There are thousands of islands in the East China Sea.

This island is extremely remote and is located in a remote waters. Few ships arrive here, and few people are approaching.

There was already one person on the island at this moment.

This man looked young and had ordinary eyebrows and eyes. He sat next to the lake, playing with a token in his hand. The token was jade-like and simple.

And the lake ahead of him showed a slightly red luster.

This small lake, only twenty miles large, has transformed into the bodies of fourteen earthly immortals.

The fourteen earthly immortals were naturally the twelve disciples and two elders whom he captured Yan Di alive.

The so-called capturing and capturing alive is just to guide the road for the immortal king of Yuhua. After he was captured on this island, he would kill him.

"For such a junior boy, we have mobilized a lot of troops."

His mind is quite complicated.

...

Qin Xianyu and Xuanji walked together.

Neither the wild dragon nor the golden-winged Divine Eagle have arrived because their cultivation is not enough to fight with the Nine-Turn Earth Immortal. Even if the golden light transformed by the Golden-Turn Earth Immortal is comparable to the cave-virtual sword light displayed by the Eight-Turn Earth Immortal, it can hurt the Nine-Turn Earth Immortal, but it is ultimately not as good as the means used by Qin Xianyu and Xuanji.

As for Yuan Shoufeng, he has always been seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune, so he naturally never came with him.

"Actually, I'm not sure how to deal with this."

Qin Xianyu said: "You don't have to take risks."

Xuan Ji just smiled and said, "How can you see the uncle in danger without caring about it? After all, he is a great Jindan. The sword immortal who comes from Yandi will not be so unbearable as he drags down the uncle's uncle?"

Qin Xianyu landed on the island with him and saw the ordinary-looking young man at a glance.

Xuanji held the immortal sword in his hand. His breath was sharp and he was extremely sensitive to all auras. He immediately knew that the person in front of him was the one who took away the jade plaque when the golden-winged roc died.

Xuanji whispered: "The jade tablet is in his hands."

Qin Xianyu said, "I saw it."

The man played with Yandi treasure, like an interesting piece of food, throwing it around, making it look more relaxed and freehand. He looked at Qin Xianyu and said, "I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Qin Xianyu smiled and said, "I have waited for a long time, too."

The man's expression changed slightly. His pupils condensed slightly, and he said, "I had expected it? Or should I make a brilliant plan later?"

Qin Xianyu asked, "What's the difference?"

The man replied, "No, you will die anyway."

Qin Xianyu carried his hands on his back, looked around and said, "This burial place is a bit remote and deserted."

The man said slowly, "You have always liked to pretend to be purity, which is exactly what you want."

"Actually, it's pretty good." Qin Xianyu smiled slightly, and then asked, "Where are they?"

The man didn't say much and pointed at the lake.

Qin Xianyu remained silent.

He had already sensed it before, but he just needed to confirm it again.

Xuanji's hand was a little tighter.

Among the group of Yandi disciples captured alive, there were many disciples who followed him to surround and kill the Golden-winged Roc bird, and even Feng Yu, the master of Feng generation.

Now they all fall into the lake. The flesh and blood are eroded and there is no trace of it.

...

"It should be more than you."

Qin Xianyu said, "You alone can't kill me, but now you will die at my hands. Although you are all checking and balancing each other, there will always be no missing people below the Taoist ancestor."

The man smiled slightly, and the smile on his face was a little cold and resolute, as if he had never laughed for many years.

At this moment, a huge head floated in the water.

It was a dragon's head, with ferocious horns and fierce face. Its dragon whistle floated, and when it opened its mouth, it was full of sharp teeth.

This is a real dragon.

"This dragon is a sinful dragon that escaped from the Dragon Slaying Platform of the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, commonly known as the evil dragon."

The young man said, "As for me, my name is Wang Bo, I am a fan immortal, but I have obtained the inheritance of the ancient immortals and have been lucky enough to cultivate to this point."

He has an ordinary appearance, an ordinary name, and an ordinary background, but he has a Taoist practice that cannot be ignored.

He gradually got up and put the jade tablet in his arms.

Just as I was about to take action, there was another movement.

The air was broken by a ball of fire.

The firelight was caused by breaking through the atmosphere.

This is a person with the immortal true body of the Nine Tribulations.

The immortal true bodies of gods and demons have reached this level, merged with themselves and approached the great gods and demons.

The person who came was rough and strong, and was a tiger-back and bear-back. He was holding a giant axe in his hand, and the handle was about a meter long.

Xuan Ji's eyes were slightly condensed and he said, "The abandoned disciple of the Wild Divine Sect, Yan Kan."

...

The breath over there was grey and grayish-white.

The murderous aura and the yin aura are equally important.

A gray flag shaking, ghosts cried and howled, which was breathtaking.

The person holding a gray banner in his hand is an old man with kind eyes.

But he is neither an immortal, nor a god, nor a human, but a ghost.

After the creature dies, the soul returns to its original origin and turns into the innate Hunyuan ancestor energy. Due to the environment, obsession, or other reasons, if it can be immortalized, it can eventually be differentiated into three souls and seven spirits, turning into ghosts.

Just like the ghost king I encountered when Condensing the Evil, this is the case.

But this ghost ghost has obviously become a climate, has become a ghost immortal, and can even return to its origin.

"The way to Yinshan Pavilion?"

Qin Xianyu asked, "Even a second- and third-rate wild sect dares to involve this matter?"

The old man held a gray banner in his hand and laughed in a low voice: "I am just a ghost, and I escaped from Yinshan Pavilion by chance. For hundreds of years, I have been hunting down by the Supreme Elder of Yinshan Pavilion."

Qin Xianyu continued to ask, "If I die today, Yinshan Pavilion will spare you and will never get entangled with you again?"

The old man didn't speak, but just smiled softly and looked cold and deep.

"Thinking is too simple." Qin Xianyu said: "Others are difficult to deal with, but what's the difficulty of Yandi destroying all the sects of Yinshan Pavilion? Even if you go to Wuming, even if it really has nothing to do with Yinshan Pavilion, since Yinshan Pavilion has some connection with you, how can Yandi tell these small sects?"

Xuanji Interface said: "Today, after the work is over, my disciples will attack his Yinshan Pavilion and destroy his entire family."

Qin Xianyu pulled out the Qingli sword and swept it over.

"The gods, immortals, ghosts, are all together today. This kind of formation is more than enough to attack a Taoist sect that has been passed down for thousands of years. Today I am lucky to use it to ambush me."

Qin Xianyu was still not afraid, looked below and asked again: "Does this island have a formation?"

Seeing that he was so stable, Wang Bo felt a little uneasy, but when he remembered that the matter involved those big figures, he couldn't help but make a decision. Then he said, "To ensure that everything is safe, there is indeed a formation."

Qin Xianyu asked, "How is Taiqing Fu Zong's way?"

No one answered, no one denied it.

"Gods and ghosts... I think it's not stopping?"

Qin Xianyu looked at Wang Bo and said, "However, since you are self-reliant and unwilling to unite and deceive each other, it is also a good thing," (To be continued.)
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