Shading the sky: About my reincarnation as the emperor's son

Chapter 11 Ye Zhaoxiao

Speaking of transporting stones, of course the saints and saints do not need to do it themselves, they only need to take care of it.The Emperor was bored and patrolling back and forth. This place had reached the edge of the so-called restricted area.A few dozen miles ahead is the restricted area.

It has been stationed here for two days, and I don’t know how many stones have been transported. I heard that it is related to the Yaochi Festival. "Fairy from Yaochi, I would like to ask you about something." A slightly glib voice came, and the accent turned out to be from Beijing, the other side of the starry sky, which made the emperor frown.He urged his mount. The war horse was a mutant species bred by the Ancient Clan. It had already been channeled and walked over with broken steps.

He saw a young Taoist priest with his hair tied in a bun, a Nanhua scarf, and a broken wooden hairpin.Wearing a Taoist robe with a green collar and wearing a pair of boat-shaped cloud shoes, she has delicate features and looks a little immature, but there is a frivolity and treachery in her complexion, which makes the emperor quite displeased.

This Taoist priest is cultivated in the second heaven of the Taoist Palace. This age is not bad, but what is really strange is that his physical body, the psychic phoenix, can sense many powerful blood vessels. There are little golden blood threads, and the flesh shell is extremely strong, like a dormant humanoid beast.

Eucharist!

The Prince of Heaven came to the Yaochi Saint and looked at the little Taoist priest coldly. He had actually seen this person before. Three years ago, he was with a fat Taoist priest outside the Demon Emperor's tomb, collecting psychic weapons.

"I don't know what the little Daoist asked about." The saintess of Yaochi said flatly.

"Fairy, you are the Holy Maiden of Yaochi. Have you ever heard of Kunlun Mountain? Does the Queen Mother of the West live in Kunlun Mountain?" The little Taoist priest smiled as if he was bathed in the spring breeze.

"Kunlun Mountain is the origin of the universe. If it is not on this ancient star, the Holy Lord of Yaochi will naturally not be in Kunlun Mountain." The Holy Lady of Yaochi has always been very well-educated.

"Ah? How could it be possible? Has the fairy heard about the meeting between Queen Mother of the West and King Mu of Zhou?" The little Taoist priest continued to talk.

"I don't know what you are talking about. There seems to be no divine dynasty named Zhou in the world."

"Oh, that's just an impudent way of thinking. Has the fairy ever heard of Sakyamuni?"

"I haven't heard of it. Taoist priest, maybe you can get something by asking the eminent monks in the Western Desert."

"Oh, well, then, I see that the fairy has the divine essence inside, and the beauty of heaven and earth will surely achieve something in the future. If we say goodbye today, mountains and rivers will not change, and we will talk to the fairy about life ideals another day." The little Taoist said. He bowed and his eyes rolled around.

The Emperor couldn't hold back his anger for a long time. He jumped off the horse and stretched out his arms to grab the little Taoist priest by the collar.He was tall and tall, with long hands and long legs. He caught the little Taoist priest like an eagle catching a chicken, rounded his face and slapped the little Taoist priest more than a dozen times. The slaps made him vomit blood, and golden threads loomed in the blood.

"Junior brother, what are you doing?" Saintess Yaochi dissuaded her.

"Fellow Taoist, what's going on?" Holy Son Yaoguang and Yao Xi heard the noise here and came from the air. "This is my junior brother Yaoguang."

"Does this cow have a fluted nose? He has a good physique. The beating made my hands hurt." The Emperor sneered.

The son of Yaoguang frowned, still smiling politely: "He is the fairy seedling I picked up in the southern region three years ago. He has entered the ancient forbidden land and had a great chance. He has already become a monk to worship my lord of Yaoguang The elder Chunyangzi is a disciple of the Taoist priest, his family name is Ye and his Taoist name is Zhaoxiao. This time I will bring him to the Northern Territory for a long experience."

"Fluttering Light wants to cultivate the Holy Body?"

"good."

"I am optimistic about you, but in the ancient times, the Eucharist is not so easy to cultivate."

"It all depends on human effort. The Holy Body has made great contributions to the human race in the past, so it would be a pity to remain silent. I want to continue the broken path in the Holy Land of Light and let the supreme grace of the Dacheng Holy Body reappear in the human world, which can protect the peace of the world for ten thousand years." Ye Zhaoxiao. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with resentment.The Prince of Heaven said, "Why are you staring at me? I have something to show you." Shaking his hands, he threw out a piece of memory crystal, which was exactly the copy of Pang Bo's memory burned by Zi Tianyu.

Ye Zhaoxiao's spiritual sense penetrated into it, and soon his face changed drastically, and he said anxiously: "Pang Bo, how come you have this? Where is Pang Bo?"

"Pang Bo is dead! He died in the cave of the demon princess Yan Ruyu. His soul was eaten alive, and his flesh shell became an old demon. If you want revenge, go to Yunze Prefecture to find Princess Yan!"

Ye Zhaoxiao was in great distress and fell to the ground with a plop. His body was shaking and his knuckles were turning blue from pinching too hard. "Pang Bo, we agreed to return to Earth together, why, why did you just leave like this!" He punched the blood-red ground, gravel flew, and let out a beast-like roar: "Don't kill Yan Ruyu , swear not to be a human being!"

"Very good!" The Holy Son of Yaoguang clapped his hands, "Junior brother, you must turn your grief into motivation and make brave progress in cultivation. Senior brother is optimistic about you! Your physique will make your achievements immeasurable in the future. It is not difficult to get rid of that Yan Ruyu. .”

A few people didn't notice while they were talking. They didn't know when a strong wind had started, dust filled the sky, and the sound of wind came from a distance.

"Why is the wind blowing? The sun was shining brightly just now." A disciple of Yaoguang muttered.

"A little wind is nothing. Are we, the monks, still afraid of a gust of wind?"

"Don't talk nonsense here in Taichu, it may lead to disaster." Some disciples who have stayed here for a long time warned that Taichu is a strange place, and words may lead to death.

A strong wind swept in, carrying the red sand and dust on the ground, like a faint blood mist, sweeping towards this side.

"Woooo..."

The sound of the wind was like a howling ghost, and the dust filled the sky, getting louder and louder.

"Black whirlwind!" The expression of a monk stationed all year round changed drastically.

In the distant sky, large shadows approached quickly, swirling like dark clouds, coming from all directions.The red sand grains were covered by the black whirlwind and dyed black, and there was a sinister wind everywhere.

This ghost wind is obviously not a natural wind, because there is no unified wind direction, but comes from all directions, as if it is alive.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong, the black whirlwind was full of color, creating big whirlpools.

"Ah..." A scream came, and a young disciple of Yaoguang's body seemed to be struck by countless sharp blades. He quickly disintegrated and was crushed in the whirlwind, leaving only a pool of blood.

"No..." Another female disciple was blown to pieces by the black wind, and she only had time to scream in pain.

"Hide with me quickly!" Without any time to explain, the Emperor took out a jar-shaped magic weapon, grabbed the Yaochi Saint, and the two of them fell into the jar.

The pitch-black jar is a secret treasure. It has no offensive power, but it is extremely strong. It is a magical weapon specially refined for defense and storage.The black wind raged, and several more people outside were shattered and turned into mist.

(End of this chapter)