True Monarch Crossing Tribulation forced me to soar

Chapter 17 17: Another Meal, Steamed Buns
After eating the steamed buns, Mo Jun couldn't sit still when he learned that the dinner was still steamed buns.

Rushed to Zhenshuzi's guest room, shouting:

"Master, Master, how have you all been through these years? It's all my fault. You saved me twice, but I didn't do anything for our Excalibur Sect. It's my fault. I'll go back right away." , Enlighten Brother Huang, rebuild the Excalibur School, increase salary."

He can't stay in this broken place for a moment, even if he can bear it, his body can't bear it. He has been a devil for thousands of years, and he has always only eaten the most beautiful and delicious people, lived in the largest and most luxurious palace, and even the servants , must be first-class smart.

Although he had made up his mind long ago, he would give the True Monarch Du Jie a fatal blow, and he would give everything for it.

But this does not include suffering and suffering.

He will always be a high-ranking demon king, and what flows in his mighty blood is nobility, which is the authority enshrined by countless gods.

Hearing what he said, Zhen Shuzi was naturally happy, and Zhou Yu was so active, which saved her from insinuating.

She nodded, and felt more and more that Zhou Yu looked like a bad guy, with his beautiful skin empty, but the inside was really a pussy that only knew about pleasure.

The Demon Lord was about to go back to the palace to eat two living people, but after leaving the Demon Realm for half a day, he couldn't suppress the desire to eat people in his heart. The steamed buns fed a mortal's body, and his cruel desire could not be filled.

I really couldn't wait any longer, he inadvertently stretched out his tongue and licked it around, and asked:

"Master, I can't wait for a moment. That formation is very good, can you send me back? I want to quickly call someone to repair our Excalibur sect, and express my infinite gratitude to the master. .”

This request is not too much, but Zhenshuzi is a bit embarrassed. Generally speaking, the movement of thousands of miles, such as shifting stars, is the unique skill of earth spirit monks. She is an extremely pure wood spirit monk, and she has never learned it at all.

But as the acting head of a faction, she needs to protect the face of the faction, she sat upright, coughed, and said:

"Oh, for such a trivial matter, you can ask your Wuyan Senior Sister."

"Oh, where is she?"

"Let's bid farewell to the Xuanmen monks who have not yet left with your big brother, at Wuqingtai, the highest place in the mountain gate."

Why is it okay to go to such a high place?
After climbing more than 900 steps, the devil finally couldn't help cursing:
Wait for Lao Tzu to restore the real body of the demon and smash this damn Excalibur faction. Damn it, why do you have nothing to do with such a high altar?
If the mountain gate is not repaired, why build an altar?
When climbing to 1200, Mojun was sweating profusely, and felt that the steamed buns he had just eaten had also turned into sweat, and his body gradually became vain.

He couldn't move anymore, so he just lazily lay on his back on the steps, watching the sunset glow redden the night sky, the early spring wind was cool and quiet, and he lost his mind for a moment as he looked at the mountains in the distance.

It seems that he has never appreciated the elegance of the human world so seriously. Such a magnificent and quiet beauty is invisible to the demon world.

He suddenly felt the unprecedented vastness of the world, and instantly fell into the beauty.

This ruthless platform is so high, in fact, it is to stop those who lack perseverance and ability.

On the surface, it looks like an endless ladder, but in fact it is a formation set up by the founder of the mountain. Only those with profound skills or strong will can climb up to the ruthless platform and learn the ruthless skills.

Practitioners, after a period of practice, comprehend the nature of heaven and earth at the first stage, and reach the stage of controlling Qi, they can directly break through the formation and fly over this endless ladder.

The monks who repaired the large array of guards in Kuaiji Mountain had passed this stage long ago. Seeing that Zhen Shuzi's master and apprentice were safe and sound, they boarded Wuqing Terrace and prepared to return to the mountain gate.

This year's change made all the sects heartbroken, not to mention the loss of the wood spirit monks who had already lost their hearts, Zhu Heli's betrayal really shocked everyone.

After calming down, they all thought about the throne of the Xuanmen Sect Master.

