Chapter 6: Taoist attack

Chapter 6: Taoist attack　

"Senior brother, we don't have many spiritual treasures in our hands. If we release the Hanging Peak at this time, the elders may have some thoughts that they shouldn't have." In a secret room in Zizaitian, there is a man known as the Demon Boy who is obsessed with the sky. Zhang Mingxin said with some worry.　　

"We don't have much time left. The pillars of the sect have all been evacuated. At this time, we can only use the most intuitive and visible means to quickly convince those true immortals in order to survive the upcoming changes and seize the opportunity!" Zhao Wuliang's voice was calm but very convincing, "Besides, those losers who have been ascending for many years but can't even touch a Dao Fruit and can only live in the position of elders and wait to die, why should you and I, my fellow apprentices, be afraid of them? ?"　　

"Senior brother is right, but Xuanxuan Peak is a spiritual treasure after all. How have those casual cultivators ever seen such a treasure? In terms of deterrence, it is definitely not as good as my title of Mysterious Demon Boy, junior brother." Although Zhang Mingxin was very worried. He believed in his senior brother's decision, but from the bottom of his heart he looked down on the demon cultivators outside Zi Zai Tian.　　

"Stop talking nonsense!" Zhao Wuliang's face suddenly turned cold. He knew that although his junior brother was extremely talented in cultivation, he was like a naughty boy in appearance and mind. If he allowed such wrong thoughts With attitude, the consequences may be disastrous.　　

But seeing his junior brother's flinching expression due to his scolding, Zhao Wuliang's heart softened again, and he had no choice but to say gently: "Don't underestimate any of the true immortals in the Demon Sect, they are all The person who fought his way out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, let alone you, even if you are my brother, you may not be able to defeat every one of them."　　

Seeing that his junior brother had realized something, Zhao Wuliang continued: "Put away your thoughts that you shouldn't have. You can be arrogant on the face, but you can never let go of the caution in your heart!"　　

"Yes, senior brother! Junior brother knows."　　"Then you can go to Xuanxuan Peak to host the meeting!"　　

"As you command!"　　

At the same time, Wang Yuan and the others, under the guidance of Zi Zai Tian's disciples, took their seats in a palace with an extremely large internal area. Wang Yuan was chatting with Huai Changqing and observing the demon cultivators present, which made him feel strange. It was because I didn't see anyone present who could surpass the cultivation level of a true immortal.　　

"Maybe they were assigned to other palaces." Wang Yuan guessed in his heart. It was normal to give him different treatment according to his cultivation level, but Wang Yuan felt that something was wrong.　　

After chatting for a long time, the person presiding over the meeting from Zi Zaitian did not appear. If this was not the largest sect of the Demon Sect, and the delicacies on the jade plate in front of them were extremely precious, the demon cultivators present would probably start a riot.　　

Huai Changqing and Hei Ji had already left their seats and went to chat with friends. Wang Yuan looked around and found with some embarrassment that his popularity seemed to be a little bad. Among the many demon cultivators and true immortals, except Huai Chang No one but Qing and Qing knew each other.　　

"If it weren't for the threat of Huiji's bald donkey, I might not even be familiar with the two neighbors Huai Changqing and Heiji. Thinking about it, I should really thank Monk Huiji. Well, I won't call him bald donkey in the future. Come on!" Wang Yuan, who had been a homebody for two lifetimes, thought sincerely.　　Wang Yuan was not the only one sitting in his seat alone in the field. Not far to the left of Wang Yuan was a figure wearing an apricot-yellow robe. Looking at the figure, which was as strong as a hill, it was even more powerful than the Black Halberd Ghost King. It should all be bigger.　　

"Looking at that figure, he must have also practiced military skills, or was born in a killing battle like Black Halberd, but why is he wearing an apricot yellow Taoist robe?" With curiosity, Wang Yuan decided to step forward and have a chat. There is no need to worry about one's own safety in this free world.　　But when Wang Yuan got closer, he realized that he had been wrong. It was not that he was unsociable like himself, but that his aura was really uncomfortable.　　

