Chapter 585 Dare to Compete with Liu Mo for Fish

Two thousand miles away, the ruins of Pingtian Palace.

This ruins covers an area of ​​about 80,000 miles and is located in this wasteland covered with black sand.

Many stone pillars in the ruins are towering into the clouds, with dragons and phoenixes engraved on them, as well as strange beasts of strange shapes. Among the piles of rocks on the ground, many dilapidated palaces are deep and dark, connected to the underground palace.

Legend has it that the ruins of Pingtian Palace have existed for at least hundreds of thousands of years. It was once a large immortal sect, and there were also leaders in charge.

At present, hundreds of thousands of cultivators in the south of the ruins are busy casting nets and lines.

The cultivators who can move to the edge of the ruins must be at least in the seventh realm. Otherwise, their vitality will be lost, and even if they are lucky enough to catch a spirit-escaping fish, it will be a loss.

In addition to the cultivators who are obviously human, there are also many cultivators who barely have human form, or demon cultivators and wild beasts who simply give up their transformation, and even some parasitic cultivators without flesh.

Just like the great world, the cultivators in the virtual world, who are generally more powerful, will still fight for the right position.

"My disciples from the Jinyu Academy are here. This section of 100 miles is occupied by my disciples. No unrelated cultivators should trespass here."

"The disciples of the Wuyang Buddhist Sect occupy this 300-mile section. Outsiders are not allowed to approach."

"The Shaoyin Sect occupies 30 miles. Please show some mercy and don't rush here."

The crescent moon hangs upside down, and the fish leap under the moonlight. As they approach the ruins of Pingtian Palace, the noise of the cultivators increases, and it is quite lively for a while.

With the Nine Realms Perfection sitting in charge, they are all large sects in this remote ruins. If there is an immortal Buddha, it would be extraordinary, enough to occupy a piece of land in the center of the ruins.

The Wuyang Buddhist Sect, which occupies a 300-mile section at this moment, is a sect with a true Buddha sitting in charge.

Tens of thousands of miles in width, this side is close to the middle section of 300 miles, 900 Wuyang Buddhist Sect members with seven perfect Buddha roots are scattered, and four elders with nine Buddha roots are here to assign disciples to pull the net.

As the spiritual light flashes, thousands of small balls fly quickly, driving the layers of large nets to be interwoven.

"You three hundred people guard the net."

"You guys quickly put blood materials to attract fish."

"Prepare Buddhist treasures above the late eight Buddha roots to guard against evil cultivators who are tracking the spirit-escaping fish."

The four nine Buddha roots elders sent messages one after another, and many disciples were busy. If they were not flying up and down one by one, they would be like a group of fishermen.

The spirit-escaping fish were approaching, and the elders and disciples of the Wuyang Buddhist Sect were busy, and a short old man in linen clothes appeared.

The old man appeared silently, looking at the desert in the distance and muttering to himself: "I am a descendant who has been separated for generations. It is rare to have a clan member who comes to the virtual world alive. It is okay to accept him for the sake of blood relationship."

"But among the people they brought, there was someone who could prevent this poor monk from releasing his divine thoughts through the air. This must be the work of the Nine Realms Perfection with extremely powerful spiritual consciousness."

The old man in hemp clothes became interested and wanted to see whether the people brought by the younger generation were powerful or had treasures on them.

The four elders of the Nine Buddha Roots realized it later and noticed the old man in hemp clothes approaching, and hurried to greet him.

"Hello, Sect Master. We can handle such a small matter. We guarantee that we can harvest at least one hundred spirit-escaping fish." This tall elder with the cultivation of the late Nine Buddha Roots obviously mistakenly thought that the Sect Master came for the fish.

The old man in hemp clothes is the leader of Wuyang Buddhist Sect. His name is Rong Jing and his Dharma name is Hui Tong. After coming to the virtual world, he joined Wuyang Buddhist Sect, outlasted the previous leader, and took over the position of leader.

However, it is extremely difficult to practice above the level of immortals and Buddhas. After 30,000 years, he was only in the late stage of True Buddha. Later, he was severely injured by the Night Demon Clan because of the Night Demon Lin and his group. Now he is still injured.

"Our sect is here to pick up a few juniors. You don't have to pay attention to them."

Rong Jing gave an order and stared at the ruins of Pingtian Palace. His eyes first fell on the school of spirit-escaping fish.

