One hundred and forty-seven chapters scattered spirit collection
"When I was at the height of my fame, there was also a legend that I had to eat a child's heart every day and drink the blood of one person every day."
The Immortal Taoist sneered. Of course he had never done this before. These rumors were all false.
But in the future, if we can break away from Zhuang Wudao's control, maybe it will be possible.
"My lord, you should be happy. It is precisely because you are now so famous that you have all kinds of legends. Even if you know that your lord will not take action against them, these ants cannot help but be frightened."
Just like a ferocious-looking beast, no ordinary person would approach it easily, even if they knew it might be harmless. They would also make various assumptions out of fear.
Zhuang Wudao shook his head, ignored the Immortal Taoist's words, and walked down to the Immortal Collection.
However, as soon as his figure approached, three people flew out of the market town one after another. The first one was a Taoist priest in Xuanpao. His face was green and white, but he saluted in a neither arrogant nor humble manner: "Xiao Xiu Yun Shang, I have seen the vastness of the world.
Demon Lord, I dare to ask, what is the important matter for Demon Lord here today?"
Zhuang Wudao looked this person up and down and felt that he looked familiar. After thinking carefully, he remembered that the person in front of him was the fourth loose immortal in the Xingxuan cultivating world, Yun Shuixian, Yun Shang.
It is said that his strength is very impressive. He has reached the realm of immortality and has dual realms. He is an existence that can keep pace with Kong Tianxiao, the Taixiao Sword Sect.
But at this moment, in front of him, he seemed calm, but actually he was trembling.
Zhuang Wudao had no intention of embarrassing this person, and he had no plans for this spirit collection, but——
"My coming here has nothing to do with you and others, but I will take possession of this spiritual island. Anyone who has nothing to do with it must leave here within three days, otherwise they will be killed."
After saying that, Zhuang Wudao ignored this person and walked directly into the gathering of immortals. The rest of the people followed him, but when he passed the Yun Shang, he even smiled sinisterly: "
Brother Yun, don’t worry, you can take away the things here.
My master only wants this island and is not interested in anything else. By the way, I would also like to ask many of my colleagues to spread the news. In three days, my Cangmang Demon Master will recruit followers as the Holy Son of Equality. If the demon cultivators in the world are interested, you can come
This Hyunsong Island group”
The island where this spiritual collection is located was named Xuansong Island thousands of years ago. It has also been an island where scattered cultivators gathered for a long time. Many spiritual veins gather here, making it one of the more famous spiritual places on the Xingxuan Sea.
one.
The location of Lingji is variable, but it is impossible to build a market town in a place with no spiritual veins.
And this Xuansong Island is one of the few dozens of islands in the Xingxuan Sea that meet the requirements and have not been seized by large forces. A quasi-immortal-level formation can be built to deter those who are interested in Sanlingji's wealth.
The unpredictable.
At this time, the formations on the island were fully deployed. However, when Zhuang Wudao stepped forward, the formation restrictions that were originally spread across the island dispersed and retreated step by step, not daring to compete with them.
A head-on confrontation.
The Yun Shang's face was also turning green and white, and he suppressed his anger and asked: "The gathering of scattered spirits here is just a fair place for bartering. Most of the scattered cultivators here have nothing to do with the world and only want to be able to
I practice freely, seek immortality, and never participate in the disputes between religions. I have never offended the Demon Lord in the past. Don’t you think this move of the Demon Lord is excessive?"
Zhuang Wudao smiled silently. This old man really thought too much. He really didn't have any idea about Sanlingji. He really came here just for this Xuansong Island.
According to the news from Demon Lord Tianlan, there were three ‘Taixu Hunyuan World-Destroying Divine Boats’ that he had refined buried under Xuansong Island, as well as a treasure that was of great use to him.
Apart from these, he was not interested in anything else.
But do you need to go out of your way to explain it to these people? That would be too shameful and lose the spirit of a demon king.
Xie Wanqing looked at the market town, and on the faces of the many monks, most of them had expressions of anger but dare not speak, inexplicable anger, and indignation. They all glared in this direction, treating them and others as heinous crimes.
