Chapter 299: Fox Demon Rebellion

Kill the Immortal Platform.

Zhou Yi is visualizing the Lost Soul Bell.

Fighting with martial arts saints, ghosts and gods, knowing that the soul is weak, or may be targeted by secret magic.

Even if there is an apricot-yellow flag to protect him at any time, some of the nightmare curse techniques targeting the soul can kill Zhou Yi silently.

suddenly.

Nagging voices sounded in Zhou Yi's ears, calling names or asking questions.

"Why can't I contact Lao Zhou?"

"Old Zhou, Old Zhou, now that we're done, we won't be able to listen to music anymore..."

His voice was staccato, his tone was familiar, and he wanted to be slapped in the mouth.

There are not many people in the world who can make his soul flutter when reciting Zhouyi's name, and the owner of this voice is one of them.

Zhou Yi suddenly woke up from his visualization and counted with his fingers, not knowing why.

There is a formation outside the Heavenly Secret Hall to cover up the Heavenly Secret. Without any special secret method, it would be difficult for the communication talismans, seals, and magic weapons to fly in. .

"Isn't Lao Zhang happy in Qingqiu? Could something have happened?"

Zhou Yi looked at the sky and saw that it was going to be night, so he used the magical power of marrying dreams with his hands.

At this moment.

Tens of thousands of miles away, Zhang Cheng was pacing back and forth in a hotel in the capital of Dashun Dynasty in southern Xinjiang.

Zhang Cheng had already informed more than a dozen people about the spies of the imperial dynasty, including court officials, Buddhist and Taoist masters, hermits from other sects, and the impeccable Luojing City God.

suddenly.

Feeling sleepy, Zhang Cheng stumbled with his left foot and his right foot, fell to the ground, and fell asleep soundly.

"Come again..."

The moment Zhang Cheng fell asleep, he knew it was an immortal casting a spell.

In the past year, the immortal has occasionally cast spells to meet each other in dreams, urging them to slay demons.

The familiar sky, clouds and mist, and the scene of the Purple Qi Taoist, Zhang Cheng complained secretly, and the immortal coaxed people without knowing how to change his appearance.

Zhang Cheng straightened his expression, put on a charming smile, and saluted respectfully: "Wow, the fairy spirit is flying, I can pay my respects to the Immortal... Ahem, pay homage to the Immortal!"

Halfway through the words, he quickly changed his tone. Because he was so deeply involved in the drama, he couldn't change his speaking habits for a while.

"No need to smile!"

Zhou Yi snorted coldly, transformed into the calm and dignified ancient immortal Yun Zhongzi, and said: "I observe the sky at night and realize that the human race is about to be in danger and disaster. I specially call you to go to Qingqiu to investigate carefully!"

When Zhang Cheng heard this, he couldn't help but be horrified in his heart, and he even surpassed the power of the real immortal.

Such a divine calculation can be called omniscient.

"Excuse me, Immortal Chief, I have something important to report!"

Zhang Cheng then told the real immortal the secret of Qingqiu from beginning to end. During this period, he went through thousands of calamities and numerous difficulties, and narrowly escaped death before he could find out the news.

"Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the human race! The life and death of the younger generation is only a trivial matter. The safety of the human race is more important than the mountains!"

Zhang Cheng spoke with great righteousness, as if he was about to fight the Qingqiu Fox Demon in the next moment.

Zhou Yi nodded slightly, several names flashed through his mind, and he spoke slowly.

"I am very optimistic about you!"

Zhang Cheng's face lit up when he heard this, but his face suddenly fell when he heard the following words.

"Go and investigate how many cities there are in the Qingqiu Demon Kingdom, what are the surnames of each city lord demon king, and how many demon soldiers are under his command. After you find out, call me by name, and you will make follow-up arrangements!"

"I will obey the Immortal's decree!"

Zhang Cheng didn't dare to refuse, and began to wonder in his mind which little vixen knew about this, or maybe a group of vixens.

