Chapter 1036 Monk Wangchen
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Xiao Shi Yi Mo
Chapter 1036 Monk Wangchen
The South China Sea, the ancient sea.
Most of this sea area is under the rule of the barbarians, and the smaller half is under the rule of the sea people.
The barbarians used to be extremely brilliant. The human race, the monster race and the sea race all depend on the face of the barbarian race. The human race is the weakest race. Time has passed and the barbarian race has declined. In order to survive, they have to join forces with the sea race and the monster race to fight against the growing strength. Terran.
The barbarians are divided into several tribes. The Huoman tribe is a relatively powerful tribe. There are as many as seven Nascent Soul monks alone. The Huoman tribe sent people to fight and gained a lot of benefits.
The main island of the Huo Man tribe is Huo Li Island, and there are three secondary islands with fourth-order spiritual veins. Yan Feng is the high priest of the Huo Man tribe, and he is in the late Yuanying period.
Yanfeng retreats all the year round and sits on Huoli Island, and the other three sub-islands are occupied by three Yuanying monks.
The Yaozu and Haizu invited the Huoman tribe to join the battle, and the Huoman tribe sent two Nascent Soul monks and twenty Dandan monks to join the battle.
The Huoman tribe invested a lot of capital, and naturally reaped a lot of benefits, and a steady stream of cultivation resources were transported back from the front line.
In a secret room in the Holy Mansion, Yan Feng sat cross-legged on the futon, his eyes slightly closed, red spirit patterns spread all over his body, and a layer of red flame appeared on his body, as if being submerged in flames.
A sound transmission talisman flew in suddenly, Yan Feng seemed to sense it, the red spirit pattern on his body dissipated, the flame disappeared, he opened his eyes, and there was a faint red light in them.
Yan Feng crushed the sound transmission talisman, and a hurried voice suddenly sounded: "It's not good, High Priest, Huoying Island was attacked, and two monks in the early stage of Nascent Soul were attacking Huoying Island. Elder Yan couldn't resist, so he sent someone to teleport Report back and ask for reinforcements."
Yan Feng frowned, his eyes became gloomy.
He had expected this day since he sent people to participate in the big battle, but fortunately he also kept back.
He took out a blue shell and punched in a formula. Countless runes appeared on the surface of the shell, and a cheerful male voice suddenly sounded: "Fellow Daoist Yan, what advice do you have? The poor monk is busy!"
There was a faint seductive moan of a woman, accompanied by a muffled crackling sound.
"Wang Chen, there are two Nascent Soul cultivators attacking Fire Eagle Island, please go to Fire Eagle Island and cooperate with Yan Oak to finish them off. With your strength, it shouldn't be difficult!"
"Wait a while, the poor monk is done with his work, hurry over there right away, don't worry! It won't delay the big event, but to destroy them, you have to send me two Sea Clans in the alchemy stage, the immortal cultivators are tired of playing."
Yan Feng frowned slightly, and said: "Okay, the premise is that you want to kill them, so hurry up and leave!"
"Understood, it will be fine soon."
A red island, seen from a high altitude, looks like a giant eagle flying high.
There is an extinct volcano on Huoying Island, which is full of fire aura. Yanli has the cultivation base of the early Yuanying, and is responsible for sitting on Huoying Island.
Outside Huoying Island, a wave of more than ten feet high rose from the sea. Wang Ruyan sat coiled on top of the wave, playing the piano intently, while Wang Changsheng stood aside with an indifferent expression.
They followed other Nascent Soul monks to the rear and were responsible for attacking the Huoman tribe.
There are ten Nascent Soul monks and twenty Alchemy monks in this operation.
Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan were in charge of harassing Huoying Island to attract the attention of the enemy, two Nascent Soul monks were in charge of harassing another island, and the remaining six Nascent Soul monks were in charge of attacking the main island of the Huoman tribe.
Without the presence of other monks, Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan could deal with the barbarians without any scruples. The barbarians are foreign races, so they might not know Zhenhaizong's clan suppression skills.
A gleaming red light curtain covered the entire Fire Eagle Island, and there were clusters of red flames on the surface of the light curtain.
