Chapter 462: Reception

"When the elders left, why didn't they think of searching again!"

"Stop talking nonsense! These evil gods are hiding so far away, is it too late? Scatter quickly!"

Chen State, close to the direction of Sen State.

The hills with sparse vegetation were gradually replaced by an endless sea of ​​trees.

In the air.

Hundreds of streams of light were like scattered fireworks, dodging the various disasters such as wind, fire, thunder and lightning falling from the sky, and scattered in all directions.

However, farther away, a large number of embarrassed but extremely numerous incense Taoist monks quickly intercepted these scattered streams of light.

There was no nonsense. The two sides were already at odds with each other. The moment they met, they immediately used their best. Countless incense Taoist magics and the magics and instruments of the Dajin Yuanying monks intertwined and collided!

The sea of ​​trees below was quickly swept by the surging magic power, and countless old trees were pulled out of the ground, broken and rolled away.

Although there are a lot of these incense monks, the Dajin monks are more sophisticated and skilled. Even though they are far fewer in number than the incense monks, they are only slightly inferior.

Even some people who have comprehended the Dao, even though they are limited by the lack of spiritual energy in the world of Chen, can raise their hands to cast spells with far more power than ordinary ones, and can easily kill the enemy in the formation, which makes the incense monks extremely afraid.

In the sky in the distance, several figures with unusual appearances quietly emerged.

They watched the battlefield and kept an eye on the surroundings.

They were the evil gods of the Ten Thousand Gods Kingdom who had been dispersed and hunted down by Lu Zhuangmei and others when they were besieging Yao Wudi before.

They stared quietly, but had no intention of taking action.

Even when they saw their own incense monks being killed, they only frowned slightly and returned to normal.

In their eyes, these incense monks were not much different from the Dajin monks who were enemies.

If there are no more, just train more. Anyway, there are as many surrendered monks and ordinary mortals as you want.

As long as there are enough mortals, it will only take a little more effort.

What they really care about and fear are the Divine Transformation monks of Dajin...

They carefully observed for a while.

One by one, the monks of Dajin were defeated by the Xianghuo Dao.

Smiles finally gradually appeared on the faces of several evil gods:

"The gods of Dajin and Dayan have not come to support for so long... It seems that they are really gone!"

"Good!"

"Haha!"

"This is God's will!"

"We must not miss this opportunity, let's go and wipe out Dajin!"

The eyes of a jackal-headed evil god with short hair turned slightly:

"Don't worry, try it out first... If this is used as bait, we are only third-class gods. Except for the divine realm, we are not much stronger than these cultivators, and we are far from being the opponents of those gods."

"That's right!"

"What the jackal-headed god said makes sense!"

Several evil gods who looked like nothing were talking in a literary way.

The jackal-headed god didn't say much.

He looked at the people in the battle.

Suddenly, his eyes condensed.

However, he saw a Taoist in green who was good at using ice magic, constantly freezing and slowing down the monks of the Incense and Fire Dao, while another middle-aged female cultivator who had condensed the Dao Qi was walking among these delayed monks of the Incense and Fire Dao, as if she was in an empty space.

With a wooden sword, he drove the power of heaven and earth and cut off a series of brilliant sword lights.

Every time he cut off the head of a monk of the Incense and Fire Dao, the sword light became stronger.

Those who blocked it were easily evaded.

Everyone was afraid of it!

The Jackal-headed God immediately came up with a plan.

He immediately put his palms together and bowed slightly to the sky.

Immediately, a round moon phantom appeared, shooting down a ray of moonlight, which fell on the middle-aged female cultivator.

The middle-aged female cultivator was immediately startled and quickly moved to avoid it.

However, the moonlight suddenly trembled, and a phantom of a jackal jumped out from it and rushed directly to the fontanelle of the middle-aged female cultivator!

This change was obviously beyond her expectations, and she was hit in an instant.

Her whole body froze, and her eyes showed a look of struggle.

The surrounding incense monks would never miss such a rare opportunity, and countless magics poured down immediately.

Even though the green-clothed Taoist who was good at using ice magic tried his best to cast an ice barrier to protect her, the female cultivator still turned into ashes in an instant...

In the sky, a bloody rain suddenly fell.

