The sea of ​​blood, in that palace.

The ghostly figure of Taoist Wenjing floated forward, turned around the Shura girl for a half-way circle, then opened her red lips and gently blew a breath in her ear.

Although the girl was patient, her cheeks were still slightly flushed, and her long silver-white hair was gently fluttering.

Wen Jing smiled and said, "What a good seedling. It's a pity to send it to Lingshan. Few of the old Taoists there can understand this style."

"Wen Jing, the sword of the ancestor is a crucial token of my clan."

In the corner, the hoarse voice continued: "We have surrendered to Lingshan, and the Yuantu Jian is in charge of His Highness, and there is no loss in Lingshan."

"If you say that, I will take it back intact," Taoist Wen Jing chuckled, and his fingertips passed by the silver-haired girl's face, "But if it's useful, it's not my king who can control it."

Dingling--

In another corner, a burly figure seemed to rush out of the darkness, and the rough voice suppressed the strong anger.

"Mosquito King, what do you mean?"

"It's the point," Taoist Wen Jing flicked his fingertips lightly, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and glanced at the figure with his eyes in his eyes, "Don't accept it?"

The burly figure fell into silence.

"Waste," Taoist Wen Jing snorted lightly, then suddenly turned around, and the blood-colored gauze skirt fluttered, illuminating the entire hall.

In every corner, the figures of Shura, sitting, standing or lying, are from old to young, from weak to strong, and most of them are angry.

"The Blood Sea Shura is no longer the same as before, and she still holds a sword all day long to fantasize about the beautiful dream of the past.

Forgot how your ancestor died? So what can you do with a sword? So what can you do if you find Yuantu Abi?

Such a sea of ​​blood would be better than withering and struggling with it?

Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

Amid the harsh laughter, Taoist Wen Jing and the silver-haired girl were gone.

Bang!

A wall was smashed by an iron fist, and a depressed roar echoed in the broken palace, but in the end, it gradually calmed down.

In a bloody light that was flying towards the border of the underworld, Taoist Wen Jing looked at the girl in his hand, thought for a moment, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Forget it, I can’t contact Lord Sea God now, so I’d better do the errands given by Lingshan first and don’t cause any trouble.

‘I originally wanted to train a maid for Lord Sea God, after all, the bloodline of the Ancestor Styx is quite rare now.’

Um?

The Taoist Wen Jing raised his eyes and swept his immortal consciousness towards Fengdu City.

Seeing the group of war witches carrying coffins and playing music, they had already walked out of the city's pass, as if they were heading towards the border of the underworld.

The underworld Marshal wearing a hood is now sitting on the sarcophagus, twisting his strong body with the rhythm of gongs and drums behind him.

The corners of Taoist Wen Jing's mouth twitched a few times, and suddenly felt that he had worked hard to be undercover in the Western teaching, so he would never be as loyal to Lord Sea God directly...

hapiness.

...

At this moment, in the northwest of Nanzhanbu Continent, near a human city.

Old Taoist Lu Ya carried a big gourd slowly falling from the clouds, and the immortal consciousness carefully searched the situation everywhere in the city.

Perhaps he was too focused. When he was about to land on the ground, his feet suddenly slipped. The prince of the demon clan, the owner of the immortal-killing sword, and the first person in the heavenly court, fell inexplicably forward.

Lu Ya was stunned, but his reaction was also very fast. He flashed lightly and directly used the movement technique, appeared ten feet away, and stood steadily.

Taoist Lu Ya frowned:

This feeling, this kind of disaster for no reason, I have experienced...

What's going on?

Why is it coming again?

Could this bad luck be caused by the cycle of the heavens? Or is it caused by the lack of luck of the demon clan?

"snort!"

How could he, Taoist Lu Ya, be trapped by such bad luck?!

At this moment, Taoist Lu Ya closed his eyes and carefully searched the situation in the city. After finding that the adult he was looking for, he used the method of deformation and turned into a middle-aged woman.

Just as he was about to step into the city, Dao Ren Lu Ya couldn't help but hang his forehead with black lines.

The soft touch of the soles of the feet is slightly sticky, and the faint fragrance that can smell at the tip of the nose...

Lu Ya gritted his teeth, cursed a rude beast, and walked out of the woods.