The sound of the piano is melodious, which makes people feel very comfortable listening to it, and the body is light and light.
Wang Ruyan has already entered the Nascent Soul stage, and it is not what it used to be.
On Firehawk Island, the low-ranking barbarians looked obsessed, their bodies danced uncontrollably, apparently caught in an illusion.
The island guard formation on Huoying Island is the Jiugong Tianyan formation, which has both offense and defense, but it cannot defend against rhythm attacks.
There is no all-powerful formation in the world, so it must have its strengths. The Jiugong Tianyan formation focuses on attack, and its defense is not very strong.
Rumble!
A deafening roar sounded, and dozens of giant fireballs the size of water tanks flew out of the red light curtain, smashing towards Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan.
Wang Changsheng's expression was normal, and he slammed his right fist towards the void of the sea, and a strong wind swept out, and the calm sea suddenly sank, as if an invisible big hand had slapped it, splashing hundreds of feet high waves.
A huge roar sounded, dozens of giant fireballs were swallowed by the waves, and disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared before.
On Huoying Island, the eyes of Yan Oak were gloomy. The people in the foundation building period couldn't bear it at all, and most of them passed out. More than a dozen people in the foundation building period died under the illusion, and some alchemy cultivators also began to have hallucinations.
Yan Li entered the Nascent Soul Stage less than 50 years ago. He is not a reckless person. On the surface, there are two Nascent Soul cultivators. Who knows if there are other Nascent Soul cultivators hiding in the dark?He wouldn't rush out to meet the enemy without authorization, but the enemy has a tone repairer, if they don't go out to meet the enemy, the longer it takes, the more passive they will be.
The sound of the zither became hasty, and the eyes of some barbarians in the alchemy stage became obsessed, and they sacrificed their magic weapons and attacked their companions frantically.
There are constant rumbling explosions, and the destructive power of the alchemy monks is relatively large. It is still difficult to subdue the alchemy monks.
Yan Li's face became ugly, why didn't the clan send people over?Could it be that there is more than one enemy?And other enemies?
A stern look flashed across his eyes, and several spells hit the formation disk, the formation disk was full of light, and a layer of red flame emerged.
The runes on the surface of the red light curtain were brightly lit, and more than a dozen thick red pillars of fire flew out, like a roaring dragon, and rushed towards Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan.
Wang Ruyan's face turned cold, and she pulled up a string with two fingers.
A burst of passionate piano sounded, and a blue sound wave swept out.
Rumble!
When more than a dozen pillars of red fire touched the blue sound waves, they exploded immediately and turned into a large sea of red flames. The calm sea surface violently rolled over, splashing up waves several tens of feet high, extinguishing these red flames.
A cold light flashed in Wang Ruyan's eyes, and the sound of the piano suddenly became hurried, giving people the feeling of being in a battlefield where thousands of troops are fighting.
During the pill formation period, the blood flow of the barbarians accelerated, their breathing became rapid, their heartbeats accelerated, and their hearts were about to burst out at any time.
"Elder Yan, we can't take it anymore, let's go out and fight!"
"That's right! Let her continue to play, we will definitely die."
The barbarians in the alchemy stage called for battle one after another, and if they let the enemy do nothing, they would surely die.
"Okay, the poor monk is here. It's just two monks in the early stage of Nascent Soul, and they have made you so embarrassed."
A male voice full of sarcasm sounded.
A golden light flew down to Yanli's side, and the golden light was a golden robed monk with a pot belly, big ears, obscene eyes, a string of golden Buddhist beads in his left hand, and he was in the early Yuanying period.
Seeing the golden robed monk, Yan Li breathed a sigh of relief.
The golden-robed monk’s name is Wangchen. He is a Buddhist cultivator. To be precise, he is a Buddhist cultivator who defected from the Western Desert. Master Wangchen has practiced in Buddhism for many years. The female monks of the Huo tribe have all suffered from his murderous hands, and the human, monster and sea tribes have all issued huge rewards for this person. If Yanfeng from the Huoman tribe hadn't taken in Monk Wangchen, Monk Wangchen would have died so many times.