"Fellow Daoist Liu."

The green-clothed Taoist's eyes hardly changed. In such a short period of time, too many people had left, and no matter how big the event was, it would be difficult for him to have any ripples.

But the experience of the cultivator surnamed Liu from the Changsheng Sect just now made him alert immediately:

"Everyone be careful."

"The evil god has taken action."

He quickly sent a message to the surroundings.

However, even with a reminder, when the gap reaches a certain level, it cannot be prevented by just being careful.

For example, the female cultivator surnamed Liu from the Changsheng Sect, who was already a person with profound Taoism among the crowd, could not resist the sneak attack, so how could others be spared?

After a few breaths, the shadow of the full moon in the sky suddenly dropped another ray of moonlight!

The moonlight shone on a person, and then the person groaned, and his movements froze, and he was beaten by the incense Taoist monks on the spot, his bones and flesh melted, and his body and soul were destroyed...

"Retreat!"

"Quickly return to the sect!"

Seeing this scene, everyone's morale was immediately dispersed.

With the means of the evil gods, they were already in a difficult battle, so how could they resist the conspiracy of these evil gods?

If you stay here, you will be wiped out sooner or later. It is better to break out of the encirclement with all your strength, return to the sect, and use the sect's formation to fight or even fight back. This is the most appropriate method, and it is also the basis for the sect masters and elders to leave with peace of mind.

After tens of thousands of years of accumulation, even if the three sects temporarily lost their god-transforming monks, as long as they stabilized their position, they would still be able to stand at the top of this world with their incomparable profound foundation.

If we still can't hold on to this, we can only blame the younger generation for their incompetence.

But everyone is not a mortal, and they knew that if they fled in a hurry, they would only be defeated by the enemy one by one. Therefore, instead of fleeing immediately, they tried their best to use their own methods to suppress the situation, and moved the entire formation towards Peripheral shift.

This is why the monks of the three sects and one clan of the Great Jin Dynasty trust each other so much that they can achieve such smoothness.

The evil gods who saw this scene from a distance didn't care, but the smiles on their faces grew stronger.

The jackal-headed god nodded with satisfaction:

"Okay! Even the Yuanying monks who have understood the secret of Taoism have not come out in battle. It seems that the gods of Dajin are really dead. We will take action now..."

The words have not yet fallen.

In the distance in the direction of Senguo, a loud shout was suddenly heard:

"Don't panic, everyone. The ghost market in Senguo is guarding the place. The song is here for you!"

The sound came from afar.

But he saw a middle-aged monk wearing a large brown robe, with sword-shaped eyebrows at his temples, his eyes as sharp as a sword, and holding an octagonal box in his hand, coming out of the air!

There were more than ten Nascent Soul cultivators flying behind him.

Beside him, a monk with a huge head and strange appearance attracted some people's attention.

"Stork Taoist?"

Taoist Bing raised his eyebrows slightly.

Lingweizi and Hu Zaixi, two people in the crowd, suddenly looked gloomy.

The two of them were captured by this person in a sneak attack in the past. They were caught at the bottom of the lake and forcibly extracted Taoism.

Although they vaguely knew that there was something hidden at this moment, and they had already recovered, it was really difficult to feel friendly.

It's just that I can't have an attack right now.

His eyes moved slightly, but he saw a few familiar faces among this group of people.

The missing golden elixir disciple Lu Yu from Heart Sword Peak, the missing disciple Nascent Soul cultivator Qiao Chun'an from Dragon Blood Peak...

His eyes swept over the monks in Qu Zhongqiuhe.

At this moment, Lingweizi and Hu Zaixi suddenly felt enlightened.

In the song, he is holding an octagonal box in his hand, facing an astonishing number of incense monks in front of him.

He didn't look the least bit flustered.

Open the lid of the octagonal box.

Immediately, streaks of seven-colored light flew out and rushed towards the crowd!

This brilliance was extremely fast. Even though these Xianghuo Dao monks tried their best to dodge, they were still hit quickly. Each of their faces showed sadness, joy, sorrow and anger, and the movements of their hands instantly slowed down a few beats. Some with higher cultivation levels It can still resist, but if it is slightly worse, it will be difficult to control in an instant, and it will be killed by the Dajin monks with sharp eyes and quick hands.

far away.

