Elder Qiu led all the officials to greet him respectfully.

He was even more happy to see Wu Rong return safely. He stepped forward and saluted: "Master of the Palace!"

Wu Rong nodded slightly: "This trip is very good. The six princes are powerful and the saints of hundreds of tribes praise the way of the underworld. They are willing to go with me. Now as long as the underworld tribe does not interfere, the northwest will be unified!"

"These days, when Chen Bing is lining the sea cliff, what changes can be seen in Haicheng?" Wu Rong asked as he walked.

The military uniform on his body gradually turned into a crown uniform.

The transfer of spiritual consciousness.

Regain control of the giant ship from the hands of the feathered serpent scale insect Dunyi.

Yu Shen cupped his hands and said: "Report to the Lord of the Palace, Haicheng only mobilizes troops and horses, and the general guarding the city is named Ji Yingchen, Yihua is powerful."

"This person sent a letter three days ago asking us to withdraw our troops, and he even took action."

"oh?"

Wu Rong suddenly became interested and asked sideways: "Who fought against this person?"

"Luohou."

Luo Shentong came in response to the imperial edict.

He saluted and said: "Jie Yingchen's strength is average. He will be defeated and retreat after thirty battles with me."

"Now the sea city formation defense has been launched."

"The formation is backed by a sea of ​​blood. Our soldiers and horses are gathered in Chaozhou and unable to take action. I think it won't be long before the Styx Palace will know about our troops in Chaozhou."

Wu Rong laughed loudly, waved his hand and said: "Okay, Luo Hou took the lead and defeated the enemy, which is a great achievement!"

After hearing this, Luo Shentong was relieved but more surprised than ever. He saw several old acquaintances among the people following Wu Rong.

Among them, Huo Ya Daojun and Peng Xuan Hou are the most famous, followed by King Yaksha of the Yaksha tribe, and Jinna Heiyan of the Kinnara tribe...

He really didn't expect that when Wu Rong went out, a hundred saints from six tribes would follow him.

However, there should be several powerful people in the southern lands.

When Feng Xi saw Luo Shen Tong, he immediately became alert.

It is said that this ancestor of the Shura tribe has been in seclusion for a long time, so why did he get involved in these things just after he came out of seclusion?

Judging from the opponent's behavior, I'm afraid it won't be long before he becomes the second flower of the Jin Dynasty. With his early surrender, he should be a powerful person who can take on big responsibilities.

The superiority of his cultivation is obviously not great.

Now that you have chosen to bet on Guanming Hou Wurong, you should think more about it.

While thinking with his mind, he also took a sneak look at the light gray demonic shadow standing next to Wu Rong.

Ordinary monks would never notice a demon standing there.

Even second-rate guys like them can't see into reality.

Rather than relying on Wu Rong, it is better to say that he believed in Tu Shanjun's strength.

In the northwest, the upper reaches of the Styx River really need a Dao Lord who can hold up the scene.

…

Haicheng.

Jasper Xuan Palace.

The Saint of the Nether Tribe quickly entered the palace.

As soon as he stepped into the main hall, he saw a mighty Taoist king with a nine-flower cloud crown on his head, wearing a unicorn black armor robe, and holding a long mace on his head.

The wide sea of ​​beard under the Taoist chin is like the rays of sunshine, and the divine light shines brightly, showing the charm of Taoism.

Isn't he the general guarding Haicheng?

The powerful and evil Ying Chen.

"Did they respond?"

Ji Yingchen's voice sounded like the sound of rough iron swords clashing.

"Reporting to the Taoist Lord, there is news coming, saying that troops and horses are rushing to help." The saint did not dare to raise his head and bowed in salute.

"Bang!"

The stone seat of the bench cracked when he was on it. Ji Yingchen stood up slowly and shouted sternly: "What is the underworld going to do? An Dare soldiers Chen Linhai Cliff to invade our territory of the Underworld."

