Farming in the Immortal Mansion

Lin Qingcheng, the incarnation of Fairy Youyue, was about to arrive at the Demon Saint Palace. A look of solemnity flashed in her phoenix eyes, and she took out a sachet-like storage bag, not avoiding Hongtang, Siko Tingyan and others beside her. It was given to Ye Ling.

"Take it! I can't go into the Demon Sealing Wasteland with you. I can only guard outside the Demon Saint Palace with the two Nascent Soul Ancestors, waiting for your news. There are treasures below the sixth level in the sachet. At the critical moment, you can Use it to save your life! Xia Tong and the three orchid disciples will be left to you to take care of them. If anything happens, you are the only one to ask! In addition, no matter who among you is the first to find the soul of the demon saint, I will All of them will be rewarded generously and can occupy the position of Lord of Youyue City."

After saying that, Lin Qingcheng walked towards the Youyue Immortal Sect team led by Chen Guirong and the others under the surprised gazes of Xia Tong and Siko Tingyan.

Ye Ling picked up the sachet and scanned it with his consciousness, a strange look appeared on his face.

Zijuan asked quietly: "Strange! Why doesn't she go with our team? Captain, don't you try to persuade her?"

However, Xia Tong seemed to be shocked, while Sikou Tingyan was surprised and doubtful. The two women looked at each other in shock and said in shock: "Her accent sounds like she is a fairy! Could it be that the ancestor is coming?"

Ye Ling nodded silently, and Qingwan also nodded and said, "Yes! Lin Qingcheng is the incarnation of Fairy Youyue, and I invited her here."

As soon as these words came out, Hongtang and Xiaotao were fine, but Sikou Tingyan, Xia Tong and Zijuan were almost frightened. Their beautiful faces turned pale with shock. They looked at Lin Qingcheng's back anxiously, and the temples on their foreheads were red. Sweat.

Even white-faced Confucian scholar Hong Guanlin and physical practitioner Yao Guangxu were stunned for a long time, and it took them a long time to react. Hong Guanlin looked at the sachet storage bag in Ye Ling's hand and said coquettishly: "The storage bag given by Fairy Youyue must be a priceless treasure. I wonder if it is some kind of life-saving thing? Can the captain open Xiaosheng's eyes?" "

Ye Ling said calmly: "There are many people on the Dharma boat, so it is difficult to see. When we get to the Demon-Sealing Tomb, we will use it when it is time. Just don't worry."

Hong Guanlin had no choice but to give up.

At this moment, the Earth Crystal Dharma Ship penetrated deep into the underworld. Through the Earth Crystal-colored light shield, the monks of the Sea Expeditionary Vanguard Army could see the sea outside the ship. The air of death was everywhere, like black smoke!

Some are like landscapes splashed with ink, some are like black silk ribbons tumbling in the sea, and some are gathered into groups, like will-o'-the-wisps, traveling wantonly through the underworld and hitting the earth crystal light shield of the Dharma ship. It can even cause a slight tremor.

The ancestor of Tiandan at the stern of the boat said loudly: "It's the ghost of the underworld! Before reaching the Demon Saint Palace, the ghost guard was alerted. Fellow Daoist Zhou, go around! Bypass the Demon Saint Palace and go straight to the Demon-Sealed Wasteland Tomb!"

Zhou Tong'an, the ancestor of the Zhou family, seems to be a little wary of the ghost guards of the Demon Saint Palace, especially since the Earth Crystal Dharma Ship also carries a sea expedition vanguard composed of more than 700 foundation-building monks, and Zhou Tong'an has to ensure their safety. , we can only control the magic ship and try to avoid the ghost guards.

The Dharma boat turned southeast, almost touching the bottom of the sea, and traveled hundreds of miles.

Ye Ling grabbed the side of the boat and looked outside. He saw that the corals here were different from other places. They were white corals like skeletons with ferocious edges and corners. Even the sea sand was very gray, making the Minghai Sea look unusually deserted. There were only clusters of white corals. The ghostly death energy was everywhere, it was extremely weird.

call!

A large mass of deathly energy, like a black hurricane, swept across the bottom of the sea and moved quickly towards the French ship!

"Here we come! Fengzu, let's go to battle!"

The ancestor of Tiandan, Venerable White Dragon, shouted and called to Lin Qingcheng, who had transformed into Fairy Youyue. One after another, he rushed out of the earth crystal light shield and blocked the black hurricane-like mass of death energy!

All the foundation-building monks in the Dharma boat watched with amazement as the death energy dissipated, revealing a fish-man figure holding a ghost sword and bone shield! The whole body looked like it had been drilled out of a pile of charcoal, dark and shiny, which caused everyone to whisper for a while:

"Is this the ghost guard stationed at the Demon Saint Palace?"

"It should be! Depending on the situation, it is at least comparable to the cultivation of a demon cultivator!"

"Ahem, my eyes have been opened today. This fish man seems to have been dead for a long time. Could it be that he has become a ghost cultivator?"

"In my opinion, these ghost guards are probably the dead subordinates of the Great Demon Saint of the East China Sea. Their ghosts are still lingering in front of the Demon Saint's Palace. Over time, they have formed such a body!"