Fairy

Wang Xian flew to the edge of Yuanling, and flew into Yuanling with a group of monks.

"I didn't expect Yuanling to let these monks enter Yuanling casually. It's incredible." Wang Xian followed the monks to a palace.

The palace is very large and can accommodate thousands of monks at the same time. Futons are placed in the hall. At this moment, some monks in the hall are already sitting there.

Wang Xian sat cross-legged on a futon in a corner, his consciousness swept away, and he was extremely shocked.

It can be said that there are masters gathered in the hall, the three avatars of the ancestors of the royal family sat cross-legged in the hall, the two avatars of the ancestors of the lotus demon sat cross-legged in the hall, and the two avatars of the old monsters of the Xuanhuang Sect sat cross-legged. Sitting in the hall, old man Wang Mingyuan's two avatars sat cross-legged in the hall, and Chashui's three avatars sat cross-legged in the hall. The emperor, the powerhouses of the Yuan family, and the powerhouses of the Five Elements Sect all gathered in the hall.

"It seems that these strong men are going to fight Shi Jiuyou!" Wang Xian snickered in his heart. All this was the result of his transformation into Shi Jiuyou. The clone of the old monster was sealed in the big palace, which shocked the cultivation world of the Yuan Kingdom and angered all the monks.

"Fellow Daoist!" A young monk with sharp edges and sharp faces beside Wang Xian accosted Wang Xian.

Wang Xian woke up from his contemplation, raised his eyes, and saw Xu Jiangang and Saintess Xia Miling from the Xiaoyao Sword School.

"What's the matter, Fellow Daoist Xu?" Wang Xian asked in a low voice.

Xu Jiangang lowered his voice and said: "Seeing fellow Daoist Mian Shan, I just want to get acquainted, one more friend and one more way. I am Xu Jiangang from the Xiaoyao Sword School of the Han Dynasty, and next to me is the saint Xia Miling from our school."

Xia Miling smiled charmingly, quite charmingly.

Wang Xian nodded as a greeting to Xia Miling, and said: "I am the treasurer of Xiangji, Tianfu City, Yuan Kingdom, and I am here to join in the fun. I'm just a casual cultivator."

"Fellow Daoist, don't be overly modest. Fellow Daoist Jiangang has a look at the inner radiance of the gods, and the baby spirit on his body is vigorous. He must be the peak cultivation base of the early Yuanying stage, and he will be a monster in the middle stage of the Yuanying stage." Xu Jiangang held his chin with his hand slightly smile.

"This Xu Jiangang's eyes are vicious. He can tell the depth of my cultivation at once. This person is not simple. I have to deal with it carefully, and I must not show my feet." Wang Xian thought in his heart, and looked at Xu Jiangang lightly. He has gone through too much. There are many things, I have seen the cruelty of the cultivation world, the ruthlessness of the monks, and I will be more careful when I meet people. But monks who express their sincerity are generally short-lived ghosts.

Just as Xu Jiangang was about to strike up a conversation with Wang Xian, at this moment, the ancestor of the royal family in front of the palace stood up and told the specific deployment of the crusade against the Corpse Dragon Hall one by one for the monks to discuss.

There hasn't been such a grand gathering in the cultivation world of the Yuan Kingdom for a long time. The monks discussed very enthusiastically, expressing their opinions, and the voice of condemning the Corpse Dragon Hall was very loud.

Some monks even listed the top ten crimes against the Corpse Dragon Palace, even revealing that the Corpse Dragon Palace arrested ordinary people and fed corpse demons.

The ancestors of the royal family were even more remorseful, saying that they should not have shielded the corpse dragon hall, and should have used the power of the royal family to wipe out the culprits in the corpse dragon hall.

Wang Xian listened, and sneered in his heart: "Now that there are so many people, the royal family is determined to destroy the corpse dragon hall. If it was before, the royal family would dare to touch a single hair of the corpse dragon hall. The royal family is afraid of the powerful force behind the corpse dragon hall, the corpse alliance. "

"All chivalrous men are the pillars of the cultivation world of the Yuan Kingdom. It is inevitable that casualties will be caused by the destruction of the Corpse Dragon Hall. In order to make up for you, I discussed with a few friends of the God Transformation and decided to take out some magic pills and distribute them to you all. A fellow Taoist in the Nascent Soul Realm." The words of the royal ancestor's words shook the entire palace.

The god pills are the god pills that can only be condensed by the old monsters in the realm of transforming gods. There are god fire pills, god water pills, god earth pills, god wood pills, god gold pills, and even god pills with all five elements.

A magic elixir can be worth thousands of years of infant stones. It can not only increase the monk's cultivation base, but also make the Nascent Soul monk cultivate a little bit of divine power.

With the magic pill, the Nascent Soul old monster can generate a trace of divine power in his body, and when the divine power is enough, he can break through the barrier and be promoted to the realm of transforming gods.

It's a pity that the old monster Nascent Soul can't condense the magic pills by itself, even the monster who transforms the gods can't condense a few magic pills in a year. The magic pills are extremely precious, and no matter how many baby stones they can't buy.

Several god-changing monsters handed out God Fire Pills, God Water Pills, God Wood Pills, God Earth Pills, and God Gold Pills to the monks, one for each person.

The monks who got the magic elixir were all inexplicably excited, and the calls for a decisive battle with the Corpse Dragon Hall became louder.

Wang Xian is currently cultivating baby gold, and he deliberately scattered a trace of baby gold, and he got a divine golden pill.

Wang Xian carefully put the divine golden pill in the Qiankun bag, this divine golden pill would be of great benefit to him to transform into a god in the future.