This time, among the school of spirit-escaping fish, as in the past few thousand years, most of them are of the eighth to ninth grade, good at escaping, and not strong in hurting people. What needs to be guarded against is the evil cultivators hiding behind the school of fish.

His eyes passed over the school of fish and searched for the blood of the same clan. The Buddha's eye was still in the third eye and heart eye, so he had no choice but to use the method of looking at qi in the miscellaneous Buddhist teachings to scan the surroundings.

This method of looking at qi has limited power, and can only peek at the strength of other people's physical bodies, and can also distinguish the qi of different bloodlines.

"They blocked the arrival of the poor monk's divine thoughts, and the Buddha treasure also cut off the induction. Hundreds of thousands of monks gathered here at the ruins, and there are monks in more than 40,000 miles. If you don't release some strange phenomena, it will be difficult to find them!"

After looking for a while with the method of looking at qi, Rong Jing didn't find the younger generation of the clan. He turned to look to the left and right, thinking that his younger generations had strayed from this place.

Just as he was about to send some disciples to disperse to both sides to create some strange phenomena, he suddenly felt something and looked to the right a thousand miles away. There was a section of 500 miles occupied by the disciples of Qianzhen Temple.

The abbot of Qianzhen Temple, who had not been out for many years, also came to the edge of the ruins.

The skinny old monk, the abbot of Qianzhen Temple, Zhihai, who was a thousand miles away, noticed the peeping of others at the first time.

The two sides had some hatred, so Rong Jing's face was cold, but to his surprise, Zhihai seemed to be hesitant about something after seeing him, and after a little hesitation, he turned into a green light and fled.

When the light landed, the thin face of the visitor showed a rare smile.

"Friend Huitong, I have something to discuss with you, and I hope you can cooperate to lure the turtle into the urn." Zhihai, the abbot of Qianzhen Temple, whose real name is Gongsun Hai, is the ancestor of Wangxue Gongsun family of Liantanzhou in the world.

Rong Jing did not refuse immediately after hearing this, but thought that this matter might be related to the descendants of the two families, and then it might involve the people brought by the descendants of his clan.

"Just tell me if you have anything to say, and I will agree or not after you explain the severity of it."

After receiving Huitong's voice transmission response, Zhihai, the abbot of Qianzhen Temple, showed joy in his eyes and his anger was much less.

He learned about Liu Feng from his descendant Jian Heng, and knew that several members of the Rong family were traveling with Liu Feng. At this time, Huitong happened to be rarely out, and was probably waiting for his descendants.

Thinking about it this way, Liu Feng had already taken advantage of the chaos to find his way out of the virtual world and came to the wilderness of the virtual world. I am afraid Liu Feng will not think that his body is also in the ruins of Pingtian Palace.

After all, he is a junior from the big world, not from a royal family, and knows nothing about the forces in various places in the virtual world.

Just now, I suffered a loss from the Nirvana Sect, and a descendant of the Nine Buddhas with perfect roots died, all because of Liu Feng. Now I joined forces with Hui Hai to make a plan, take Liu Feng and send it to the Emperor's Palace, and maybe I can't get it. Small benefits.

"Friend Hui Dao, I wonder if you have ever heard about the Tan Ye Buddha. He had a disciple who could reincarnate and return to the virtual world many times..."

Within a few breaths, the abbot of Qianzhen Temple explained the cause and effect, and Rong Jing thought for a while. If he could go to the Emperor's Palace to exchange for some fairy medicine, his injuries would definitely be recovered, and maybe even further.

"The poor monk's spiritual thoughts were blocked just now. The Liu Feng you mentioned is very capable, or there may be a true immortal beside him. It may be dangerous to capture him. Furthermore, there are many people here with mixed eyes."

"Do you mean to accept it, fellow Taoist? Then the next thing will be easy to handle. I will take another true Buddha in the sect to wait in the Night Demon Forest in the ruins. Fellow Taoist will lead him to the Night Demon Forest. That’s it.”

After saying that, the abbot of Qianzhen Temple straightened his body and turned into a flash of blue light towards the west of the ruins.

Seeing the old monk Zhihai go away, Rong Jing's face darkened. If it weren't for the fairy medicine, how would he cooperate with the old man from the Gongsun family?

