Miracle doctor tao yun

"The ancient road of the yellow spring?"

There is a vast expanse of things in front of us. The yellow sand filled thoroughfare winds and stretches from the void to the depths of Jiuyou and leads to hell.

Not far away, there is a boundary stone with the four characters "ancient road of huangquan" written on it.

It suddenly occurred to the demon king that he had crossed millions of miles in an instant and came to the road of huangquan. It was incredible.

But he knew that this was Ye Shaochuan's method.

The road of huangquan is long, and there are so many ghosts on it.

Looking at the ghosts wandering around at will, being led by the six samsara, or being escorted by ghost messengers, the Dragon demon king suddenly remembered Ye Shaochuan's order.

When he was given the method of chopping immortals and flying swords, he was also impressed by the breath of the demon master of split wind, the demon master of snow trace, the sacrifice of vulture, Yin Yizi and others.

Jiao demon king dare not neglect, seriously in the guard on the way to search up.

He has a strong breath, and his flesh and blood are as clear as the bright sun. He even dares not approach the black and white impermanence, ox head, horse face and other ghosts, let alone those ghosts.

As soon as they get close to each other, the common ignorant imps will be scattered by the masculine Qi and blood and become nothingness. However, they are really terrified and disappear from the void of heaven and earth.

In this regard, the Dragon demon king naturally did not care.

"This is huangquan Road, Lao Dao. You have talked a lot about it. You want to understand it thoroughly. Tell me, where should we go next?"

At this time, a familiar voice sounded in his ear.

The Dragon demon king's eyes flashed and looked at it in a hurry. However, he saw a large number of ghosts coming together. Maybe because of the friars, he could still chat.

As for what he was talking about, it was a dragon with a faint lightning on its soul. If it had not been for Jiuyou's Yin Qi, the dragon would have been dead.

Next to the dragon is a very embarrassed Taoist. If ye Shaochuan were here, he would recognize Yin Yizi as the Taoist.

In addition to this old Taoist, others are ordinary monsters, or mussels, or fish demons, all of which are water.

However, only Jiaolong and Laodao can speak at this time.

Seeing these ghosts, especially the dragon and the Taoist priest, the demon king's eyes lit up.

Just as he was about to go and take away a few people, suddenly there was a slight shock in the void. A burst of fairy music came with the sound of the crane, but a man with white hair and white eyebrows came by the crane.

"A Taoist with long eyebrows in Shushan?"

However, the demon king Jiao recognized this Taoist. He was not unknown in the fairyland. Although he was trained in kendo, he now has the true story of Lao Jun. he has done a lot of activities to kill demons, which is a thorn in the eye of the demon generation such as the demon king Jiao.

In the past, the Dragon demon king had only heard of each other's name, but after all, he was a younger generation, and he didn't care about it. Now he suddenly saw it, and he felt something was wrong.

"What does the other party do when they come to the netherworld?"

The Dragon demon king quickly steps towards the ghost of Yin Yizi and others. He has a feeling that the Taoist priest with long eyebrows is also coming for Yin Yizi and others.

At the same time, the Taoist priest with long eyebrows also noticed him. There was a flash of surprise on his face. The sword behind him was trembling. The sword was full of vitality, but he was able to endure it quickly.

"It turned out to be a Taoist friend of the demon king of Beihai hell prison. I'm the first one." The Taoist priest with long eyebrows glanced at Yin Yizi and others, and suddenly saluted to the Dragon demon king with a smile.

The demon king of Jiao didn't care. With a wave of his sleeve, he took away the ghost of Yin Yizi and Jiaolong.

Taoist priest Chang Mei's face remained unchanged, his eyes flashed slightly, and he said with a smile, "when did you become interested in the ghost of the underworld department? Do you want to refine the magic treasure?"

"What is it to do with you?"

The Dragon demon king spat out two cold words and said slowly, "if you are interested, you will disappear from our king. Although you are a disciple of Taiqing, we don't pay attention to you."

The tone of evil spirit and evil spirit is arrogant and overbearing, showing the style of a demon king.

Taoist Chang Mei didn't look very good, but he also knew the strength of the existence of the demon king Jiao. He came from the world and worked hard for more than two thousand years to reach the level of Taiyi. Compared with the demon king Jiao, there was still a big gap. If he fought in this hell, I'm afraid the result would not be very good.

But when he thought about the purpose of his trip, he hesitated.

"Why?"

The Dragon demon king's eyes flashed, and a murderous spirit burst out in an instant.

The Taoist priest with long eyebrows only felt his scalp numb and the ancient sword humming behind him, but he felt the danger and was warning.

"Since you don't like me here, I'll leave." The Taoist priest with long eyebrows was also able to bend and stretch. His face returned to normal. He gave a salute with a smile and drove away with a crane.

"Waste!"

Jiao demon king disdained to curl his lips.

……

Above the East China Sea.

The force of natural calamity has been much weaker, but it is still blowing towards the sea like a continuous rainstorm.The reason why they are less powerful is not that some of them have survived the disaster, but that some of them have fallen and the disaster clouds have naturally dissipated.

Today's sea, in addition to Bai Wei and snow sculptures, which have reached the point where the oil has dried up, there are only snow trace demons hidden in the depths of the ocean by the method of black ice.

That is to say, the snow trace demon master, a mysterious ice talent like a tortoise shell, can persist for such a long time. Unlike the vulture sacrifice and the crack wind demon master, there is no residue left.

Under the natural calamity, the spirit and form were destroyed.

This is the sorrow of the practitioners. When the calamity comes, if it can't pass, it's a dead end, and it's still a complete death. There's no chance.

"I'm afraid we're dead. I don't know how Liubo mountain is now?"

Bai Wei is on the verge of collapse, and her breath is weak to the extreme. If she hadn't lit the golden lantern with her own vitality at the critical moment, I'm afraid she and the snow sculpture would have been doomed.

But Rao is so, she also came to the end of the road, see the disaster still not disappear, know that they can no longer support.

Thanks to the great sun, the golden lantern is a treasure.

But now it's useless to have a treasure in the sky. The strength of the two of them is still too poor to break out the real power of the golden lantern.

If not, such a degree of natural calamity would not be a problem at all.

It's not only Bai Wei, but also the snow sculpture. When it's dying, it's back to its original shape, but it can't even spread its wings. The spirit is almost gone.

Nine days above, a group of fiery and domineering sky fire, into a fluttering Phoenix, in the twinkling of an eye toward the two roaring.

Bai Wei tries to open her dim eyes and look at huohuofeng. She only feels that the breath of death covers everything. She can't see the world clearly.

"Shaochuan, where are you?"

At the last moment, there was only one thought left in her mind.