"Toxu! You are a demon! Demon!"

On the deck of the treasure ship.

He was covered in blood marks, his gray robe was covered in cloth strips, and his old face seemed to be an old man in the Nascent Soul Realm who had just rubbed back and forth from the pile of thorns, and was lying limply.

There is also a coma middle-aged man next to him, who is the second most powerful person among this group of people.

Above the treasure ship, the fierce battle is still continuing, but it has entered the final stage.

Emina, wearing a fairy skirt, stood in the sky with a sword, with a light curtain behind her, surrounded by starlight, and more than a dozen light columns locked on those movable figures, allowing them to gradually fix themselves in the air.

Her methods are simple and direct, and she exudes a mysterious power of rules.

Emina's long sword in her hand flipped gently, raised the sword and tapped it lightly, and the dozen six-sided bodies behind her were shining brightly.

A moon-white pine tree appeared behind her out of thin air, and the branches of the pine tree penetrated the bodies of more than a dozen figures.

As the pine tree shook slightly, more than a dozen blood mists exploded in the air appeared in the air.

Emina's long eyelashes blinked a few times and looked down at the distance.

The shuttle has gone and returned.

Obviously, the man in black who was left behind on the top found that something was wrong and was supporting him.

Emina looked at Wang Jixuan, with a little inquiry in her eyes.

Wang Jixuan nodded slightly.

She understood and flipped her body around the air, crossed the East China Sea, and met her head.

Emina is no longer the same as before.

Her core circuit was personally untie by Wang Jixuan, so that she had the paper strength comparable to the late stage of the fusion realm and the early stage of the Tribulation Realm;

All the spiritual circuits that Emina has mastered now have been deduced by Peony many times.

Even Mudan helped her develop a new combination technique, which greatly improved her combat strength.

Not to mention the sword she held in her hand was the Xianbao Yuehua Sword.

Wang Ji's Xuanling Consciousness had already investigated. There were still a few golden elixirs and a dozen condensed elixirs in the shuttle, and there were no tricky characters.

So, Wang Jixuan looked down at the two men below.

He stretched his waist and Xiao Huating had already moved a chair from the inner cabin of the treasure ship so that Master Wang could sit calmly.

By the way, Wang Jixuan released a trace of his own Taoist rhyme.

The old man with Nascent Soul was trembling all over, his pupils were a little dilated, and his eyes immediately became clear, staring at the young Taoist in front of him.

Mahayana period?!

There are countless Mahayana masters in the world!

"You, you are not the young master of the Murong family..."

"No matter whether I am a young man from the Murong family or not, I can kill me if I want to kill me."

Wang Jixuan said leisurely:

"I don't want to search for you, so I'll be told that I'll bully the younger generation.

"Tell me, what kind of incident I have been involved in by you, and who is the son of the Murong family?

"Look at your Taoist rhyme, although you look like a demon cultivator, there is a sense of integrity hidden in your bones. It should be the righteous monk who pretends to be a demon cultivator and does evil."

The disguise was pointed out, and the old man's eyes were only hopeless.

"How could that... the secret letter clearly states that one man and two women, both women are beautiful and beautiful, and the man is handsome but you can see a little deficit at a glance."

"You're just in vain!"

Wang Jixuan showed his powerful pressure in an instant:

"Which eye does you see that I am in a loss? Are you looking for death?"

The old man lowered his head and squirted blood in his mouth, and hurriedly said, "Senior, please spare me, please spare me! Yes, I have no eyes! Senior is not at all!"

"Well, let's talk about it, what's going on."

Wang Jixuan shook his sleeves and said slowly:

"For the sake of your attempt to kill me but failing to succeed, if you have nothing to hide, I can not pursue your sect."

The old man's mouth twitched wildly.

He whispered, "I can't hide it from you... I am indeed not a good person, but this matter has nothing to do with our sect. I was walking outside, collected some treasures, and came to kill the eldest son of the Murong family.

”

"Oh?" Wang Jixuan recalled carefully.

Murong Family…

I seem to have heard of it.

There are sixteen families in his hometown and thirty-two families of wandering cultivators. Each family has a profound background and is closely related to the major sects.

The foundation of these aristocratic families cannot be compared with that of front-line sects.

Master Wang asked: "The legitimate son of the Murong family is going to pass here?"

"Yes," the old man whispered, "The secret letter should be accurate. This person returned from the overseas fairy island. He probably passed by this nearby today and wanted to go to the Great Competition of disciples in the Guanli Sect of the Immortal Valley."

Watching the ceremony in the fairy valley?

Wang Jixuan listened in a slight manner and said with a smile: "Does this person have a light red butterfly mark on his neck?"

"This... this matter was not mentioned by the secret letter, and the secret letter is actually very simple..."

"Feel, you don't even know what this person looks like?"

The old man lowered his eyebrows and looked pleased, and he didn't know how to speak for a moment, but his eyes were filled with despair and bitterness.

"Forget it."

Wang Jixuan shook his head:

"Since that's the case, I'll give you another chance."

He flicked his fingers lightly, and a pill drilled into the old man's mouth.

