017 Golden Moon Song
Dragon Scale Island is thousands of miles away.
Countless sea monsters ride on the wind and waves, like stars over the moon, embracing a giant whale and moving forward mightily.
Looking from a distance, there are tens of thousands of strange monsters.
There is a beautiful white jade palace on the back of the giant whale. Ten powerful demonic powers gather in the palace, forming a terrifying demonic aura that rises into the sky.
Inside the White Jade Hall.
A stunning beauty wearing a golden dress sat on the main seat in the middle, condescending, majestic and cold.
Not only does she have a stunningly beautiful face, but she also has a slender figure and graceful curves. The dark gold twill silk dress tightly wraps her graceful body. Under the slender and round waist, a pair of slender and well-proportioned legs overlap, making her extremely charming.
Underneath her beautiful figure, there seems to be a huge wild power, which adds a touch of heroism to her beauty.
On both sides below, stood ten men and women, all of whom were Taoist cultivators and had cultivated human form.
"Five years ago, my eighth brother left the Dragon Palace alone and never returned. Not long after, the candle of life was extinguished."
"After all these years, I finally found the place where my eighth brother died. This time I went there and killed all the creatures I saw."
The woman in the gold skirt said in a cold tone.
"promise!"
Ten people in the hall agreed in unison.
Jin Yuege's beautiful eyes were filled with murderous intent, and she wished she could reach the front immediately and find the enemy who killed Nai Di.
The ten people in the hall are all demon masters trained by her using the resources of the red-blooded golden dragon clan. They have different talents and are comparable to the inner disciples of the human race's immortal cultivation sect!
In addition to the giant whales, there are hundreds of Daoji monster beasts. Such power is comparable to a small beast tide.
A thousand miles away, at the speed of a giant whale, takes only half an hour.
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Dragon Scale Island.
Seeing Pang Yue's calm face, Meng Zitao forced himself to calm down.
Otherwise, it would be a disgrace to the disciples of the wealthy cultivators...
But the crisis that could alert him to the jade pendant must be a catastrophe that could threaten his life.
"Junior Brother Xu, this person is not evil, why don't we avoid his edge for now..."
Meng Zitao shook his feather fan and said with a smile.
Pang Yue's gaze was deep, and in his field of vision, tens of thousands of demonic spirits of varying strengths and weaknesses were slowly approaching, eleven of which were the most spectacular.
Among the eleven paths, there is one that is the most eye-catching.
"Not urgent."
He shook his head: "It will take half an hour for the other party to arrive here."
As he spoke, he briefly explained the situation thousands of miles away.
"Oh?" Meng Zitao has been favored by his ancestor since he was a child. He followed his ancestor to practice, and his vision and knowledge are naturally extraordinary.
"Junior Brother Xu's eye skills are so amazing. He can see so clearly even though he is thousands of miles away!"
After knowing the situation, Meng Zitao calmed down and after thinking about it, he found at least three ways to get out of the crisis safely.
As for the Dragon Scale Fruit, he wasn't worried at all.
The ancestor once said that this tree has the mark of the late Jindan monks, and that except for the masters of Yuanshen, it is difficult for anyone in this world to shake this tree at all.
Pang Yue suddenly said: "Senior Brother Meng, how about we make a deal?"
"Junior Brother Xu, please speak!"
Meng Zitao became interested.
"I set up a defensive formation on this island, and now Huizong is too lazy to move it away. How about passing it on to Senior Brother Meng?"
Pang Yue smiled.
Meng Zitao asked: "How powerful is this formation?"
Pang Yue said: "Senior Brother Meng will see it soon."
Meng Zitao's eyes lit up. In this way, the power of this formation is not weaker than the family formations of some Daoji families!
"Junior Brother Xu, do you want a spiritual stone or a magic weapon?" Meng Zitao was in a good mood. He found that there were great discrepancies in the information about this new inner disciple of Yanmo Palace in the rumors.