(End of this chapter)
The South China Sea, the ancient sea.
Most of this sea area is under the rule of the barbarians, and the smaller half is under the rule of the sea people.
The barbarians used to be extremely brilliant. The human race, the monster race and the sea race all depend on the face of the barbarian race. The human race is the weakest race. Time has passed and the barbarian race has declined. In order to survive, they have to join forces with the sea race and the monster race to fight against the growing strength. Terran.
The barbarians are divided into several tribes. The Huoman tribe is a relatively powerful tribe. There are as many as seven Nascent Soul monks alone. The Huoman tribe sent people to fight and gained a lot of benefits.
The main island of the Huo Man tribe is Huo Li Island, and there are three secondary islands with fourth-order spiritual veins. Yan Feng is the high priest of the Huo Man tribe, and he is in the late Yuanying period.
Yanfeng retreats all the year round and sits on Huoli Island, and the other three sub-islands are occupied by three Yuanying monks.
The Yaozu and Haizu invited the Huoman tribe to join the battle, and the Huoman tribe sent two Nascent Soul monks and twenty Dandan monks to join the battle.
The Huoman tribe invested a lot of capital, and naturally reaped a lot of benefits, and a steady stream of cultivation resources were transported back from the front line.
In a secret room in the Holy Mansion, Yan Feng sat cross-legged on the futon, his eyes slightly closed, red spirit patterns spread all over his body, and a layer of red flame appeared on his body, as if being submerged in flames.
A sound transmission talisman flew in suddenly, Yan Feng seemed to sense it, the red spirit pattern on his body dissipated, the flame disappeared, he opened his eyes, and there was a faint red light in them.
Yan Feng crushed the sound transmission talisman, and a hurried voice suddenly sounded: "It's not good, High Priest, Huoying Island was attacked, and two monks in the early stage of Nascent Soul were attacking Huoying Island. Elder Yan couldn't resist, so he sent someone to teleport Report back and ask for reinforcements."
Yan Feng frowned, his eyes became gloomy.
He had expected this day since he sent people to participate in the big battle, but fortunately he also kept back.
He took out a blue shell and punched in a formula. Countless runes appeared on the surface of the shell, and a cheerful male voice suddenly sounded: "Fellow Daoist Yan, what advice do you have? The poor monk is busy!"
There was a faint seductive moan of a woman, accompanied by a muffled crackling sound.
"Wang Chen, there are two Nascent Soul cultivators attacking Fire Eagle Island, please go to Fire Eagle Island and cooperate with Yan Oak to finish them off. With your strength, it shouldn't be difficult!"
"Wait a while, the poor monk is done with his work, hurry over there right away, don't worry! It won't delay the big event, but to destroy them, you have to send me two Sea Clans in the alchemy stage, the immortal cultivators are tired of playing."
Yan Feng frowned slightly, and said: "Okay, the premise is that you want to kill them, so hurry up and leave!"
"Understood, it will be fine soon."
A red island, seen from a high altitude, looks like a giant eagle flying high.
There is an extinct volcano on Huoying Island, which is full of fire aura. Yanli has the cultivation base of the early Yuanying, and is responsible for sitting on Huoying Island.
Outside Huoying Island, a wave of more than ten feet high rose from the sea. Wang Ruyan sat coiled on top of the wave, playing the piano intently, while Wang Changsheng stood aside with an indifferent expression.
They followed other Nascent Soul monks to the rear and were responsible for attacking the Huoman tribe.
There are ten Nascent Soul monks and twenty Alchemy monks in this operation.
Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan were in charge of harassing Huoying Island to attract the attention of the enemy, two Nascent Soul monks were in charge of harassing another island, and the remaining six Nascent Soul monks were in charge of attacking the main island of the Huoman tribe.
Without the presence of other monks, Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan could deal with the barbarians without any scruples. The barbarians are foreign races, so they might not know Zhenhaizong's clan suppression skills.
A gleaming red light curtain covered the entire Fire Eagle Island, and there were clusters of red flames on the surface of the light curtain.