It's ridiculous to say that when they came with Zhu Heli, they wanted to divide up the treasures of the Excalibur School.

Never thought that Zhen Shuzi was still alive and well, but Zhu Heli fell into a demon first.

The originally stable Xuanmen headed by Xuantianzong, after Zhu Heli committed such a heinous crime, began to move around, and had long since lost interest in the tough bone of the Excalibur Sect.

Their current goal is Xuantianzong.

Some people are even secretly betting on whether Weiwei or Qingtai Mountain can win the suzerain position.

Therefore, although some disciples in each sect were injured, they were all anxious to go back to discuss important matters with the heads of each sect.

They gathered at the Wuqing Terrace mainly because there is ample spiritual energy here, and when performing exercises, they are greatly benefited, and the consumption of spiritual energy is the most economical.

Those who have earth spirit monks in their sect can also bring a few more people back.

And the rest of the disciples couldn't help being greatly shocked when they heard that Wuyan used the technique of shifting stars to transfer from the demon world back to the human world.

Even the earth spirit monk present said that he had never heard of this formation.

Therefore, uphold the attitude of friendly exchanges (mainly because Zhenjuezi thinks Taoist monks are too edible).

Wuyan waited for all the Taoist monks to board Wuqingtai, and was going to send them all back to their hometown here.

The disciples of Mount Qingtai were wearing blue Taoist robes, and the leader was a young man waving a bamboo fan. He saluted gracefully and said to Wuyan:

"Lingyun on Qingtai Mountain, I'm asking for advice."

After he finished speaking, a dozen or so Qingtai Mountain disciples walked out behind him.

Ling Yun, the great disciple of Mount Qingtai, used a fan as a brush to describe the formation on the huge ruthless stage.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, his hand in drawing the formation did not stop at all. He obviously memorized the formation thoroughly. After half a quarter of an hour, a formation containing powerful magic power was formed.

The onlookers were amazed:

"As expected of the great disciples of Qingtai Mountain, the transfer formation of ten people was drawn so quickly."

"You can see that his whereabouts are like walking in a garden. In fact, every step is a well-marked direction, coordinated with the pen fan in his hand, and there is no mistake. This is how he is so fast."

"As expected of the most potential monk in Qingtai Mountain, I heard that he is the closed disciple of Sun Laoxian."

Ling Yun is used to these compliments, he studied under Elder Sun, he is extremely hardworking, and he is also talented and intelligent, already far surpassing the monks of his generation, he just smiled lightly and said:

"Prince Wuyan, please."

Wuyan was a little puzzled, wondering why it took so long to paint the one on Qingtai Mountain with a transfer formation.

Wouldn't it be interrupted by someone in the middle of casting a spell, and then killed by a demon?

But she is not used to communicating with people, so she doesn't speak.

She kept silent, stretched out her fingers, and quickly drew a small magic circle with a few strokes in the air.

Someone couldn't hold back a sneer:
"With such a big dot matrix, can you transfer an egg?"

However, the formation was infused with pure earth spirits, and it slowly fell in the air. The moment it touched the ground, it instantly expanded several times, emitting a dazzling golden light that enveloped all the disciples of Mount Qingtai.

Ling Yun's eyes widened in an instant, and he opened his mouth. Before he could speak, he was sent back to his hometown together with the other Qingtai Mountain disciples present.

No face does not change color:

"Next person."

Seeing that one-third of the people on the field were lost in an instant, she couldn't help but feel a little happy, showing a faint smile, thinking that Master Juezi should not be so worried tomorrow.

All the monks who stayed on the scene were shocked.

They couldn't believe that the cold little girl in front of them had such a profound skill that she could draw a magic circle that transported dozens of people away in the blink of an eye.

What's even more frightening is that they have no way of knowing whether the people from Qingtai Mountain were sent back to Qingtai Mountain or sent to some terrible place.

At this time, the Demon Lord rushed out in ecstasy, shouting:

"Senior Sister, Senior Sister, I'll come, I'll come, I want to go back to Prince Qi's Mansion."

(End of this chapter)