The Immortal Spiritual Picture

Hearing this, the faces of the monks present all turned ugly.

Because they really couldn't imagine what kind of disaster could cause the entire world's creatures to be wiped out. Could it be the legendary demons?

At the same time, in Tianfeng City, Qixing Pavilion.

Jin Sanchi looked at the chessboard with a tangled expression, his mustache trembling.

On the chessboard, the black pieces had been chased to a corner by the white pieces, and they were about to be wiped out.

Sitting opposite Jin Sanchi was the young man from Tiangongmen.

"How is it?

Old man Jin, are you convinced now?"

The young man from Tiangongmen threw the white piece in his hand up and caught it, and said with a smile.

Beside them, a baby-faced girl sat at a low table, watching them play chess with a smile.

Jin Sanchi scratched his messy head, not wanting to admit his defeat.

However, the next moment, the three gods of transformation present raised their heads at the same time, with a flash of surprise in their eyes.

The baby-faced girl looked at the boy from Tiangongmen, tilted her head, and asked:

"Fellow Daoist Han's old friend is here, won't you go and see him?"

The boy from Tiangongmen sneered

"What are you talking about, Fairy Leng?

If this person can be considered my old friend, then there is no enemy of mine in this world."

Jin Sanchi took the opportunity to clean up the battle and gather the chess pieces,

"I didn't expect that the demon clan would also come.

It's just that he is so unconcealed, it seems that he doesn't take the Zhou family's people seriously!

I remember that the eldest lady of the Zhou family didn't seem to have a good temper, right?"

The Zhou family has been powerful for thousands of years, and there are many rules in Tianfeng City. Not to mention that Yuanying cultivators have to restrain their tempers and behave themselves in the city, even gods of transformation have to restrain their breath in the city and walk on two legs in a disciplined manner.

What they just noticed was an undisguised aura of the demon race in the early stage of transformation.

When the young man surnamed Han from Tiangongmen and the baby-faced Fairy Leng heard this, a trace of fear flashed in their eyes.

Fairy Leng lowered her head and thought for a while

"Didn't they say that the young lady has been in seclusion for many years and rarely comes out?

When I came to Dazhou a few decades ago, I only saw the emperor of Dazhou, Daoist Fellow Zhou Bo..."

At this moment, a thunder sounded out of thin air!

Jin Sanchi touched his mustache.

He just said it!

After a few breaths, a tall and thin young man with a paralyzed face walked in carrying a charred human-shaped object.

The tall and thin young man walked into the house, threw the things in his hand on the ground, walked to a low couch, and knelt down.

"My sister asked me to entertain a few Taoist friends."

The young man surnamed Han from Tiangongmen looked at the charred mass on the ground, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"Where is this dragon from?"

The tall and thin young man asked.

Leng Xianzi and Jin Sanchi, who were also looking at the charred mass on the ground, turned their eyes to the young man surnamed Han.

The young man surnamed Han twitched his lips,

"The young patriarch of the South China Sea Jiaolong clan has just advanced to the God of Transformation for less than a hundred years, and has never been disciplined.

Fellow Daoist Gengchen, he... "

The young man surnamed Han was not really concerned about this ignorant Jiaolong, but if this Jiaolong really died, the Jiaolong clan would go crazy, and the South China Sea would be in chaos again.

It would be fine at ordinary times, but now that the great catastrophe of unknown origin is pressing on the human race, it is not a good time to fight. M.

Zhou Gengchen said indifferently:

"It's just a demon-killing divine thunder, it won't kill you.

It's good to be struck more often."

His sister always knows how to do things.

If it weren't for this ignorant Jiao walking around in Tianfeng City, baring its fangs and claws at the monks in the city, and not knowing how to restrain its breath, his sister would not bother to take action.

Jin Sanchi was silent for a while.

Who would want to be hit by the demon-killing thunder of a late-stage spirit-transforming cultivator, even if it would be beneficial?

Anyway, he, who was in the middle stage of the spirit-transforming cultivator, didn't want to be hit.

The young man surnamed Han from the Tiangong Sect didn't want to be hit either.

Of course, Fairy Leng didn't want to be hit even more.

Seeing the atmosphere gradually drop to freezing point, Fairy Leng asked:

"It's been a long time since I last saw you, and your cultivation seems to have improved a lot. I congratulate you."

Zhou Gengchen nodded,

"More Fairy Leng.

It's been a long time since I last saw you, and Fairy Leng has become more and more beautiful."

Fairy Leng smiled from the bottom of her heart.

The young man surnamed Han opened his mouth in shock, not because of Zhou Gengchen's words, but because he was amazed that this guy could actually say polite words.

At this moment, the humanoid object on the ground slowly woke up.

Jiao Shisan felt dizzy and had a splitting headache, as if he was about to grow horns.

He only remembered that he was happily jumping around in Tianfeng City, when suddenly a purple-gold divine thunder with a thickness of more than ten feet came down from the sky. The aura of the thunder was extremely terrifying, just like the thunder of the tribulation he had experienced a hundred years ago.

He was so scared that he fainted all of a sudden.

Then he woke up and fainted again after being struck by thunder.

Jiao Shisan sat up cross-legged, reached out and touched his head, and sighed in disappointment after finding that no dragon horns had grown.

However, at this moment, he noticed that there seemed to be many more people around him.

He turned his head and saw that among these people, there was only one person he had some impression of.

"Um, what is Tian Han, where is this?

Who are these people?

Who struck me?"

Jiao Shisan asked the young man surnamed Han from Tiangongmen.

For a moment, the young man surnamed Han wanted to eat dragon meat.

At the same time, the demon tribe of the South China Sea.

In the dragon's lair.

The dragon with dragon whiskers lay on the shiny gemstone bed, a little worried about his son who didn't have much brain.

Originally, it could be sent to someone else, but the other sons and daughters had too much resentment with the human race. If they went to Zhongzhou, it would be easy to fight with the human race. If they were in other places, it would be fine. The fierce woman in Zhongzhou was more difficult to deal with than Liu Chengzhi of the Liu family. In order to show that he had no intention of being an enemy of the Zhou family, the chief of the dragon clan specially sent Jiao Shisan, who always liked the human race.

It's just to ask a question, there shouldn't be any problem, right?

Thinking so, the chief of the dragon clan turned over and fell asleep.

At the same time, in the East Desert.

The mountains where the Great Demon King Qingwen was in seclusion, originally a beautiful mountain range, were turned into a barren wasteland with no grass and gravel on the ground by the thunder and fire of the heavenly tribulation.

However, the spiritual energy here has reached a higher level than before, and it seems that it will soon be promoted to the sixth-level spiritual vein.

A giant green-striped python was lying in the deep pit, with two pointed small bags on its head, as if it was about to grow horns.

A flash of green light passed by, and the giant python disappeared, and the Great Green-striped Demon King appeared in the deep pit.

No, it may not be appropriate to call him the Great Green-striped Demon King at this moment, because he has already advanced to the sixth level, and he should be called the Demon Ancestor.

At this moment, the Green-striped Demon Ancestor, who has already advanced to the sixth level, has a kind of pride in his heart that looks down on everything, but this pride disappears after hearing Liu Mo's report.

"What did you say?

Is the Yuyang Realm about to encounter a catastrophe?"

The Green-striped demons stared at Liu Mo in disbelief, as if Liu Mo would eat him alive if he said something wrong.