"Tongxi~" The Golden Armored Confucian General nodded slightly, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the Nascent Soul whose eyelids were closed on the disc without any movement, and said, "This is already the third one! Brother Wang is indeed the unparalleled think tank of the two Taoist countries. He also made great efforts to go to the Zangxian Continent to find the Taoist Soul. In two years, he only captured fourteen Nascent Souls, and was very different from the Immortal Envoy. Unexpectedly, he was captured three in more than ten days on the side of the Yaotai Platform."

"Haha, this is all the blessing of Brother Wang!" The Confucian scholar waved his hand and smiled, "If it weren't for Brother Wang's splitting the land and becoming a marquis, how could I know the Yaotai meeting from that Taoist monk? Moreover, it is said that at this Yaotai meeting, there were mostly the so-called golden elixir monks of the Taoist sect, and not many Nascent Souls that I can participate in. The ones I met were all Nascent Soul cultivators. Isn't it a sign of the great blessing of Brother Wang's great heaven? As long as Brother Wang completes the mission of the Immortal Envoy, he will be favored by the Immortal Palace. Not to mention creating an eternal foundation for the empire, it is also expected to be in the Immortal Class!"

"Don't worry! You and I have been together since childhood. With the orphan, there will definitely be no missing Brother Wang!" The Golden Armor General smiled, "When the orphans are wiped out the soul of this Nascent Soul, we will look for the fourth Nascent Soul!"

As he said that, the golden armored scholar gave birth to a dragon pattern at the center of his eyebrows. When the scholar general bit his middle finger, a drop of blood oozed out. He pointed his backhand on the dragon pattern. A wisp of blood-red dragon energy rushed into the air. The scholar general's index finger moved in the air. As the index finger waved, the dragon energy appeared one by one, which seemed to be a roar of a little dragon appeared above the Nascent Soul...

However, before the inscriptions were finished, the Confucian scholar frowned, and five-colored light flashed between his eyes. He turned to look at one place. He reminded him: "Brother Wang, I'm afraid there is not enough time. It seems that another Taoist monk is coming over there?"

"Oh?" Jinjiaru showed joy on his face. He opened his mouth, the several written inscriptions and the remaining dragon energy immediately sucked into his mouth, lifted his hand, and clouds surged on the disc, suppressing Xuan Songzi's Nascent Soul into the imperial weapon, and raised his eyebrows and said with a smile. "For the sake of a national teacher, these Taoist monks are like the rushing of carp from across the river. The temptation of fame and fortune in the world, even those outsiders cannot escape!"

"Brother Wang hides his figure, I'll go and check it out!" The Confucian scholar's eyes were extremely bright. "Waiting for my signal. Brother Wang attacked together."

"Well..." The Golden Armored Confucian surging all over his body. He supported his body and rushed into the sky. The disk also flew up into layers of white clouds, just like the ones in the sky. The Golden Armored Confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian confucian

In just half a meal, in the distance, fire lights soaring into the sky flashed out, and then another sound of silk and bamboo sounded. But dozens of boys holding music in their hands stood on three or five huge fire vultures. The fire vultures were several feet in size, with fiery red wings waving, and wisps of flames rushed into the air. "Ga..." Occasionally, fire vultures opened their mouths and whistled several fierce flames spewed out of the mouth and nose of the fire vultures. The boys dressed in fiery red Taoist robes, and the cuffs of the robes were decorated with flame patterns.

Behind the Fire Eagle were several fire blankets, and a monk in the same Taoist robe stood on each fire blanket. These monks were a little older, standing intently with bright eyes, and each had a huge gourd on their backs.

The monks were behind the fire dragons, and there was no need to say that the fire dragon was only ten feet long, with flames tangled around them, and strands of flames seemed to be beating rhythms sprinkled in the air. Just talking about the fiery red chariot, a majestic aura came out from the chariot. Anyone looked at the chariot at a glance, a kind of heat would fill the entire field of vision. This unforgettable aura rippled the floating clouds floating in the air. Not to mention that the flames that penetrated the body on the chariot turned red and black, and the black fire heart burned and twisted the void that the chariot passed by!

Looking at the chariot again, a monk who looked like a drooping child sat on it with a calm expression. A trace of golden light flashed on his Taoist robe on his body, and a dark flame pattern flashed slightly in his eyebrows. The monk looked extremely inconspicuous as he followed this huge chariot, but the firelight and terrifying aura of the entire chariot seemed to move with the monk's breathing!

"Oh?" Suddenly, the monk's mouth and nose whispered, and the entire chariot was shining brightly, and the majestic aura rushed into the air...

"Stop..." A middle-aged man closest to the monk hurriedly spoke, and the boy who was playing music in front of him stopped.

"Old ancestor..." the middle-aged man hurriedly turned around and asked in a low voice, "Do you have any instructions?"

The child ignored the middle-aged man, his eyes opened slightly, and two faint fire colors flashed out from his dark eyes. The child looked up and glanced at him, and said lightly: "You are carrying dragon energy. I am afraid that the lord of a country will hide here today, but you are looking for a suitable national teacher?"

Unfortunately, after a while, no one was heard. The child was not angry, and still said in a faint tone: "I am the true person of the Lihuo Kingdom, Huode. He was invited by Kong Hongwu of the Star Lord Hall to go to Yaotai. If you are interested in finding talents to assist you in establishing the country and the border, you can wait for the Yaotai meeting to visit various star generals. But..."

Speaking of this, the voice of the True Man Huo De suddenly became cold: "But I think your Confucian cultivator has reached the level of the fourth level of Yuanli. With the dragon weapon, you can fight for a person of the fifth level of Yuanli, you are afraid you don't need the national master of my Taoist sect? I would like to advise you not to be dirty in my heart. Even in the eyes of the Immortal Palace, my Taoist cultivator is a star king, and it is not something you can understand. As a Taoist cultivator, although you cannot kill you rashly,... If you don't listen to me and do your own thing, you will sooner or later fall into the hands of my Taoist disciples!"

After another moment, Huode Zhenren waved his hand and ordered: "Let's go..."

"Get up..." After hearing this, the middle-aged monk hurriedly waved his hand, and the sound of silk and bamboos of dozens of boys in front of him rose again. The fire dragon roared and the chariot started again. After the chariot, more than a dozen young and beautiful women were dressed in palace clothes, holding various magical instruments in their hands, and the sound of jade pendants and other objects on their bodies was constantly jingling.

Just as the chariot of Huode Zhenren flew over a hundred feet, a fire light that looked like a giant dragon suddenly appeared from the void and rushed towards a large cloud. With a loud "boom...", the cloud did not dissipate like ordinary clouds, but flashed with golden light. Although the golden light melted into golden juice very quickly in the flames, the cloud did not dissipate.
Chapter completed!