Today we don't know what the palace lord is called.

The Demon Buddha fell into the sea after chasing him. Many young disciples of Qiongshan Sword Sect and Guanghe Palace were eager to catch up, but they were all stopped by Lin Daochang.

"Senior brother Lin! The sword master is below—"

"Didn't the devil go after him!"

The disciple of Guanghe Palace said: "But, let's go help..."

Jianxiu looked them back and forth with fierce eyes: "Just you, you have to bother to protect you after going down, isn't it more chaotic?"

"There are too many devil dragons and ghost sharks!"

Even though the Taoists in the city were no longer blindly flustered, they were still entangled by tens of thousands of ghost sharks for a while, and the palace master started to worry about what to do if they didn't have such a big pot.

Throttling the thin ones, leaving the good looking, plump, big and fleshy ones.

Fu Yuanzhi's dragon ramen was too much to handle, so he first chose those that were not too strong in magic energy and easy to digest, and ate them as sashimi.

Only after eating the remnant soul of the Supreme Demon Lord, the power in the soul will be directly used by oneself. This is not the case with other demonic energy. distressed.

——I vaguely remember that in the secret realm of the puppet city, what kind of skills does Lehenxing have, which can be eaten and used immediately?

"who are you--"

As soon as Fu Yuanzhi turned his head, he saw the monk from the Danding Pavilion he had seen before, and that person looked at his arm in amazement—at this moment, there were layers of black scale-like objects on Fu Yuanzhi's arm—the demon As a result of the energy, the devil energy in his body seemed to have sensed the blood of the dragon whose body was still in a sealed state, and simulated it in advance.

Fu Yuanzhi raised his hand and patted his arm in distress, but found that the demon energy was stubborn and he couldn't pat it back.

"This... Fellow Daoist..." The Dandingge cultivator seemed to squeeze out the title through his teeth with great reluctance, "Thank you for the reminder, fellow Daoist, I have the shape-changing elixir here, I wonder if you have it need……"

Shape-changing elixir?That's unnecessary.Fu Yuanzhi shook his head, this is not because of the failure of transformation, but because the dragon blood in his body is still sealed, and it will be fine when it is untied.

The image of his mother rarely appears in his memory, because the Supreme Demon King has no mother, and he himself does not know which rock he jumped out of, and the mother of the youngest son of the Fu family died before he was three years old, even if he was from the Xiuzhen family. It is also difficult for his child to remember things before the age of three, so when he was a child, he once thought that the wet nurse was his mother.

Now he knows that even if he has been a Demon Lord for tens of thousands of years, he will still be happy because of the life experience he just learned-his mother is not some selfish and willful noble lady, nor is it because she is too low to cultivate herself Playing to death, but I used to love the two brothers so much that I could send my own flesh and blood away to another country until I died without seeing each other again. I could also sacrifice my soul and completely seal the blood of the dragon. Until now, the seal is incomparable. So strong, Haiguo people could hardly track it, even he himself never found it.

One must know that Miss Bianzhi, who has a low level of cultivation, has even deceived the Supreme Demon Venerable, although she only deceived half of it.

She doesn't need her sons to become a powerful party, she just wants them to live, healthy, happy, and grow freely according to their own will.

So Fu Yuanzhi grabbed the alchemy furnace in the monk's arms.

"The elixir is just a heart, but, can I borrow this?"

Cultivator Dan Ding was stunned, and nodded subconsciously, seeing that Fu Yuanzhi stuffed a large handful of ramen into it.

"Your pot can hold it so well?"

Fu Yuanzhi easily stuffed a large handful of noodles in his hand just now, and it seemed that he only stuffed less than one bottom.

"...That is the secret treasure of our Danding Pavilion, Shennong Baoding, not a pot, it was handed down by the pavilion master..."

"Huh?" Fu Yuanzhi turned his head in surprise, "Are you the eldest disciple of Danding Pavilion?"

"When Zhao Yu, the chief of Xiadan Ding Pavilion, didn't you ask the name of the Taoist brother?"

"Yunmeng Tiangong, Fu Yuanzhi." Fu Yuanzhi said, "Well... I think I should also be the chief."

The Danding Pavilion disciple took a deep breath, and said in a whisper: "The rumors are true... The master of Yunmeng Tiangong ignored Tiangong and ran away with his little apprentice..."

"Huh? I don't care about it. Sometimes letting them do it by themselves is also a management method."

The palace lord seemed to be in a good mood, he said, "I'm just traveling, traveling."

Zhao Yushi kept an expression as if he had been struck by lightning, watching the little man who suddenly appeared climbed onto Fu Yuanzhi's shoulder and sat down, then pulled the tripod over and poured a lot of things into it.

"Thank you, Master!"

Fu Yuanzhi turned his head happily, and kissed the Mini Palace Mistress.

Zhao Yushi: "..."

He sorted out his emotions for a long time before he said: "The disciple has met Palace Master Yunmeng."

The palace lord waved his hand with an easy-going gesture, completely inconsistent with the rumored arrogance and indifference.

"Palace Master, do you know that Tiangong is facing a catastrophe?"

The hand that fiddled with the lobster paused, and the palace lord looked down at the ghost shark stretching out its claws, trying to grab his arm, so he raised his hand, and before he could make a move, Fu Yuanzhi had already carried the ghost shark away, clicking twice He chewed and ate it.

Zhao Yushi wiped his sweat... Could it be that the catastrophe of the Heavenly Palace mentioned by the teacher means that this devil confused the Lord of the Heavenly Palace?

"There is a demon cultivator in Yunmengtian Palace." Zhao Yushi still explained, "It seems that the end is approaching, but he doesn't seem to wait quietly until the five declines of heaven and man, but puts all his eggs in one basket before he dies, trying to absorb the spiritual power of Yunzechuan. In order to achieve a breakthrough in rebirth."

