My Taoist Companion Thumb Demon

"Scatter...Scatter beans into soldiers?" The petite demon cultivator flower spirit opened her small mouth, looking left and right, dizzying.She is the only female among the surviving monks, perhaps because she is a flower demon, and monsters are not very interested in her.

"It's a map of mustard seeds." Jianxiu Lengxuan said.He was the most injured, his robe was torn and covered in blood, but his eyes were firm and unyielding.

"Good! Good! Good!" Qinglong said three good words in succession, his tense body relaxed, his five claws softened, and he lay heavily on the ground.

The monk on the dragon's back was jolted suddenly and almost fell off. Tong Xiuzhu asked, "Brother Long, what's the matter with you?"

Qinglong spewed out two balls of air, and said: "It's okay, I, Long Aotian, have called wind and rain in the Dragon King Realm for thousands of years, how could I be here to mourn?"

The other monks were relieved when they heard his angry words.

Su Qingyun summoned all the monks in the Heavenly Palace. When the last ray of light rushed out of the Splendid Heavenly Tower, he shook his hand, and the mist and scroll disappeared instantly.

Beside him stood a dozen or so monks, all of them were extraordinary in appearance, imposing, and advanced in realm, and they saluted respectfully.

"I have met the Venerable Master, Venerable."

Su Qingyun said in a gentle and elegant manner: "You don't need to be too polite, please help solve the immediate problem first."

"Wow, what smell? It smells so bad? What kind of monsters are those? They're so ugly!" Tang Yuze pinched his nose and looked around. "This is Haotian Realm?"

These monks travel with the Venerable Master and the Venerable Venerable in all walks of life, taking risks to hunt for treasures and recruiting talents. The Lord brought into Haotian Realm.However, there is a big difference between the desolation and desolation they can see and the Haotian Realm they imagined!

"Our cultivation is suppressed here," Jing Yu said.Their immortal cultivators hate the evil spirit very much, and they feel uncomfortable just by smelling the stench.

"Huh? Why can't I feel any suppression?" Tang Yuze asked in confusion.

"You are a demon cultivator, so evil spirits have little effect on you," Liao Jin said.He was once controlled by the evil spirit of God Emperor Xieguang. At first, he endured the death energy with the body of a witch cultivator. The process was so painful that he couldn't live without it. It was not until a few years later that his body was completely occupied by the death energy, so he no longer rejected it.Now that he has regained his body as a witch cultivator, it is simply abhorrent to encounter these evil spirits again.

With a flick of Tang Lin Fengtian's silk belt, he hung lightly in the air and performed a simple dance of cleansing the dirt. Everyone felt refreshed, and the oppressive feeling disappeared.

"Stop gossiping and go to work." Jun Xuanmo said.

When the venerable spoke, no one dared to refute. He immediately took orders, brought his own people, and worked together.

In an instant, tens of thousands of people were divided into ten huge teams, and under the leadership of ten top powers, they fought in an orderly manner.

The ascendants on the back of the blue dragon were stunned, those monsters that were terrifying to them were crushed and wiped out, and after a while, a large open space was cleared around.

Long Aotian couldn't bear it any longer, the dragon body disappeared and turned into a human being, the burly body was drenched in blood.

Leng Xuan and Tong Xiuzhu lifted him up from the ground and put him on his shoulders. Panting for breath, Long Aotian raised his eyes to see the fierce battle around him, grinned and gave Su Qing a thumbs up, wanting to say some words of appreciation , but gasped, and coughed violently.

"Brother Long, how are you?" Tong Xiuzhu asked worriedly.

Long Aotian waved his hand, expressing that he was fine, and there was no need to make a fuss, but he was bitten a few times, and his scales would soon regenerate.

Su Qingyun stepped forward and said: "I have some healing elixir here, you take some quickly, and try to conserve your energy to restore your cultivation."

"This..." The desolate monks blushed and were embarrassed.

Su Qingyun smiled gently, took out a dozen small porcelain bottles from the Yin-Yang bead pendant, and handed them to them. "Meeting is fate, when encountering difficulties, we must help each other."

"...Thank you fellow daoist." Leng Xuan, as a sword cultivator, has a straightforward personality, took the porcelain bottle, and distributed it to other monks one by one.

They really need these pills, if they don't want to become a burden, they must restore their fighting power as soon as possible.

Tong Xiuzhu poured out a crystal clear panacea, showing surprise.He is proficient in alchemy, and at a glance he recognized that the panacea in his hand was the Nine-turn Divine Pill, which was very valuable. He looked at Su Qingyun hesitantly.

Su Qingyun met his confused eyes, and said generously: "Eat it quickly, it's not a rare thing, these panacea were all refined for me by Helian and Yi Kun in their spare time."

Yi Kun is a spiritual cultivator he met in a certain world, he entered the Tao with medicine, and refined the pills with great proficiency, while Helian Dan is a demon cultivator, but his alchemy skills are not inferior to him. The pills came out one after another, and the other monks benefited a lot.

Tong Xiuzhu heard the words and swallowed the panacea silently.The elixir melted in the mouth, and after slipping into the throat, I immediately felt a wave of spiritual energy spread to the limbs and bones. The wounds on the surface of the body gradually healed, and even the internal injuries were continuously repaired.

What a powerful medicine!

Tong Xiuzhu and others were even more shocked when they looked at Su Qingyun.