"Dark Demon Forest! Take the Ninth Realm. Even if he has a true immortal beside him, it shouldn't take too much effort. It's enough to attack outside the Night Demon Forest. There is no need to go too deep."

Thinking of the Night Demon clan in the Night Demon Forest, the ancestor of the Rong family felt both hatred and fear in his heart.

There is a rare treasure land in the ruins of Pingtian Palace. It is rumored that it is most likely where the medicine fields were located in the past. After the night demon clan broke through the remaining formation and occupied it, it was transformed into a place where demons and demons breed with strong evil aura.

Putting away his thoughts, Rong Jing dispensed a drop of blood essence and assigned three Eighth Realm disciples to take his blood essence to the left, while he went to the right and searched along the edge of the ruins for a few descendants who might have arrived at the ruins.

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To the south of the ruins, there are monks for more than 40,000 miles.

The scattered schools of escape spirit fish are being attracted by bait everywhere, and the cultivators are busy fishing.

At this time, a group of more than ten unfamiliar monks arrived and fell into the ruins.

There are often foreign monks at the ruins here. Among them are Jiujing Perfection and a half-immortal monk. They are busy fishing, so no one has any evil intentions for the time being.

Among the figures in the group were demon cultivators, Gu masters, Buddhist cultivators and demon cultivators. It was Liu Feng and others who had all changed their physical appearance.

Others cannot identify them by their appearance alone, but this is of little use. If you meet someone who is interested in looking for them, there are many ways to find out their details.

For example, their respective race, bloodline, body, and cultivation techniques can all be written down to identify them.

As for the six members of the Rong family among them, if someone brings the essence and blood of the same clan, they can sense it.

Evil spirits such as the Holy Mother of Yanyou have been sent to the Insect Palace. At this moment, the body of the Liufeng Demon is walking outside, and the Dongxu Divine Weapon has been sent to the inner world.

"Fellow Daoist Liu, the ancestors of our clan have never heard of you. We are new to the virtual world and have no grievances. It is unlikely that we will embarrass you. I hope you will be considerate after we meet."

The withered old woman from the Rong family glanced around with the corner of her eye, her expression uneasy, and she repeatedly offered her hand to Liu Feng.

"Liu is just a little defensive. You don't have to think too much. I'll get to know this place first and ask about your ancestors. It won't be too late for you to contact him."

Liu Feng glanced at a few people beside him, and the six of them dispersed into the crowd.

Among the six people, the three demon monks Yan'an, Yanbei and Yuanming were not good people. They kidnapped dozens of demon cultivators who were killing human beings nearby and dragged them to the ruins of the ruins to refine their souls and search for their memories.

The three female Gu Masters looked excited. Yuan Caihe, Ouyang Shuiling, and Zhou Wan took the initiative to inquire about the information. Their three eyes looked around, finding everything new and strange.

Liu Feng and others were not idle here either, picking up escaped spirit fish among the cultivators.

In this attack, even if they restrained their main skills and only showed part of their strength, it was still obvious at a glance that they were better than ordinary people in the same situation.

Of the Four Elephant True Immortal Flags, Liu Feng Demonic Dao Body only took out the White Tiger flag, the other three flags, the Black Immortal Picture, as well as the Five Elements Treasure Mirror and the Insect Shell Armor obtained not long ago from the Insect Palace. These foreign objects were not taken out, but they were still attracted. Lots of looks.

"It seems that not all monks in the virtual world are rich, especially in this remote place where the immortality is rare." Liu Feng saw the covetous look in the eyes of others and had a clear understanding.

As time goes by, today's virtual world is unfamiliar to even Our Lady of Yanyou. His incomplete memory of the virtual world is simply not enough.

When he first arrived in the virtual world in this life, he would need to be careful for a long time in the future. He would not be in a hurry to find fairy-grade spiritual objects, but would focus on gathering information to avoid getting into big trouble.

Looking up at the crescent moon on the dome, it feels strange no matter how you look at it. Compared with the moon in the big world, the virtual world seems to be upside down, so it looks like the two corners are bent downward, hanging upside down in the night sky.

Exhausting his current vision, just like looking at the sun and moon in the big sky, he can't see a single bit of the moon here.

His eyes turned to the black desert outside the ruins. Far and near, there were crystals shaped like grass and trees. You could see the mixture of spiritual energy and turbid energy in them.

