Volume 8 Across the World

Chapter 999: There is a plan

For Dongfang Yu, Yao Ze already knew that the bald clone was ready to kill this fang in the South China Sea last time, but he escaped, and these were not mentioned to Dongfang Yun, but the chart she could provide could only mark the approximate location.

Above the vast sea, a majestic and huge white lion turned into a bolt of lightning and swept rapidly across the sea. The black cloth put down the jade slip in his hand, his brows furrowed, although he had a general direction, but this range was at least three million miles, and if he wanted to find an island in such a sea area, it was no different from looking for a needle in a haystack.

The young man in the ghost domain didn't know the specific location, he went to the Xuanyuan family, and needed those strange-looking monks to lead the way, but Yao Ze couldn't wait anymore and decided to try his luck here first.

A black figure flickered and lay on his shoulder, some angular heads rubbed on his face affectionately, no more than a foot long, like a small snake, but there were five small claws under his body, very strange, it was the ancient demon dragon he hatched!

But at this time, this little snake has nothing to do with the huge name at all, just a small pet.

Yao Ze touched the little snake a little dotingly, his heart moved slightly, and the white lion under him hissed, turned into a dazzling white man, and disappeared into the sea and sky in a blink of an eye.

Like most sea areas, the East China Sea is also lined with islands, as long as there is a little aura, it will be occupied by monks, Liyang Island is more than 300 miles in circumference, it is also a medium-sized island in the East China Sea, the aura on the island is not too bad, the most rare thing is that this sea area is nearly 10,000 miles around such an island, and over time, it has formed a large scale of Fang City on this island.

A monk who calls himself Liyang Zhenren has occupied this island for hundreds of years, and there are nearly 100 disciples, in addition to cultivating to have achieved Jindan, his attainments in the magic circle have made him famous, but recently he has been irritable by a piece of jade.

"Master, if we ignore them, don't we dare to rob the Yin Spirit Gate? Our magic circle is not an ornament!" a woman who looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old shouted angrily.

"No, there are two ancestors in the Yin Spirit Gate, and their cultivation is the same as that of the master, if they really insist on coming in and keep blocking the island, will we stay in the magic circle all the time......?"

A pale, middle-aged monk sat on it with an expressionless face, dressed as a scribe with his eyes slightly closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

There were a total of six or seven people standing in the hall, and one of them, an old man in Ge Yi, coughed dryly, and saw that everyone's eyes were turning, before he slowly spoke: "Everyone knows the strength of the Yin Spirit Sect, if they refuse directly, even if they don't make any moves now, they will definitely make some stumbling blocks in the future, not to mention that they will turn their faces directly! ”

"Senior brother, is there a way?" the young woman's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly asked, and even the middle-aged scribe sitting above opened her eyes, as if she was a little moved.

Seeing this, the old man Ge Yi touched his long beard with his right hand and cleared his throat, "That Yin Lingmen wants to meddle in our Fang Market on Liyang Island, but what it relies on is that there are two Jindan powerhouses in its gate, and they didn't do it directly, it is also because of the master's magic circle deterrence, as long as we find a helper who is stronger than him, forgive them for not daring to fight Liyang Island again." ”

"Helper, there are no people in this radius of more than 10,000 miles, where is there any helper?" asked the young woman with some confusion.

"Hehe, our sea area is naturally respected by the master, but there is still a continent in the west, and there are countless powerful people there, as long as those big people send a word casually, the Yin Spirit Gate dares to say one more word?"

The middle-aged scribe finally showed a look of attention, "Diao Qing, do you know the big people on the mainland?"

Seeing the master speak, the old man Ge Yi hurriedly replied respectfully: "Back to the master, the Taishang Qingtianmen came to the East China Sea to do business, and it just so happened that the disciple knew one of the monks, according to him, their Taishang Third Elder will pass by here soon, and he came to prepare for the front station." The disciple thought that if I invited this person to come over and say hello......

"Okay, if there is such a character to help speak, surely the Yin Spirit Gate will leave in disgrace!" the young woman slapped her little hand, and her pretty face was full of excitement.

The middle-aged scribe frowned slightly and remained silent.

The middle-aged man with a rough face on the side said with some hesitation: "I'm afraid that the front door will reject the tiger, and the back door will enter the wolf......!