What kind of elder from the outer sect is lucky enough to win the decisive battle and enter the inner sect, but has not yet cultivated the magical power of the Flame Demon Palace... With low-grade spiritual roots, there is no hope of breaking through to the middle stage of Daoji in this life...
It’s just nonsense!
How can ordinary inner disciples have such a state of mind and courage when facing tens of thousands of monsters and more than a dozen monster cultivators of the same level?
What's more, his pupil skills, even among the true disciples of the Demonic Talisman Sect, are few and far between!
Just listen to Pang Yue say: "I heard that the Meng family has a realm-breaking elixir called Huntian Dan. It is quite effective, but it has never been spread."
Meng Zitao glanced at Pang Yue and immediately understood his intention.
He said kindly: "This pill has a magical effect of breaking through the realm, but the effect... given Junior Brother Xu's current condition, even if he takes it, I'm afraid it will be... ahem, Junior Brother, why not try another one?"
Seeing Pang Yue's unhappy look, he explained: "Junior Brother Xu, since ancient times, the limit of cultivation of low-grade spiritual roots should be the late stage of Daoji according to records, but those who can cultivate to the early stage of Daoji are already very rare... And Those who are in the middle stage of Daoji are even rarer in the world. Why don't you exchange it for something else?"
Meng Zitao's words are almost the same as what the Yuanyang Sect's Jindan monk said that day.
"I still want the Hun Tian Dan."
Pang Yue was too lazy to say more.
Meng Zitao took out a bottle of elixirs from his storage bag and said: "There are nine Huntian elixirs in it. Junior brother, please do not tell anyone else, otherwise my ancestor will never give me a second bottle."
Pang Yue waved his hand: "Don't rush into the deal now, senior brother, let's see the power of my formation first!"
Not long after.
The spiritual energy in the distance was chaotic, and a fierce energy rushed over like an overwhelming frenzy.
Pang Yue knocked on the stone table, and five mountains suddenly rose up from the ground near Dragon Scale Island.
These five mountains are the horns of each other, covering the sea area of 100 miles around Longlin Island. The interior seems real and illusory, lush and green.
"Five Mountains Prison Suppression Formation!"
Meng Zitao recognized this formation at a glance.
Pang Yue smiled and said, "It's exactly this formation."
On the sea, the giant whale stopped.
Jin Yuege sat on the jade chair, looking at the formation in front of her with beautiful eyes, and said coldly: "Mo Xing, Xue Wu, Zi Yan, Lang Centi, the four of you each bring a thousand monsters, and prepare for the formation from all four sides!"
"promise!"
Four figures suddenly flashed out of the white jade hall.
After a while, four monster beasts entered the formation under the leadership of the demon cultivators.
Holding a golden talisman in hand, Meng Zitao stood up and looked around.
Pang Yue glanced at the golden talisman and immediately recognized it. It was the famous vertical golden light talisman. Only the golden elixir monks could refine it. After being stimulated, it turned into a golden light and carried the monks to fly away. They could travel thousands of miles away in an instant. The ultimate treasure of escape and survival.
As soon as Mo Xing entered the formation, he felt a huge pressure coming down and was instantly unable to move.
The physical body, demon power, and spiritual consciousness were all blocked by a huge force of suppression, and even the movement of thoughts became sluggish.
He made a prompt decision, and with the demonic power surging all over his body, he suddenly pulled away and revealed his true form.
It was a huge squid with a body size of more than thirty feet!
The demonic power in his body exploded, resisting the power of the large array, but he saw that the thousands of demonic beasts he had brought in, whether they were in the Daoji realm or the Qi-eating realm, were all crushed into blood mist, which was extremely miserable.
He also tried his best, relying on his naturally strong physical strength and powerful demonic power, to be able to withstand the power of the great formation, but he wanted to do more, but he was unable to do so.
