A huge island with a radius of thousands of miles, there are countless dangerous mountains and strange peaks on the island, clouds and mist, full of fairy spirit.

A ten-thousand-zhang high peak that plunges into the sky. The peak is black. At the foot of the mountain stands a silver stone monument about ten feet high. On it, the three characters "Yin and Yang Peak" are engraved with dragons and phoenixes. Their claims are called Yin and Yang Shuangsha by the outside world.

　　The mountains are shaded by green trees and lined with strange rocks.

　　 There is a vast and boundless black mist around the mountain peaks, rolling ups and downs, and faintly heard the sound of ghost crying and wolf howling.

On the top of the mountain is a bluestone square with a size of one hundred acres. After passing the ninety-nine blue stone steps, there is a black palace more than ten feet high. The thick black stone pillars are carved with hideous skulls. Above, there is a shining silver plaque with three golden characters "Yin Yang Palace" written on it.

　　 More than a dozen hideous human faces emerged on the surface of the plaque, and their faces made a stern devil weeping sound.

The hall is spacious, with eighteen thick black stone pillars, each stone pillar is carved with a hideous ghost, on both sides of the temple door are placed a three-legged black tripod, each with a green flame, the entire hall The light is a bit gloomy, giving people a gloomy feeling.

　　 A fat-headed and big-eared black-robed old man was sitting on a black jade chair. The black-robed old man’s eyes were small, and a string of black skulls hung on his chest. The evil spirit was very strong.

　　 Tiansha real person, mid-primary stage.

A white-faced young man in a blue shirt stood aside. The young man in the blue shirt had a burly figure with a bright white jade tied around his waist. The jade gave off a gleam of light. He looked like a handsome young man. His face was slightly pale, as if There is injury.

　　 "How is it? Yuer, is the injury better?"

　　 Real God Tiansha showed some concern in his eyes. Listening to his words, he was more concerned about the blue shirt youth.

　　 "Well, my great-grandfather is worried. My grandson is no longer a serious problem. If I run into that **** again next time, I will surely let her survive and die."

　　 At the end of the talk, the face of the blue shirt youth became ugly.

"Hmph, I can only blame you for not being good at learning. If you cultivate the Heavenly Demon Bibo Gong to the tenth level, how could that girl Yuyao be your opponent? When you enter the Yuan Ying stage, you won't say that you will be ranked No. The fourth fairy Yuyao, the number one Yuyin fairy in the hundred flowers, is not your opponent, the realm of cultivation is respected, as long as your strength is strong enough, what kind of woman can't get it? Qian Yang Zhen, who was active more than ten thousand years ago Jun abducted and ran away from the saint of the Flood Dragon clan, which triggered a large beast wave, but since then, there has been no news of him, most of it died at the hands of the Flood Dragon clan."

　　 Real Man Tiansha reprimanded in a tone that hates iron and steel, that the blue shirt youth is his only descendant, Lu Yunjie, who has been dominated by him since he was a child.

　　 "Great grandfather, where did you hear about this? Why didn't the grandson know?"

　　 Lu Yunjie asked curiously, his eyes a little fiery, the saint of the Jiaolong clan, it was exciting to think about it.

　　 "Penglai Pavilion has a large collection of classics. You don't read it yourself. By the way, haven't you found the traitor yet?"

　　 The God of Death changed his tone and changed the subject.

　　 "No. Fortunately, there is a copy of "Tiansha Town Spirit Skill". Unfortunately, he also took the soul bird egg. This is the soul bird egg brought from the funeral ruins."

Lu Yunjie said in a regretful tone, more than ten thousand years ago, a large-scale beast wave broke out in the open sea, and the cultivators of the gods took action. The two races of humans and monsters have fought for hundreds of years, and the two sides have suffered countless deaths and injuries. The Funeral Ruins is an ancient battlefield. There are a large number of prohibitions, and the Yuan Ying monk breaks into it, and there is also the danger of falling.

Madam Tiansha brought back a lot of good things from the Funeral Ruins. Among them was an unknown soul bird egg. Madam Tiansha gave it to Lu Yunjie to incubate. Lu Yunjie's subordinates stole a lot of property with the help of their positions. Among them was That soul bird egg.

"Hmph, it's not a stupid thing that you did. Even the Taoist friends under your hand have not let go. No wonder he betrayed you and put a knife on his head. If you don't take warning, you will die in the hands of a woman sooner or later. ."

　　 Real God Tiansha coldly snorted, and reprimanded unceremoniously.

　　 He looked at Lu Yunjie, who was the only one who was the only one, and his complexion eased, his palms flipped, and the light flashed, a light blue jade shuttle appeared in his hand, and the surface of the jade shuttle was turbulent, quite extraordinary.

"The old man asked the real person Sanjue to help refine this Flying Shuttle. It is an imitation of his cross-sea shuttle. Accept it! As long as you don't encounter the Nascent Soul monk, try your best to drive the Flying Shuttle. The monk can catch up with you."

　　 The real man Tiansha shook his wrist slightly, and the cyan jade shuttle flew out, floating in front of Lu Yunjie, his aura gleaming.

　　 Lu Yunjie thanked him and accepted the cyan jade shuttle.

There are three powerful magic weapons in Sanjue Zhenren, and the cross-sea shuttle is one of them. In the early days of Yuan Ying, the Sanjue Zhenren drove the cross-sea shuttle with all his strength. An imitation of the shuttle must fly very fast.

Sanjue is proficient in refining art, and is ranked among the Penglai three immortals by virtue of refining. He seldom refines magic weapons for the monks of pill formation. If it weren't for the friendship between the gods of the gods and the Sanjue, the Sanjue would not. Help refine a flying shuttle.

　　 was able to obtain the flying magic weapon personally refined by the real Sanjue, Lu Yunjie was ecstatic.

　　 Real Sanjue exhorted a few words and made Lu Yunjie retreat.

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　　 Jinxia Island, Yulian Peak, a secluded courtyard.

　　 Ye Xue and three Jizhu monks were sitting in the stone pavilion and tasting tea and discussing Taoism. All four of them were second-order talisman masters.

　　 Ye Xue met a group of talisman masters and held regular exchange meetings to learn from each other and increase their relationship.

　　 "Mrs. Han, we have known each other for so long and have not seen your husband. I wonder if we can see your husband today?"

　　 A handsome young man in white clothes asked politely~lightnovelpub.net~ His surname is Li Mingsheng, who was born in Qingyangmen.

　　 They have been acquainted with Ye Xue for a short time. They have all met Ye Xin, but they have never met Han Changming.

　　 Li Sheng was a little envious of Han Changming, and married his sister Hua.

　　 "You are not here at the right time, and your husband is practicing in retreat. If you have time someday, I will definitely recommend you."

　　 Ye Xue said in an apologetic tone, they had been outside for two years, and Han Changming was either practicing in retreat or going to sea to hunt monsters. She had no chance to introduce Han Changming to others.

　　 "You don't need to change the day, you can do it now."

　　 Han Changming's hearty voice suddenly sounded, and when the voice fell, Han Changming walked out with a faint smile on his face.

　　 "Husband, you are out of customs."

　　 Ye Xuexi smiled, with Han Changming in her eyes.

　　 Li Sheng frowned, he could naturally see that Ye Xue cared about Han Changming very much.

　　 "Husband, let me introduce you. This is Daoyou Li, Daoyou Sun, and Daoyou Zhao."

　　 Ye Xue pointed to Li Sheng and the three of them introduced.

　　Han Changming clasped his fists in both hands, and said politely: "Under Han Changming, I have met three Taoist friends."

　　

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