"Senior brother, do you know why you are still in the early stage of foundation building today? You are just too cautious! People are a super sect on the Shenzhou Continent, and they will covet our Liyang Island? This place is at least two or three million miles away from the mainland, give it to them, will they want it?" The old man Ge Yi glanced at the master, and then turned his head to the big Chinese and said in a long way.

"Okay, Diao Qing, what is your relationship with that person, how many spirit stones will it cost?" The middle-aged scribe waved his hand, his tone was solemn, and he obviously had a decision.

"Master rest assured! When that person had not yet entered the Taishang Qingtian Gate, he had some friendship with the disciple, at most more than a thousand medium-grade spirit stones, which could be regarded as a meaning, as long as the master agreed, the disciple would contact him. ”

The old man in Ge Yi left the top of the mountain, threw a flying sword directly, jumped up, and soon came to the end of the market, an inconspicuous shop, and a monk in Tsing Yi had already greeted him.

The two looked at each other, but did not speak, and then turned and entered a room inside, and the light on the door was faint, and it was actually banned, and it was dark inside.

"Lao Diao, what do you say?" a deep voice sounded from a dark corner.

The old man Ge Yi seemed to be a little nervous, and hurriedly saluted respectfully, "Back to the seniors, my master has agreed, and now the seniors can go up the mountain openly." ”

"Okay! After the matter is completed, this Liyang Island will be taken care of by you in the future!" As soon as the words fell, a figure stood at the door, revealing a cyan face.

"Thank you seniors for success!" the old man in Ge Yi smiled and saluted again and again.

Soon the two figures left the market, and after the time of a pillar of incense, they were already standing on the mountainside more than 100 zhang high.

One hundred and ten giant trees stand in the mountains, seemingly chaotic, but if you look at it for a long time, you will find that you are dizzy in front of you, and you actually use these giant trees to arrange a large array to protect the mountain!

The old man stood respectfully, looking at the white-shirted monk in front of him, his eyes full of fear.

"Liyang Daoyou's magic circle attainments are really eye-opening. A low laugh suddenly rang out, breaking the silence on the mountainside.

The figure flickered, and the middle-aged scribe appeared under the giant tree, looking at the blue-faced monk in front of him, his heart tightened for no reason, it was actually a Jindan Great Perfection monk!

However, he quickly smiled and saluted, "If you are not welcome, please ask ...... friend of the question."

"Hehe, in Xia Lei Jinzi, he is now a disciple of Taishang Qingtianmen, but he is an old acquaintance with Diao Daoyou on Guidao. The green-faced monk looked very easy-going and politely returned the salute.

The middle-aged scribe was overjoyed when he heard this, and the only doubts in his heart were gone, and he hurriedly invited Lei Jinzi into the hall to sit together, but he didn't expect the blue-faced monk to look at the hall in front of him, and shook his head with a smile.

"There's no need to go in, this treasure hall of Liyang Daoyou, even if it's Yuanying power, won't enter it easily, haha......"

......When the middle-aged scribe heard this compliment, he didn't mean to be happy, but was a little puzzled.

The blue-faced monk seemed to take two steps forward very casually, stood at the door of the main hall, turned around, and smiled, "I heard that what Liyang Daoyou has learned is from the mantle of Junyan Zhenren, I don't know if it's true or not?"

The middle-aged scribe's face changed, "Fellow Daoist, what does this mean?"

"Haha, don't hide it from your friends, Jun Yan is really the great-master uncle, so we are still brothers in the same sect. The blue-faced monk smiled sincerely, as if everything was true.

"What......? Diao Qing, where are you going?" The middle-aged scribe's face became more and more pale, and when he turned his head, he found that the old man in Ge Yi had retreated more than a dozen feet away, and he was shocked for a while.

"Why, seeing my senior brother, Senior Brother Liyang doesn't seem to be very welcoming?" The blue-faced monk's originally smiling face suddenly became gloomy, and the atmosphere around him was instantly tense.

The middle-aged scribe looked at the two people in front of him and suddenly came to his senses, "You guys...... Jun Yan Zhenren has been in the realm for more than 10,000 years, where is there still a disciple like you? It seems that the matter of the Yin Spirit Sect is also nothing, everything is a ghost made by Diao Qing! Damn!"

Enraged, the middle-aged scribe raised his right hand, and a green rainbow shot out into the distance.

"Senior, help!" The old man in Ge Yi was shocked, and locked himself with a murderous machine, unable to avoid it, and couldn't help screaming.