In the old man's puzzled eyes, Master Wang picked up the old man and threw it at the southwest direction.

"Are you looking for those three over there?"

Wang Jixuan's voice flowed in the old man's ears.

The old man of Nascent Soul flew out and wanted to escape at the first time, but a strand of spiritual consciousness that seemed to exist and vaguely surrounded his soul, causing him to suddenly wake up.

Can't escape.

Unless the Supreme Elder from his master came to rescue him personally, but the Supreme Elder has been in seclusion for a hundred years and has not come out. How could he come here to save him?

Besides, this is not a glorious thing. Most of the seniors in the sect cherish their feathers...

The old man in Nascent Soul took a breath, his face was despicable with blood all over his body, and his eyes were fixed on the small black-sailed boat in front of him. There was a man and two women on the boat, looking at the battle place here from afar.

The intuition of the old man in Nascent Soul told him;

Although he just found the wrong person, now he has found the right person!

The old man subconsciously wanted to lift his sword and rush forward, but found that his storage magic weapon had disappeared, and was obviously taken away by the Mahayana predecessor.

It's okay!

This man and woman are only in the realm of the bridge of heaven and earth, and in the realm of the Golden Elixir Dao. He is like a master of the Nascent Soul, and kills it without any effort.

Raise your hand!

The old man held the sky with one hand, and the spiritual energy of a land of a hundred miles rushed towards him!

make a fist!

The old man's eyes burst out with electric light, and the electric light instantly surrounded his whole body, and his speed increased by three points!

The Nine Sky Thunder Art!

Thorn!

An electric dragon crossed the sea!

The man and the two women who were watching the show changed drastically. The two women had a very tacit understanding and jumped out suddenly. They were both cultivators from the realm of Heaven and Earth Bridge. One person was not far from the Nascent Soul, and it should be the fifth level of Heaven and Earth Bridge.

The two women each sacrificed their magic weapons, attacked and defended, and attacked the old Nascent Soul Taoist left and right.

The male cultivator shouted loudly: "Senior! We are not here to help the boxing! We are just passing by here! Don't blame us! Let's go now!"

Buzz! Boom!

The old Taoist Nascent Soul and the two beautiful women intertwined!

The old Taoist attacked and fought for his life, because he had no way out at all, so he could only hope for that Mahayana senior who was unhappy with the Murong family...

kill!

The old man was so angry that he rushed towards the black-sailed boat despite his own injuries.

The young cultivator's face changed wildly, and he took out a gourd and a small cauldron in his hand, and immediately threw out two magic weapons to save his life...

"I am a child of the Murong family! Please let me go!"

The old man cursed: "I killed you, Murong's legitimate son!"

Thunder running around the sky!

The old man turned into an electric light, like a thunder ball hitting the male cultivator!

suddenly!

The young male cultivator's eyes flashed in front of him, and a figure flashed past him and appeared directly in front of the old man covered in blood.

The young male cultivator changed from moving to stillness so quickly.

The old Taoist Nascent Soul stared at the thunder ball with his eyes wide open, looking at the one in front of him in surprise... the 'culprit' who threw him out!

The old Taoist could no longer stop the car, so he could only open his mouth and scold:

"you!"

Bang!

Wang Jixuan gently pushed out his palm, and a blood flower splashed out from the sky and earth, and blood light flew back dozens of miles.

The black-sailed boat was not completely spared.

Just a handful of bloody impact made the young master of the Murong family fly backwards, and the black-sailed boat was smashed to pieces.

Wang Jixuan turned his head, frowned, and exclaimed lightly, mostly confused.

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Is it his understanding of the combat power of the Jindan realm?

Why can't you even avoid the aftermath of this kind of battle?

However, Wang Jixuan now needs a guide to take him to successfully sneak into Wangxian Valley, and then he quietly goes to the head master to "disclose the truth".

Without disturbing too many people, the purpose of reminding all the sects of the righteous path in this world can be achieved!

Wang Jixuan raised his head, showed a kind smile, and looked at the figure of the young master ahead.

Two beautiful figures on the left and right rushed towards the young master in a hurry.

On the sea behind, the magic weapon shuttle ship hit the sea with a rolling fire.

Emina put away the immortal treasure sword and floated back to her treasure ship, leaving only Wang Jixuan standing in the air.

...

"Cough, cough cough! Thank you for helping me."

"No need to be too polite, no need to be too polite."

Wang Jixuan raised his hand to help him, and looked at the young young man in front of him who had just recovered with a smile.

If we don’t count the years and ignore the wandering second life, Wang Jixuan’s first and third lives may not be older than this young master.

Wang Jixuan used magic to look at the other party's bones.

This person must be over 200 years old, and his cultivation level is in the late stage of the Golden Elixir Realm. The Taoist foundation should have been inspired by experts, without any sense of vain. It is not a big problem to enter the Nascent Soul in the future.

This person's qualifications and understanding are not bad, but as the old Taoist Nascent Soul who died with his eyes closed, he was extremely deficit.

Wang Jixuan thought this person was a lustful person. After all, two female guards were with him, and the female guard was indeed quite beautiful.

But when he diagnosed the injury for this person just now, he found...

