Chapter 507 Purple Thunder Madman
The woman who was called the second sister-in-law was stunned and watched the spiritual energy from the surrounding world swarming towards the turtle's back.
But the horned pheasant boy who was pushed down by her, took off his shorts, and spanked her was quicker to react.
"Mom, run!"
"You said that Uncle Wu understands the way of nature and is about to break through!"
"Let's go, let's go..."
The second sister-in-law came to her senses and nodded hurriedly.
"Good boy, you were right to remind me..."
She didn't even bother to spank the child. She didn't even lift up the kid's shorts, and ran away with him. I got off the turtle's back and landed on the flat ground in the distance.
The long voice of the little baby remained in the air.
"Mom...you said that Uncle Wu can break through, do you have to thank me for peeing?"
"I don't pee, you don't beat me, you don't beat me, how could he break through today... "
Pa bang bang...
"I will thank you now and reward you with fried pork with bamboo shoots!"
The second sister-in-law is Sister Hong, and the one who was taken off is She had taken off her shorts, and now it was she and Wang Hu's naughty son Wang Zikuan whose butt was spanked red.
Eight years have passed, and this child is at the age when people dislike dogs and don't like them.
Not to mention the fact that mother and son are of the same mind and compete with each other for the flesh of their palms and buttocks.
Gui Baozhu attracts the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth for several miles, causing a strange phenomenon, and the clouds in the sky rotate rapidly like a whirlpool.
In the city below, many casual cultivators from various places have taken off to observe.
Elder Tiegong has been managing Zhongxiang Island for eight years, and he is selfless. He treats the Lan family members and other disciples from casual cultivators equally, and he is also very concerned about the management of the city.
Zhongxiang Island is more prosperous than before, so there are more casual cultivators in the city. Now there are about five or six hundred cultivators in the sky, a large mass of heads.
Everyone gathered together. This place was far away from Zhongxiang Peak. They dared to speak boldly, as long as they did not say it to the faces of the Zhongxiang Daofang City guards.
"Look, there must be someone on Zhongxiang Peak who is about to break through again."
"Oh, maybe this island is a geomantic treasure."
"Stupid I have seen this monk breaking through the realm many times over the past few years!”
"No, the three sworn brothers Wang, Zhang and Shu have been building foundations for many years. Later, I heard that two mortals who had transferred their immortal roots have also reached the advanced stage of Qi training."
"So we talk about cultivating wealth. The couple is... indispensable!"
"Why don't we have a good thigh to hold on to? No sect would be willing to let Qi practitioners enter the spiritual veins to practice, right?" br>
“When it comes to the thigh, the island is the largest leg. Is the owner of the island still in seclusion? He has been in seclusion for eight years. Could it be an attack on the Nascent Soul?”
“No. Maybe, I heard that Patriarch Lu achieved the Golden Elixir only for more than 20 years, how could he attack Nascent Soul?"
Everyone was talking a lot.
Suddenly a casual cultivator poured cold water on me in a low voice.
"Everyone, I don't know how long this island can maintain its prosperity..."
"Shut up, why are you saying such depressing words? Bah, bah, bah, it's too unlucky!"
"That's right, Liu Mazi, don't you also want to eat from Fangshi? Why are you still holding a bowl and smashing the pot?"
"Alas, everyone, you have misunderstood. I am not cursing this Zhongxiang Island. There is more money and less management here. I hope it gets better and better."
"It's just that I'm well-informed, brother. Recently, I'm afraid Bilangjun is making some moves. I heard that since he defeated the Demon King Shefeng eight years ago, he has found a few passing golden elixirs."
"Either he doesn't like it. Either the wife is not interested in them, or they are not interested in them, so this matter has been delayed.”
“Mazi, why does it sound like the ancestor of Bilangjun wants to pack up his property and his wife and give it away. What?”
“Don’t interrupt, but now there is news that I recently met a Nascent Soul Daxiu—both of them are very satisfied with each other.”
"Hiss... don't scare me. Can Yuanying Daxiu take a fancy to our remote sea area?"
"The spiritual veins on the island are not enough for his cultivation!"
"That's what I do I don’t know, anyway, I’ve told you the news, believe it or not, it’s up to you...”
The cultivators in Fang City took the opportunity to exchange information while watching the strange sights in the sky and talking in low voices.
On Zhongxiang Peak.
After Gui Baozhu called her second sister-in-law, she closed her eyes and remained silent.
