Journey to the West: Asking the Heavens

Chapter 242
Five hundred miles away from the First Prince's military camp, there is another military camp.

The third prince of Great Wei, who was plotting to usurp the throne, was also having a banquet, but there was only one person at the banquet, and he was a young man full of heroic spirit.

"Mr. Jiu, you really have supernatural powers. Please take care of my eldest brother this time." The third prince said very respectfully.

He was originally just a prince from a concubine, and he had no chance of inheriting the throne. However, he met this Mr. Jiu a few years ago and kept saying that he could help him ascend the throne.

He didn't believe it at first, but this Mr. Jiu showed his supernatural power comparable to that of a fairy. With a blood-colored long knife, he killed all the obstacles in the palace and the capital by himself.

This was nothing at all, but the hundreds of thousands of elite troops led by those emperor uncles did not come to a good end, they were all killed by this mysterious Mister Jiu!

That is really the mighty power of gods and demons!

"Easy to say, easy to say."

The young man smiled lightly and raised his glass to drink with the third prince.

"As long as Mr. Jiu helps me break the 20 soldiers this time, I will regard Mr. Jiu as the one-word side-by-side king, and donate all the land of the East China Sea, which is nearly a thousand miles away, to Mr. The two of us will share the great Wei Kingdom." Wealth!" The third prince promised.

"Then I would like to thank the third prince for his kindness." Mr. Jiu replied calmly.

With his identity and Taoism, the wealth and honor in the world would not be in his eyes, if it wasn't for borrowing the flesh and blood of mortals this time to practice the magic sword, he would not appear here.

As far as he is concerned, Dongsheng Shenzhou is also dangerous. How many Taoist immortals live in seclusion, if it is not dark under the lights during the catastrophe, and he still needs these three princes to hide their identities, he would have slaughtered the city and destroyed the country long ago. What temperament and a mortal hypocrisy?
Fortunately, the day is finally coming to an end.

Thinking of the elite soldiers in the barracks opposite and the group of demons chasing them from the North Sea, a smile appeared on the corner of Mr. Jiu's mouth.

As long as these enemies on the opposite side were beheaded, the magic knife would be restored to its original state, and he could also withdraw.

However, just as many thoughts were spinning in his mind, a loud noise suddenly came from the air!

Mr. Jiu's expression moved slightly, and he let go of his primordial spirit to investigate, but his face changed drastically: "There are human cultivators!"

The third prince was about to ask what happened, but Mr. Jiu's figure suddenly disappeared.

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"A small bug dares to shout!"

During the fight with that dragon just now, Mo Yuan had already figured out the details of this dragon. He was indeed a first-class celestial fairy king, but to him, it was nothing!
Therefore, facing the impact of the huge dragon's body, he secretly used his divine power, stretched out his palm, and grabbed it lightly!
A big hand formed by converging mana appeared out of thin air, it was ten thousand feet high, and it fell down facing the dragon!

Boom!

There was another loud noise, but in the aftermath of mana, the body of the flood dragon never shook the giant mana palm at all, but was grabbed by the giant palm out of thin air.

That ferocious dragon with a length of more than a thousand feet just lay obediently in Mo Yuan's palm like a small loach.

Mo Yuan blocked all the tyrannical mana of the heavenly level.

"Boy, you actually fought with me, do you know my identity?!" The dragon didn't give in when he was caught, but said in an extremely fierce tone.

Mo Yuan is not interested in his identity at all, what identity can scare him?Don't forget, he is carrying the grievances of Zhunti and the three saints in total, the Nuwa Empress.

Furthermore, under this catastrophe, the secrets of the sky are not revealed, and the chaotic clock can cover his own aura without leakage, and the saint can't detect him, so who can he be afraid of?

"I don't care who you are, if you prevent me from taking revenge and want to kill me, then go to hell!"

Mo Yuan snorted coldly, and suddenly closed his big palms.

"I'm the North Sea Jiao... ah!"

The Jiaolong panicked and wanted to reveal his identity, but unfortunately, before he finished speaking, his body and soul were crushed by Mo Yuan's palm, and he disappeared completely between heaven and earth.

"You... how dare you kill Mr. Long!"

The group of little demon kings watching the battle were terrified, and the leader said: "Mr. Long is a member of the Flood Demon King of the North Sea. If you kill him, the Flood Demon King will not let you go!"

Flood Demon King?
Mo Yuan's heart moved, he naturally knew the name of the Flood Demon King, and the future Great Sage Overturning the Sea, one of the seven great sages of the monster clan who swore with Sun Houzi, had immeasurable magic power.

But what did the Flood Demon King send people to Dongsheng Shenzhou?Although he is tyrannical, Dongsheng Shenzhou is the territory of Taoist immortals, and there are monkeys as eye-catching as Huaguo Mountain, so it is not a place where monsters should come.

Seeing that Mo Yuan was silent, the group of little demon kings thought he was afraid, and immediately said: "You and I will go to Beihai to plead guilty, maybe Lord Jiao Demon King will spare your life!"

"Spare my life?"

A trace of killing intent flashed in Mo Yuan's eyes, and he said coldly: "As long as you are dead, who would know that I killed you?!"

With a flash of golden brilliance, Mo Yuan rushed out like a sheep in a herd of tigers.

Mr. Jiu feels very unlucky!

Five hundred miles is not a long distance, and to him, it only takes a few breaths, but when he arrived at the scene, what he saw was the scene of the group of demons dying.

He looked at the young man in green shirt holding a demon skull in his hand in the air, his eyes could not hide his anger!

"You are so brave, you are so brave, you dare to ruin my plan!" Mr. Jiu said angrily.

Mo Yuan let go of the monster's skull, and said in great surprise: "You are Mr. Jiu who holds the blood-transforming sword in the army of the Three Princes!"

That's right, it's the Blood Transforming Sword, the notorious magic weapon in the Battle of the Conferred Gods!
After killing these little demon kings and searching for the soul of the leader, Mo Yuan suddenly discovered that the North Sea Flood Demon King sent someone here just to seize the blood-transforming sword!
Most of these little monsters are local monsters in Dongsheng Shenzhou, and only a few of them came out of Beihai with Mr. Nalong.

The Mr. Jiu in front of him was discovered by the Jiao Demon King that he possessed the magic blood-transforming knife. He chased him all the way from Luzhou in Beiju, but suddenly disappeared. Unexpectedly, he suddenly appeared in Dongsheng Shenzhou.

After the Flood Dragon Spirit found out, he sent someone to notify the Flood Demon King, and at the same time served in the Great Prince's army, trying to keep an eye on Mr. Nine, and even killed him to seize the treasure.

The blood-transforming magic knife is a great tool. In the Conferred God War, many people suffered from it, including Yang Jian, Lei Zhenzi, and Nezha, who lost to Na Yuhua.

According to the legend, if one is struck by this knife, the primordial spirit and body will be immediately corroded by the blood poison on it. If there is no antidote, even the Daluo Jinxian will turn into pus and die on the spot.

In Mo Yuan's view, this statement is of course a bit exaggerated. How could Daluo Jinxian be afraid of a Shilaozi blood-transforming sword?

But since it can be passed on in this way, it naturally shows the power of this magic weapon. Even if it can't hurt the Da Luo Jinxian, what about the Taiyi Jinxian, and what about the Jinxian?
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(End of this chapter)