Super Tiandao Academy

Chapter 895
Thousands of miles away from the Taiyin Demon Palace is a flat Miluyuan. Around this Miluyuan, there are five major cities such as Qingyue and Qinglian.

A branch of Zhenyang Sect is located in Qingyue City.

At this moment, in the underground palace of the branch hall, Ye Jiuzheng, the lord of the Zhenyang Sect, and the four sage elders of the sect are meeting with two sage masters of the Xinghuo Sect.

They were discussing how to rescue Ye Mao from the forbidden area of ​​the Taiyin Demon Palace, and how to draw him to fight against the Taiyin Demon Palace.

"Master, something important has happened in Miluyuan." Xue Muyan hurried over, "Master Ye Maoye escaped from the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain, and killed the three saints Zhudian, Luanshi and Xuanyin with his companions in Miluyuan."

"What?" The seven saints were all startled.

"Is Ye Mao sanctified?" the Holy Thousand Sky of the Xinghuo Sect asked hastily.

"He has not been sanctified, and now he is surrounded by Yinsi, Lunyue and Drunken Dream Saints, the situation is extremely urgent." Xue Muyan hoped that the master would come out and save Ye Mao.

Ye Jiuzheng, the lord of the Zhenyang Sect, immediately took out the sacred artifact of the Zhenzong——the True Sun Mirror, and a ray of light shot out from the mirror immediately, turning into a clear image, and everything on Miluyuan was presented here.

I saw the Drunken Dream Saint falling from the sky, and at the same time, two figures galloped from a distance.

One of them was wearing a red robe, several feet long, fluttering in the wind, with unparalleled arrogance, it was the master of the Dzogchen period of a generation of saints from the Hai Clan—the ancestor of the red robe.

Another woman, dressed in a moon white robe, was plainly dressed, but it was still difficult to conceal her peerless appearance. She came like a fairy Lingbo riding the waves, with fluttering sleeves, and she was unparalleled in style.

"This, this is my third sister-in-law Shuiyue Patriarch!" Ye Jiuzheng, the patriarch of the Zhenyang Sect, stood up happily.

"Mother!" Ye Mao turned his head and whispered.

This call made Patriarch Shuiyue's eyes glisten with tears, but his face was full of joy. Anyone could see the deep joy.

Ye Jiuzheng, the patriarch of Zhenyang Sect, was even more excited. He even couldn't help laughing: "Ye Mao is actually my third brother's child. This is what God wants to rejuvenate my Ye family."

"Sovereign, since this is the case, we will go out immediately and protect him to retreat with all our might." The Great Elder of Zhenyang Sect immediately stated his position.

The second elder of the Zhenyang Sect also agreed excitedly: "Nephew Ling has peerless resources, as long as he is well protected and endures for a few years, Zhu Prison will definitely be eliminated."

The other two elders of Zhenyang Sect also held the same opinion.

Although Ye Jiuzheng, the patriarch of Zhenyang Sect, was excited, he still maintained a calm mind, saying: "Now that there is such a big commotion, Zhu Prison must know about it. We have to wait and see what happens, and wait for the critical moment before taking action."

Everyone also nodded slightly. There are still many forces in the surrounding five cities, and they are also aware of the situation on Miluyuan, and they are all watching in secret.

Shuiyue Patriarch Xia Xi held Ye Mao's hand and looked at him carefully, but couldn't get enough of it.

"Mother, this is not a place to stay for a long time, let's evacuate quickly!" Ye Mao couldn't bear Xia Xi's sight, so he had to remind her loudly.

"I didn't expect this little bastard that no one wants to be your son." An old woman in a black robe with a wrinkled face came out of nowhere, "Shuiyue, you, a widow whose husband died, have left this little bastard for so many years!" If you don't show your face, you must have hidden somewhere to have a good time."

"See the Black Demon Patriarch!" Yin Si and Lun Yue Patriarch immediately bowed.