Several evil gods breathed a sigh of relief:

"I thought they were the transformed gods of the Jin Dynasty, but they turned out to be just Nascent Soul monks..."

There was a hint of coldness on the face of the jackal-headed god:

"They just happened to be eradicated here."

He folded his hands and bowed to heaven again.

The shadow of the full moon in the sky lit up, and a ray of moonlight fell again!

"Qu Zhenshou, be careful!"

Although Hu Zaixi resented Qu Zhongqiu and sensed the danger, he couldn't help but urgently warn him.

During the song, Qiu's face condensed slightly.

The next moment, a large-headed figure suddenly appeared in front of Qu Zhongqiu, raising his hand to greet Yuehua!

Just as he was greeting him, a blazing and pure flame instantly rose on his palm!

"Great Sun Fire!?"

"How can he know the Great Sun Fire?!"

There are many Wanxiang Sect monks here. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help but change their color slightly.

Only Taoist Bing connected the cause and effect, and a suspicion flashed through his mind.

The flames on the palms collided with the moonlight and annihilated each other silently.

The Stork Taoist stood with his hands tied, facing Yuan Ting and the mountains.

His eyes swept over Lingweizi and Hu Zaixi, a hint of apology flashed in his eyes, and then he looked at the evil gods in the distance with a solemn expression.

"I'm going to Guan Ao."

"Now is not the time to talk, Guard Qu, please coordinate with everyone and retreat quickly!"

"I'll stop these evil gods!"

"Guan Ao?!"

"The deputy master of Tianyuan Palace who died in Xihai Kingdom?"

The surrounded Changsheng Sect monks looked shocked, while the Wanxiang Sect monks looked even more shocked.

In the past, his death in the Xihai Kingdom shocked the country for a while.

Everyone had already accepted this fact, but they did not expect that this dead person would appear here.

In Taoist Bing's eyes, there was no surprise.

It is not only physical cultivation, but also the extremely rare Great Sun Divine Fire, and it comes hand in hand with Qu Zhongqiu.

It was too simple to use the mentality and methods of Elder Xun who had already surrendered to save Guan Ao in the eyes of everyone and make him cooperate with his plan.

It's just that no one thinks about it.

The only thing that gave him some doubts was that even though the deputy palace master Tianyuan was extremely capable, he was not Yao Wudi after all.

Can he have such ability to stop these evil gods?

Even the Yao Wudi of the past, who had reached the realm of perfection with Nascent Soul, could not defeat many with one person. How could this Guan Palace Master do it?

But this is not the time to think about this.

The monks on the Dajin side quickly cooperated with Qu Zhongqiu, and the distance between them quickly narrowed, and the number of Incense Dao monks in the middle was also rapidly decreasing.

Guan Ao did not attack, but stood high in the air, staring at the evil gods in the distance.

He seemed to be ready to attack at any time.

The next moment.

The evil gods in the distance finally couldn't hold back and flew over quickly.

One of them had a head like a round pot, with bulges on the four sides and a depression in the middle, and narrow eyebrows and eyes.

He stared at Guan Ao and sneered:

"You want to stop us? It's simply rebellious!"

"Spoon!"

As the voice fell, a large iron spoon condensed from the void and fell silently towards Guan Ao!

At the same time.

Below Guan Ao, a phantom of firewood appeared, as if putting him on the fire.

Guan Ao's eyes were slightly fixed. The iron spoon came too fast. Even though he was a physical cultivator, he couldn't dodge it if he didn't react in time.

But he didn't seem to have any intention of dodging.

His body bulged rapidly, and there seemed to be a mottled and turbid phantom looming around his body!

With his arms crossed and his body slightly bent, he was instantly hit hard by the big iron spoon and fell down!

But then he quickly flew up into the air again, looking a little embarrassed, but not hurt.

"Daoyu!?"

"No, it looks a little incomplete..."

Some of the Dajin monks couldn't help but wonder.

On the other side, the evil gods also changed their faces slightly!

"Divine Realm... Divine Transformation Monk? No, he is obviously not a Divine Transformation, how could he master the Divine Realm?"

"No wonder he dared to make such a boast!"