The Palace Master frowned, and immediately contacted the Palace Spirit of Yundu Palace who had been silent for a long time in his consciousness.But that Gong Ling really deserved to be Jinjiang from another world, she smoked whenever she said she wanted to, and collapsed when she wanted to, without any response.

The palace lord turned to another weapon spirit: "Zhanxue?"

"...Master!!!" Dao Ling replied in seconds, full of joy,

"Be good with your son."

"..."

"Danding Pavilion and Nanhua faction have sent people to Tiangong, but there is no response yet."

The palace lord nodded, Zhao Yushi hesitated for a while, and then plucked up the courage to ask: "Palace lord, it stands to reason that even if you are not here, there are other Taoist masters in Yunmengtian Palace, and the head master Qiuxian Daoist has the cultivation base close to that of a real immortal. , together with Dragon Slaying Sword Immortal, the well-known Master of the Demon Cultivator of Chuxin Palace, and the elders of various peaks..."

As he said, the dragon-slaying sword fairy jumped out of the deep sea, shining golden light all over her body, and the female sword fairy spit out a mouthful of blood with a bah, drew her sword and fought again, and fought with the dragons again.

Zhao Yushi: "...the Master Shudao..."

Not far away, a little boy in a brocade hat and sable fur came running over, screaming as he ran: "Help, Mistress—this kind of rabbit—no, this Chaos seems to be stuck in the neck by something, He's going to throw up—"

The spirit of Yundu Palace, as the spirit body of a house, although its origin is quite mysterious, it does not lack the characteristics of general weapon spirits. Whenever the owner of the weapon spirit calls, if there is no accident, the weapon spirit will of course return in seconds— — While thinking, the palace lord grabbed the big orange and said to Mr. Shudao:

"You go back to Tiangong, there may be a lot of trouble in Tiangong."

Although it takes a while to stock them, it's better not to raise them to death.

Daju's wings have already grown a layer of fluff at this moment, so it doesn't look so chaotic and evil. The palace master grabbed Daju and saw a big bulge in his fat body that couldn't tell where it was, so he had no choice but to——

After rubbing it twice, Daju really opened his mouth and spit out a person. The person staggered and fell to the ground, shivering uncontrollably.

As expected of the Sword Demon, one of the Four Envoys of the Demon Sect—generally the big oranges would be pulled out after being eaten, but this demon spit it out due to indigestion.

What's more, the devilish energy in his body was full of evil spirits, but at this moment, it was completely dissipated. The young man lying on the ground coughing looked handsome, not at all like the bloody devil before.

The demon raised his head, looked around in confusion, and trembled in fright when he saw the chaotic dragons around him.

He got up and said to the Palace Master: "Sword Sect Luo Ke in Xiaqiong Mountain, dare to ask who is senior, did you save me from those dragons? Huh? What was I doing before?"

Everyone looked at Daju in disbelief——when did you develop the brainwashing amnesia function?

The words of the amnesiac version of the sword demon aroused the curiosity of the palace master, because when he introduced himself, he was not a demon cultivator of the Linshui sword school. At the end of his current memory, he is still a Taoist, and, unexpectedly, he was born in Qiongshan sword Zong's Taoist.

No wonder the Demon Cultivator had a subtle attitude when it came to Qiongshan Sword Master.

"It seems that this is planned." The palace lord suddenly smiled, "Yunmeng Tiangong tree is very attractive, and Qiongshan is not much better. Many plans are clearly going to Qiongshan, but now the one in the sea Possibly the biggest hole in the plan."

Qiongshan and Moxiu have an indescribable and wonderful relationship. If the calculation is good, the disaster that the number one sword sect of Taoism will face is not less than that of Tiangong, but the biggest problem is that it should be used to the fullest. The Lord is inextricably linked with Xie Ran and his Guanghe Palace, but the problem is that this guy, Xie Ran, led his Guanghe Palace to jump back.

The ones who had the most fun killing ghosts and sharks on the edge of Haicheng's cliff were those demon cultivators from Guanghe Palace!

"I can't lose to Qiongshan!" the female demon Fochixuezhen shouted, holding up a flag of calling back souls with many bones in her hand, and waving it, the evil wind howled.

Lin Daochang raised his sharp long sword: "Slaying demons and eliminating demons, how can my Qiongshan disciples lose to the demons here!"

The fiery demon-slaying competition started. Both sides showed great strength, and there were special disciples who were in charge of counting. The other Taoists around were in a trance and thought they had entered some strange competition scene by mistake.

A huge vortex in the deep sea was getting deeper and deeper, and the frozen blood appeared from the bottom of the sea, spreading bit by bit.

Xie Ran, the Venerable Blood Lian, the devilish energy in his hands is like ripples in a pool of blood, and the ten thousand sword lights bring out a strong bloody wind. When Xie Ran makes a move, it is often his most iconic blood lotus, but the devil who knows Xie Ran's past You will know that Xie Ran's real killing move is still a sword move. He was born in the Qiongshan Sword Sect and is in the same line as the current sword master. Even though the purpose of sending him is to be an undercover agent, that experience has long been engraved in his soul , cannot be erased.

"How dare you draw your sword against me—"

Blood oozed from every scale of the dragon, and the blood of those dragons became the nourishment for the sword in Xie Ran's hand, and the light of the sword bloomed like a blooming blood lotus.

"How dare you plot against him, who gave you the guts!"

Xie Ran roared in the same way, and his anger turned into solid sword light, which swept over the body of the dragon one after another, causing the dragon to roll wildly in the sea.