While looking at the inside and outside of the ruins, he used the White Tiger True Immortal Flag to spread out dense golden threads.

The golden threads intertwined into a net, penetrating the black sand again and again, and soon six 40-foot-long spirit fish were caught from the sand, four more than Yu Xia and Fa Shi.

"They are not immortal products, and these six are also small in size, but they are also good for my original body and clone's cultivation."

Liu Feng was wealthy, and didn't care too much about the six spirit fish below the immortal product. He waved his flag and wanted to reel in the six strange fish that looked like dragons.

But he didn't care much, and the cultivators in the virtual world here would not think so.

Six long hooks wrapped with flower shadows shot over and nailed on the gills of the six spirit fish caught in the net.

There was an invisible long line connected to the tail of the long hook. When it was pulled, the six long hooks took the spirit fish away.

"Asshole, who stole my master?" Yu Ying was immediately furious.

Or her brother Yu Fushan was quick-witted and quick-handed. A "constant dark" Gu technique covered her inside, and even her voice could not be heard.

The people who were traveling with them, whether it was Fashi, Yuxia, Tu Qingyan, or the six people from the Rong family, all felt depressed because of the scene in front of them, and their eyes all fell on Liu Feng.

Now it is different from the big world. It is impossible to kill people directly. How to decide depends on Liu Feng.

Liu Feng's demon body moved his eyes, and saw through the source of the six long hooks. A spiritual treasure shaped like a square handkerchief was hidden in the air, and under the handkerchief were more than a dozen female cultivators in gorgeous clothes.

"I have ten nine realms here, and they dare to rob me with four nine realms! Judging from their clothes, they are cultivators from the sect. Could it be that they rely on the immortals and Buddhas in the sect?"

The six long hooks returned to the square handkerchief, and Liu Feng's eyes turned cold. He didn't intend to kill people, but he couldn't watch the supplements he got being robbed.

To deal with four ordinary nine realms who were not even king blood, he didn't need to show up in person, and even Fashi and Yuxia didn't need to take action.

The demon's arms swelled up, and the king-grade bloodline supernatural power was mobilized. At the same time, the Buddha's power rushed into the White Tiger True Immortal Flag.

Instantly, a circle of black light swept out, and the square handkerchief spirit treasure was forced out of the body. More than ten female cultivators inside were swept by the black light, and the spiritual sea was instantly in chaos.

After a moment of distraction, they found that the Dingling Hook and the Dunling Fish had disappeared.

The square handkerchief was opened, and sixteen cold and arrogant figures in gorgeous clothes appeared. The middle-aged woman in the lead had murderous eyes. She appeared ten feet in front of Liu Feng and others in one step, and stretched out one hand.

"I am the elder of the Baihua Pavilion. Are you an outsider cultivator who has just arrived at the ruins of Pingtian Palace? It is understandable that you have never heard of my Baihua Pavilion Immortal. Bring the fish and hook here, and I will spare you this time."

The nearby eyes gathered together. When looking at the dozen women, most of them looked fearful and contemptuous, and when they looked at Liu Feng again, they looked gloating.

The scene was quite strange. Liu Feng took back six spirit-escaping fish with one move, and also made a group of female cultivators from Baihua Pavilion lose consciousness for a moment. If they were to kill, these bitches would have to die.

But these dozen weaklings were so confident in facing a stronger person that they dared to "spare" the other party once.

The six people from the Rong family looked ugly. They had seen Liu Feng's ferocity. There was actually a ninth realm who dared to snatch fish from Liu Mo!

At this time, Liu Feng glanced at the crowd and said lightly: "The people sent by your Rong family ancestors to find you are here. You should first tell them your identity. I will ask them something later."

After that, he turned his hand and pressed it. Blood flashed, and the bloodline magic power containing Yue Zui's bloodline reappeared. At the same time, the half-Buddha Dharma reached out and grabbed.

Sixteen women, whether they were near him or in the air, fifteen were gone in a blink of an eye, leaving only one in the early eighth realm, who was stunned in the air after losing consciousness.

"I have taken the people from your Baihua Pavilion first. If I want to go back, ask the immortals in your pavilion to come find me personally." He did not kill people in public, but that did not mean he would not kill immortals elsewhere.

Under the stunned gaze of the nearby monks, Liu Feng left a sentence, turned around and led his men into the crowd.