The fairy godmother's match changed to take Long Aotian's script

Chapter 573 574. Drumming
When looking up at the dome from the Holy Demon Realm, there was a dark red scene, but in fact, when Pei Xihe was actually in front of the hall, he realized that it was not the case.

Perhaps there was a mysterious force guarding the palace outside, and the inside was like a small world.

The bright moon rises from the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ​​clouds.

I saw a round of white moon hanging high at the top of the sky, scattering bright white light, clear and cold to the bones.

And the entire palace, Que Yu, is located in the billowing sea of ​​clouds and mist.

The palace of the Holy Devil is so huge that it cannot be seen at a glance. Although it is the emperor of the devil, this place is like a fairy palace.

"Baiyujing in the sky, five floors and twelve cities. Immortals caress my top, and my hair is tied to receive longevity."

She looked in front of her, and in front of her was a red gold gate with a big drum hanging in the air.

The surrounding scenery is extremely elegant, all revealing otherworldly elegance.

The name is connected to the scenery of the long court, and the atmosphere is connected to the palace.The stop Hualu in the hanging pond, the Yan cover heavily blows the auspicious clouds.

Looking at the plaque on the red gold gate, the word "Holy Demon" is clearly written on it.

His brushstrokes are strong, like a soaring dragon, scrolling the surrounding spiritual energy, and Pei Xihe's eyes and pupils will feel tingling at a cursory glance.

Thinking of the woman in her memory who seemed to be staring down at the sky, killing the blazing true demon with one finger, she couldn't help but yearn for it.

And how to open the gate of the central palace?

However, Pei Xihe was not the only one here, but three people were already here, and at the same time, a golden light came from a distance, and it was the fifth person who had arrived.

The fifth person was a young man with an immature complexion, seeing the extraordinary palace here, he exclaimed in his mouth.

The three people who came first came two men and one woman. The female cultivator was dressed as a kun, holding a whisk in her arms. Although she was a demon cultivator, she was very elegant, giving people a sense of inaccessibility and transcendence.

And one of the other two men looked like he was in his early twenties, wearing a black uniform, wearing a silver and white long sword, and a white jade ring around his waist.

The other person is holding a big palm-leaf fan. He looks in his early forties and fifties, and he looks quite vicissitudes of life while shaking the palm-leaf fan.

And the young man came forward shaking his head, showing a look of extreme curiosity about his surroundings, seeing the surprise in Pei Xihe's eyes.

"Little friend, how did you get into the Holy Demon Palace when you were in the God Transformation Realm?"

Among the four people here except her, this young man was cultivated for the purpose of crossing the catastrophe.

The other three are all late Mahayana cultivators, with Nakun Daoist nun being the most.

And the two male cultivators also carried fairy aura, but the female cultivator and Pei Xihe didn't have it, so they should be from the Xiaoqian world.

It is understandable that this Qingyi female cultivator is extraordinary, but how can Pei Xihe, a cultivator in the late stage of transformation, gather enough demonic blood to come here?

When Pei Xihe heard the young man's questioning, a dark light flashed in his eyes.

But seeing that the previous three people were also watching this place, they were obviously very interested and wanted to know how she got into this palace.

She cupped her hands and bowed to the four cultivators, and said with a smile, "It's just luck."

Pei Xihe had some speculations in his mind, but he had to verify one or two first.

However, the black-clothed male cultivator in his early twenties frowned and said, "You can say what you are told to say. A mere cultivator who transforms the spirit dares to show off in front of us. Be careful, we will kill you with a single blow."

But precisely this sentence verified what Pei Xihe was thinking.

She smiled brightly.

"Then this fellow Taoist is here."

"you!?"

A dim light flashed in the female cultivator's eyes. The golden-clothed female cultivator is a sober person, and she has already seen something strange.

Pei Xihe's complexion was extremely prosperous, and there was a natural respect and power between her brows.

"As you said, I'm just a mere God. Since you are a Mahayana cultivator, and based on your attitude and temper, I really want to know what it is not to search for the soul directly."

