Difficulty: starting from the sword, halberd and demon

Chapter 45 Seeing the Dragon in the Field
Faced with the questioning of Tan Wuyu and others, Yan Mo Hanyan responded domineeringly:
"If you want to fight, I am happy to accompany you, but if you want to enter the ghost river to seek treasures, the alien world will never be excluded!"

Tan Wuyu and the others had already speculated about the intention of the Demon Lord, but they still felt very difficult at this time.

The Demon Lord is too powerful, and none of the people present is his opponent.

If you enter the Ghost River together with the Demon Lord, not to mention the high probability of the treasure falling into the hands of the devil, if Yan Mo Hanyan suddenly kills the killer on the way, the righteous way will definitely suffer heavy losses.

But if you want to keep someone outside to contain the demon king, and only allow his subordinates to enter, because of the discord between Yiliu and the righteous way, leaving the question of who will stop the demon king may cause many disputes.

It is even more impossible to cancel the action. Not only does it appear to be afraid of the demon world and loses morale, but also seeing the faces of Beichen Yuanhuang and Guiliang Tianxia, ​​​​he is unwilling to give up the treasure.

Just when several people were hesitating, suddenly there was a sound of clear air, the sound of the piano, and the sound of the sound came from the east.

"Come with the clouds, pick tea and cook spring greens, dark fragrance and shadows. Penglai dream, bright moon and lonely boat, it's better to go back. The devil has a good appetite, but the mountain people can't let you do what you want."

Tan Wuyu looked happy when he heard this voice, and there were noisy discussions from the coalition forces behind him.

"He's here!"

"Penglai Cyclamen has arrived!"

"With him here, we won't be afraid of the Alien Demon Realm!"

Yan Mo Hanyan followed the prestige, but saw the familiar feathered star crown came into view.

The Taoist has thousands of miles of blue sky above his head, steps on colorful spiritual clouds, rides the wind to control the air, and floats there, like a banished fairy walking out of the ink painting, with three thousand blue hairs and a little smile, dizzying thousands of years of time.

There was also a tall, taciturn man in a black robe with a golden crown and a red scarf around his neck, holding a jade qin in his hand, and followed him step by step.

Even though Yan Mo Hanyan was defeated by him twice, his attitude was still arrogant. Seeing Yunmengzhou slowly landing, he said in a cold tone:
"Hmph, Yunmengzhou, how can you alone resist our army of millions in the Demon Realm? Even if Baba came here from Penglai, so what?"

Yun Mengzhou first nodded to the three of Tan Wuyu, and then smiled slightly at Yan Mo Hanyan, speaking softly.

"The mountain people are low-level, so there is really nothing they can do. We can only invite the Demon Lord to watch together. As long as the Demon Lord does not enter the ghost river, everyone else is fine. How about it?"

There was a menacing light in Yan Mo Hanyan's eyes, Yun Mengzhou was not afraid at all, and still looked at him with a faint smile.

"Only you are not enough!"

After pondering for a moment, Yan Mo Hanba vetoed.

"Then add me, is that enough?"

A person who walked out of the righteous way of the Central Plains is one of the peaks of the triangle, said the Buddha Sword Fen, a Buddhist sage walker.

"Extraordinary Buddha."

Yan Mo Hanyan can tell the transcendent foundation of this holy monk just by the aura of his body, and his fighting spirit can't help but rise.

But thinking of the purpose of this trip, Yan Mo Hanyan finally suppressed it, nodded and said: "Forget it, I will sit and wait with you two, Teng Xie Lang, you take them in."

"Yes!"

Teng Xielang walked out from behind him, followed by Shesheng Boy, Pan Ji, Ren Fengyun and Huahun, and the Alien Demon Realm is now in full force.

Behind them was a mighty army from the Demon Realm, arbitrarily squeezing away the allied forces of the righteous way and scattered people from the rivers and lakes surrounding the entrance of the Ghost River, ignoring many complaints, and occupying half of the world.

Yun Mengzhou waved his sleeves, and there were three cloud beds spread out in a row, a wooden table in front, and on the wooden table, several cups of steamed Biluochun were exuding a refreshing fragrance.

