surnamed Wang

Wang Gingquan thanked Tang Bing, and was about to turn around to leave when he suddenly remembered something, turned his head and said:

"Although I don't know what relationship senior has with Xuangu Heishan, she is facing a crisis right now. A monk named Zhu Wang wants to deal with her."

Tang Bing's calm eyes suddenly burst into a cold light, "Zhu Wang, does she also match the woman of the god?"

Wang Gangquan was not interested in understanding the emotional entanglements of these old guys, so he cupped his fists again to leave, and Tang Bing said at this time:

"From now on, the road to the east is long and dangerous, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to reach it with the cultivation base of the two of you. You have helped me so much, and let me give you a ride."

Tang Bing grabbed the sky with his left hand, stretched his right hand to the ground, two invisible breaths gathered between his palms.

This is the innate clear and turbid qi, and the combination of the two is chaos, which can only be performed by saints born in ancient times.

Tang Bing fused the two breaths together, and slowly sent them to Wang Gangquan's side.

"This chaotic energy can help you break through the space limit and go to the east of Shura in an instant. No one can stop you."

Looking at the ancient god with a slightly tired face, Wang Gangquan knew that this great gift was not light, so he bowed respectfully and said:

"Thank you senior."

……

Wang Gangquan and Suzaku were surrounded by a thin layer of chaotic air, and the surroundings stopped at this moment.

Wang Bingquan felt something, closed his eyes, the air membrane of the spiritual consciousness meridian was infinitely magnified, and he wandered through the entire Shura in an instant.

Several ancient gods in the world sensed him and raised their heads. Seeing this, Wang Qingquan hurriedly calmed down to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.

Locking the target on a plain in the east, his heart moved, and he disappeared instantly.

Two figures, one green and one red, appeared in the eastern soft grassland. The scenery in front of her eyes suddenly changed. The little girl was still a little dazed, and turned her head to look around.

Wang Gangquan was immersed in the strange state of the chaotic energy just now, this sudden feeling is very similar to the original fugue technique, but this time it can be combined with the physical body.

They stood in a field of black grass, Wang Gangquan knelt down, picked a blade of grass and put it in the palm of his hand.

After the black leaves are picked, they curl and twist at first, then become a little gray, and finally turn into fly ash and dissipate in the wind.

Every plant and tree in the Asura Realm cannot be measured with common sense.

The little girl seemed to enjoy it here, stepping on the grass with her bare feet.

The feet are soft to the touch, and the black grass trembles slightly when stepped on, making the soles of the feet itchy.

She couldn't help laughing and said:

"This is an excellent place. My little lady has decided that she will live here in the future."

Wang Gangquan smiled and walked forward.

Various animals pass by from time to time in the grassland, and their cultivation bases are generally not high. They live happily here and have not been hunted and killed by powerful monsters.

To be precise, there is no trace of the big demon and evil cultivators within a radius of five thousand miles.

This place belongs to Lingyun, and it is less than three thousand miles away from the mountain gate. It seems that the two will soon attract attention.

……

Suzaku flew on the grass to chase an unlucky rabbit, perhaps to adapt to the environment, the rabbit was as black as coal, except for the whites of its eyes, it was not easy for the little girl to see it in the grass.

Wang Gangquan continued to move forward, with his hands constantly pointing at his body. Every time his fingers fell, a part of his body changed. In the end, he had completely become a normal monk.

Suzaku finally caught the rabbit, and turned his head with ears to show off, but when he saw Wang Gingquan, he was taken aback and asked:

"who are you?"

"Your mother." Wang Gangquan's voice was flat.

The little girl understood immediately, and walked around him and said:

"Not bad, not bad, much more pleasing to the eye than before."

The soul-locking pearl on Wang Gangquan's waist flickered, and Fan Yanda's dissatisfied voice came out:

"Damn girl, who are you calling ugly?"

"It's just you, with thin arms and legs, green all over, and even a toad looks better than you."

"Little girl with blind eyes, I'm afraid you don't know how handsome I used to be."

"Did you hallucinate from practicing evil skills?"

The two were arguing fiercely, and there was a sudden sound of piercing in the eastern sky. When I looked up, I saw three figures coming with swords.

It's been a long time since Wang Gangquan saw such a retro scene. Today's young people, relying on their ability to fly, specialize in doing all kinds of strange poses.

Those who fly on their stomachs, those who lie down, those who fly cross-legged, and those who fly with their heads down...

In the words of the older generation of monks, one generation is not as good as one generation.

Three figures came to the top in an instant, two men and one woman, all of whom were at the peak of Mahayana.

The leading man was dressed in a plain robe, with a high hair crown, and his clothes fluttered in the wind. In addition to his good looks, he showed the demeanor of an immortal. This is the demeanor of the older generation of monks.

Wang Gingquan's body against the body of the evil cultivator will always cause misunderstandings, so he made preparations in advance. His transformation technique can even hide Sheng Xu, and it is expected that he will not be able to see the flaws in a few Mahayana periods.

Without waiting for the other party to ask, Wang Bingquan took the lead in saluting:
"Zhao Zhiyi, a junior of the Lingyun Sect, has met three seniors."

The man's originally prepared questioning words fell through, but his serious face softened a bit and said:

"Are you a disciple of the Lingyun Sect?"

"Returning to the senior, I will learn from the former head Li Changsheng."

"Who is the head of the Lingyun sect now?"

"Xu Junyu."

When the middle-aged man heard the words, his face was slightly moved. He pressed down his long sword and came to the young man, patted him on the shoulder like a kind elder and said:
"When you come here, it's like going back to the Lingyun sect..."

Just halfway through the words, the man's expression suddenly changed, and the long sword at his waist unsheathed "噗" and pointed at the junior in front of him, saying:
"Have you practiced magic?"

"Senior, listen to my explanation..."

The woman behind who never spoke interrupted:
"Stop talking nonsense. Everyone who came here has made a big mistake. How could the Lingyun Sect cultivate a monk like you?"

What was a harmonious scene just a moment ago has become a deadly enemy at this moment.

……

The weapons all stabbed out, Wang Gingquan hurriedly retreated to dodge, the little girl Suzaku saw that something was wrong, she croaked and revealed her original shape, condescendingly spit out a ball of fire.

Wang Gangquan retreated while parrying, feeling helpless in his heart.

These old guys are really hot-tempered, so it's no wonder that they became pawns to wipe out the five great immortal clans for the immortal emperor back then.

The Mahayana woman used a long ribbon, which was exquisitely crafted and extremely tough, and within a few fights, Suzaku was tightly bound.

The streamer got tighter and tighter, Suzaku had no choice but to turn into a human form.

Taking advantage of the moment when the streamer showed a gap, the little girl nimbly got out of it, opened her small mouth and spat out vigorously, and a small ball of fire hit the opponent.

On the other side, facing the siege of two men alone, Wang Genquan was exhausted and used the technique of transformation on himself again.

Two arms quickly sprouted from his ribs, holding a stone spear in both hands, a long sword in one hand, and a shield in the other.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man snorted coldly and said:

"You still say that you are not a cultivator?"

"You should listen to my explanation."

"Stop talking nonsense, get caught obediently, and come back with us for trial."

Another young man stabbed out with a sword.

Wang Gangquan was finally outraged, he raised his shield to block it, his figure flashed, and an extra clone appeared.

The avatar raised its hands, its eyes flashed red, and countless black vines spread out from behind it, and at the same time a large khaki river appeared in the sky.

The river was rushing, and there were bones and pieces of meat all over it, and the stench was unpleasant, accompanied by howling ghosts and wolves.

This technique is called Huangquan!

... (end of this chapter)