There are more than ten bottles of such a miraculous pill. What surprised them the most was that the two monks He Lian and Yi Kun he was talking about were so generous that they gave away the priceless nine-turn elixir.

After eating the elixir, the twenty ascenders rekindled their fighting spirit. They couldn't help sighing when they saw tens of thousands of monks beat the monster to its knees.

Among these monks, there are demon cultivators, witch cultivators, immortal cultivators, spiritual cultivators, sword cultivators, demon cultivators, and even Buddhist cultivators and martial cultivators. Crowds were reduced to ashes.

"These helpers of Fellow Daoist Su are so powerful." Tong Xiuzhu said with emotion.They were almost in a desperate situation before, with no place to die, but they didn't want to turn around. So many monks suddenly appeared, turned the world around, and easily crushed the countless monsters in the wilderness.

"If they can't even fight low-level evil things, they don't need to practice." Jun Xuanmo said arrogantly.

Tong Xiuzhu felt the strong devilish energy emanating from him, and couldn't help but flinch.He is already in the Mahayana realm, why is he involuntarily afraid of this demon cultivator?

When Fellow Daoist Caicai gave them the panacea just now, the demon cultivator stood quietly by the side without saying a word, making them temporarily ignore his aura. Now that he opened his mouth, the majestic aura is impossible to ignore .

Su Qingyun said: "In order to improve my realm, I traveled all over the world, met them by chance, and forged a deep friendship for hundreds of years. Now I return to Haotian Realm with my seniors, and bring them with me."

Tong Xiuzhu and the others looked at each other in dismay.

Shuttle in all walks of life?

Even Mahayana practitioners cannot freely break through the wall and go out of the world. If they want to fly to the big world, they can only ascend through the tribulation against the thunder of heaven.However, this long-time Taoist friend actually described traveling between various circles as a common thing.

"It's time to go." Jun Xuanmo pulled Su Qingyun back.

The younger brother is too kind, and he has been here for a long time because of these wandering monks.

Su Qingyun knew that his senior brother was getting impatient, so he said to Tong Xiuzhu and the others: "Leave the battle to us, you just follow."

Without waiting for their answer, he nodded to Jun Xuanmo, shook the Ice Soul Shocking Sword in his hand, his figure flashed, and teleported to the forefront of the battle.

The corner of Jun Xuanmo's mouth curled up. Seeing his younger brother bravely rushing into the pile of monsters, he swung his sword and killed a large number of monsters. The other monks moved closer to him in unison, forming a battle formation headed by him.

He walked forward slowly, and a strange and exquisite huge scythe emerged from his palm as he walked. The ascendant who followed him saw the scythe in his hand, and couldn't help but shudder.

This is by no means an ordinary artifact. Even if it is tens of meters apart, you can still feel the blood-devouring aura emanating from the blade.

Jun Xuanmo teleported suddenly, appeared next to Su Qingyun, raised his eyebrows at him, swung his sickle casually, and harvested the heads of thousands of monsters in the blink of an eye, blood flowed into rivers, and corpses piled up like mountains.

Su Qingyun saw it, not to be outdone, threw out the Ice Soul Shocking Sword, and used the sword as a needle to draw a huge sword array out of thin air. With a single finger, the shadow of the sword fell like a goddess, and the monster on the ground let out a shrill cry. Howling.

The entire wilderness was filled with a disgusting smell of blood. The monsters in the distance were shocked by the attacks of the monks. They were not stupid and could see the situation clearly. When their companions turned into corpses in pieces, How dare they rush forward again in a swarm to provoke these terrifying monks?

The monsters bullied the weak and feared the strong, and played by ear. Seeing that they couldn't eat the tens of thousands of delicacies, they could only reluctantly give up. The monsters made a short and long howling sound, and the group of monsters that were still attacking the monks retreated like a tide.

After a while, the monster disappeared.

"Tsk! I haven't had enough killing yet!" Tang Yuze said.He is now in the realm of Demon Ancestor, his cultivation base has greatly increased, and his attack power cannot be underestimated. When he came to Haotian Realm, before he could show his skills, the monster ran away timidly, which is so boring.

However, when he thought about how the Venerable Master Su and the Venerable killed thousands of monsters just now with a random move, he really admired him.

Although monks and monks have the same realm, their cultivation is completely different.For example, the Venerable's Demon Ancestor Realm and his Demon Ancestor Realm are vastly different.In the eyes of the venerable, he is as insignificant as a child, and the cultivation base between the two of them has been separated by tens of thousands of years, and he can't surpass him in any way.

Su Qingyun put away his sword and said to everyone: "Our opponents are not these monsters."

The monks immediately stood in awe.

When they followed the Venerable Master and the Venerable, they clearly knew that they would go to the Haotian Realm to challenge the highest and most noble gods. Regardless of whether they would fall in the future, they were all willing to become sharp blades in the hands of the two Venerables, helping them open Split the new world.

After the monks rectified, they were ready to head south.

However, with tens of thousands of people acting at the same time, the goal is too clear, and it is easy to attract people's attention. Su Qingyun discussed with everyone and brought them back into the Tiangong. As long as he and his senior brother went to the territory of the Red Rainbow God Emperor, they needed to use It's not too late to call them again.

Tong Xiuzhu was amazed again after seeing the scroll where tens of thousands of people turned into beams of light and were taken into the air.

Long Aotian's eyes are bright, with envy on his face.The mustard map that can hold tens of thousands of people is like a small world.