This guy is a pure yang body.

Never broke my body at all.

The reason for such a deficit can only be the scheming in the womb, resulting in congenital damage.

If you use magic medicine to make up for the missing innate origin, this person's cultivation may be able to quickly improve by several small levels.

"My younger generation, Murong Zhengyi, came from an overseas fairy island. He was going to visit a sect to watch the ceremony, but he never thought that he would be ambushed by this evil thief... Can you follow me home? I will beg my father to present the treasure!"

"There is no need for treasure."

Wang Jixuan waved his hand:

"This group of people was originally going to find you, but I met you in advance, so I just sent it to you."

Master Wang flicked his fingers lightly, and a little bit of aspiration slowly floated in front of Murong Zhengyi and unfolded on his own.

This is a little photorealism.

The old man, covered in scars, lay on the bow of the treasure ship, and said his purpose today in a trembling voice.

Wang Jixuan sighed: "I just didn't expect that you two good players in the Heaven and Earth Bridge could not catch a seriously injured Nascent Soul. Fortunately, no regrets happened."

Murong Zheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and sighed.

The two beautiful women also looked ashamed.

Murong Zhengyi whispered: "The disputes in my family have reached such a point of perseverance."

Wang Jixuan was a little puzzled.

A beautiful girl sighed, "There are only three worshipers in the clan who know our traces today, and I never thought about it..."

"I see."

Wang Jixuan smiled and said:

"I won't care about your family affairs.

"I can't save you in vain. You can continue to go to the Immortal Valley and think that the thing that intercepted you halfway did not happen.

"I have an old friend in Wangxian Valley. I want to take this opportunity to meet you."

Murong Zhengyi was a little puzzled: "Senior, you have such cultivation skills, which are unique in the world. When you look at the Immortal Valley, they will definitely regard them as guests of honor."

"Don't worry," said Dao Zhuang seriously, "If I am a bad person, it would be simple to control your mind."

Murong Zhengyi thought for a moment, lowered his head and bowed: "In this way, I took the initiative to invite my senior to Wangxian Valley."

"Let's go," Wang Jixuan said, "Your boat is destroyed. Go to my small boat, where my Taoist couple and disciples are there. You three don't have to be restrained."

"Oh, yes."

Murong Zheng asked:

"Third, if you want to hide your eyes, how should you call me in the future?"

"Just call me uncle."

"Sister me."

They hit it off.

It is indeed as Wang Jixuan said, it is easy for him to control the minds of the three of them to control the minds of the Mahayana masters who can act recklessly in this world.

Murong Zhengyi was naturally afraid that their Murong family was involved in a sect dispute, but he thought about it carefully...

He was an ordinary guest invited to Wangxian Valley. He could not enter the core of Wangxian Valley, but would only be in the cloud platform outside Wangxian Valley.

Take a step back and say that if this senior is not good for Wangxian Valley, there is no need to go so hard. He will also let him get into Wangxian Valley with him. The senior will just go directly to the gate of Wangxian Valley.

‘The Mahayana masters naturally have their own reasons for acting.”

Soon, the treasure ship carried six people and slowly flew towards Wangxian Valley.

Because the disciple competition for Wangxian Valley once every ten years is held in some time, everyone will go there early to give Wangxian Valley a face, so they don’t have to be too anxious.

Murong Zhengyi invited Wang Jixuan and the other two to Fang Town for a meal worth 5,000 spirit stones. Master Wang was more satisfied with this junior and gave a message to Murong Zhengyi for his practice.

This advice doesn't matter. Murong Zhengyi actually realized something and improved a small state.

This young man from the Murong family is even more convinced of Wang Jixuan.

Wang Jixuan didn't ask about the Murong family, and Murong Zhengyi didn't dare to disturb this master with mundane things, but just took out some elegant things.

They traveled all the way and gradually approached the vicinity of Wangxian Valley. Master Wang suddenly smelled an unusual smell.

He stood up from the treasure ship and frowned and looked forward.

I saw white clouds floating in all directions within three hundred miles, with many figures on them, but most of them were meditating.

They seemed to be siege Wangxian Valley.

There are a large number of disciples and disciples from more than a dozen families and large sects here!

There are several small and medium-sized sects that depend on Wangxian Valley, and they seem to have even more elite troops.

In addition, there are at least tens of thousands of casual cultivators watching the fun outside. Wang Jixuan carefully sensed that there were more than a dozen famous casual cultivators here, with their cultivation in the Nascent Soul and Combination Realm.

What's going on?

Why do I feel that this time it is not a disciple competition, but a fairy tale meeting to hold?

Wang Jixuan hid his body, stood on the edge of the treasure ship, frowned and looked at the familiar treasure land of the canyon below.

The countless towers and palaces on the mountain walls on both sides are where he once practiced, discussed the Tao, and made breakthroughs.

At first glance, it's all memories.

It seems like a different life, nothing more than that.

"Senior," Murong Zhengyi whispered, "I have a few acquaintances of my juniors. I'll go find them first. It seems that this is not a battle between disciples in the sect."

"Go," Wang Jixuan responded casually.
Chapter completed!