"This matter is dangerous. I will not let you die in vain."

Zhou Yi didn't know how Zhang Cheng found out the information. It was related to military and national affairs, so he must have risked a lot of closure.

"I am an old acquaintance with the Great Shun True God, the Plague Messenger. Go to his temple and ask for a clone of the True God to protect you."

"Thank you, Immortal!"

Zhang Cheng was overjoyed and suddenly felt light-headed and fell from the sky.

Slowly opening his eyes, he was indeed back at the Shunjing Hotel.

Zhang Cheng thought for a moment. Since the Immortal Chief already knew about this, there was no need to continue to report to Daqian. The most important thing was to first seek a righteous god clone.

The temple of the Dashun True God is the original witch temple that was renovated and renovated. It is located in the middle of Shunjing.

The Plague Messenger protects the people and protects the people from poisonous miasma and plague while living in the mountains, rivers and forests. He also gives divine power to fight monsters and beasts. He is the only god worshiped in Dashun.

Zhang Cheng came to the Temple of Plague and waited in line for half an hour before he was able to go in and pay homage.

The god enshrined in the temple has red hair, a blue face, and a big bloody mouth. He wears a hydration robe, holds a seal in one hand, and holds a water-blue orb in the other.

Zhang Cheng offered three sticks of incense, kowtowed three times and bowed nine times, mumbling to himself.

"God of Plague, your friend Immortal Yun Zhongzi, please give me a clone to protect this junior..."

The incense and wish power fell into the statue, touching Yang Qi who was refining his divine power. A thought attached to the statue caused the Taoist below to worship him.

Sensing the Taoist's aura, it turns out that there are imprints left by Zhou Yi.

"This is my future colleague. We need to be friendly with each other. We are guilty after all!"

Yang Qi cherishes his position as an immortal and never misses any opportunity to build good relationships with his colleagues. A ray of light falls from the aqua blue orb and merges into Zhang Cheng's crown.

"This god already knows that if there is danger, he will show up to save you!"

When Zhang Cheng heard the voice, he was immediately overjoyed. He burned incense and knelt down again, and left the temple in a majestic manner.

"Now that we have the attention of an immortal and the protection of a righteous god, why are we still afraid of a bird?"

"Vixies, Lao Zhang is here!"

…

This morning.

The disciples of the Tianji Sect have finished their morning classes and are waiting for the fairy bell to ring to learn the skills and magical powers.

A disciple has long asked the master in the sect for advice. The bell is not only the magic cast by the immortal, but also comes from a supreme immortal treasure.

If you miss this opportunity, you will regret it for the rest of your life.

As a result, after waiting for a long time, the sun was already three poles high, but there was still no sound of the immortal bell.

Some disciples could not wait and went to ask the master in the sect, and then they learned that the immortal was traveling around.

Zhou Yi gave a lecture to Lei Zhenzi for the last time this morning, and he was not sure whether he had really learned to control the five thunders. After a few instructions, he rode away on the divine bull.

He did not specifically inform the three elders of Tianji, so as not to make them talk too much and make it particularly sensational.

Continue to go south.

Zhou Yi could not fly to the southern border to arrange the war between Da Gan and Qing Qiu. First, the war period was still a few months away, and second, intervening in military affairs would be annoying.

Third, it was to avoid scaring someone and making him dare not fight Da Gan.

The demon fairy was trying to avoid him, and the demon clan was in its prime, so Zhou Yi had no choice.

This time.

Climbing mountains and crossing rivers, it is a long way to go.

About two months later, Zhou Yi rode the divine bull and arrived at the Anlong River ferry.

Further south was Zhenzhou. Compared with the northern prefecture, the southern Xinjiang prefecture, which had just experienced war, was more desolate.

The river was vast, and there was a black-sailed boat at the ferry, waiting for guests to cross the river.

"Boatman."

Zhou Yi led the divine bull and asked, "How much does it cost to cross the river?"

The boatman said, "You have taken good care of this bull. Fifty coins for the bull and ten coins for the person."

