The flower demon has a graceful figure and clear eyes. She kneels on the ground with great respect.
She felt a little excited in her heart, and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar strong man in front of her with the corner of her eyes.
"Not bad."
Manjusri looked deeply and nodded with interest.
He stood up and helped the flower demon up. The latter lowered his head shyly and pursed the corners of his mouth gently.
"Mother Dazhi's foundation of wisdom is so powerful that she was able to sneak you in quietly."
"Senior's miraculous calculations allowed him to accurately find my existence among countless living beings."
The flower demon looked a little shy, and her skin instantly shattered, cracking like the surface of a wall.
As the waves of the sea rise and fall, the flower demon is like a peeled egg, revealing its soft and graceful figure.
It’s Xintao!
She is the descendant of the Big-Belly Ghost King. In the arrangement of the underworld, she turned into a chess piece placed in Luzhou, Beiju. She later successfully became a disciple of a strong man in the way of wisdom and became the direct disciple of Mother Dazhi.
When Manjusri sneaked into Luzhou with exotic treasures, Xintao was the most critical link.
The fighting is still going on, with blood and debris scattered freely.
The sea water gradually changed from being clear and flawless at first to being full of filth.
The stumps and severed limbs swaying back and forth, along with the arguments for magic, blocked the sunlight, causing the underwater scene to gradually fall into darkness.
Seeing this, Xintao blew lightly, and dense bright catkins floated out along her lips and teeth.
Catkins are evenly scattered in the vast sea water, like stars that suddenly appear in the dark night, pushing away all the darkness and filth.
"Master told me that this Demon Court reenactment is too dangerous, and there will be many powerful people taking action secretly, so it is not easy to expose the whereabouts. Just keep a low profile and bide your time."
Xintao's voice is sweet and soft, especially clear on the cold seabed.
Manjusri narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, looking at the battle that was coming to an end on the sea.
"Your master is right. The Witch Clan's invasion of Beiming has never stopped. Coupled with the Zombie Clan's great help, its strength has long surpassed that of the Monster Clan."
"Every time the Demon Court reenacts, it means that the great sage of the past will resurrect in some new form. This is a huge threat to the Witch Clan. How can they just sit back and watch?"
"Don't worry, there will be many surprises this time."
At this time, the battle on the sea finally settled.
The sky is already covered with dark clouds, and the majestic waterway aura rises high into the sky, turning into countless lifelike and powerful dragons.
They shook their heads and tails, emitting a heavy breath, whistling and circling, roaring, stirring up the wind and clouds.
Big raindrops fell crazily, each drop containing a weight of tens of thousands of tons, killing and crushing all the troops that Demon Court came to attack this time.
As a leader, Zishan is naturally unique.
A bright thunder drum hangs high behind him, like the heart of a gluttonous beast, which continues to emit a majestic and solemn beating.
As Yuxuan remembered the violent thunder, dense purple flowers spread wantonly around Zishan, protecting him from those terrifying waves of rain.
Poof!
Zishan vomited blood with great difficulty, looked at the still energetic Dragon King of the West Sea opposite, and suddenly sighed involuntarily.
"As expected of a race that has survived from ancient times, its heritage and abilities are beyond the comparison of my Thunder Eagle."
Zishan's eyes were full of fear and he said in a hoarse voice.
This time, the colleagues he brought to conquer the West Sea all became mutilated limbs and fell slowly along with the waves.
On the chest, there are sharp claw marks that penetrate the body, and they are swallowing the aura of the waterway unscrupulously.
At the edge of the bloody wound, the aquatic shadow formed by the condensed countless auras is greedily devouring the flesh and blood, thereby blocking Zishan's activation of means to heal the wound.
The end of the strong crossbow.
The eyes of the Dragon King of the West Sea are full of fierceness, and the spiritual power in his palm is surging continuously, and he is slowly condensing an extremely sharp sword.
However, he has been reluctant to take action.
Zishan's ability to head to the West Sea in such a grand manner must have been informed by Emperor Jun, which more or less contained a hint of temptation.
If he takes action directly and kills Zishan in Xihai, he is afraid that the Demon Court will retaliate later.
"Oh, let's go."
The eyes of the Dragon King of the West Sea were full of helplessness and a strong sense of loss.
When Zishan heard this, he stood up without hesitation and activated his escape skills to leave the West Sea.
At the same time, the waves in Haitang's world were turbulent, like a mirror being shattered, with countless ferocious cracks suddenly filling the air.
Suddenly, the whole world is spinning.
When Manjusri came back to his senses again, he saw an elegant and quiet courtyard in front of him.
A man wearing a luxurious purple robe was sitting in the center of the courtyard, sipping fragrant tea with great interest.
It’s Zishan!
When he saw Manjusri appear in front of him, a faint smile appeared on his lips.
"Sit down."
Manjusri walked over and sat across from Zishan. As a result, he tasted the tea handed to him carefully.
"Fight without fear, build military morale with bravery, dominate the camp with good fighting..."
Zishan waited until Manjusri sat down and talked endlessly about the way of leading troops that he had been immersed in for many years.
He is a well-known pioneer in the Demon Court, and he is famous for being as fast as fire in every fight.
Manjusri has gained a lot from his guidance.