The blue-faced monk didn't turn his head, but just stared at the middle-aged scribe with a sneer, and there was a miserable cry in the distance, and then there was no sound.

"Since Daoist friends don't want to recognize me as a senior brother, now please hand over the relics of my great-uncle, I will not do anything to you with the friendship of the same family. The green-faced monk stood there for a long time, and said slowly, as if everything was under control.

The middle-aged scribe's pale face was bloodless, and the fear in his eyes had already revealed the worry in his heart, and this time he was afraid that even his life would have to be explained here.

The figure slowly retreated backwards, and at the same time, he said slowly: "I only got a jade slip for the relics of Junyan's predecessors, and it is okay to give it to Daoyou, as long as Daoyou promises not to hurt his life......"

"Stop! If you take a step back, no relics will save you!" Seeing the middle-aged scribe approaching a giant tree, the blue-faced monk suddenly burst into tears.

The middle-aged scribe really stopped, with a cruel smile on his face, and directly threw away a jade slip with his right hand, and pinched it with his left hand, "Explosion!"

With a "bang", the jade slip shattered in response, and the blue-faced monk shouted angrily: "Look for death!"

With his right hand, he slapped his waist, and a black light flickered and flew in front of the middle-aged scribe, and before he could react, a small black snake more than a foot long stared at his right shoulder.

Then the blue-faced monk sneered, and just as he wanted to take a step forward, suddenly three giant trees shook their thick branches and leaves, and in the blink of an eye, they actually covered the sky.

"Not good, circle!"

The middle-aged scribe staggered, stretched out his hand to grab the little snake, the black light flashed again, the little snake disappeared, and his entire right arm felt faintly numb.

"Poisoned!" The middle-aged scribe was frightened, hurriedly stuffed a few pills into his mouth, and did not dare to hesitate any longer, his body turned into a white light, and flew straight towards the sky.

This kind of small magic circle must not be able to block the other party for too long, he just wants to find a place to hide first, but as soon as he flew out of the island, there was a loud roar behind him.

"He's out of trouble!" The middle-aged scribe was furious, and with a "snort", he spit out a mouthful of essence blood, and the light suddenly became dazzling, and the speed was a little faster, but the numbness in his right shoulder slowly spread.

It was too difficult to find a place to hide, and after two hours, the potential of the stimulus slowly receded, and the speed of escape slowed down, and a gloomy laughter came from behind him.

"Senior brother, we are one and work together, only the master is right, why do you run away as soon as we meet? Also, I forgot to tell my junior brother that I, the Garo Smoke Snake, can only unravel its poison. ”

The middle-aged scribe became more and more timid, seeing that the other party was chasing closer and closer, and he would definitely have only one way to fall.

Just when he was desperate, suddenly a white light in the distance pierced the sky, this speed knew at a glance that it was a senior, in normal times, he would have already bowed and stood, but now it was like seeing a life-saving straw, and hurriedly greeted the white light, shouting: "Senior, help!"

But the white light didn't mean to stop at all, and flashed from the side.

The middle-aged scribe looked desperate, and seeing that the man had chased after him, he simply stopped fleeing, turned around and rushed towards the blue-faced monk, and roared fiercely: "I'll fight with you!

"Self-explosion?hehe, you look at the heart now, being bitten by my baby, it's ......all luck that you can run so far" The blue-faced monk behind him was originally shocked when he saw a senior suddenly appear, but he didn't expect that this senior didn't pay attention to it at all, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, and his heart became excited again.

Suddenly, a white light flickered in front of him, and the brilliance dissipated, revealing a huge white lion with lantern-sized eyes staring at him coldly, and on the lion's back sat a young monk in a black shirt, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, looking at him with interest.

"Former ...... Senior!" His cyan face was full of horror, and in a panic, he hurriedly stepped forward to salute, but the middle-aged scribe who was ready to fight hard was surprised and delighted, and also bowed to the side, his life was temporarily saved.

"Are you a disciple of the Taishang Qingtianmen?Is Yuhuafei from your sect?" The person who came was the black cloth who tried his luck around the East China Sea, he had been running in the vast sea for more than half a year, and there had been no news about the Xuanyuan family, but he didn't expect to meet a disciple of the Taishang Qingtianmen here.

For the "best friend" who had been lurking by the side of the body for many years, it was long overdue to find his bad luck.

"It's great that the senior knows the third elder of this sect, his old man will be here soon......" The green-faced monk was surprised and delighted when he heard this.