"Okay."

Zhou Yi boarded the boat in front, and the divine bull followed.

"You have raised this bull well, and it is even better trained!"

The boatman praised, and shook the oars with both arms, and the black-sailed boat slowly floated to the other side of the river.

When it was about to reach the center of the river, the boatman said, "Sir, wait a moment, I will invite the Dragon King to drink."

As he said that, he took out a jar of wine from the cabin, knelt at the bow and bowed three times, then tied the jar to a stone and sank it into the river.

Zhou Yi smiled and said, "I have seen wine poured into the river, but this is the first time I have seen such a sacrifice method."

"Hehe, I will not hide it from you, what can the Dragon King drink if wine is poured into the river?"

The boatman said, "This method was told to us by the Dragon King in a dream."

"This is the first time I have heard of the Dragon King in a dream."

Zhou Yi's eyes flickered as he looked at the Dragon Palace at the bottom of the river. The water vapor was mixed with dragon energy.

This Anlong River Water God is obviously a canonized dragon clan and the descendant of the old dragon of Luoshui.

The boatman said proudly, "Our Dragon King is very effective. If you have anything to do, go to the temple to burn incense and worship, and you will get a response soon!"

"Well, he is indeed a rare river god!"

Zhou Yi nodded slightly, and his spiritual eyes saw through the Dragon Palace and saw the sleeping Anlong River God.

The incense was thick and the merits were profound.

...

River God Palace

Ao Rong, who was refining the power of incense, suddenly felt his dragon soul tremble and woke up from his practice.

"Is it a blessing or a curse to be restless?"

Ao Rong thought for a moment, opened his mouth and spit out a copper-backed and silver-faced treasure mirror, and asked: "Immortal mirror, immortal mirror, will this god do good or bad things?"

The power of merit and incense was quickly consumed, and the treasure mirror appeared on the river surface. The boatman was carrying a Taoist across the river.

Ao Rong recognized the boatman. He gave him a jar of local wine every time he crossed the river. He was very sensible.

Trying to see the figure of the Taoist clearly, suddenly the dragon soul felt like a needle prick, and the treasure mirror became blurred and turned into a stream of light and flew into his mouth.

A voice sounded in Ao Rong's ears: "Interesting! Interesting! You can actually find the figure of the poor Taoist! The breath of your mirror is a little familiar. Where have you seen it before..."

Ao Rong rolled his body and turned into a dragon head and human body, bowing to all sides.

"Master, I, Ao Rong, pay my respects to you!"

"Don't be afraid, I won't take your mirror away, remember to do more good deeds in the future!"

Zhou Yi's voice gradually faded and disappeared.

Ao Rong took a long breath and swore to obey the Master's order.

...

River surface.

The ferry across the river was far away, and there was a northern wall of the city.

The boats were bustling and noisy.

The boatman said, "Sir, Linjiang County is ahead."

"Yes."

Zhou Yi thought for a moment, and the treasure of the little dragon was somewhat similar to the plaque of the Demon Slaying Department.

Things become spirits when they grow old, and dead things will turn into monsters after being in contact with spiritual energy and evil spirits for a long time. However, in the Demon Slaying Department, monsters will not be hung on the gate.

The plaque of the Demon Slaying Department is an authentic spirit weapon. With the grade of a high-grade magic weapon, its intelligence is far superior to the pure Yang fairy weapon.

"I originally thought it was made by the secret method of Dagan Taizu, but now it seems to be part of a treasure."

Zhou Yi had some grudges with the plaque, and he calculated with his fingers and deduced that he was now hiding in southern Xinjiang.

The black-sailed boat docked, Zhou Yi paid the boat fare, and rode the divine cow into Linjiang County.

In ancient times, the county town was not large, and a few thousand to tens of thousands of people were already large counties. Linshui County was close to the Anlong River and was barely rich.

Zhou Yi was like a tourist, watching along the way, and giving a few coins to beggars when he met them.