But I saw that his turtle body was glowing, but his body shape shrank again and again, from the original length of more than ten feet to the size of about ten feet in diameter.
The spiritual energy from the surrounding world poured down like a pillar, and Bagua runes appeared on the back of Gui Baozhu, spinning around in circles, absorbing all the spiritual energy in the air into his body.
Several monks flew out of the tower early to protect him.
The first person was none other than Elder Tiegong, who was wearing an eight-legged wooden spider armor puppet.
This puppet, which is at the level of a top-grade spiritual weapon, also uses some Nascent Soul Realm auxiliary materials, so the armor looks very thin, with smooth curves and a beautiful slim fit.
Elder Tiegong was wearing armor. Because it was not time for fighting, the helmet spread out and turned into a shawl behind his neck.
When he first came to the island, he looked old and decrepit and looked like he was about to die. Now he has refined the Jing Shen Shui, replenished and restored his consciousness, and then he is inseparable from the eight-legged wooden spider.
Now he looks like a middle-aged Taoist with shiny black hair and rosy complexion. His eyes are bright and energetic.
It is said that he sits, lies, walks, sleeps and bathes all within this eight-legged wooden spider. With this puppet, he can exert the power of the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment.
If Elder Tiegong encounters an unexpected encounter in the future and his consciousness surges, he can truly mobilize the power of the demon elixir and reach the upper limit of the golden elixir level of the eight-legged wooden spider.
Following them were Wang Hu, Zhang Cunyi, and Shu Chitu. They were also puppets in armor, but in different styles.
Three pairs of armors were floating behind them, and a chain of light floated from the vest behind each person, connected to the armor.
Wang Hu is a yellow tiger head puppet armor, which can switch between human form and tiger form during combat.
Zhang Cunyi is wearing a red fire python armor. There is a circle of light wrapped around the red python behind the armor. When fighting, the fire pythons shoot out in groups, which is the most sharp.
As for Shu Chitu, he is a brown ground-burrowing pangolin armor. The armor is equipped with two sharp gun drills. In addition, his earth escape is naturally at home underground.
The armors of these three people were naturally made by Lu Ye before they went into seclusion. The main reason was that Wang Hu looked at the beautiful armor of Elder Tiegong and clamored to get one for himself.
Anyway, one good thing about the external puppet technique is that it does not affect the monk's own cultivation. It is only equivalent to a spiritual weapon that can automatically provide mana support, which can greatly improve the combat ability.
Lu Ye then satisfied their wishes and made three more armored puppets, which just strengthened the strength of the cultivators on the island and prevented anyone from causing trouble while he was in seclusion.
Behind the three people were Lan Wutong, Fan Buju, Zhang Biao and Pan Furong.
Fan Buju was also proficient in flying into the air, and large rune marks appeared on his face. It was obvious that he had fully mastered the three-body spiritual root method and was on the right path of cultivating immortality.
He and Zhang Biao stood side by side in the air. The two had been playmates since childhood and grew up together. Naturally, they were most familiar and intimate.
Fellow cultivator Lan Wu has improved again. He is dressed in Taoist robes, and his aura is less disturbed by the trivial matters on the island, and already has a lot of ethereal aura.
Pan Furong looked worriedly at Gui Baozhu, then turned to look at the tall tower enclosed by green plants, worried in her heart - what about the one in my house?
Before retreating, I told myself that I would wait for eight years and that I would be able to successfully attack Yuanying after I came out of retreat.
Now eight years have passed, why haven't people come out yet?
It doesn’t matter whether you become a Nascent Soul or not, but you must come out safely.
The focus on the court now is Gui Baozhu.
But I saw that he kept absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Finally, the tortoise shell shone like a light mirror, and the Bagua runes on it shone brighter and brighter.
Finally, after swallowing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for half an hour, the strange image in the sky dissipated.
Gui Baozhu's monster body has shrunk to the size of an ordinary monster turtle.
Everyone can see clearly that the cross scars on the turtle shell have been smoothed away and restored to the original state.
"Hahaha..."
The man holding the pillar stood up, turned back to his human form, shook his whole body, and let out a long breath.
“Comfortable...”
Miss Hong in the air was carrying Wang Zikuan, and the child said with regret.
"Mom, look, the cross groove on Uncle Wu's back has been filled in..." he said with a frustrated look.
"What a pity. I planted many flowers and plants in it and watered them every day, but they are all gone..."
