Chapter 687: Jiao Shisan and the Great Demon King with Blue Patterns Transforming into Gods
After hearing this, the faces of the monks present turned ugly.
Because it is really hard for them to imagine what kind of disaster would cause all the creatures in a world to be wiped out. Could it be the legendary demon clan?
At the same time, in Tianfeng City, Qixing Pavilion.
Jin Sanchi looked at the chessboard with a troubled expression, his mustache twitching.
On the chessboard, Black has been chased to a corner by White, and is about to be completely wiped out.
Sitting opposite Jin Sanchi was the young man from Tiangongmen.
"How about it?
Old man Jin, are you convinced now?"
The young man from Tiangongmen threw up the white piece in his hand and caught it again, and said with a smile.
Beside them, a baby-faced girl sat at a low table, watching them play chess with a smile.
Jin Sanchi scratched his messy head, not wanting to admit his defeat.
However, the next moment, the three god-transformation monks present raised their heads in unison, with a hint of surprise in their eyes.
The baby-faced girl looked at the boy from Tiangongmen, tilted her head and asked:
"An old friend of Fellow Daoist Han is here, wouldn't Fellow Daoist Han go and have a look?"
The boy from Tiangongmen sneered.
"What did Fairy Leng say?
If this person can be counted as my old friend, then there is no enemy of mine in this world."
Jin Sanchi took the opportunity to clean up the battle and collect his chess pieces.
"I didn't expect people from the demon clan to come too.
It's just that he was so unabashed, as if he didn't take the Zhou family seriously!
I remember that the eldest lady of the Zhou family seems to have a bad temper, right?"
The Zhou family has been tyrannical for thousands of years, and there are many rules in Tianfeng City. Let alone the Yuanying monks who have to restrain their temper and conduct themselves with their tail between their legs in the city, even the God Transformation monks have to restrain their aura and behave on two legs in the city.
Walking.
And what they just noticed was an undisguised aura of the demon race in the early stages of becoming a god.
When the boy named Han from Tiangongmen and the baby-faced Fairy Leng heard this, a hint of fear flashed in their eyes.
Fairy Leng lowered her head and thought for a while.
"Didn't you say that the eldest lady rarely comes out of seclusion all year round?
When I came to Dazhou decades ago, I only met Daoist friend Zhou Bo, the Supreme Emperor of Dazhou..."
At this moment, a thunder sounded out of thin air!
Jin Sanchi touched his mustache.
Just say it!
After a few breaths, a tall, thin young man with a paralyzed face walked in carrying a human-shaped object covered in charred black.
The tall and thin young man walked into the house, threw the things in his hands on the ground, walked to a low place, and sat down on his knees.
"My sister asked me to entertain some fellow Taoists."
The young man named Han from Tiangongmen looked at the scorched black mass on the ground and didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Where does this dragon come from?"
the tall and lanky young man asked.
Leng Xianzi and Jin Sanchi, who also looked at the charred black mass on the ground, turned their attention to the boy named Han.
The boy named Han twitched his mouth,
"The young patriarch of the Nanhai Jiaolong clan has just advanced to become a god less than a hundred years ago, and he has never had any rules.
Fellow Taoist Gengchen, he..."
The young man surnamed Han didn't really care about this dragon that didn't know how high the sky was, but if this dragon really died and the dragon clan went crazy, the South China Sea would be in chaos again.
It doesn't matter if the normal time comes, but the unknown catastrophe that is currently weighing on the human race is not a good time for war.
Zhou Gengchen said indifferently:
"It's just a demon-destroying god's thunder, it won't kill you.
It’s good to be chopped more often.”
His sister has always done things in a measured way.
If it weren't for this dragon that didn't know how high the sky was, it was walking wantonly in Tianfeng City, baring its teeth and claws at the monks in the city, and not knowing how to restrain its aura, his sister would have been too lazy to take action.
Jin Sanchi was silent for a while.
Even if there are benefits to being hit by the demon-destroying divine thunder of the monks in the late stage of becoming gods, who would want to take it?
Anyway, he, who is in the middle stage of becoming a god, doesn't want to.
The boy named Han from Tiangongmen didn't want to either.
Of course, Fairy Leng didn't want to do it even more.
Seeing the atmosphere gradually dropping to freezing point, Fairy Leng asked:
"I haven't seen fellow Taoist Gengchen for a long time. Fellow Taoist Gengchen's cultivation seems to have improved a lot. My little lady, congratulations to fellow Taoist Gengchen."
Zhou Gengchen nodded,
"More cold fairies.
We haven’t seen you for a long time, Fairy Leng is becoming more and more beautiful.”
Fairy Leng smiled from the bottom of her heart.
The boy surnamed Han opened his mouth in shock, not because of Zhou Gengchen's words, but because he was amazed that this guy could actually speak in a scene.
At this moment, the humanoid object on the ground slowly came to life.
Jiao Shisan felt dizzy and had a splitting headache, as if he was about to grow horns.
He only remembered that he was jumping happily in Tianfeng City. Suddenly, a purple-gold divine thunder about one foot thick came down from the sky. The breath of the thunder was extremely terrifying, just like the tribulation he had overcome a hundred years ago.
Like thunder.
He was so frightened that he fainted immediately.
Then he was struck by lightning and woke up and fainted again.
Jiao Shisan crossed his legs and touched his head. He sighed in disappointment when he found that no dragon horns had grown.
However, it was at this moment that he noticed that there seemed to be many more people around him.
He turned around and looked around, and found that only one of these people had any impression of him.
"Um, what the hell is Han, where is this?
Who are these people?
Who hacked me?"
Jiao Shisan looked at the young man named Han at Tiangongmen and asked.
For a moment, the boy named Han wanted to eat dragon meat.
At the same time, the Nanhai Monster Clan.
In the dragon's lair.
The dragon with beards was lying on the bed of sparkling gems, a little worried about his brainless son.
It would have been okay to send someone else there, but the other sons and daughters had too deep grudges with the human race. It would be easy to start a fight with the human race when they went to Central Continent. Forget it if they were in other places. The fierce woman in Central Continent was even more difficult to deal with than Liu Chengzhi of the Liu family.
To make matters worse, in order to show that he had no intention of becoming an enemy of the Zhou family, Chief Jiaolong specially sent Jiao Shisan, who had always liked the human race.
I just wanted to ask something, so there should be no problem, right?
Chief Jiaolong thought so, turned around, and fell asleep.
At the same time, Donghuang.
The mountain range where the Blue Striped Demon King retreated, and the originally beautiful mountain range was turned into a wasteland with no grass and gravel everywhere by the thunder and fire of the catastrophe.
However, the spiritual energy here has reached a higher level than before, and it seems that it will soon be promoted to the sixth level of spiritual energy.
A giant blue-striped python was lying in a deep pit. There were two pointed little bumps on the python's head, as if it was about to grow horns.
A burst of green light flashed, the giant python disappeared, and the blue-striped demon king appeared in the pit.
No, it may not be appropriate to call him the Great Demon King with Blue Stripes at this moment, because he has advanced to the sixth level, so he should be called Demon Ancestor.
At this moment, the Blue Pattern Demon Ancestor, who had advanced to the sixth level, had a kind of pride in his heart that looked down on all things. However, this kind of pride disappeared after hearing Liu Mo's report.
"What did you say?
Is the Yuyang Realm about to encounter a catastrophe?"
The blue-striped demon clan stared at Liu Mo in disbelief, as if Liu Mo would eat him alive if he said the wrong word.