The jade plaque in his sleeve kept vibrating.
After solving the problems at hand, Jiang Sheng took out his true jade plaque and said, "Fellow Taoist Mingdong, why are you so anxious?"
After discovering that Jiang Sheng was fine, Ning Chuan breathed a sigh of relief: " Fellow Daoist Lingyuan has escaped?”
“Don’t worry, I have sent someone to pick you up.”
Ning Chuan still has confidence in Jiang Sheng, no matter what. Penglai True Legend cannot defeat a few transformed gods, but it is no problem to escape if you want.
Now that Jiang Sheng is safe and sound, it also confirms Ning Chuan's conjecture.
When Ning Chuan finished speaking, Jiang Sheng said calmly: "Those people blocking the road, Pindao, have been killed."
"Don't worry, fellow Taoist Mingdong, Pindao will go and deal with them first." Wanghai City is surrounded, and then I will come to find my Taoist friends."
After saying this, Jiang Sheng put away the jade plaque and turned into a rainbow.
In Haojing, Ning Chuan looked blankly at the jade token in his hand.
What did Lingyuan say?
He killed the people who blocked his way?
Could it be possible that he killed several deities of the Shui Tribe?
Ning Chuan has been busy running around in these years. Things on the Southern Continent are not enough for him to worry about. He has no time to pay attention to things on the Eastern Continent.
Ning Chuan knew even less about Lingyuan, the true successor of Penglai, and part of it was learned from Lingyu.
Ning Chuan obviously didn't know that his news had been delayed for too long.
At this time, Wanghai City has reached a critical moment of life and death.
The wind howled, the lightning flashed and the thunder roared.
During the violent storm, the turbulent water waves surged towards the wall of Wanghai City one after another.
The city defense formation of Wanghai City has long been broken as the spiritual stones have dried up. The stormy waves are constantly beating against the walls of Wanghai City, splashing water waves into the sky. The demon soldiers take the opportunity to jump on the city wall and fight with the monks.
In the wind and rain, dense water arrows fell overwhelmingly, splashing a large amount of blood mist on the city wall in an instant.
Faced with the aquatic monster soldiers coming from all directions, the monks in Wanghai City have exhausted their last pill and spiritual stone, and are now struggling desperately with their last mana.
Peng Zhen has been standing on the top of Wanghai City. At this time, he has a broken arm and a blood hole in his abdomen. Jin Dan’s true fire has healed in the misty wind and rain. The hair is weak.
At this time, the several golden elixir demon generals in front of him were already ready to move, their glowing eyes full of greed.
A dying golden elixir master is undoubtedly a great tonic for them.
You Ziqiang used his magical power to sacrifice to refine a thin blazing dragon. Peng Zhen's face was pale, but his expression was extremely determined.
Compared to him, his father is in a more dangerous situation.
Outside Wanghai City, above the surging waves, in the clouds that filled the sky, three ferocious figures were looming in the wind and rain.
Accompanied by lightning and thunder, the body of the ten thousand-foot-long dragon stirred up wind and rain from time to time. Among the entanglements of the three dragons, a human figure of about seven feet was holding on.
The human figure activated the fire to form a barrier, blocking the wind and rain from the three dragons.
Thousands of blazing white thunderbolts were continuously spit out from the dragon's mouth and hit the thin barrier. Faced with the siege of three divine transformation dragons, Peng Yue always held on.
Peng Yue's spiritual treasure had long been shattered by the attack of three dragons, and his true soul had also been traumatized. However, Peng Yue still had the final power to fight back, which was to detonate his own soul.
Use the self-destruction of the monk in the realm of transformation to die with these three reptiles!
But Jiao Xing had already guarded against Peng Yue's self-destruction.
Of these human monks, some are as docile as rabbits, allowing themselves to be bullied and not daring to fight back, while others are extremely strong-willed and would rather die than surrender, but no matter which type they are, they will self-destruct if pressed.
Therefore, Jiao Xing will not approach Peng Yue at all. The power of three dragons is enough to consume Peng Yue to death!
