A small island with a diameter of less than three or four miles has a medicinal field half an acre square, with more than a dozen small medicinal plants with an age of 50,000 or 60,000 years growing here and there, and several medicinal plants with an age of more than 100,000 years. king.
The dense spiritual energy is constantly spurting out from the ground, nourishing these priceless ancient medicines without stopping. The spiritual energy did not escape into the air at all, and seemed to be bound by some mysterious magic circle.
The palace has been silent for who knows how many years, but the mysterious magic circle can still operate normally?
This is not surprising, just look at the lake of fire thousands of miles around the island.
The red light of the lake soared into the sky, and the sky was reflected in a fiery red. This was a real lake of fire, and because the horizon was blocked, it was impossible to see the edge at a glance.
The surface of the lake with a radius of thousands of miles is filled with countless frightening bubbles, constantly spraying out extremely hot air that is enough to destroy the spirit-refining spirit and severely damage the god-refining monk.
In other words, the drug king on the island is honey dipped in poison. It looks so tempting that you cannot touch it at all.
In mid-air, quite a distance away from the shore, Nezha was holding a fire-tip gun and stepping on a hot wheel, looking at the lake of fire with a solemn expression.
Within a few dozen miles behind, there were more than forty monks standing scattered, and their expressions were similar to Nezha's.
"It is worthy of being the residence of the ancient Emperor of Heaven. There are even little Medicine Kings who are fifty or sixty thousand years old, Medicine Kings who are more than one hundred thousand years old, and so many more."
A chubby monk said with fiery eyes.
"It's a pity that I can't get through it, I can only feel jealous."
A thin monk poured cold water on him.
The fat monk glared at the thin monk.
"What are you looking at?"
The thin monk said with narrowed eyes.
"What's wrong with you?"
The fat monk's eyes widened.
"Would you like to try another one?"
“Just give it a try”
"snort"
The thin monk snorted, which sounded like a bell, and sprayed out two white lights.
"ha"
The fat monk roared, and a stream of yellow gas spurted out from his mouth.
Two qi, one white and one yellow, collided together, just like sparks hitting the earth, and exploded with a roar. The waves overturned the ground for countless miles, shaking the lake of fire, and the extremely hot air suddenly rose.
The monks who were implicated were hiding in embarrassment while cursing.
There's no place where these two idiots can't fight well, but on the edge of the Lake of Fire.
The fat monk and the thin monk were equally powerful, and they fought for half an hour without a winner.
Nezha, who was already upset, became angry and Lei Ting took action. The fire-tipped spear was like a dragon coming out of the sea, it was so powerful that it made the sky tremble under its pressure. The hot fire wheel roared, carrying Nezha back and forth with lightning.
The fat monk and the thin monk saw that outsiders were interfering, so they joined forces instead. The strength of the two of them is not much weaker than that of Nezha, but together they are even more powerful.
Nezha failed to win two people in hundreds of rounds. Instead, he was embarrassed and had to show his identity to suppress them.
"Second General Hengha, you two sinners, how dare you fight against me?"
The fat monk and the thin monk are the two generals Heng Ha in the myth of the gods.
Hearing this, he immediately stopped.
"The third prince is joking. You are the divine general of heaven, with more than a million men under your command. How dare we fight against you?"
"It's just for fun. You have a lot, don't be as knowledgeable as us two little people."
The two of them had smiles on their faces and their postures were very low.
But I was cursing wildly in my heart, what's so great, if I hadn't been blinded by lard and sided with the Yin Shang Dynasty, it would be your turn to be arrogant.
Nezha snorted coldly.
If it weren't for the fact that General Heng Ha could fight, he would never have brought them in.
"It's just a pity that there are more than a dozen Medicine King plants. The little Medicine King is like the goddess of Kunlun. It can't be seen or touched."
The fat monk said regretfully.
"Speak politely and don't speak in a dirty tone."
The thin monk looked contemptuous.
"What a shame, the goddess of Kunlun is not a devoid of human beings. Back then, Chi You and the Nine Heavens Xuannv, Hou Yi and Chang'e were all in pairs."
retorted the fat monk.
"You are worthy to be compared with Chi You and Hou Yi."
The thin monk was disdainful.
The fat monk was angry and stared as if he wanted to kill someone: "Skinny bamboo pole, do you still want to fight?"
"Afraid of you"
The Thin Monk showed no fear.
"enough"
Nezha scolded.
The two of them snorted at the same time, then looked to the side in disgust.
Nezha looked at the lake of fire, his expression becoming solemn again.
He and the monks have been here for a while. From the beginning, his heartbeat was accelerated by the ancient medicine stimulated by the medicine fields on the island, to after losing several good players in a row, his heart fell to the bottom.
"I feel so unwilling to leave here empty-handed."
Nezha thought so.
"I heard that the third prince's Huntian Ling was hand-refined by the ancient goddess Nuwa who left this world. It is not afraid of extreme temperatures and is known as a barrier to the sky?"
The fat monk said again.
Nezha's face turned cold when he heard this: "Huntian Ling is in the hands of my sister-in-law. When the Taoist priest took in my sister-in-law, he took it away too."
"This third prince can tolerate it."
The fat monk showed an angry expression.
"That calf-nosed man, if the nine-headed bird hadn't been protecting him, I would have slapped him to death on behalf of the Third Prince."
The thin monk said unwillingly.
Nezha's anger softened slightly: "If it weren't for the delay in finding the elixir, I would have taken him in the main hall just now."
"Don't be upset, Third Prince. It's not too late to deal with him after he goes out."
said the fat monk.
"Speaking of which, that calf-nosed man is stupid. He didn't let go of the opportunity to enter the shrine because he had to fight against the Third Prince."
The thin monk pouted.
"After the Battle of the Gods, this is the first time I have met such a principled person. If he didn't insist on provoking me, I would like to make friends with him."
There was a hint of appreciation on Nezha's face.
The fat monk and the thin monk looked at each other.
"But now that the matter has come to this, all I can do is, well, why did he come in?"
Before Nezha finished speaking, he showed a surprised expression.
An afterimage rushed out of the heavy fog on the horizon at an incredible speed.
It's not who Cao Yi is.
"They must have followed other forces that possess imperial jade."
The thin monk stretched his neck and said while looking.
"There is a way to heaven that he will not take, and there is no way to hell to break in."
The fat monk smiled evilly.
Nezha narrowed his eyes, a waiting smile appeared on his face.
Cao Yi, who had just rushed out of the fog, was shocked when he saw Nezha and his party.
Thinking of the pursuers behind, the idea of diverting the trouble to the east came to mind.
He rushed over without hesitation.
Only three or four miles away, there was a sudden stop.
"Third Prince, we meet again."
Cao Yi said hello.
"Return my roommate and Hun Tianling"
Nezha said simply.
"Huntian Ling?"
Cao Yi looked at Nezha blankly.
When did he accept Nezha's Hun Tianling?
How can you desecrate someone's innocence?
"Hun Tianling is in the soul of my roommate sister."
Nezha said coldly.
"oh"
Cao Yi suddenly realized.
Whizzing!
The fat monk and the thin monk cut off Cao Yi's retreat, one on the left and the other on the right.
"Xiao Niubi, hand over my sister-in-law and Hun Tianling, maybe I can save you from death."
shouted the fat monk.
"What roommate? When did Mrs. Diyong become your sister?"
The thin monk rolled his eyes.
