After completely overwhelming the two monsters in his hand, Yang Yu suddenly had a deeper understanding of the "Immortals and Gods" mentioned in the Sanxiaosan Ren Tide Theory, and he was just a powerful "person".

The transformation of power sometimes has nothing to do with the mind and spirit.

There may be gods in this world who catch stars and moons, but more may be suppressed by Sanxiaosan people and even Nie Wendong can't bear it.

Thoughts changed, Yang Yu asked:

"You know the four demons who are taller than Qifeng Tianbi?"

This ghost baby is born with a natural devil, cruel and cunning, and after being captured, he almost kept silent and suddenly spoke, which was definitely not without reason.

"……yes."

The ghost baby was trembling a little, and the severe pain of his soul being torn off completely scared him. He carefully observed Yang Yu's face and replied tremblingly:

"The little one is blind and doesn't know that Grandpa Kui Xing is in front of him. Before, he wanted to trick his grandpa into going to 'Heaven'..."

He didn't dare to say the word "sent to death".

Yang Yu could naturally hear that he was just a little curious. This ghost baby was not even afraid of the sloppy Taoist. How could he mention "Heaven is high" and there was a bit of fear.

Even though Feng Lei, Rain and Die are possessed of magical powers, they are still far behind the great master who is rare in Taoism.

When I had doubts, I asked casually.

The ghost baby hesitated a little, but still answered:

"Blood Demon, the Blood Demon is in the sky high. He is going to hold the 'Ascendant Club' there and wants to descend to the outside world..."

"Blood Demon?!"

...

...

On Anding Road, west of Dongzhou, there is a mountain range that stretches for thousands of miles, with peaks like forests and many strange peaks and rocks.

And among the mountains, there is a peak that is extremely spit out, its size is only medium among the mountains, but it is as straight as a sword, penetrates straight into the sky.

From a distance, it seems that the sea of ​​clouds is halfway up the mountain, so it is named "The sky is high".

Woo ~

The melodious sound of flute floats in the sea of ​​clouds, floating far away.

At the edge of the cliff three thousand feet tall, Wang Muzhi sat cross-legged, blew the flute lightly, and the cold wind was fierce, blowing the blue shirt and rushing.

"Zhang Zhenren is a god and a god, and is actually a genius who is unparalleled in the Taoist sect. Compared with him, Feng Hao is much worse.

Therefore, there is something that Zhang Zhenren had no idea about the "dragon-shaped grass" on his clothes behind him..."

At a certain moment, Wang Muzhi held the flute and opened his voice lightly:

"But you are not Zhang Zhenren, and I am not Feng Hao either!"

“Ha~”

As the sound drifted, a person appeared from scratch in the wind where nothing was originally.

He was an evil young man wearing a blood robe, a long sword on his waist, a brush in his hand, and a cinnabar between his eyebrows.

"Zhang Lai is indeed very human."

The young man in blood threw away his brush, his smile was cold and weird:
Chapter completed!