"Peng Yue, you have no hope."
"Is it possible that you still hope that the Zhou Dynasty will send someone to rescue you?"
"In this coastal land , the spirit-transforming demon king we ambush is far beyond your imagination. If we capture him quickly, we can save the human race in Wanghai City from suffering.”
Jiao Xing’s voice reached Wanghai City, deafening like muffled thunder.
He didn't care whether Peng Yue would surrender, nor would he let him go just because Peng Yue surrendered.
Jiao Xing just wants to shake Peng Yue's mind and shake the will of the human monks who are fighting to the death in Wanghai City, so that they can hold on to a glimmer of hope and not explode themselves.
Seeing that Peng Yue was silent, Jiao Xing rolled his eyes and looked at Wanghai City again.
At this time, Peng Zhen had been forced to death by several demon generals. Jiao Xing sneered: "Peng Yue, your last son is going to die here. Why don't you surrender?"
Peng Yue suppressed the anger in his heart and did not speak, forcing himself to wait for that illusory opportunity.
Peng Zhen's roar spread into the air. As the fifth son of Peng Yue and a direct descendant of the Peng family, Peng Zhen, the once high-spirited Jindan master, was now in a state of embarrassment, surrounded by the demon generals of the water tribe.
These shrimp soldiers and crab generals looked greedy, looking at Peng Zhen with salivation, ready to eat him.
Peng Yue has blocked his five senses and no longer pays attention to external things. He does not want to feel that his last son died in front of him.
However, at this moment, a thunder flashed.
Crack!
Blue-purple thunder suddenly descended, and the lightning surged across the sky and landed accurately on the top of Wanghai City.
In an instant, a demon general turned into ashes without even wailing.
Peng Zhen looked at the thunder falling all around him in amazement, and a glimmer of unrealistic hope arose in his heart. Could it be that the Zhou Dynasty had given up on them, and someone else rushed into the siege to rescue them? them?
“Who?!”
Jiao Xing looked up angrily, suddenly glazed over.
But during the violent wind and rain, the layers of clouds that were stacked on Wanghai City like mountains were torn apart. Amidst the lightning and thunder, a three-thousand-foot-tall god with a body wrapped in wind and thunder came striding forward with his feet on water and fire.
Jiang Sheng didn't waste any words. When he raised his hand, the vitality and inspiration from the sky swarmed in, turning into the breath of thunder essence in the hands of Yuchen Tianjun.
In the next breath, Renshui True Thunder, Binghuo True Thunder, and Wutu True Thunder continued to fall, and the dense thunder spread to Wanghai City like a thunder and lightning forest hanging upside down in the sky.
The brilliant thunder surged, and the three-color true thunder spread over Wanghai City, turning all the demon soldiers and generals who surged up the city wall into ashes.
Dharma!
This is the power of Dharma.
In today's world where the three realms do not appear in the world, Faxiang Zhenren is a well-deserved immortal god.
“Run!”
“Run quickly, the human Dharma is coming!”
A demon general with a golden elixir realm and a Yuanying realm looked horrified. They all scattered and fled.
Looking at the receding tide, an iron lock engraved with the red flame dragon pattern appeared in Yuchen Tianjun's hand.
The next breath, accompanied by the roar of the fire dragon, the Flame Dragon Lock transformed into three Lihuo True Dragons and rushed towards three sides of Wanghai City, spewing out hot dragon flames to clean up the retreating demon soldiers and generals.
But Yuchen Tianjun himself is going straight to the south. Compared with these demon soldiers and generals, the three dragons are the key.
Seeing the Dharma form wrapped in wind and thunder, stepping on water and fire, and carrying thousands of fresh air and clouds, Jiao Xing felt the brilliant power of heaven coming towards him for a moment.
“Let’s go!”
Jiao Xing's eyes were about to burst and he turned around to run away.
Peng Yue looked at the approaching Tianjun Dharma in astonishment. For a moment, complex emotions surged into his heart but he didn't know what to say. There was no joy, just a mouthful of bitterness.