The sound of the piano is melodious, which makes people feel very comfortable listening to it, and the body is light and light.
Wang Ruyan has already entered the Nascent Soul stage, and it is not what it used to be.
On Firehawk Island, the low-ranking barbarians looked obsessed, their bodies danced uncontrollably, apparently caught in an illusion.
The island guard formation on Huoying Island is the Jiugong Tianyan formation, which has both offense and defense, but it cannot defend against rhythm attacks.
There is no all-powerful formation in the world, so it must have its strengths. The Jiugong Tianyan formation focuses on attack, and its defense is not very strong.
Rumble!
A deafening roar sounded, and dozens of giant fireballs the size of water tanks flew out of the red light curtain, smashing towards Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan.
Wang Changsheng's expression was normal, and he slammed his right fist towards the void of the sea, and a strong wind swept out, and the calm sea suddenly sank, as if an invisible big hand had slapped it, splashing hundreds of feet high waves.
A huge roar sounded, dozens of giant fireballs were swallowed by the waves, and disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared before.
On Huoying Island, the eyes of Yan Oak were gloomy. The people in the foundation building period couldn't bear it at all, and most of them passed out. More than a dozen people in the foundation building period died under the illusion, and some alchemy cultivators also began to have hallucinations.
Yan Li entered the Nascent Soul Stage less than 50 years ago. He is not a reckless person. On the surface, there are two Nascent Soul cultivators. Who knows if there are other Nascent Soul cultivators hiding in the dark?He wouldn't rush out to meet the enemy without authorization, but the enemy has a tone repairer, if they don't go out to meet the enemy, the longer it takes, the more passive they will be.
The sound of the zither became hasty, and the eyes of some barbarians in the alchemy stage became obsessed, and they sacrificed their magic weapons and attacked their companions frantically.
There are constant rumbling explosions, and the destructive power of the alchemy monks is relatively large. It is still difficult to subdue the alchemy monks.
Yan Li's face became ugly, why didn't the clan send people over?Could it be that there is more than one enemy?And other enemies?
A stern look flashed across his eyes, and several spells hit the formation disk, the formation disk was full of light, and a layer of red flame emerged.
The runes on the surface of the red light curtain were brightly lit, and more than a dozen thick red pillars of fire flew out, like a roaring dragon, and rushed towards Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan.
Wang Ruyan's face turned cold, and she pulled up a string with two fingers.
A burst of passionate piano sounded, and a blue sound wave swept out.
Rumble!
When more than a dozen pillars of red fire touched the blue sound waves, they exploded immediately and turned into a large sea of red flames. The calm sea surface violently rolled over, splashing up waves several tens of feet high, extinguishing these red flames.
A cold light flashed in Wang Ruyan's eyes, and the sound of the piano suddenly became hurried, giving people the feeling of being in a battlefield where thousands of troops are fighting.
During the pill formation period, the blood flow of the barbarians accelerated, their breathing became rapid, their heartbeats accelerated, and their hearts were about to burst out at any time.
"Elder Yan, we can't take it anymore, let's go out and fight!"
"That's right! Let her continue to play, we will definitely die."
The barbarians in the alchemy stage called for battle one after another, and if they let the enemy do nothing, they would surely die.
"Okay, the poor monk is here. It's just two monks in the early stage of Nascent Soul, and they have made you so embarrassed."
A male voice full of sarcasm sounded.
A golden light flew down to Yanli's side, and the golden light was a golden robed monk with a pot belly, big ears, obscene eyes, a string of golden Buddhist beads in his left hand, and he was in the early Yuanying period.
Seeing the golden robed monk, Yan Li breathed a sigh of relief.
The golden-robed monk’s name is Wangchen. He is a Buddhist cultivator. To be precise, he is a Buddhist cultivator who defected from the Western Desert. Master Wangchen has practiced in Buddhism for many years. The female monks of the Huo tribe have all suffered from his murderous hands, and the human, monster and sea tribes have all issued huge rewards for this person. If Yanfeng from the Huoman tribe hadn't taken in Monk Wangchen, Monk Wangchen would have died so many times.
(End of this chapter)