At this time, the entire courtyard erupted with a rich aura, gradually surrounding the location of Manjusri.
These auras are exceptionally pure, as if they have been carefully polished several times by strong men with great power, and they rush into the body along the pores.
Feeling the strength of his body through cultivation, Manjusri quickly took the treasure seal and sat cross-legged, quietly absorbing this gift.
Second-class reward!
After two hours, the endless wave of spiritual power gradually dimmed.
Manjusri opened his eyes with a rosy complexion, looking at Zishan who had been sitting opposite him, quietly waiting for him to speak.
"You are very good. You were able to create such a brilliant record in this battle with your weak spiritual realm."
Zishan's eyes were filled with admiration, and he immediately took out an exquisite drum from his arms.
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This drum is no bigger than the size of a palm, and its surface is dotted with delicate bright silver patterns. It shakes gently and makes a faint sound of thunder.
Manjusri looked at it very carefully. This treasure was able to firmly protect Zishan in the battle of the West Sea just now, and it could stand firm despite the Dragon King's skills.
Zishan's eyes were full of love, and he gently stroked the delicate thunder drum.
"Being able to obtain a second-class evaluation means that you are qualified to receive the inheritance of this deity. The spiritual power of heaven and earth accumulated for many years is just an appetizer. The real reward is this thunder drum."
Speaking of this, Zishan's eyes suddenly revealed a hint of reluctance.
Immediately afterwards, he handed the thunder drum to Manjusri.
Manjusri solemnly took the treasure in his hand, his spiritual power penetrated it and he rubbed it carefully with his fingertips.
This is a rare thunder treasure with great power.
Different from the brilliant thunder that always surges and rages, this treasure is actually proficient in defense.
In addition to being able to transform into endless thunder, covering the whole body to resist external damage, it can also reside in the heart to prevent the erosion of curse power.
Manjusri forced out a drop of essence and blood to directly refine this rare treasure.
The faint sound of thunder suddenly sounded, and this exquisite and elegant thunder drum suddenly rushed towards Manjusri's heart like a shooting star.
The thunder drum turned into a slowly rotating pearl, surrounding his internal organs, and the thunder that spread wantonly exuded intimacy and dependence.
"Many of the demon clan in Luzhou, Beiju, are proficient in the art of curses. They can only resist external attacks by sticking to flower bags. They are helpless against such heresy. With this treasure by your side, you will be able to be more at ease in the future." p>
Manjusri's eyes were full of joy, and he walked out of the elegant courtyard.
The scene in front of him flickered in strange and bizarre ways, and after a few breaths, he was teleported out of the second hall.
Xintao is waiting eagerly.
When she saw Manjusri coming out, she immediately came over with curiosity on her face.
"Sir, did you get a second-class reward?"
"Natural."
Manjusri said softly, and then continued walking towards the back.
Seeing this, Xintao quickly followed behind obediently.
She is the best spy placed by the underworld in Luzhou. Apart from the extremely secret bond of her father being a gambling ghost king, she is simply a rookie of the demon race.
Because of this, when Xintao came to Beiming this time, Master Dazhi gave many instructions, obviously because she wanted her to inherit his mantle.
With such a high-profile position, Xin Tao's growth has naturally gone smoothly, and her vision and knowledge are naturally beyond the reach of ordinary immortals.
Now, she follows Manjusri side by side. In addition to her father's Ghost King faction, she also wants to see what the legendary Yin Tianzi is capable of?
"Sir, do we need to rest for a while?"
Xintao suddenly spoke and said softly.
"No need." Manjusri looked at the green palace in front of him with solemn eyes.
Even though we are miles apart, we can still feel the majestic vitality in the palace.
Countless vines and green vines grow wildly, and the flowers and trees are lush, like a primeval forest that has been forgotten by the world for tens of thousands of years.
This is Ju Dou's palace.
Ju Dou’s experience is quite legendary.
This Great Sage was originally the most ordinary green chrysanthemum bean sprout, and his state when he transformed was only the middle stage of Earth Immortal.
At that time, it was the most popular stage for the establishment of Heavenly Marriage. As a result, Demon Court became famous and its strength increased.
There are countless weak little monsters like Ju Dou, just like the crucian carp crossing the river.
Therefore, when he first entered the Demon Court, he became a pawn tending flowers and plants.
But who would have thought that by chance, Judou would cultivate Wangshu's favorite moon orchid flower.
Wang Shu was overjoyed and rewarded countless orbs to help Ju Dou break through the Earth Immortal and become the flag-waving leader of Chun Xi Dojo, the demon clan's technique.
Ju Dou has a cautious personality and always adheres to his mission, waving flags and cheering for the friendly forces from the outside.
Unexpectedly, a certain strong man from Chunxi Dojo actually cut off his heart in panic, and fell directly in front of Judou while running away.
As a result, Ju Dou received a great reward from the Demon Court and obtained the skills practiced by that strong man.
"Spring of Grass and Trees"
After that, Ju Dou's realm began to advance rapidly, and every time he encountered a bottleneck, he would find unexpected encounters to break through the obstacles.
Because of this, in the final battle of the Lich Tribulation, Ju Dou came from behind and broke through to become Daluo Jinxian.