"I didn't expect to get a magic pill after participating in an assembly. It's a pie in the sky. Hehe!" Wang Xian was secretly happy, and sat cross-legged for a while, making sure that the old monsters of Huashen won't give out any more magic pills , greeted Xu Jiangang and Xia Miling, quietly left the palace, and headed towards the corpse dragon hall.

"quack!"

When Wang Xian flew to a remote grove, he suddenly heard a shrill laughter.

A golden light flashed, and a monk stopped in front of Wang Xian. The monk was dressed in golden clothes, he was a middle-aged man, his face was a bit wretched, especially his eyes were shining with greed.

Wang Xianshi looked at the qi technique and sneered in his heart. It turned out that this golden-clothed monk was a late Yuanying cultivator, no wonder he dared to block his way.

"What do you mean, fellow daoist, to block my way?" Wang Xian pretended to be weak and looked at the golden-clothed monk.

"Quack! I followed fellow daoist all the way here. I suspected that fellow daoist was a spy of the Corpse Dragon Palace. I flew towards the Corpse Dragon Palace after I got the magic pill." The golden-clothed monk showed a wretched smile.

Wang Xian's face turned cold, he took out the magic pill, and said with a mocking smile: "Fellow Daoist is very good at framing people. Don't make such high-sounding words, the real purpose of fellow Daoist is probably to get this magic pill. "

The golden-clothed monk chuckled, and said in a cold voice, "Hurry up and hand over the magic pill, maybe I will spare your life, otherwise, hehe..."

Wang Xian hates this kind of monk who is jealous when he sees treasures, and kills and seizes treasures because of his own cultivation base. The sword qi transformed from the killing qi slashed at the chest of the golden-clothed monk.

Phew, the sword qi slashed at the golden clothes, and the golden clothes actually blocked the sword qi, and the sword qi couldn't break through the golden clothes.

"What a boy! Play a surprise attack in front of me." The golden-clothed monk chuckled, with a mocking smile on his lips, "I'm wearing the famous gold thread clothes of the Baotian School, which is invulnerable and can resist eighteen times of ancient treasures. attack."

"That's right!" Wang Xian said coldly, and swung the Dayan Geng Golden Sword again, spreading out a formation of Dayan Geng swords to cover the golden-clothed monk.

The golden-clothed monk's face turned cold, and he shot out the Yin-Yang Dao Diagram.

The diagram of Yin-Yang Dao is like a big cloth covering the sky, exuding terrifying Yin-Yang power, covering Wang Xian.

The Dayan Sword Formation that Wang Xian created with the Dayan Geng Golden Sword also covered the golden-clothed monk.

"Looking for death!" The golden-clothed monk snorted coldly.

With a bang, the Yin Yang Taoist map thundered loudly, and the raindrops were small, hitting Wang Xian's body, nothing but nothing.

The golden-clothed cultivator was terrified, his complexion turned ashen. At this moment, he also felt the horror of the Dayan Sword Formation. He felt that his whole body was covered by the killing aura, and the terrifying sword aura blasted towards him.

Chi, Chi, Chi, the sword qi formed by hundreds of killing qi slashed on the golden clothes, and the golden clothes could only block seventeen sword qi, which were pierced by the subsequent sword qi.

The sword energy criss-crossed, tore through the golden clothes, and chopped the body of the golden-clothed monk into dozens of pieces.

"Yuanying, escape!" The golden-clothed monk sacrificed Yuanying and broke out of the Dayan sword formation.

How can the Dayan sword formation be able to break out of the Nascent Soul cultivator? Countless murderous auras blasted at the Nascent Soul of the golden-clothed cultivator like a thunderbolt, smashing it into pieces.

Wang Xian originally wanted to get a magic pill from the storage bag of the golden-clothed monk, but who knew that the killing spirit in the Dayan Sword Formation was so overbearing that even the storage bag was smashed into pieces.

"Things who don't know how to live or die, think that they can do whatever they want with their late stage Nascent Soul cultivation, idiot." Wang Xianchao snorted at the golden-clothed monk who had turned into ashes, turned into a ray of light and swept away into the distance.

Sweeping to a valley overgrown with weeds, Wang Xian imposed various restrictions, entered the first hall of Yan Luo, woke up the little corpse god who was sleeping soundly in the void cauldron, led him into the blood pool, and asked Qin Guangwang to put himself Transformed into the appearance of Shitai, the little corpse god into Zhou Kuan's appearance, and the Dayan Geng golden sword into a jade coffin.

After exiting the first hall of Yama, Wang Xian led the sleepy little corpse god to the entrance of the Corpse Dragon Hall.

"Master is back." An elder in charge of the entrance of the Corpse Dragon Hall said with a smile.

Wang Xian knew that Shitai was usually on good terms with this elder, so he smiled slightly: "The royal family has summoned a group of old monsters to attack the Corpse Dragon Palace. When I received the news, I hurried back wearing stars and moons. I don't know the situation inside the Corpse Dragon Palace. What's the matter?"

The elder frowned and said, "We have only just received the news. Now the Corpse Dragon Palace is actively preparing. Fortunately, a big figure from the Corpse Alliance is living in the Corpse Dragon Palace. Otherwise, our Corpse Dragon Palace will be in danger this time."

"Big man? What kind of big man?" Wang Xian's mind moved, and the strange old man who was auctioning off the dead god at the Gutianfu auction appeared in front of his eyes.

"One of the top ten elders of the Corpse Alliance, he has a big enough background. He has a corpse god in his hands. This time, those monks who dare to attack the Corpse Dragon Palace are here to die." The elder said with a sinister smile.

Wang Xian's heart skipped a beat, his eyebrows frowned.