It's like carrying a huge mountain on your back, unable to move even an inch!
Suddenly, a clear sword light flashed...
"What happened..."
Mo Xing's last thought was extinguished just as it surfaced.
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In Meng Zitao's field of vision, more than 4,000 monster beasts were pressed down by the formation almost at the same time, and they exploded into a spectacular blood mist!
Tragic!
flirtatious!
Shocking!
"So powerful!"
He couldn't help but sigh.
This is simply crushing!
In the large formation, only four demon cultivators could withstand the pressure, but they also showed their true bodies and tried their best to resist.
Suddenly, a clear sword light flashed away.
Like a bright thin line, four demon cultivators who were almost defenseless were connected in series.
The sword light circled around the formation, and the four demon corrections were four points on the circle!
Bang bang bang bang!
Four blasts.
The bodies of the four demon cultivators also exploded.
Flesh, bones, and internal organs were all transformed into the tiniest particles, scattering into a mist of blood that filled the sky.
What made Meng Zitao's heart tremble was that the body-protecting auras of the four demon cultivators were as if they were made of paper and had no power to resist.
After a few breaths, the dull sound of thunder resounded throughout the world.
Meng Zitao turned around and saw Pang Yue sitting leisurely at the stone table drinking tea. A flying sword with cold light was hovering in front of him.
"High-quality... magic weapon?"
Meng Zitao felt his throat was a little dry.
For people who only play with top-grade magic weapons and magic weapons, can high-grade magic weapons also be used for fighting?
But the reality is that even he needs to use magic weapons to kill all the demon cultivators in the late Daoji period with one strike, but they were all killed by such an ordinary flying sword in the blink of an eye.
Sword Qi and Thunder Sound are so powerful?
Meng Zitao just realized today what an eye-opener is.
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Outside the formation.
Jin Yuege's beautiful face was expressionless.
"This confirms...that the eighth brother did die here!"
She stood up slowly, golden light flashed in her hand, and a dark gold spear appeared!
The gun was filled with terrifying murderous aura, and when held by her snow-white slender fingers, it looked like an ancient beast about to awaken.
A first-level magic weapon, the God-killing Spear.
"Everyone join the formation, hold back the power of the formation, and I'll kill him!"
Jin Yuege drank lightly.
"I am willing to die for the third princess!"
The six demon cultivators looked at each other, and they all looked as if they were ready to die. Then they walked out of the White Jade Hall without hesitation and led a group of demonic beasts into the Five Mountains Prison Suppression Formation.
The spiritual light flashed and surged like a tide!
Each monster beast shone with dazzling light, and the monster power surged, fiercely impacting the formation.
The large formation pressed down mercilessly, and among the various auras, blood mist filled the air, outlining a picture with great visual impact.
The Five Mountains Prison Suppression Formation seems to have reached its limit, the Yuan rotation is slightly stagnant, and the shadows of the five mountains are flickering.
The six demon cultivators showed their huge bodies and moved frantically towards the five formation eyes, hoping to destroy the formation eyes and gain a chance of survival.
The Golden Moon Singer held the God-killing Spear, moved her long and muscular jade legs, and suddenly jumped out of the white jade hall, transformed into a dark golden lightning, and rushed into the formation.
The Five Mountains Prison Suppression Formation seemed to have no effect on her!
Her beautiful eyes were locked on Pang Yue, and the dark gold spear swung out hundreds of gun shadows, covering Pang Yue.
The jade pendant on Meng Zitao's body flashed with red light. He moved and turned into a wisp of wind, retreating from the battlefield.
"Taoji perfect demon cultivator, red-blooded golden dragon bloodline, first-level magic weapon... comparable to a true disciple, how should he deal with it?"
Meng Zitao held the golden light talisman of the vertical ground and couldn't help but sweat for Pang Yue.
Pang Yue slowly stood up, turned sideways, and turned his back to him.
Then, a piece of gray light swept forward.