However, the monks on the Wanxiang Sect side, such as Ling Weizi and Hu Zaixi, who had personally experienced the extraction of Daoji, suddenly thought of something.

"It's what Elder Xun did before..."

With the Daoyu in his body, the biggest gap between Guan Ao and the evil gods was immediately eliminated.

However, the evil gods at this moment showed a happy smile:

"I didn't expect to miss one."

"That's right, but it's a good thing that he showed up so early, otherwise if we meet him alone, I'm afraid we will be in trouble."

"That's a good thing. Let's deal with him quickly. Jackal God and Bag God, you two go and deal with these Dajin monks, so as to avoid more trouble."

"Good!"

"That's exactly what I want!"

Several evil gods quickly exchanged opinions with each other, and then pounced on Guan Ao and those Dajin monks...

...

Sen Country, Ghost Market.

The Ghost Market teleportation array slowly lit up.

Then the light dimmed, revealing seven or eight figures.

One of the young monks was wearing a standard light yellow robe of the Earth Object Hall.

Although his face was ordinary and his temperament was quite quiet, there was a kind of fascinating brilliance flashing between his glances.

Although his cultivation level was not high among the crowd, he was the leader of the crowd.

Outside the teleportation array, a handsome middle-aged monk holding a folding fan seemed to have been waiting for a long time. When he saw the person coming, he immediately stepped forward with a respectful look and saluted the young monk:

"My Lord."

The young monk nodded slightly:

"You did a good job before. I already know everything. Take me there quickly... How is the situation over there with Qu Zhenshou now?"

Ji Lan did not dare to waste time. He quickly drew in the void and constructed the array pattern.

He responded:

"After I sent Qu Zhenshou there, Qu Zhenshou asked me to come back first and wait for the support from the upper sect. I don't know the details, but I know that there is an evil god there... OK."

With just half a sentence, he quickly completed the construction of a teleportation array.

In front of everyone, a temporary teleportation array was formed.

The young monk looked calm.

He had already known some news before, and now he just confirmed it again.

Then he waved the long sleeves of his robe and said in a deep voice:

"Everyone, join me in welcoming our fellow disciples back to the sect!"

The incarnation gods of the Wanxiang Sect have all ascended to heaven, but they will not tolerate these evil gods bullying them at will.

After saying that, he walked in first.

The figures behind him immediately followed without hesitation.

...

'Bang! '

A few cracks can be seen faintly in the sky, which are quietly closing.

The height of the sky also seems to be quietly falling.

A huge head figure fell from the air like a meteor and fell to the ground.

But after a short moment, it struggled to fly up from the ground and flew into the sky at a high speed.

Most of the flesh and bones on his body have disappeared, but under the nurturing of his strong blood, they have grown wildly. In just a blink of an eye, they are as good as new.

But the aura on his body still inevitably fell.

And the mottled Dao domain lingering around him has also dimmed a lot, almost transparent.

He was completely unaware, gnashing his teeth as he stared at the evil gods in front of him.

"You guys, nothing more than that!"

The evil gods looked embarrassed.

They had never expected that with the combined power of several gods, they could not quickly kill this cultivator who was infinitely close to the transformation of the gods, but instead delayed it until now.

"This person's body is really too troublesome!"

One of the evil gods with a face as thin as paper could not help but shout angrily at the Jackal God and the Bag God who were hunting the Dajin cultivator not far away:

"What are you still hesitating about!"

The Jackal God and the evil gods with bulging bodies, wide faces and big mouths, and full of wrinkles heard the other party's dissatisfaction, and their faces could not help but darken.

The Jackal God said coldly:

"Due to the limitations of our means, we can only target them one by one. Otherwise, you can do it yourself!"

"That's right... Gululu..."

The Bag God spoke hesitantly, and while he was speaking, he suddenly opened his huge mouth.

Immediately, a pile of dry bones was spit out.

Then he aimed at a Dajin monk who had no time to dodge, and his wrinkled face suddenly tightened. His mouth was like an open cloth bag, sucking the monk in, and then quickly closed.

The bag-like mouth quickly chewed and turned, and then soon spit out a pile of bones again.

"Hmph!"