Not entering the three realms and six realms, being extremely dirty, extremely evil, extremely evil, extremely evil, and being rejected by heaven and earth.　　

A zombie with true immortal cultivation has a natural gas field that even a demon cultivator would find difficult to accept.　　

But Wang Yuan is not a person who gives up halfway. More importantly, he is also very curious about zombies. The influence of Uncle Ying's movies is of great importance.　　Suppressing the natural disgust in his heart, Wang Yuan came to the man's side.　　

"Wang Yuan, the real person with white bones, I don't know what to call him?"　　

"Zombie Taoist Yue Wudi." The name fits the figure very well, but his tone is unexpectedly gentle and elegant.　　

"I'm embarrassed, what should I say next? Could it be that this is the first time I see a zombie with true immortal cultivation, and I came here to see it as a surprise? So I will be beaten, right? With my thin arms and legs, I didn't wait If you take out the magic weapon, you will be hammered into glutinous rice cakes!" Wang Yuan had a kind smile on his face, but he was extremely panicked in his heart. He had overestimated his social skills before, but he was numb at the scene.

"I wonder what you are doing, friend?" The gentle tone did not change due to Wang Yuan's dullness, but further pushed Wang Yuan to the cliff of social incompetence.　　

"As a zombie, why do you wear an apricot Taoist robe? Wouldn't it cause harm to you?" Wang Yuan asked, pointing to the electric light that appeared from time to time between Yue Wudi's skin and the Taoist robe.　　

Yue Wudi was obviously stunned when he heard this. It was obvious that this question caught him off guard. The skinny old man named Wang Yuan in front of him was looking at him with focused and determined eyes, obviously he wanted to know the answer.　　

"I don't know what to say, I'm just asking casually, and I hope you can answer casually!" Wang Yuan felt that his sincere eyes could convey his thoughts to the other party. UU read a book www. uukａnshu.comｍ　　

"A gift from an old friend, I can't bear to give it away." Yue Wudi said with emotion, while staring at Wang Yuan. He didn't know whether the other party was satisfied with this answer. Yue Wudi, who had been lonely for a long time, valued this comrade who dared to talk to him. .　　

A wordless silence filled the air between the two true immortals of the Demon Sect.　　Fortunately, Zhang Mingxin, who was arranged to chair the meeting, finally arrived and broke the embarrassment. Wang Yuan, who returned to his seat, breathed a sigh of relief.　　

"How did Master Wang get acquainted with Na Yue Wudi?" Black Halberd asked via voice transmission. "It is rumored that that man was a famous mortal general in his lifetime and mastered many lost military secrets. If zombies were not evil for heaven, the military gang would Immortals have long since snatched people from the Demon Sect."　　

"Accidental acquaintance, accidental acquaintance!" The speech at the opening of the conference was boring no matter where it was. If it were not about Yue Wudi, Wang Yuan would be willing to chat with Heiji through a message.　　

But now he just wanted to be quietly bored and forget about the failed and embarrassing conversation.　　

"Squeak-" A sound like a sharp instrument scraping glass interrupted Zhang Mingxin, who was talking happily in front of the hall.　　The demon boy who was obsessed with the sky was angry and was about to find the culprit, but there was another crisp sound of broken glass. Zhang Mingxin, who finally realized that something was wrong, changed his expression rapidly.　　

Ignoring the still confused demon cultivators in the field, he appeared outside the main hall in a flash. When Zhang Mingxin raised his head, he happened to see a golden bridge that was a hundred feet wide and could not be seen at the other end coming through the air. It could easily hit it. It shattered many defensive formations and reached the center of Zizaitian.　　

Amidst the rumbling and muffled sound, the inverted hanging peak that had always been stable and abnormal could not help but shake. Many demon cultivators poured out of the hall, and those with extraordinary insight had already recognized the origin of the golden bridge.　　

They all exclaimed: "Tai Chi Golden Bridge!"