Sister Hong did not think carefully about how Wang Zikuan climbed up with bare hands. Water the flowers and plants, otherwise Wang Zikuan will get another beating.
She and everyone went up to him and congratulated Gui Baozhu together on the fact that he had succeeded in breaking through the Small Realm and was now in the Golden Elixir Great Perfection Realm.
Lu Ye gave him a few petals of the Emperor's Odor Flower at the beginning, which were gods-level artifacts, but they worked after all.
Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to achieve the Golden Elixir Dzogchen in such a short period of time.
Everyone is happy, Shu Chitu has a magical sense of smell, and his nose is very clever - Hey, why is the fifth brother so arrogant?
He didn't have time to think about it, and his heart was burning. He took in the Emperor's Liquid Flower as much as Gui Baozhu. Now he has cultivated a lot faster than Wang Hu and Zhang Cunyi, and he has reached the late stage of foundation building. .
It seems that we need to step up our practice and achieve the golden elixir as soon as possible. Gui Baozhu was exposed to the wind and sun this time and realized the way of nature. He slept in bed for three years. Now that he woke up and achieved a breakthrough, he naturally smiled so hard that he could not close his mouth and accepted everyone's thanks calmly.
He looked at Wang Zikuan and reached out to touch it.
"This is Kuan'er, he has grown so tall in a few years."
"I used to be so small. When I was a child, he would like to pee when I hug him."
< br>“Now that I’m older, I don’t dare to mark things everywhere.”
Wang Zikuan smiled and nodded, feeling regretfully that there was one less place to have fun.
Elder Tiegong immediately ordered his disciples to prepare a banquet to celebrate his return.
Gui Baozhu also swam into the sea first, washed himself, and then came ashore again.
A few people gathered together and first talked about Lu Ye, who was in seclusion. Everyone hoped that the elder brother would be safe and come out of seclusion as soon as possible. Then the topic changed to talk about the changes in the sea area in the past few years.
Elder Tiegong was responsible for external affairs and frowned.
"The older Bilangjun becomes, the more he becomes a monster."
"I can't live a good life after marrying a new wife, but I have been very enthusiastic about finding a successor island owner for myself, causing a lot of trouble."
"Now I heard that I have met a Nascent Soul cultivator. It is said that he is still related to the Demon King She Feng from before."
"I'm afraid it will be troublesome in the future."
Return to the embrace Zhu smiled.
"Are we still worried about trouble?"
"As long as we guard the door tightly and have a defensive formation, even Nascent Soul Overhaul will not be able to attack."
"We will wait until the big brother comes out. It’s not a problem to worry about natural defecation.”
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Bilang Island.
There was also a banquet going on at this moment, with the sound of silk and bamboo, and the performances of singers and dancers.
However, there was a faint smell of blood in the banquet.
Listen carefully, the strings and strings of the silk and bamboo drums are a little out of order, and the singing and dancing are not on the beat.
On both sides are several old friends, Jin Dan, who are frequent visitors to Bilangjun Island.
There was the Iron Shrimp King, the Black Mountain Venerable, and the Fire Cloud Master. The latter two looked ugly, lowered their heads, and their bodies were trembling slightly.
The Iron-armored Shrimp King stood up and bowed to the ground, and some servile servants frequently raised their wine to toast the chief monk.
The person on the high platform in the middle is not the Lord of Bilang Island, the veteran Bilangjiao who is famous in the East China Sea because of wearing a hat.
It was a strange, bald, middle-aged monk in black robes who had red hair, red eyebrows and a red beard. Sitting on his lap was Bi Langjun's new favorite lady in recent years, the Red Sleeve Lady.
Now, Mrs. Hongxiu is nestled in the arms of the black-robed monk, meekly passing wine or picking up food. If you look closely, you can see that her hands are shaking.
My face was flushed, but I was ashamed and afraid.
Under the high platform, a corpse was lying there separated and dead, with eyes wide open and unblinking. He was wearing a big red robe, his hair was dyed black, and his face was full of wrinkles.
But it was Bilangjun, the Lord of Bilang Island, who died on his own territory. One of his hands was still holding the array plate tightly, but it was burned by the flames and even the array plate was burned to pieces. .
There is a circle of black flames on the corpse, which is trapping the ghost of Lord Bilang inside.
The ghost of Bilangjun was so angry that he jumped on his feet and cursed, but he was isolated by the circle of flames and no sound could be heard.