This is not the Dharma of the Zhou Dynasty, nor is it the Dharma of the Tianhe Dao Sect.
Jiang Sheng looked at the three fleeing South China Sea dragons and slowly raised his arms.
For a moment, the wind and thunder stirred, and the water and fire surged. The wind, thunder, water and fire spread to the arms of Yuchen Tianjun, turning into the color of chaos and evolving into thousands of streams of light.
Yiqi·Heaven and Earth Qianyuan Palm was activated by Jiang Sheng again.
This magical power and technique from "Qianyuan Dejing Daojun Shuo Likan Water and Fire Sutra" evolved into another scene in Jiang Sheng's hands.
At this time, this is no longer the Heaven and Earth Qianyuan Palm of Dejing Daojun, but the Four Symbols Green Lotus Palm that belongs exclusively to Jiang Sheng.
The giant cyan palm was covered with hazy brilliance of chaos, and the giant palm of a hundred thousand feet covered the sky and the sun and came across it, as if an insurmountable chasm always shrouded Jiao Xing's head.
Jiao Xing galloped for hundreds of thousands of miles without escaping from the cyan giant palm.
Jiang Sheng allowed the three South China Sea dragons to flee and followed behind them without any delay.
Seeing that a dragon was planning to take the opportunity to rob the living beings, Yuchen Tianjun immediately took out a jade seal.
The Judicial Heavenly Lord's Seal rolled over and turned into a hundred thousand feet in size, and immediately pressed across it. In an instant, it suppressed the dragon in the water waves, and within a moment, the dragon's blood spilled out.
A dragon in the realm of divine transformation died just like that.
Jiao Xing and the other dragon didn't dare to stop when they saw this, they tried their best to ignite all their magic power and ran away into the distance.
However, within a few breaths, Yuchen Tianjun fired three-color true thunder from the air.
The Renshui True Thunder, the Binghuo True Thunder, and the Wutu True Thunder turned into a ball of three-color surging lightning, which surged away in an instant.
Another dragon was shrouded in the thunder pool transformed by the three-color true thunder and let out a mournful wail. Within a few breaths, the dragon's body was scorched black and its scales exploded, and it fell into the water helplessly.
Jiao Xing felt horrified at this moment, and the scales all over his body were standing on end. In just a short time, the two compatriots died.
And they died so easily, as if they were two earthworms being crushed to death.
The power of Master Fa Xiang to suppress ordinary gods made Jiao Xing feel as if there was a bottomless chasm in front of him, which was an insurmountable despair.
Looking at the Dharma image that was still chasing behind him, Jiao Xing ignited the demon blood, stirred up layers of clouds, and rushed into the distance with the movie thunder.
On the coastal land, countless creatures felt a terrifying aura like an abyss and a prison passing above their heads. Looking up, they could only see the once majestic and powerful South China Sea dragons escaping towards the South China Sea.
Behind the dragon in the South China Sea, a Dharma-Xiang Tianjun followed him like a shadow, making it impossible for him to break free.
Jiao Xing didn't know why the Dharma Master behind him didn't take action, but he knew that as long as he escaped into the South China Sea, he would have a chance of survival.
Prince Zhaoming is now at the edge of the South China Sea.
Finally, after crossing hundreds of thousands of miles, Jiao Xing saw the edge of the South China Sea.
At that turbulent sea line, you can see the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, and the powerful Fajia on that side.
The wind and rain are coming, the waves are turbulent, and the shrimps, soldiers and crabs can’t see the end at a glance.
Surrounded by various aquatic gods, a fire-flowing master was suspended in silence.
On top of Fa Jia is the master of the Sixth Hall of the South China Sea, Prince Zhaoming, wearing a red dragon crown and a five-dragon suit.
Jiao Xing immediately felt hope when he saw Prince Zhaoming's Dajia: "Prince Zhaoming, save me!"
"Prince save me!"
Jiao Xing's cry spread. After traveling tens of thousands of miles, it was like rolling thunder sweeping across all directions.
