Chapter 227 Mixed Sword Immortal
“Hey! Master, I’ll go right away.”
Zhu Bajie grinned and said with a grin, following the eastward journey this time. , that is the emperor who the master personally begged for.
Otherwise, it might not be his turn.
I heard from Master that the background of this monk is not simple. He is probably a reincarnated person. In his previous life, he was a very important person in ancient history.
Therefore, one can become a so-called destiny person.
This opportunity is hard to come by. He has positioned himself to serve this person as well as possible. When he succeeds in the future, he will have his own benefits.
It is impossible to directly become the Holy Lord level, but it should be enough for him to take a half-step and become a Half-step Holy Lord level.
I don’t know how many middle-level peaks have been trapped to death by this step. Even he has been staying here for tens of thousands of years and cannot make any progress. He must seize this opportunity.
Zhu Bajie returned not long after he left, holding a true god-level tiger monster in his hand. Even the corpse exuded a wild aura.
"Master, don't blame me. The monsters in this world are all reckless. It is inevitable that they are a little reckless. They are not as good as what we had when we passed through those fairy countries before."
Zhu Bajie spoke, skillfully Peel and clean them, then put them on skewers and grill them, and make some soup in a big pot.
"Haha, I didn't expect that there is a demon god entrenched in this small Black Wind Ridge. You can be considered as a pest in the eight realms."
Tang Sanzian laughed and sat down together. On the big rock, he was lying on the ground casually, holding his head.
“Hey, master, the origin of this tiger demon is probably that it was released by the Immortal Sect nearby.
I know the faces of these immortal sects best. How do you say that? Respect yourself! Yes, respect yourself! "
Sun Xingzhe, who was holding the Tongtian Immortal Stick in his hand, played with the stick casually and said indifferently.
"Oh? Yeah? Can it still be like this? "
Tang Sanzian was a little surprised, and then laughed, "That's good! Eat quickly! After you finish eating, don’t make any move. I will level this Black Wind Ridge with my own hands! "
"Master, don't listen to the nonsense of senior brother. This is called strategy. There is no one in the entire continent who doesn't do this, and we can't control it. ”
Zhu Bajie flipped the skewers with one hand and stirred the soup pot with a spoon in the other hand.
These places are the private areas of the major immortal sects. Killing a true god and monster is nothing.
But if anyone really dares to make peace, then he is declaring war.
"Hey, you're right, this is called strategy." Sun Xingzhe said with a smile, walked to the soup pot and scooped out a bowl of broth.
"It's too light, too light. Put some more salt. When you passed by Zisha Country before, didn't you get some snowflake salt? Put some more quickly."
"I know, I know, this hasn't been cooked yet, you are so anxious."
After a while, the aroma of meat wafted, the four masters and disciples sat together, Zhu Bajie picked up an extra-large roasted pan Pass the string to Shawujing.
"Junior Brother Sha, here! This is big enough!"
Sha Wujing took the skewers, "Thank you, Second Brother."
"No matter how polite you are, we are all from the same family. People!" Zhu Bajie said with a grin.
When he was in charge of the imperial intelligence department, he once saw a secret file.
He, Junior Brother Sha, lived in Immortal Linglong’s Peach Garden for a long time.
Where is Pantaoyuan?
That is the forbidden land of Immortal Linglong. On weekdays, except for the Fairy Peach who can enter for one day during the ripening period of the peaches once in a hundred years, when will anyone be able to live there permanently?
Moreover, in the years when Junior Brother Sha lived in the Peach Garden, the output of flat peaches decreased a lot.
It is naturally self-evident where the few have gone.
Such a relationship is fair enough
Hiss~pop!
Suddenly, Zhu Bajie took a breath and slapped himself, while the other three were stunned. "Ah, haha! Mosquito! It's a mosquito! This useless mosquito bites me six or seven thousand times a day. It's really hateful! Can't it be worth tens of thousands? It's so angry that it should be shot to death!"
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"Hahahaha! What a fragrant meat! What a fragrant soup!"
Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter deep in the mountains, and a sword light suddenly arrived.
The sword light disappeared, revealing a middle-aged man dressed in the costume of the Changsheng Sword Sect. He had a face like a crown jewel, a beautiful beard like a god, and was extremely handsome.
There was a fairy sword on his waist, a wine gourd in his hand, and he drank a lot of wine.
"Swordsman Immortal? Why are you here? Could it be that you are the one who is going to face this difficulty? Are you going to fight me, Old Sun, for another three hundred rounds?"
Sun Xingzhe stood up and gently swung the fairy stick in his hand.
The difficult fight before was very enjoyable, and he really wanted to do it again.
"No, no, my trouble is over, who is still willing to fight with you? You know how to fight and kill all day long, but you forgot about the time when you were hung up and whipped by Emperor Zuhuangzun? "
Hun Jianxian walked towards the fire as he spoke, picked up a skewer of barbecue and ate it with great pleasure, one bite of meat and one bite of wine.
“Donor Hun, pour some of your wine for the monk, it smells like good wine!”
Tang Sanzang picked up the alms bowl given by the emperor's ancestor and stretched it out in front of Hun Sword Immortal.
"I don't have much wine! I stole it from my father."
Hun Jianxian held the wine gourd and poured wine into the alms bowl.
Tang Sanzun's eyes lit up when he heard this, who is the father of Hun Sword Immortal? That's the Black and White Sword Ancestor!
The existence of the first level under the Holy Lord! Even if he becomes a half-step Holy Master after slaying the eight realms, he will still be half a head shorter than the Black and White Sword Ancestor.
The five of them ate wine and meat, and the time soon came to noon.
Zhu Bajie patted his belly and looked at Hun Sword Immortal, "Hun Sword Immortal, you are not here just for a meal of meat, right?"
In this wilderness, he I don’t believe that Hun Sword Immortal was just passing by, let alone that Hun Sword Immortal could smell the aroma of meat in the Valley of Immortality from such a distance away.
There must be something going on!
Hun Jianxian smashed it and smashed it in his mouth, still savoring the taste of the wine. Dad, this wine is really strong!
He held up his somewhat limp body and looked at Zhu Bajie with his cheeks in his hands.
"Old Zhu, this time, I actually came here specifically to remind you."
As soon as these words came out, the four masters and disciples couldn't help but look over.
Hun Jianxian smiled and said, "You should also know that this Black Wind Ridge is the third difficulty set by our Sword Sect and Xingluo Immortal Sect."
Speaking of this, he looked up God, "Immortal Official of Recording Things! Is there any problem with this?"
Several immortal shadows appeared, but the leader was speechless.
In normal times, that would naturally not be allowed, but this time it was different. The superiors personally issued the order, making it difficult to watch the Black Wind Ridge this time.
"Okay. There are orders from above. Don't call me to wait for the Immortal Recorder until the Black Wind Ridge crisis is over."
After that, the figures of these Immortal Recorders disappeared. .
"No, Hun Sword Immortal, what on earth is going on? Is it so solemn?" Sun Xingzhe asked.
Hun Jianxian burped, "I'm here to remind you out of kindness, but don't say it's me who said it!"
"Don't worry, we will naturally keep it secret!" Sun Xingzhe said.
Hun Jianxian looked around and lowered his head slightly, "Let me tell you, the gatekeeper of Black Wind Ridge this time is Elder Qin of my Sword Sect!"
(This chapter End)