Chapter 55 Parties

After Li Qingshan left, Dai Mengfan took Yang Miaozhen to watch the battle on a water pavilion surrounded by water. Surrounded by thick smoke and fire, it was only a matter of time before the water pavilion was devoured.

Naturally, she doesn't care about the fireworks, she knows very well that it is the man who wins or loses who really decides the life and death of their master and apprentice! Yes, Yang Miaozhen has promised to worship her as a teacher.

Seeing that Li Qingshan was blown away by the strong wind, her heartstrings also tightened, and seeing him immediately waved Fengshen wings to kill him back to the library, she breathed a sigh of relief, but then she lost his trace.

The east gate of the library turned into a piece of black water as smooth as a mirror, but when the sun shone on it, there was not the slightest reflection of light, as if it had absorbed all the light.

Li Qingshan disappeared, and there was no sound.

Dai Mengfan's heart gradually sank again, and his beautiful face flickered in the firelight. She also thought about running away, Guihai Lingzun was fighting Li Qingshan with all his strength, and most of the time he didn't have time to pay attention to her.

"But where can you escape?"

Li Qingshan and Guihai Lingzun, one is the incarnation of the devil god, and the other is the supreme spirit fairy.

If Li Qingshan wins, she doesn't have to escape; if Li Qingshan loses, she can't escape either.

There is absolutely no possibility of being forgiven for this turn of events. If he was held by the Wuyu Palace, he would probably have to go to Hell Road and experience all kinds of torture before his soul flew away.

If she really got to that point, it would be more enjoyable to directly explode the Yangshen, but she is the kind of person who absolutely refuses to die, so she can only endure and suffer.

"Oh, that's really worse than death!"

Dai Mengfan was feeling worried, and a plain hand gently held hers.

"Master, can he win?" Seeing Dai Mengfan's ugly face, Yang Miaozhen knew that her master was very afraid of death, so she couldn't help but want to comfort her.

"What do you think?" Dai Mengfan asked back.

"The disciple's cultivation base is shallow, how can he know? But..."

"But what?"

"I've never seen him lose!"

Dai Mengfan's heart moved, thoughtful, and smiled again, just as he was about to do something, he suddenly turned his head to look at the library again, and murmured, "The door is open..."

Li Qingshan stepped into the door, and after a while, a white beam of light rushed out of the library, running through the ground, visible for thousands of miles!

"Array, it's broken!" Dai Mengfan's heart trembled, and he clapped his hands: "This is really amazing!"

Li Qingshan won, even if her life was safely saved, she didn't need to go to hell.

She consciously lost her words. From now on, Li Qingshan is her life-saving charm. How dare you call him "son"? She turned her head and explained to Yang Miaozhen, "Don't follow him!"

Yang Miaozhen held back a smile: "Yes, Master."

...

Above the ninth, the silver light gallops, and the horse runs into the air.

A woman in silver armor will press the handle of the knife with her forehand,

Standing majestically on the carriage, it is the former senior sister of the Vientiane Sect, and the current Liuding general—Chao Jiao.

The horse's four hooves are soaring with clouds, and its silver mane is flying, but it has no reins and does not need to be controlled. Not to mention that its intelligence is higher than most mortals, and this road is also used to chat.

This is just a routine inspection of the Wuyu Palace, and it does not have much practical significance to show that the Wuyu Palace guards the human world.

In addition to dealing with the invasion of demonic people, the human world has always been peaceful, not as chaotic as the way of monsters and hungry ghosts. Asura Road is endless, but it can be regarded as a special kind of peace and quiet. As for the Tao and the hell, they are all in charge of Buddhism, and it is not her turn to inspect the palace god in the future.

"Even if something happens below, it's impossible to see it up!"

Chao Jiao looked down with drooping eyelids: the mountains that towered into the clouds and stretched for thousands of miles were just a few folds in the ground; the rivers that were boundless and galloping for thousands of miles were just some curved thin lines. If it weren't for her cultivation of immortality and her amazing eyesight, she could hardly see clearly.

The only thing worth mentioning is the ever-changing clouds. Because the flow of time in the human world is faster, the speed of the flow of clouds is also extremely fast. She can often witness the birth and death of a storm during a patrol.

The first time she saw such a scene, she was so shocked that she was speechless. Numerous insights arose in her heart, and her xinxing cultivation took a big step forward.

But after watching it so many times, it is nothing more than clouds.

Life was much more boring than she had imagined. It was really strange and strange that she had no role in being a palace god when it was obvious that Yinghuo Yaoxing was in the world and the catastrophe had come.

"If I knew this earlier, it would be better to sit in Black Cloud City. Even if the demons retreat, they can still bully Li Qingshan! When I get up, it seems that I haven't 'pampered' him for a long time."

Chao Jiao smiled and was thinking about the next time he had a rest and a walk on the earth, when he suddenly saw a white line rising from the sea and rushing towards the sky.

This kind of scene is not common, she looked straight and stared. I saw a wisp of black smoke rising from the bottom of the white line, and there was a faint spark of light.

"There... it seems to be... Vientiane City!?"

...

There is a volcanic island 3,000 miles south of Mixc City, but unlike the Xuanming Cave Mansion, this is an active volcano. At this time, black smoke was billowing, and the magma in the crater was boiling.

A man with a clumsy face and a majestic demeanor was sitting cross-legged in the sea of ​​lava and fire. It was Li Liehuo, the former senior brother of the Vientiane Sect.

After the battle of Black Cloud City, he began to close the gate of life and death, in order to survive the six tribulations and break through the gap between human beings and immortals.

In the early morning, he also received a summoning order from Guihai Lingzun, but he did not immediately respond and rush to Vientiane City.

He benefited a lot from the battle of Black Cloud City, and he had broken through and cultivated into immortals as early as a few months ago. Now that he is no longer a true disciple of the Vientiane Sect, and he is recovering his strength and stabilizing his cultivation, he naturally refuses to answer the call.

However, the Vientiane Sect was his home after all, so it was inevitable that he had some thoughts in his heart.

"I don't know what happened to the Vientiane Sect. Lingzun will not call his disciples easily. Could it be that the demons have come to attack Heiyun City again?"

Li Liehuo thought about it, and was always a little uneasy. At this moment, he suddenly felt a wave of spiritual power, although it was not very strong, but it was inexplicably tickled.

He immediately rushed out of the volcano and soared into the air, looking towards the north from a high altitude, only to see the sea between the seas, empty and far away, with only a thin white line.

...

At the same time, I don't know how many practitioners in the human world, looking in the direction of the Vientiane Sect.

Le was also among them. As a true disciple of the Vientiane Sect, he also received a summoning order from Guihai Lingzun.

However, he neither rushed to Vientiane City upon the call, nor stayed behind in the cave, but came to a hundred miles outside the city, lurking and watching the changes.

There are ominous omen in the city, and the door is full of death. And he could vaguely guess the reason for this bad omen.

In the past, on the Huangquan Road of the Hell Realm, he lost a big bet with Niutou Abang, but somehow survived. Since then, he has glimpsed a first-line opportunity.

Le put away the casual smile on his face, and said to the three-legged golden toad under his feet:

"My dark horse has won again, and now, it's our turn to bet!" He showed a wry smile again: "He seems to have opened dozens of 'big' hands in a row. I'm really excited and flustered!"

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