The beggar must be real, and a fake one would not attract the kindness of the real immortal.

Moo!

The divine cow's nose moved, and it followed the fragrance to a restaurant called Longlai Pavilion.

Zhou Yi smiled and said, "This must be the best place for fine wine in Linjiang City."

Going south from Luojing, passing through hundreds of large and small cities, there is no need to ask, the divine cow will definitely find the location of the fine wine in the city.

Different places have different types of wine. Some local wines require special hydrology and land veins to be brewed. After tasting, Zhou Yi praised the unique flavor.

Longlai Pavilion has three floors, and many guests come in and out, which is quite lively.

When the waiter saw Zhou Yi riding an ox, his eyes lit up. He quickly went to talk to the shopkeeper and then came over to greet him.

The waiter bowed and said, "Taoist Master, you are so precious, so you should put it in the backyard, where someone will watch."

"It doesn't matter, I can't throw it away."

Zhou Yi asked: "Make two dozen of the best wine you have here and drink it from the cow."

"okay!"

When the waiter heard this, instead of being angry, he bowed lower and introduced: "Our best wine is called Qinglong Zui. I once really got the Dragon King drunk!"

"Is there still this matter?"

Zhou Yi looked surprised, the little dragon at the bottom of the Anlong River seemed to have green scales.

"Of course, that's how the name Longlai Pavilion came from."

The waiter led the way and introduced: "The Dragon King turned into a human form and came to our place to drink. He accidentally drank too much and his dragon head appeared. Many people saw it at that time."

Zhou Yi heard that it was interesting that the little dragon was really active and could integrate into the human race market, unlike other river gods and mountain gods canonized by the demon clan.

Most of the demon clan's mana growth relies on their own accumulation over the years, and they don't have much demand for the power of incense, so most of them hide in the mountains and rivers and don't care about worldly affairs.

The imperial court issued a yellow book about clouds and rain, which was also used to consecrate human beings to gods and command the gods of the immovable demon clan.

There is just one empty space next to the window on the second floor.

After Zhou Yi sat down, he ordered a few side dishes and a jar of wine, ate and drank while looking at the city scenery outside the window.

Tianji Mountain is surrounded by spiritual clouds, and the restrooms have more spiritual energy than the county town. However, it is too deserted and boring.

At this time.

A young man in green clothes came to the table and bowed to salute.

"Sir, can you put together a table?"

"Um."

The tip of Zhou Yi's nose twitched and he smelled the dragon's energy. The young man in green in front of him was none other than the water god Ao Rong.

Ao Rong took out an ordinary-looking wine pot, filled it with wine for Zhou Yi, and said, "Sir, this is the century-old Qinglong Zui. The owner of this restaurant only uses it to worship the God of Jiang."

Zhou Yi took a sip and found that it was indeed strong, but it was still far from being able to drink it until Ao Rong, the water god, could reveal himself.

Ao Rong deliberately appeared drunk, most likely to leave the legend of the Dragon King being drunk and to attract more incense to Jiangshen Temple.

"You are so brave, you actually dare to follow me. Aren't you afraid that I want to eat snake soup today?"

"Sir, you are joking. How can snake soup taste like wine?"

Ao Rong knew he was joking, but his hands couldn't help but tremble. The handsome Taoist in front of him was unfathomable, and he couldn't even calculate the history of the rare treasure.

Zhou Yi took a sip and found that it was indeed strong, but it was still far from being able to drink it until Ao Rong, the water god, could reveal himself.

Ao Rong deliberately showed up drunk, most likely to leave the legend of the Dragon King being drunk and to attract more incense to Jiangshen Temple.

"You are so brave, you dare to follow me. Aren't you afraid that I want to eat snake soup today?"

"Sir, you are joking. How can snake soup taste like wine?"

Ao Rong knew he was joking, but his hands couldn't help but tremble. The handsome Taoist in front of him was unfathomable, and he couldn't even calculate the history of the rare treasure.