Along the way, Lu Ya inexplicably bumped into two wild wolves fighting each other. As he walked, he inexplicably walked into the nest of a group of mortal robbers.

Although it was not a threat to him, these experiences did hurt him.

‘I feel that this bad luck is much easier than the last time.’

When Taoist Lu Ya thought of the situation where he almost died of practicing martial arts in the Sun Palace, he couldn't help but shivered. He said in his heart that he said goodbye to the emperor and left the jungle in a little embarrassed manner.

But such small disasters are endless.

He turned into a middle-aged woman. When walking on the road, he would be hit by pedestrians for no reason. When he met two children playing and playing, he could also shoot a small bamboo arrow into his eyes...

Or maybe it suddenly a cloud floated by, with him as the center of the circle, and a heavy rain fell within a hundred feet of diameter.

Lu Ya was so angry that his heart trembled slightly, but with the lesson he taught last time, he forced himself to remain calm.

He suspected that someone was deliberately slandering him, but the immortal consciousness could not find any trace in various places.

Finally, he stumbled into the city. The middle-aged woman turned into a middle-aged woman lowered her head all the way and silently walked to the alley next to the busiest restaurant in the city, standing in front of the old man who was dozing off on the table at the entrance of the alley.

It's this place, the senior's seclusion.

This is a gray-haired hexagram master who specializes in fortune-telling and fortune-telling;

A table, a table cloth with the words "Nine out of ten hexagrams are accurate, and ten hexagrams are calculated a day" is the entire property of this old hexagram master.

"Cough!" Lu Ya coughed dryly.

The old hexagram master did not raise his head and replied weakly: "I can't count it. Today's ten hexagrams are used up, so the guests will come back another day."

"Yeah?"

Taoist Lu Ya sent a voice: "Senior, since he stayed here to see me, why did he bow his head and never see me?"

"Um?"

The old master looked up and looked at it. The old eyes were a little confused and muttered:

"Who are you, Madam? Have you met Xiao Lao and Madam?

Hey? This lady, your Yin Tang is black and seems to be in a bloody disaster.”

Taoist Lu Ya pulled over the bench and sat directly opposite the long table, smiling and said, "It is precisely because of such a disaster that I came to ask for advice from seniors. I wonder if this disaster can be solved."

The old master held his white beard and looked a little embarrassed.

"Or why should this lady sit here for half a day? After midnight tonight, the old man can continue to divine people. Among the ten hexagrams tomorrow, it's okay to give her a hexagram."

Taoist Lu Ya frowned slightly and said, "Senior, I shouldn't show up here for too long. It's better for you and I to find a secluded place to talk to each other."

"This is not possible," the old hexagram master waved his hand repeatedly. "Although the old man has no wife or child, he is also a well-known hexagram master with hundreds of miles in a radius. If you are alone in your room with your wife, you may be gossiping."

Taoist Lu Ya lowered his eyes, and a little helplessness appeared in his eyes, "Senior, do you really not miss the old love?"

“How do you say this?”

The old master suddenly became energetic and looked at the woman in front of him carefully, "I know you?"

Taoist Lu Ya sighed, looking sad, but he knew that he could not force anything, so he stood up and bowed, turned around and left.

"Ahem! Your Highness? Why are you here?"

Suddenly I heard a ray of sound coming from behind me.

A middle-aged man in a short shirt poked his head out from the window on the ground floor of the restaurant next door, holding an iron pot and a spoon in his hand.

"When I finish cooking this dish, wait a moment, Your Highness, there are two tables of guests waiting!"

Dao Ren Lu Ya's forehead was covered with black lines, his whole body was trembling, and his body almost appeared. A mouthful of sun really burned the city!

...

‘What will Lu Ya do now?’

On Xiaoqiong Peak, Li Changshou sat in front of the elixir and thought quietly. In the dark elixir furnace in front of him, the elixir that was about to become a elixir emitted bursts of rays of light.

At this time, he was dedicated to using it. In addition to refining elixirs, he was also monitoring the movements of the Black Panther from afar, and by the way, he thought about the specific measures for the reform of the underworld in the secret room.

The Black Panther was heading towards his own cave at this time;

But what Black Panther didn't know was that the water demon Miaomiao had packed up her bag and left the cave two days ago.

Li Changshou doesn't understand exactly why, maybe it's...
To be continued...