She was obviously from the Small Thousand World, how could these Mahayana monks from the Upper Immortal Realm fear that the elders behind them would come to her?Of course not.

Therefore, Pei Xihe guessed that here, monks are not allowed to do anything.

The male cultivator waving the cattail leaf fan said: "You girl is vigilant, yes, this place has been restricted by the Holy Demon Emperor, and no cultivators can fight each other."

"If you want to seize the opportunity, you need to rely on your own ability. The holy devil hates fighting inside."

He looked at the big drum at the door, and some light came out of his slightly cloudy eyes.

Gu Nanzheng looked at the boyish young man and snorted coldly.

"This fellow Taoist is over 280 years old, he's acting like a young ass, it's disgusting."

When Tang Gu was pointed out by him, his complexion didn't change much, and he didn't make much excuses. There was only a gloomy look in the depths of his eyes, which was not noticed by outsiders.

And the black-clothed male cultivator who was pushed back by Pei Xihe with sharp words had a gloomy complexion, with a faint demonic energy permeating his body, as if he was already angry, and projected a chilling murderous intent, but he never made a move because he was afraid of the rules here.

That Kun Dao female cultivator did not speak until now.

"Xiaodao is friendly, you can call me Man Yuan Sanren."

"If you want to enter the palace here, you can bang this big drum with your own power, but you need five people to be present, and the number of five elements on the five futon mountains can be activated to activate the magic drum."

"The three of us have been waiting for you for a long time."

I saw the pattern of black dragon and golden phoenix circling on the red big drum hanging in the air, with a hazy breath, I don't know what kind of material the drum head is made of.

There are five futons on and off the stage in front of it, and it takes five people to activate their mana at the same time to activate the big drum.

Therefore, Gu Nanzheng, Mao Yuan Sanren, and Yan Fei have been waiting here for the arrival of the fourth and fifth people for more than a month, but they don't want to see the arrival of the two.

Yan Fei also thought about this point, even though Pei Xihe offended him and had killing intent in his heart, he calmed down his anger and said at this moment: "Since the five of you have arrived, don't waste your time."

Yuan Yuan Sanren looked at Pei Xihe and Tang Gu, and said with a smile, "Can you please help me, two fellow Taoists?"

Those who came here had gone through hardships to collect the remaining blood of the real demon, just to find the supreme opportunity to step into the Holy Demon Palace. No matter how thoughtful they were, they would never refuse, so they nodded in agreement at the same time.

Yuanyuan Sanren waved his whisk, but said kindly.

"good."

The five people entered and landed on five futons.

The futon occupied by Pei Xihe was the main fire, she urged her mana to pour under the futon, and then shot a red glow from her position onto the big drum.

Immediately afterwards, the black light of water, the blue light of wood, the white light of gold, and the yellow light of earth all fell on the drum.

There seemed to be a clear sound, and the black dragon pattern and golden wind seal on the big drum floated brilliantly.

The man with the cattail leaf fan stepped forward and said, "Within a stick of incense, this drum can be struck by a cultivator. Fellow Taoists, I will go first."

He threw the cattail fan in his hand, and punched the big drum brazenly as he whirled around.

It seems that there is a breeze blowing by, but it is like a sudden pressure from a sacred mountain.

Bang!
Dao rhyme flowed, turned into the rules of mountains and rivers and fell on it, making a low sound.

The black dragon swam around the drum like a living thing, and the golden phoenix was also flying. With the sound of the dragon and phoenix echoing, a ray of light shot out from the crack of the gate and enveloped its figure into the hall.

Yuan Yuan Sanren flew up, his face was unremarkable, and his posture was elegant.

She held on to the whisk with her left hand, but swung her right hand out with the long sleeve of the Taoist robe. There seemed to be a magic sound rolling in it without revealing the slightest bit, but it was condensed into runes and hit the drum surface.

It was the same sound, but it was much louder than the man with the cattail fan.

(End of this chapter)