However, in the next breath, Jiang Sheng gently dropped his palm.
Jade Chen Tianjun lowered his palm at the same time, and the giant cyan palm that had been hanging high above Jiao Xing's head was slapped down.
Boom!
Thunder surged, fire grew, and the giant green palm fell like a mountain, knocking the dragon directly down into the sky.
Shrill wails continued to sound, but the ten thousand-foot-long dragon was seen struggling and twisting, its whole body cracked, its flesh and blood split open, countless scales broke and fell into the water, and at the same time, the dragon's blood was sprinkled like rain.
As soon as the blood and scales of the divine-transformation dragon enter the water, countless aquatic tribes rush to grab them.
However, in the next breath, Jiao Xing wailed and struggled, and finally fell into the water, splashing thousands of waves.
As the giant dragon's body fell into the water, mud suddenly surged and rolled at the junction of the coastal land and the South China Sea, and the water became turbid in an instant.
Jade Chen Tianjun stands in the sky above the coastal land, with his feet on water and fire, and his body wrapped in wind and thunder. His light blue fairy eyes are indifferent, like an immortal who is neither sad nor happy, looking down at the Fajia above the South China Sea. He ignored the Jiao Xing who was suppressed at his feet.
Looking at the Jiao Xing who was suppressed at the junction, I don’t know how many demon kings of the water tribe had the intention of retreating.
The human Dharma appears.
Prince Zhaoming’s expression remained unchanged as he looked at the Dharma image standing at the junction.
Jiang Sheng snorted coldly, fished out Jiao Xing's scarred dragon body from the turbid water, then turned around and walked away.
Looking at Jiang Sheng's retreating figure, Prince Zhaoming motioned for Fa to return to the palace, without uttering a word from beginning to end.
In Wanghai City, the monks ignited their hopes and began to fight back continuously. The Nanhai Tribe retreated again and again, and the black tide kept rolling back. Before the monks could continue their pursuit of victory, there was a sudden wind in the sky. A sob came.
Everyone looked up and saw a bloody dragon corpse falling down.
The dragon's body slumped down weakly and fell straight into the water, causing a turbulent wave.
Immediately afterwards, another dragon, whose body was charred and black as if it was overripe, was thrown down.
Water waves soared into the sky again.
After two consecutive dragons fell, under the watchful eyes of the monks and people of Wanghai City, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed.
The wind has stopped and the rain has stopped, the sky is clear and the air is clear.
The dark clouds that had shrouded Wanghai City for several years cleared away, revealing the scorching sun above the sky.
The big sun cast thousands of golden lights, and a Taoist with a green crown and black robe came riding on a bull.
The Taoist holds an iron lock in his hand. The thin iron lock stretches for thousands of miles, and at the end is a dragon tied up like a rice dumpling.
Looking at the figure of the bull rider in the sky, the city burst into deafening cheers after a moment of silence.
The cheers soared into the sky, as if they were trying to clear away the gloom that had lingered over Wanghai City for several years.
Peng Yueqiang stepped forward and saluted: "Thank you so much, Master, for saving thousands of lives in Wanghai City from fire and water. Yue, I am deeply grateful."
"Wanghai City will build a golden body for Master and worship it day and night. , has been praised for thousands of years.”
Jiang Sheng’s face was as gentle as the spring breeze melting the snow, no longer as cold as before: “You are the one who saves thousands of people in Wanghai City from water and fire, not me.”
"A poor Taoist does not seek a golden body, nor does he need to worship in Wanghai City day and night."
"The Nanhai Tribe has retreated, and Wanghai City is temporarily safe. I believe the Zhou Dynasty will send reinforcements again soon."
After speaking, Jiang Sheng patted the green bull, and the green bull turned around and headed east. .
Peng Yue looked at Jiang Sheng's retreating figure and shouted quickly: "Dare you ask the real person's name?"
The green cow was carrying the Taoist and gradually moved away, and a clear voice came from afar.
"Penglai, Lingyuan." (End of this chapter)