As he spoke, his breath was rising, and his complexion quickly turned pale and then rosy. It was obvious that he had been seriously injured.

The Saint of the Underworld did not dare to reply.

"Damn old guy!" Ji Yingchen yelled angrily with hatred.

Luo Shen Tong is really powerful.

After all, the Asura clan had once been glorious, and even if it has declined now, the Lord of Luo is still strong enough to dominate.

He knew he was going to lose if the fight didn't go well.

But he had to hold on.

Otherwise, Linhai City will be lost without seeing its true owner.

The elders of the Blood Sea will never spare him.

"Why so angry."

The mysterious sound of the avenue slowly falls to the perfect sound.

Dao Lord of the Nether Clan, who came through the air, walked into the hall with a calm expression.

Sitting down safely, he said: "It is normal for you to have internal injuries and unstable consciousness. It is normal for you to be shaken. However, the more critical this situation is, the more you must complain about Yuan Shouyi, so as not to fall into the path of carrying the burden."

Ji Yingchen was overjoyed and hurriedly stepped forward and bowed his hands in salute: "Greetings to Lord Dao!"

Accompanying Dao Lord were two Dao Lords from the Nether Clan, as well as a monk wearing a black robe and a mask that completely concealed his figure.

Ji Yingchen couldn't see the other person clearly for a moment.

Thinking about it, he should be a powerful Daojun who is not weak.

I just don't know why the other party doesn't walk in his true form.

Ji Jianzun took out a crystal fruit shaped like a small persimmon from his pocket, threw it to Ji Yingchen and said: "Take it, it will be good for your injury."

"Thank you, Lord Dao!"

After Ji Yingchen swallowed it, the aura around his body became visibly stable, and even his energy and blood were replenished. The throbbing of the coming catastrophe was swept away, making Ji Yingchen feel much calmer.

He replied in a deep voice: "Replying to Lord Dao, I have sent letters to fellow Daoists guarding Yuantian. They should be on the way."

"It's okay." Lord Yoshima waved his hands slightly and said, "Now that your breathing is stable, go ahead and call for a fight."

"I'm afraid my lack of strength will ruin Lord Dao Dao's plan, and even if I call for a fight, it will be Luo Shentong who fights me." Ji Yingchen hesitated.

"Don't be afraid..."

Lord Yoshima turned over his hand and took out a small pot.

The small pot is overall black copper in color and is as long and narrow as a pipe.

"This?" Ji Yingchen was immediately stunned. He felt the strong Tao power from this small pot.

Ji Jianzun explained with a smile: "In this pot, I take the secluded air from the end of the spring of the River Styx. As soon as the mist blows out, the pure blood method of Na Luo's magical power will be immediately contaminated, and you will be able to win, with all your divine power."

"With this treasure by your side, ordinary two flowers can't help you."

"I think although the underworld is quite majestic, there are not many strong people in it."

Ji Yingchen was overjoyed, and he carefully took over the magic weapon. His consciousness and magic power could be used freely after just a few exercises. It was obviously prepared specially for him by Dao Lord.

Although he knew that this might be Lord Dao Dao's test of the Three Flower Weapon Spirit from the underworld, Ji Yingchen still had no thoughts, but was very grateful.

There are not many battles between great powers, and one defeat will be remembered for hundreds or thousands of years.

He also has to think about his future.

"I'll go too!"

"Go ahead."

"I will sweep the formation for you."

Ji Yingchen bowed again and put away the magic weapon.

Then it turned into a divine light and soared into the sky.

The purple majestic golden-eyed unicorn and the soaring cloud lifted him up.

Ji Yingchen, who was riding a purple unicorn, came to the other side with Dao Dao, and called the formation and said: "The underworld sent troops for no reason to invade our territory of the Nether Clan. I have good words with you, but I have to stick to the city. Now I am doing it."

It's enough, your cultivation is at its peak, Luo Shentuo, come out and fight!"

Xuan Feng pointed, and the great avenue he carried appeared as ripples behind him.
To be continued...