Mrs. Hongxiu glanced over and met those pair of hateful fish eyes. She almost jumped up with a scream.
The black-robed monk hugged her and with a flick of his hand, a black flame flew out and burned Lord Bilang's head to ashes.
He smiled and said to Mrs. Red Sleeves.
"Don't be afraid, madam, you will be my Taoist companion from now on, and even the foundation of this island belongs to my red-haired master."
"This is what your husband Bilangjun said himself. , I am willing to entrust you to me at the end of the day, right? Everyone here can witness..."
The Iron Shrimp King immediately nodded and bowed.
"What the senior said is absolutely true. We can all testify that this is Bilangjun's original intention."
"He intends to entrust his inheritance and his wife to the senior."
"Today is his deadline. We have arrived, this Bilang Island and Madam Hongxiu belong to Senior Chi-haired.”
After hearing this, Venerable Black Mountain and Master Huo Yun cursed the Iron Shrimp King in their hearts for being shameless, and they lowered their heads and remained silent. .
How unjust is Mr. Bilang?
He intended to find a friend to entrust his inheritance before the deadline, but he didn't want to give his wife to him as well.
Also, Bilangjun could have lived for decades.
If this red-haired master suddenly made a move, how could he die today?
It’s better now.
After the person died, Jiye and his wife really benefited others in vain.
But Bi Langjun never imagined that the person who killed him would be the person he entrusted.
This is like I am just willing to give you something, but before I give it to you, you can't wait any longer and just kill me and run away.
Is this polite?
Master Black Mountain and Master Huoyun lamented in their hearts.
Bi Langjun is so unwise!
Can’t this inheritance and my wife be entrusted to us? I guarantee you'll die a good death.
In the end, he was persuaded by the Iron Shrimp King to catch up with the red-haired master whose origin he didn't know, and he lost his life in vain.
"Huh? You two have different opinions?" The red-haired master was very satisfied with the attitude of the Iron-Armored Shrimp King, but of course he was dissatisfied with the two men who acted like sullen gourds.
Venerable Black Mountain and Master Huoyun were frightened.
This is a major repair of the Nascent Soul, and it doesn’t take much effort to kill the golden elixir.
The two hurriedly shook their heads like rattles.
"Senior has clearly learned that Bilangjun's wish was originally like this."
"Now that he is dead, the island and his wife should naturally belong to senior. After getting what he wanted, he can die in peace. ”
The red-haired master laughed.
“Well said!”
With a flick of his finger, another black flame flew out, directly burning out the ghost of Lord Bilang trapped in the ring of fire.
In this way, Lord Bilang fell completely, died of stupidity, and led the wolf into the house.
The red-haired master patted the red-sleeved lady’s buttocks.
"Madam, go down, wash up, and don't let me down tonight."
"Let all those kabukis retreat, we have to talk in secret."
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Mrs. Hongxiu nodded hurriedly, jumped off the main seat like a frightened rabbit, and ran out of the hall with a group of kabuki actors in a panic.
No one cared about the corpse of Lord Bilang lying on the throne.
Seeing that there was no one else in the hall, the red-haired master waved his sleeves, and a lightning barrier immediately separated the inside and outside of the hall.
As soon as he wiped his face, his hair, eyebrows and beard turned into lavender color. He smiled and looked at several golden elixirs.
“Everyone, let’s get to know each other again.”
"My name is Purple Thunder Kuangshi..."
Buzz...
The Venerable Black Mountain and Master Huoyun were dizzy after hearing this, and their legs were weak from fear.
Purple Thunder Madman, currently ranked as the eleventh calamity cultivator among the thirty-six thieves, the last eleventh calamity cultivator who died was a two-winged snake who was skinned in public on Pagoda Island.
No wonder this monk was so ruthless and killed Bilangjun directly.
Venerable Black Mountain and Venerable Huo Yun were complaining... They had offended the God of Death!
Where did the Iron Shrimp King find such a monster?
The Purple Thunder Madman seemed satisfied with the fearful expressions of the two. He waved his hand and a mask flew out of the storage ring and put it on his face.
The carved pattern of a golden dragon on the top is vivid, as if it is wandering.
“Little friends,” Purple Thunder Maniac took off his mask and smiled, “Have you ever heard of the Dragon Seizing Alliance?”
"This is our way, and we sincerely invite you to join the alliance! Let's work together to achieve great things!"
(End of this chapter)