He bowed to one Buddha and one demon, and said: "The mountain man invites the demon king to sit down with the Buddha sword, and wait for the good news from you all, how about it?"

Yan Mo Hanyan strode domineeringly to the edge of the cloud bed in the middle, turned around and sat down, and Yan Mo Huangshen Zhan pierced straight into the ground.

His attitude was so natural that he seemed to regard himself as the master of this place.

However, neither Yun Mengzhou nor Buddha Sword conflicted with him on such trivial matters.

Fojian said that as an eminent monk, he would show King Ming's wrath only when beheading sins for the common people, and he was very humble and polite on weekdays.

He saluted Yun Mengzhou, then walked to the cloud bed on the right and sat down cross-legged, with the Buddha plate behind his back, holding a cup of tea in his hand, and savoring it carefully.

And Yun Mengzhou never liked to show anger, and at this time he walked towards the cloud bed on the left very freely, showing no displeasure at Yan Mo Hanyan's rude behavior.

The waiter behind him placed the Qing Shangqin on his knees, Yun Mengzhou smiled and said: "The scenery here is nothing but ordinary, we have nothing to do, how about a Shanren Guqin to entertain you two?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the two to react, he played a piece of Xian Weng Cao by himself.

I saw him sinking his shoulders and sinking his wrists, his back straight, his eyes fixed on the emblem of his left hand, he gently folded and twisted slowly, and the soothing and leisurely tunes flowed from the strings.

Then, Yun Mengzhou opened his mouth and sang:

"The immortal old man, the immortal old man who attains the Tao, the immortal man who attains the Tao in Yunmengzhou, the immortal immortal who attains the Tao in Penglaike..."

The melody of this song is light and peaceful, the technique is simple and easy to understand, the singing is humorous and humorous, and it repeats itself repeatedly. Accompanied by the quiet and mellow tea fragrance, it is also very interesting.

Yan Mo Hanyan doesn't have much artistic talent, no matter how good the music is, it doesn't make much difference to him, he closes his eyes and doesn't know if he is practicing or meditating.

But Fojian Fen said that he was slightly puzzled. Yun Mengzhou's performance today is not like what Huang Shangzi said in the past, he can be in harmony with Xuanzong's six strings, and he has a superb piano skill.

But now is not the time to think about this kind of problem, so the sage walker just closed his eyes and recited the Buddhist scriptures silently, never saying a word.

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Before the entrance, many people crowded each other, shoulder to shoulder, in a state of chaos, loud shouting and cursing erupted from time to time in the crowd.

Facing the pressure from the Demon Realm, the three forces that originally had their own schemes merged into one, creating a sharp gap between them and the Demon Realm's army.

The two coalition forces marched towards the Ghost River together, but there was a clear distinction between the two, and countless scattered forces followed behind, wanting to fish in troubled waters.

Entering the Ghost River, there are dense branches and leaves covering the sky and the sun on the top, and twisted and intertwined root systems under the feet. Everyone must pay attention to the road at all times, otherwise they will fall into a big somersault if they don't pay attention.

Everyone looked at the towering ancient trees more than ten feet high, and the surrounding shrubs and weeds that were no higher than half their waists, and they all lamented that there must be demons when things go wrong.

"The trees here have grown taller again. When I sneaked a look yesterday, they didn't seem to be so tall yet."

"Yeah, any grass here is taller than the fence in my village, it's really crazy."

"This ghostly forest can eat people! Let me tell you, these trees, grasses, and roots are probably buried with dead bodies. They can only climb so high by sucking human blood!"

"Really? It's so evil outside, is there really any treasure inside? Could it be that there are some monsters hiding?"

　Yun Mengzhou: Hello everyone, the creators of Misery, I am a personal trainee who has been practicing piano for more than 1000 years, Yun Mengzhou, I like singing, dancing, rap and playing the piano. (Not a sunspot, just playing tricks)
　　PS: Xianwengcao is an introductory song for guqin. The original lyrics are about Mr. Xiyi and the ancestor of Chen Tuan. Penglai changed the lyrics to Yunmengzhou
　　
　
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