The golden-winged roc scolded, "This is a black maggot that crawled out of some dung pit. It's ugly and disgusting. It's mouth full of feces. It makes me want to vomit just looking at it."

"Looking for death!" A demonic black claw appeared from behind the old woman in black robe, strangely appeared on top of the golden-winged roc's head, and grabbed it down.

With a wave of Xia Xi's robe, a ray of holy light poured out, covering the sky above the golden-winged roc's head, instantly sealing that piece of heaven and earth, making the black claw stagnate there.

"I haven't seen you for decades, your cultivation base hasn't improved much, your mouth is more vicious, and your face is even more hateful." Shuiyue Patriarch's eyes were full of contempt and disdain.

"This change is actually very normal. With her body alone, she has to face the male cultivators in the Taiyin Demon Palace. It must be difficult to increase her cultivation level and she will be overwhelmed. But under the coercion of Zhu Prison, she had to go from , I can only slander and curse all day long, accumulating over the years, not talking sharply, with a hideous appearance and a twisted mind." Golden Winged Roc said.

"Well, your analysis is pretty good." The red-robed patriarch nodded.

"The male cultivators of the Taiyin Demon Palace have really worked hard to improve their cultivation, and this kind of black maggots are actually able to deal with it." The golden-winged roc added again.

"This is probably the heavy taste in the legend!" The red-robed patriarch followed suit, "Or, when the two beauties of the Hai clan came, why would she still pose there? This is clearly a male cultivator from the Taiyin Demon Palace Give her confidence."

The black devil patriarch vomited blood in anger, his eyes were cracking and he said: "Shuiyue, didn't you call someone who would dare to touch a hair of your son? Hmph, I'll unscrew his head today and show you."

As soon as she finished speaking, two masters of the Dzogchen stage rushed out behind her, one went straight to the red-robed patriarch, and the other went straight to the water moon patriarch.

As for the ancestor of the black demon, he rushed to kill Ye Mao.

"Little maggots, dare to be rampant." A scroll appeared in the hands of Patriarch Shuiyue, and he shook it suddenly.

Even though Patriarch Heimo and the master who killed Patriarch Shuiyue struggled with all their strength, they were still drawn into the picture scroll and turned into figures on the scroll.

Their struggles only caused ripples on the picture scroll.

"You, you have actually cultivated the Xuanji map. It is impossible. The Xuanji map requires countless precious materials. How could you possibly cultivate it? How could it be possible..." The sharp and fearful voice of the black demon patriarch came out of the scroll.

"If you dare to touch my son, you will die!" Ancestor Shuiyue raised his hand and tapped on the portrait of Patriarch Heimo, the figure exploded immediately and was swallowed by your scroll.

The other person was also killed by Shuiyue Patriarch and became the nourishment of the picture scroll.

As for the holy man who charged towards the red-robed patriarch, his death was even worse. He was blown away by the red-robed patriarch, and his flesh and bones fell to the ground.

"It is rumored that the three beauties of the Sea Clan are more powerful than the other. Now it seems that the rumors are true. Today, I will meet the two beauties.

With you as my cauldron tonight, the cultivation of the Japanese Palace Master tomorrow will greatly increase. "A cold voice came from afar.

The sound sounded far away, and when the sound fell, a man in black robe with a mighty expression and cold eyes appeared in front of everyone's eyes. It was Zhu Prison.

As soon as he appeared here, he became the center of the world, and the aura of the world automatically surrounded him. The power emanating from him made Ye Mao, who was hundreds of meters away, unable to bear it.

"Before we practice together, let's get rid of this little jumper who likes to jump around first." Zhu Prison put his hands behind his back and looked calm, assuming he was in control of the overall situation. The posture of the red-robed patriarch.

"Old yin worm, you are also worthy of supporting my husband, prepare to fall today!" A beautiful and domineering voice came from far away in the sky.

(End of this chapter)