Mortals ask the immortals

Duan Qing was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly to Xia Wushuang: "This junior has indeed dealt with the golden-winged roc in the sea in the bottle!"

"I wonder what the name of the golden-winged roc that my predecessors saw is called, and what are the characteristics of its appearance?"

Xia Wushuang recalled it carefully and shook his head slowly.

"In the hasty fight before, I just saw one of the demon cultivators manifesting a peng body. As for his specific appearance and name, Xia doesn't know!"

Hearing what Xia Wushuang said, Duan Qing had some idea in his mind.

It was probably just a roc-type demon cultivator. Xia Wushuang probably admitted his mistake.

No wonder, apart from him, only Master Muyu knew about Dugu Qiuyu's death.

He didn't even disclose this matter to Xue Wanyun, let alone Xia Wushuang.

It is normal to admit the wrong person without knowing that Dugu Qiuyu is dead.

While Duan Qing and Xia Wushuang were talking, Wu Kaiyuan, who was sulking in the corner of Feizhou, suddenly changed his expression.

He heard a word that he cared about.

Small southern boundary.

This person named Duan was actually from Xiaonanjie!

Would that be...?

He suppressed the urge to question Duan Qing and quietly glanced at Duan Qing's profile.

Upon seeing this, his expression suddenly changed again.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Wu Kaiyuan quietly took out a jade slip and read it with concentration.

Inside the jade slip is a sketch of a young man.

The young man's appearance was strikingly similar to Duan Qing's, but he looked a little childish, and his face had not faded away.

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Tens of miles behind the flying boat, on a huge dragon boat, five demon cultivators whose appearance was obviously different from the human race looked at the flying boat in front of them with different expressions.

One of the young demon cultivators with a golden horn on his forehead asked hurriedly to a thin young man with sharp eyes and an aquiline nose among the five: "Fellow Daoist Peng, have you seen clearly that those people have found helpers? "

The hook-nosed young man withdrew his gaze from the flying boat ahead and looked at the golden-horned young man with a relaxed look on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Tang is overly worried. The boy who boarded the flying boat is just a late-stage spiritual sea realm!"

When the four demons, including the young demon cultivator from Golden Horn, heard this, they suddenly became determined.

I thought those people had found some powerful helper, but it turned out to be just a late-stage spiritual sea realm!

At this time, a middle-aged demon cultivator with a pair of khaki horns on his forehead asked with some worry: "Fellow Daoist Peng, are you sure that that person is really in the late stage of the spiritual sea realm?"

It's not that he can't trust Taoist Peng. Taoist Peng is the form of a golden roc bird. His eyes can easily see things hundreds of miles away, and his concealment skills can't hide from him.

The most important thing is that Taoist Peng has known him for many years. He understands Taoist Peng's temperament very well and will not make casual remarks.

It's just that the speed shown by the man just now is not at all like that of someone in the late Linghai realm. To be on the safe side, that's why he asked this question.

Before Taoist Peng could respond, standing next to the middle-aged demon cultivator with khaki horns, another middle-aged demon cultivator with cyan horns also quickly asked: "Fellow Taoist Peng, you have to look carefully. If that person is really in the late stage of the spiritual sea realm, I will Even if we catch up to the Eight Realms, we still have to get the things back!"

Taoist Peng looked at the two middle-aged demon cultivators with khaki horns and cyan horns, and patted his chest in assurance.

"Friend Ao Chen, Taoist friend Ao Chen, don't worry, when did Peng's eyes miss this!"

Having said that, Taoist Peng seemed to have thought of something and became hesitant.

Ao Chen, a middle-aged demon cultivator with khaki horns, saw this and quickly asked: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Not only Ao Chen, but also Ao Chen and the other three looked at Taoist Peng in confusion.

Under the gaze of everyone, Taoist Peng said with some uncertainty: "That boy is indeed in the late stage of the Linghai Realm, but judging from the methods used by that boy, it seems that he is a member of the Middle Earth Divine Sect!"

Hearing what Taoist Peng said, Ao Chen and Ao Chen both breathed a sigh of relief.

The Shinto Sect is a behemoth in the Middle Earth, and the monks in the Middle Earth fear it like a tiger.

But to them, the endless sea monster cultivators, the Shinto Sect is nothing.

What happens in Broken Star Palace can only be solved in Broken Star Palace.

No matter what the grievances are, no force can take advantage of it. After leaving the Broken Star Palace, they can openly cause trouble for other people or forces.

This is an unwritten rule.

No matter how capable the Shendao Sect is, how can they enter the Endless Sea after leaving Broken Star Palace to seek revenge on them?

If the Shinto Sect really dared to do this, it would be provoking a conflict between the human and demon clans and offending all the demon cultivators in the Destiny Star.

Ao Chen and Ao Chen didn't care about this, but the faces of the young demon cultivators from Golden Horn and Red Horn next to them changed slightly when they heard the name of Shendao Sect.

The two looked at each other, with a trace of hatred flashing in their eyes, and immediately asked Fellow Daoist Peng: "Fellow Daoist Peng, I wonder what that person from the Shendao Sect looks like?"

Taoist Peng looked at the two young demon cultivators at Golden Horn in surprise, and without hiding anything, he directly told them what he saw.

Listening to Taoist Peng's description, the two people's expressions became darker and darker.

Especially when they heard that Duan Qing was wearing a strange bamboo hat on his head, their eyes suddenly lit up, and strong murderous intent erupted from their bodies.

It's really that kid!

The young demon cultivator from Golden Horn suppressed the murderous intention in his heart and said to Ao Chen: "Fellow Taoist Ao Chen, please be sure to catch up!"

"Tang hereby guarantees that as long as we can kill that boy from the Shendao Sect, my two brothers will owe a favor to fellow Taoist Ao Chen!"

Seeing the young demon cultivator with golden horns like this, Ao Chen knew without thinking that he must have had a grudge with the man from the Shinto sect.

He did not ask the reason, but nodded and said, "Okay, in order to help fellow Daoist Tang, Ao will risk it today!"

Killing a young cultivator of the Spiritual Sea Realm of the Shinto sect can get the favor of two demon cultivators of the Spiritual Life Realm. This deal is worthwhile.

Thinking of this, Ao Chen was a little impatient and sent a look to Ao Xiu who was standing next to him.

Ao Xiu understood and nodded slightly in response.

Then, Ao Chen and Ao Xiu simultaneously activated the power of their true form, and two faint dragon shadows appeared on the dragon boat.

The two dragon shadows circled on the dragon boat, and then suddenly flew towards the bow of the boat, respectively sinking into the two bronze dragon heads at the bow of the boat.

As the two dragon shadows sank into the two dragon heads, the speed of the dragon boat suddenly soared by 20% to 30%, and the distance with the flying boat dozens of miles ahead was rapidly shortened.

The young demon cultivators with golden horns and red horns standing on the high-speed flying dragon boat had gloomy faces, staring at the flying boat in front of them without blinking, and the murderous aura on their bodies became more and more alarming.

Especially the young demon cultivator with golden horns, his face was so gloomy that water could almost drip out.

Little beast, I will definitely pull out your tendons and skin you, eat your flesh and blood raw, and grind your bones to ashes!

Third brother, don't worry, big brother will never let you die in vain!