I am rich in the fairy world

Chapter 1274 Sha Bing Xuan Yao
On the side of the Western Continent facing the Yuelan Demon Realm, there was a vast ocean where usually no one was seen, but at this moment, a team of spirit ships were speeding towards them.

The spirit ship flew across the ocean and landed on a wide sandy beach. The people on it did not get off the ship but continued to fly toward the land until they landed at a high place.

"Get into formation."

As one of them gave the order, everyone started to take action, some leveling the ground, burying the formation pillars, drawing the formation patterns, and some setting up the living sacrifices.

However, this is destined to be a futile effort.

The formation was completed, but it only lit up for a moment and then disappeared.

Tried again and again, same result.

The person standing in the center of the formation was very unhappy. He turned around with a slightly hunched back and shot his sharp eyes in a certain direction.

Boom, boom, boom—his gaze was like substance, cutting off all the trees in his way and exploding them into balls.

The explosion stopped at a certain place, with a black mask and flying silver hair.

"You came a step too late. The West Pole has already been taken."

"Impossible! This place has just separated from the main world, and there is no time for the Heavenly Dao to be born."

The corners of his mouth curved in sarcasm under the black mask: "So there is a saying, man proposes, God disposes."

"It's you! You're the one who's robbing me of my good fortune, right?"

With a flash of his figure, he rushed forward, and the two figures rushed together from the ground to the sky, and then from the sky to the ground.

When they finally separated, both were injured but no one was sure who was better.

"You must go against me?"

"You shouldn't have come to the West."

After a long while, the indignant visitor said in a deep voice: "Go back."

The subordinates were surprised. Their master had come here with great determination and made so many preparations, but he gave up so easily? Who was that masked man?
"I won't be the only one here. Yan'er, you can't defend it."

The silver-haired man said calmly, "The West is not mine. You and I have a personal grudge, and I just came here to see your pitiful appearance of coming with hope and returning disappointed. If you want to take over the West, I won't stop you."

After saying that, he gracefully moved aside to make way for him.

The visitor couldn't help but hesitate for a moment, squinting his eyes to look carefully at the silver-haired man, but he didn't find anything unusual on him. Could it be that some big monster hidden in the west took advantage of this opportunity?
The group withdrew and the spirit ship quickly flew out of sight.

Little Red Fish came out from behind and looked on tiptoe: "Sir, what are they here for?"

Yan Er: “I came here to dream.”

Little Red Fish: “.”

Although she was naive, she would not believe such an answer.

Yan Er turned around and brushed his clothes: "No matter which family controls the Western Continent, it will be a bloody storm. In this case, it is better to let the foreign race take that position. At least, if the foreign race does something excessive, the Western Continent can unite and face the outside world."

Little Red Fish was confused: "Are you talking about my benefactor?"

The master raised his eyebrows: "Your benefactor is not simple. I thought she would use the power behind her to defend the West Pole, but I didn't expect..."

"My Lord, what did you not expect?"

The adult met the little red fish's clear and inquiring eyes, laughed, and shook his head: "You don't need to know this. Let's go, you should go practice."

The little red fish was disappointed for a second and couldn't help looking towards the sea. It really wanted to go out and play.

Hu Qing returned to Wuding. The transmission channel leading to the treasure lotus had been built but not yet opened. She stood on it and reached the inside of the treasure lotus in a flash. This speed was several times faster than the transmission between realms.

Construction was also going on inside Baolian. Master Shang and Hu Zhuo, along with a large group of people, were running around looking at blueprints and were so engrossed in their work that they didn't notice her.

Hu Qing looked for a while, found Fan Lao, and gave him two space maps.

Fan Lao: "What position did you choose, Xiao Lijie?"

Hu Qing: "It's not the Xiaoli Realm, it's the Canyon Realm and the Western Continent."

Fan Lao took a moment to react and then remembered where the Western Continent was. He was a little worried: "Yue Lan's demons are not so easy to talk to." Hu Qing smiled: "The Western Continent has separated from Yue Lan, and I don't know why. Anyway, I am in charge of that area now."

Hosting?

Fan Lao looked at her red clothes without saying a word.

Hu Qing: "Is there something wrong?"

Fan Lao: "You are finally connected to the demon race."

Hu Qing frowned: "Master, let's not talk about those far away. My son Hu Huahua and the nine clans of our family are all demons."

Fan Lao: "How can we be the same as one another?"

He shook his head, holding the space map in his hand, and thought to himself, I'm afraid that what's coming is a disaster.

Hu Qing said a few words and then returned to Wuding to visit Su Shan underground. Su Shan was still in meditation, so she accompanied him for a while, and then she went to Wending to see Xuan Yao.

It turned out that the place where the tribulation was to be overcome was still frozen. The ice blade pointing outward automatically opened a passage when Hu Qing approached. Hu Qing walked in the ice path, and the ice wall behind her closed with her footsteps.

When I came out, I suddenly saw many of myself standing on the ice.

She was not so narcissistic as to think that the Ice Demon liked her. After passing through these ice sculptures, Hu Qing found the Ice Demon. He was still carving, and the sculpture was still Hu Qing.

Hu Qing didn't understand his performance art.

The Ice Demon looked at her and said, "Let me see if I can create a puppet of you."

Hu Qing became interested: "How?"

how is it?

The Ice Demon turned around and cut a vertical section of the nearest "Hu Qing" so that she could see the structure inside.

“It’s exactly the same as a real human body, right?”

".Exactly the same."

A human body slice, and it’s still yourself, what a weird feeling.

Ice Demon: "Put your spiritual consciousness on it and see what happens."

Hu Qing touched the ice sculpture. This was the ice from the Ice Demon, and it was very solid.

A ray of spiritual consciousness was invested in a perfect ice sculpture, and the spiritual consciousness was used to control the ice sculpture to move. The ice sculpture moved, but it was only the extent of mechanical movement. It was not as good as the wooden puppet she made.

To be honest: "You are an artist in sculpture, but mechanical engineering is not your strong point."

The Ice Demon was not angry: "Then give me your mechanical art."

Hu Qing: "."

He is neither her father nor her son, so why is he so self-righteous?

The Ice Demon copied the mechanical art into the ball of light and couldn't let it go. He waved his sleeves and said, "Go and see your son."

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang—so many ice sculptures of herself exploded into pieces in front of her eyes. Several heads rolled to her feet.

"."

Want to bite someone!
Taking a deep breath, she angrily stomped her own head to pieces, then crushed her intact arms and legs all the way to Xuan Yao.

Xuan Yao had grown fully grown, and was standing naked in a pile of ice, with his head held high and his chest puffed out, his eyes tightly closed. Hu Qing probed him, and he had not yet regained consciousness.

I stared at the black lines on his body and felt worried. What should I do if he is disfigured?

Xuan Yao's skin was white, which made the black lines look even darker. The thunder was not a human being, and the whole thing was going to grow on Xuan Yao. The black lightning lines as thick as a finger grew from behind Xuan Yao's left ear, branched out at the lower jaw, and branched out in front and behind the neck, chest, back, waist... There should be some below the head. The ice was opaque, but at least it saved Xuan Yao's dignity.

Hu Qing was wondering if these tattoos could be removed, so he grabbed Xuan Yao's shoulder. His hands felt loose and soft, so he grabbed a handful directly.

Hu Qing was so scared that he held his hand up and dared not move. It took him three full seconds to calm down. He carefully filled the space back in and aligned it with the tattoo.

This is not Xuan Yao, it's clearly a smoothie!