The stove god with an iron pot on his head snorted coldly, suddenly withdrew from the siege of Guan Ao, and instead killed the Dajin monk nearby.

"I'll go quickly, so as not to let these monks escape and cause trouble!"

The big iron spoon disappeared quickly, and then suddenly appeared on the head of a Dajin Yuanying monk, and knocked it down heavily!

The monk's head was immediately shattered, and his soul flew away in an instant.

"Nephew Yuan!"

The Yuanying monks of Changsheng Sect couldn't help but look sad.

The God of the Pot and Stove raised his hand.

A large iron spoon appeared in his palm. He brought the bottom of the spoon with blood stains to his lips, licked the bottom of the spoon with his tongue, and immediately showed a comfortable look on his face.

"It's so comfortable!"

"Don't worry, come one by one!"

He suddenly understood why the Jackal God and the Bag God were so slow.

The extreme fear he felt from these human monk elders not long ago was now released on these monks.

This gave him both the pleasure of extreme revenge and a strong sense of security after strangling the potential danger.

Even if he was a god, he could not be immune to these emotions.

After all, he was only a third-class god, and his divinity was not complete.

"Hmm... Be steady, that Qu Zhongqiu, knock him to death first, and then knock them to death one by one!"

The God of the Pot and Stove looked at the middle-aged monk who was holding an octagonal box not far away, and was at ease in the attack of the monks of the Incense Dao, and could continue to kill his opponents. A cold light flashed in his eyes.

Then he flew towards the middle-aged monk silently.

At the same time, the big iron spoon silently condensed above the middle-aged monk's head!

"Qu Zhenshou!"

Ling Weizi, Hu Zaixi and others in the crowd noticed this scene and immediately shouted a warning!

"Noisy!"

The Jackal-headed God snorted coldly, and the moonlight in the air fell towards a monk.

Qu Zhongqiu also sensed the crisis, his face suddenly changed, and then he immediately lifted up the octagonal box, offered it above his head, and then quickly dodged!

The big iron spoon suddenly lost its aim, hanging in place, and kept shaking.

"Hmm? This box is a bit strange..."

The stove god no longer concealed it, and immediately accelerated to fly towards Qu Zhongqiu below.

The big iron spoon also disappeared from the original place and appeared in his hand.

In his eyes, he seemed to have seen the other party being slashed by his spoon, his brain bursting, and his soul being destroyed. His face, which was deformed by the pressure of the top of his head, couldn't help but reveal a smug smile.

And at this moment

Between him and Qu Zhongqiu, a wave suddenly came, and then quickly opened!

It turned into a dark door.

"Teleportation array?!"

The suspicion in the heart of the pot stove god was only a flash, and then his face showed joy and expectation:

"The transformation of the gods is gone, the more these Yuanying monks come, the better!"

"Look at me and knock them to death one by one!"

The next moment.

In his suddenly wide eyes.

Under the panic, anxious and astonished gaze of the surrounding monks.

A dazzling and heavy blade light that seemed to split the world silently slashed out from the teleportation array!

Like cutting tofu, it silently cut through the body of the pot stove god vertically.

In the blade light, a trace of inconspicuous crimson color also quietly disappeared.

Then.

In the sky, blood rain was flying, and a shadow with a head like an iron pot rose up and quickly disappeared...

"The stove god...dead, dead?"

The Jackal God and the Bag God stared at the stove god's body that was split in half in front of them.

Not far away, the other evil gods also stopped their actions in astonishment.

Guan Ao and Qu Zhongqiu were surprised, happy and worried, and couldn't help looking at the teleportation array.

"Which elder is still alive?"

"Just this move, I'm afraid it will..."

One foot stepped out of the teleportation array.

Then the face and figure of a young monk finally appeared.

He was wearing a light yellow robe, his face was calm, and his eyes gently swept over Ling Weizi, Hu Zaixi, and Bing Daoren, and then raised his head.

The gentleness turned into indifference, and he swept over the evil gods in front of him one by one.

And saw his figure.

Whether it was Qu Zhongqiu, Guan Ao, or Ling Weizi, Hu Zaixi and others not far away, they all looked puzzled:

"This... Chief Secretary?"

"Nephew Wang?!" (End of this chapter)