Chapter 227 Mixed Sword Immortal

"Hey! Come on, master, my old pig will go right away."

Zhu Bajie carried the nine-tooth nail rake and said with a grin, "This time I will follow you on the eastward journey. That is the emperor who the master personally begged for."

Otherwise, it might not be his turn.

I heard from Master that this monk's background is not simple. He is probably a reincarnated person. In his previous life, he was a very important person in ancient history.

Therefore, one can become a so-called destiny person.

This opportunity was hard to come by, and he had positioned himself to serve this person as well as possible. When he succeeds in the future, he will have his own benefits.

It is impossible to directly become the Holy Lord level, but it should be enough for him to take a half-step and become a half-step Holy Lord level.

This step has trapped many middle-level peaks to death. Even he has been staying here for tens of thousands of years and cannot make any progress. He must seize this opportunity.

Zhu Bajie returned not long after he left, holding a true god-level tiger monster in his hand. Even the corpse exuded a wild aura.

"Master, don't blame me. The monsters in this world are all wild and reckless. It is inevitable that they have a certain recklessness. They are not as good as what we ate when we passed through those fairy countries before."

Zhu Bajie opened his mouth, peeled and cleaned them skillfully, then put them on skewers and grilled them, and also made a big pot to make soup.

"Haha, I didn't expect that there is a demon god entrenched in this little Black Wind Ridge. You can be regarded as getting rid of one harm in the Eight Realms."

Tang Sanzian laughed, sat directly on a big rock, and lay half-lying on the ground with his head held casually.

"Hey, master, the origin of this tiger demon is probably that it was released by the Immortal Sect nearby.

I know the faces of these immortal sects best. How do you say that? Respect yourself! Yes, respect yourself! "

Sun Xingzhe, who was holding the Heaven-reaching Immortal Stick in his hand, was playing with the stick casually and said nonchalantly.

"Oh? Really? Can it still be like this?"

Tang San was a little surprised, and then he laughed, "Okay! Eat quickly! After you finish eating, don't make any move. I will level this Black Wind Ridge with my own hands!"

"Master, don't listen to senior brother's nonsense. This is called strategy. There is no one in the entire continent who doesn't do this. We can't control it."

Zhu Bajie flipped the skewers with one hand and stirred the soup pot with a spoon in the other hand.

These places are the private areas of the major immortal sects. Killing a true god and monster is nothing.

But if anyone really dares to make peace, then he is declaring war.

"Hehe, you're right, this is called strategy." Sun Xingzhe said with a smile, walked to the soup pot and scooped out a bowl of broth.

"It's too light, too light. Add more salt. When you passed by the Zisha Kingdom before, didn't you get some snowflake salt? Put some more quickly."

"I know, I know, it's not ready yet, you're really in a hurry."

After a while, the aroma of meat wafted, and the four masters and disciples sat together. Zhu Bajie picked up an extra-large skewer and handed it to Sha Wujing.

"Junior Brother Sha, here it is! This is big enough!"

Sha Wujing took the skewers and said, "Thank you, Second Senior Brother."

"No matter how polite you are, we are all one family!" Zhu Bajie said with a grin.

When he was in charge of the imperial intelligence department, he once saw a secret file.

He, Junior Brother Sha, had lived in Immortal Linglong's Pantaoyuan for a long time.

Where is Pantaoyuan?

That is the forbidden land of Immortal Linglong. On weekdays, except for the Immortal Peach who can enter for one day during the ripening period of the peaches once in a hundred years, when has anyone been able to live there permanently?

Moreover, in the years when Junior Brother Sha lived in the Peach Garden, the production of flat peaches decreased a lot.

It is naturally self-evident where the few have gone.

It's okay to say this kind of relationship

Hiss~pop!

Suddenly, Zhu Bajie took a breath and slapped himself, while the other three were stunned.

"Ah, haha! Mosquito! It's a mosquito! This useless mosquito bites me six to seven thousand times a day. It's really hateful! Can't it be worth tens of thousands? It's so angry that it should be shot to death!"

"Hahaha! The meat is so fragrant! The soup is so fragrant!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter deep in the mountains, and a sword light suddenly arrived.

The sword light disappeared, revealing a middle-aged man wearing the costume of the Changsheng Sword Sect. He had a face as beautiful as a crown jewel, a beard as beautiful as a god, and he was extremely handsome.

There was a fairy sword on his waist, a wine gourd in his hand, and he drank a lot of wine.

"Hybrid Sword Immortal? Why are you here? Could it be that you are the one who is going to face this difficulty? Are you going to fight me, Old Sun, for another 300 rounds?"

Sun Xingzhe stood up and gently swung the fairy stick in his hand.

The difficult fight before was very enjoyable, and he really wanted to do it again.

"No, no, my trouble is over. Who would still want to fight with you? You know how to fight and kill all day long. Did you forget about the time when you were hung up and whipped by the Emperor?"

Hun Jianxian walked towards the fire as he spoke, picked up a skewer of barbecue and ate it with great pleasure, one mouthful of meat and one mouthful of wine.

"Donor Hu, pour some of your wine for the monk, it smells like good wine!"

Tang Sanzang picked up the alms bowl given by the emperor's ancestor and stretched it out in front of Hun Sword Immortal.

"I don't have much wine! I stole it from my father."

Hun Jianxian held the wine gourd and poured wine into the alms bowl.

Tang San's eyes lit up when he heard this, who is Hun Sword Immortal's father? That's the Black and White Sword Ancestor!

The first level existence under the Holy Lord! Even if he becomes a half-step Holy Master after slaying the eight realms, he will still be half a head shorter than the Black and White Sword Ancestor.

The five of them ate wine and meat, and the time soon came to noon.

Zhu Bajie patted his belly and looked at Hun Jianxian, "Hun Jianxian, you didn't come here just to eat meat this time, did you?"

He didn't believe that Hun Jianxian was just passing by in this wilderness, and he didn't believe that Hun Jianxian could smell the meat aroma in Changsheng Valley from such a distance.

He must have come here for something!

Hun Jianxian smacked his lips, still savoring the taste of the wine. Dad's wine is really strong!

Supporting his somewhat weak body, he held his cheek and looked at Zhu Bajie.

"Old Pig, this time, I actually came here to remind you specially~hiccup~."

As soon as these words came out, the four masters and apprentices couldn't help but look over.

Hun Jianxian smiled, "You should also know that this Black Wind Ridge is the third difficulty set by our Sword Sect and Xingluo Xianzong."

Speaking of this, he looked up at the sky, "Recordant Immortal Official! Is there anything wrong with what I said?"

Several immortal shadows emerged, and the leader was speechless.

If it were a normal time, it would naturally not be allowed, but this time it was different. The superiors personally issued an order to watch the Black Wind Ridge Tribulation.

"Okay. The superiors have ordered that we and other recorders should not be called before the Black Wind Ridge Tribulation is over."

After that, the figures of these recorders disappeared.

"No, Hunjianxian, what is going on? Why is it so serious?" Sun Xingzhe asked.

Hunjianxian burped, "I'm kindly reminding you, don't say it was me who said it!"

"Don't worry about this, we will keep our mouths shut!" Sun Xingzhe said.

Hunjianxian looked around and lowered his head slightly, "I'm telling you, the gatekeeper of Black Wind Ridge this time is Elder Qin from my Sword Sect!"