She couldn't help but feel ridiculous and funny, but her eyes were extremely cold and murderous: "If I were you, fellow Taoist Yun, I should be wiser and let fellow Taoists like you evacuate as soon as possible. Otherwise, in three days, there will be something unbearable to say.
occur--"
Yun Shang's pupils shrank, and his breathing suddenly became rapid. Generally, monks above the Gui Yuan realm have long been able to achieve self-sufficiency, and can ask for nothing except spiritual power. At this time, Yun Shang's breathing sounded
, it is swallowing a huge amount of heaven and earth energy.
It means that the positive magic power in his body is stirring, and he is on the verge of taking action.
At this time, not only Xie Wanqing, but also Meng Niansheng and others also had their expressions condensed.
They have no plans against this gathering of scattered spirits, but if this Yun Shang is really ignorant and determined to fight, they will not be merciful.
Although he did not want to add new opponents besides the Xueyang Palace Star First Sect, no one paid attention to these unworthy casual cultivators.
Zhuang Wudao sighed secretly, and with a flick of his sleeves, there were more than a thousand thunder and fire warriors in the three thousand miles radius of Xuansong Island immediately, pulling out the weapons deep in the seabed.
Suddenly, crisp explosions were heard from all directions. This was the Tianyuan Boundless Capital Formation that was about to take shape, and was competing for spiritual veins with the Sanxian-level formation on the island.
This wasn't a very rigorous formation, but it was suppressed by the Tianyuan Boundless Capital Formation, and he was immediately knocked down from the rank of Sanxian.
There is also a huge Chongming Bird False God, which suddenly rises from the sky, covering the sky with a hundred thousand feet of wings, covering the sky above the island.
Zhuang Wudao also turned around and glanced sideways at Yun Shang: "I am in a good mood today. I don't want to kill anyone. You'd better not force me."
A trace of sword intent waved his finger, and his divine will struck, piercing into the depths of Yun Shang's soul. As long as this person dared to take action, he could kill the opponent with one sword.
If he wanted to break through this collection of scattered spirits at this time, he could do it with just his thoughts, but he just didn't want to commit more killings.
Yun Shang's energy suddenly stagnated, he hesitated for a long time, and finally gathered all his energy, blood, and energy.
He knew that the person in front of him was in his prime, with overwhelming power and overwhelming power. Even if several major orthodox sects joined forces, there was nothing they could do. He was definitely not something they could compete with.
He had indeed felt just now that the crisis that could kill him actually made him, the fourth loose cultivator in this world, feel timid.
This Cang Mang Demon Lord, if there is any news about the battle of Beppu, the Emperor, it is probably true.
However, among the crowd, there were many impulsive people who were not afraid of the power of the Cang Mang Demon Lord. At this time, someone snorted coldly: "Give up Xuansong Island? Why? This Spirit Island has been our casual cultivator for thousands of years.
We have worked hard to develop it for generations, and the Demon Lord wants to take it away with just a word. You are really overbearing——"
But before the man finished speaking, a look of coldness appeared on Xie Wanqing's face.
“It turns out there are really some people who don’t know whether to live or die.”
The sound exploded, and along with the vibrating sound pattern, it appeared beside the man in the blink of an eye. The sound sword passed by and immediately shook the monk who spoke into minced meat.
Immediately, those who were preparing to follow suit all shut up and remained silent. However, it also made more people glare at them.
Zhuang Wudao didn't care at all. If these people really built up a momentum, it would be difficult to deal with them, and they would have to kill them wantonly.
Xie Wanqing took action decisively at this time, which actually saved many people's lives.
Still minding his own business, he walked into the depths of this gathering of scattered spirits for only a moment before arriving at the tallest seven-story building in this gathering of scattered spirits.
"Guanlan Pavilion?"
Zhuang Wudao's face showed a strange look. This was actually a restaurant, a restaurant located in Xianji!
It’s just a restaurant, but there are actually many monks dining there, and their cultivation levels are not low. The people inside are all at Guiyuan or above.
As a high-level cultivator, you can already live without grain, eat wind and drink dew, and feed on the soul of heaven and earth. Pure spiritual power is the most delicious food.
It is very rare that there are still people who linger on the desire for food and drink.