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Chapter two hundred and fifty seventh: grand and grand(1/2)

The overwhelming souls entered the Pure Land of Lotte and the Kingdom of the Yellow Springs. The strange gods and terrifying demons stood in front of the entrance of the Realm Gate to welcome the arrival of the tragic dead soul.

Ship after ship of souls sailed to the end through the underworld. Countless believers sang the name and scriptures of Lotte Buddha, entering the Pure Land they dreamed of to receive rest.

Lotte Buddha Lord and Huangquan Lord are dividing the souls of the dead, like a feast of gluttons and a celebration of the grand ceremony.

But as the sun rises, the continuous souls come to an abrupt end in an instant.

It's like.

The source was cut off by someone.

The entrance to the Huangquan Kingdom.

The demon head, which counted the soul, was wearing a mask, and his bright yellow eyes looked at the world through the entrance.

"Not?"

"This quantity!"

"I can't match!"

The demon immediately attracted a bird demon: "Hurry and tell the king that his soul is different from what he expected, and it is half missing."

"Such a big gap must be something wrong."

The bird demon was like a parrot, and learned the other person's words, even his tone was exactly the same before leaving.

At the end of the demons dancing wildly, above the demon kingdom.

The charming woman in colorful clothes lay on the side of the long seat, barefoot looked out from the metal-like chair, and stepped on a white-haired fox.

She bent down, hugged the white fox and played with it in her hands.

The Lord of Huangquan suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards Pingjing.

"Someone took action to stop my plague curse?"

"Who is it?"

Then she answered her own question: "It's a person from the Immortal Sect of Changsheng."

This is not difficult to guess, or there is no need to guess at all.

Recently, those who disrupt the Fusang land have all come from Jiuzhou, and now Jiuzhou has become the territory of the Immortal Sect of Changsheng.

Furthermore.

In addition to the Immortal Sect of Changsheng, there are a few people who dare to stretch their hands so far and stretch their claws to the land of Fusang, without any background or confidence, and ordinary immortal-level figures do not have the courage.

But the only thing I can't figure out is which one of the immortal gates of the immortals came?

The king of Huangquan thought for a while and finally walked down from Chazishan.

In the demon country like a cave ghost prison, countless demons crawled on the ground and waited for the charming woman to walk down the rugged and steep stairs.

Several big monsters served on both sides, waiting for the woman's orders.

"Go to Lotte Pure Land."

She felt something was wrong here, and she believed that Lotte Buddha must have sensed it too.

The rise of the Immortal Sect of Changsheng is irresistible and comes in a fierce manner.

Now that she actually put her hand into Fusang, it was no longer her family's business. Of course, she wanted to bring Lotte Buddha in too.

The demon like a wheel rolled up the ghost fire, and the big face in the center of the wheel made a sharp and crazy laugh.

The terrifying and gloomy frame walked in the air, heading above the Land of the Yellow Springs, and disappeared after passing through the dense curtain of Fusang roots-

The ruins after the fire burned were filled with a choking smell. Wang Qilang rode into Pingjing City on his horse, listened to the Fusang language crying and shouting, and looked at the collapsed houses on both sides, and could vaguely see the corpse that was burned into coke.

The sky is densely packed with plagues, but at this moment they seem to be bound in the sky by an invisible force.

After all, these plagues have entities and are not as good as the invisible spells and talismans. They flew for a long time before they arrived.

The moment they arrived, they were immediately caught by Wang Qilang, making them circulate like headless flies in the air.

Since I have decided to take action, there is no need to hide it anymore.

Even if I can't hide, the other party is not a fool, and it is impossible for me to guess that I am coming.

The plague god had no way to directly control these plagues, but Wang Qilang was completely different.

This plague is obviously a kind of demon insect that controls and controls the blood of gods and demons with high bloodlines. The most direct way is to bind these insects with the blood of gods and demons.

Wang Qilang could not directly control these insects, but as long as he used the blood of the gods and demons to capture these insects, he could not control and take them back.

Most importantly, he also has the plague god.

The plague god, a special existence that is born to control the plague, can naturally take away the control of the insect as long as he is given a period of time.

"receive!"

"receive!"

The plague god sat cross-legged in the sky. The gourd originally hung on his waist had turned into a size of more than ten feet, aiming at the plague in the sky.

All these plagues that were like headless flies were collected.

The plague god was very excited. If he took the plague, his spell would have to be at least dozens or hundreds of times more powerful. This level of plague is definitely hard to come by.

The plague god vaguely guessed that the existence of this plague was definitely leveraging the power of the divine beast.

It is even said that the owner of this plague may be some kind of existence that inherits the bloodline of ancient gods and demons.

Wang Qilang came to the Great Sage Temple all the way, took off the hat on his head, and climbed the stairs step by step.

"Meet the national teacher."

"See the national teacher!"

"Meet the immortal."

All kinds of shouting came out in one go, and everyone shouted their own, which seemed a little noisy.

Zhu Lin and a group of practitioners knelt in front of the temple, waiting for Wang Qilang's arrival.

He looked at the plague gods and plagues in the sky in the distance, and felt deep fear.

He could not imagine what the plague would look like after it fell.

Control the sky fire and shake the earth.

It can also bring down the plague.

For the first time, he understood how big the difference between immortals and mortals was.

What he said that traveling across Jiuzhou and having extensive knowledge and all his experiences and strategies seemed unimportant and meaningless at this time.

If it weren't for the man with a hat in front of me, I would have died at least a dozen times at night, and there would probably be no one left in Pingjing, as well as those who had just taken over the power of Fusang.

Zhu Lin felt that he had caused a big disaster and was waiting for Wang Qilang's punishment.

However, the first sentence Wang Qilang looked at him was: "Where is Luo Qianfan, the Lord of the Black Domain?"

Zhu Lin was stunned for a moment, but immediately reacted.

He replied: "After Luo Qianfan arrived in Fusang, he went to the Kingdom of Huangquan under the guidance of a demon named Niu Gui."

"As for what this Huangquan Country looks like, I don't know."

Wang Qilang then asked: "Where is the location of the Kingdom of Huangquan? Have you found out?"

Zhu Lin: "It is said to be on the easternmost coast, a place called Yuth Thunder God Tianyuan."

"It is said that this place is covered with thunder and clouds all year round, so it should not be difficult to find."

“By the way.”

"I caught a demon under Niu Gui. I heard that the Kingdom of the Yellow Springs was under the roots of a dead sacred tree, and the Pure Land of Lotte was on the cut section of the sacred tree."

After all, Zhu Lin had contact with practitioners in the ordinary realm and had shallow knowledge.

They did not take these local legends and myths of Fusang seriously. After all, the Lord of Huangquan and the Lord of Lotte Buddha have not appeared in the world for at least hundreds of years. The longest-lived people in Pingjing have never seen their shadows.

In addition, when he entered Pingjing, he found that there were not many Yuanshen realms in this country of Fusang, and he even underestimated the land of Fusang.

Now he realized that it was not that myths did not exist, but that the real immortals and gods would always pay attention to the ants under their feet.

Now that he has made a big fuss, the existence in the myth will come immediately.

It was like a giant crushing an ant to death, almost crushing him to death.

When Wang Qilang heard the word "Sacred Tree", his eyes immediately lit up.

What he guessed.

"Fusang sacred tree?"

A few thoughts immediately flowed through Wang Qilang's mind. He had been wandering around in this Fusang land before, and he wanted to find the whereabouts of the Fusang tree. After all, he had a juruan egg in his hand.

And Jumang was the god in ancient legends who was in charge of Fusang.

Wang Qilang nodded: "You did a good job."
To be continued...
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