Song Yan smiled lightly, and suddenly reached out to grab it. In an instant, five magic weapons fell into his hands, and then the true essence poured into them, directly destroying the spiritual imprint inside.

"Puff puff!"

The sound of spurting blood and muffled groans came from the mist.

"This person's strength has indeed reached the ninth level!"

In front of the bronze mirror magic weapon, Dong Huang said with a gloomy expression.

After finishing the nine people hidden in the formation, Song Yan continued to steer the raft towards the island. After a few minutes, the fog disappeared, and a tall pier appeared in his sight.

"Xin'er, let's go!"

Song Yan took the piano heart, jumped up, and landed on the pier from the raft.

Chapter 317 The Crushing of Strength

On the pier, there were two young disciples of the Mountain and Sea God Palace in white robes waiting there. They didn't show any hostility when they saw Song Yan, but rather politely said: "General Song, Senior Sister Qin, please come with us .”

Song Yan nodded, and followed the two disciples up the stone steps behind the pier.

Afterwards, they came to a wide martial arts arena.

However, there is a martial arts arena in Nuo Da, and there are only nine young men and women wearing white star robes and carrying long swords standing there.

But when Qin Xin saw these nine people, her face changed slightly, and she reminded Song Yan in a low voice: "Brother-in-law, be careful, these nine people are the secret disciples of the Mountain and Sea God Palace, and their cultivation has reached the sixth level of the realm, and they The long swords on his back are all top magic weapons.

Before I went to the mainland of China, they began to practice a set of ancient sword formations taught by Fusang God King. "

Although the aura of heaven and earth in this world far exceeds that of the real world, the level of development of monks is far inferior to that of the real world.

First of all, the fact that they cultivate the middle dantian greatly restricts the number of practitioners. Therefore, it is impossible for there to be too many practitioners in this world. After all, the lower dantian is naturally unblocked, but there is no one in the middle dantian.

Secondly, their ability to condense energy is far weaker than that of warriors in the real world.

The energy cultivated by warriors in this world is a little more frivolous and less pure. Not to mention compared with the true energy of immortal cultivators, even compared with the real energy of warriors in the real world, it is slightly inferior.

Of course, this world also has advantages.