Fengshen Wendaoxing

Lu Chuan's complexion changed, and he suddenly raised his figure and flew towards the old turtle.

At the same time as he rushed out, there was a flash behind his back, and Zixiao unsheathed the cold light, and stabbed at the old turtle with a sword, and the raindrops that fell along the way were pierced by the sword.

"Stay with you!"

A strange smile suddenly appeared on the old turtle's face, and he raised his wooden stick and swept towards him with a burst of black light, trying to knock him back.

Chi!

Unexpectedly, after rushing a few steps, Lu Chuan suddenly turned around and turned into a ball of flames and rushed into the air, but when he looked down, there was nothing unusual.

"Young man, why are you walking so fast, you haven't heard me tell you what crime you committed!"

The old turtle smiled again and said: "If you leave today, believe me, Donghai will not spare you from now on."

"Nothing at all?"

In the light of the fire, Lu Chuan frowned unexpectedly and even more puzzled: "Could it be that I was wrong just now?"

Just now he clearly felt that there was a strong aura behind him, so he chose Lao Gui's side as a breakthrough point.

But at this time there is nothing below, which is really puzzling.

"Old Gui, what should we do, this little Taoist priest is too vigilant."

A drop of water fell on the turtle's ears, and he said anxiously, "I can't get close at all, let alone use a sky net."

"Princess, wait a moment, we will do this and this later..." Laogui gave advice through voice transmission.

"What is the crime of poverty?"

Lu Chuan controlled the escape light, stood in the air and said volley.

"Isn't it a crime for you to offend my East Sea Dragon Palace by fishing for dragons at the mouth of my East Sea?"

The old turtle said to himself: "I think you are also a cultivator. In this case, I will take you to see me, the Dragon King of the East Sea, to plead guilty, and I will say a few good words for you, and this matter will be over like this."

"Then what if the poor don't go?" Lu Chuan narrowed his eyes.

"Not going?"

The old turtle sneered: "Then you've heard of my East China Sea's 'Four Lakes and Four Seas Hunting Order', unless you don't go by water from now on, or be prepared to fight against the world's aquarium!"

Lu Chuan frowned after hearing this, this is a problem.

There are tens of thousands of aquatic tribes in the world, all of which are headed by the four seas, and among the four seas, the East Sea is faintly headed.

If Donghai really issued some "chasing and killing orders from all over the world," then even if he came to kill one by one, he would not be able to kill all the aquariums in the world even if his hands were cramped.

Besides, the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas are all real dragons, existences that can fight real immortals, and his master should be polite when he meets them.

Refining the void and joining the Tao is what is often said to become a fairy after attaining the Tao.

After becoming a fairy, there are five realms of immortality: Chunyang, Taiyi, Daluo, Patriarch, and Hunyuan.

Those who are pure yang are the true immortals of Chunyang, those who are Taiyi are the immortals of Taiyi, those who are big Luo are the golden immortals of Daluo, those who are the ancestors are the great powers, and those who are mixed are the gods!

Immortal, one person, one mountain!

The so-called fairy road is like climbing a mountain alone. The higher you go, the fewer people you will reach.

There are many true immortals in the Three Realms, such as the Dragon King of the Four Seas, his master Shen Gongbao and so on.

Among the Taiyi Immortals, the more famous ones are his twelve uncles, collectively known as the Twelve Immortals of Kunlun.

In addition, there are Daluo Jinxian, and there are many among the gods, represented by Zhao Gongming who has reached this state.

As for the Patriarch, there are several powerful figures in the Three Realms. As far as he knows, Zhen Yuanzi, the Patriarch of the Earth Immortal, Patriarch Bodhi of Lingtai Fangcun, and Kunpeng, the Patriarch of the Monster Race, are all bigwigs of this level.

In the case of Tianzun, he has three patriarchs, as well as the patriarch.

If the old Dragon King is provoked, then he probably won't have a chance to run away, but... the Dragon King should go to Chentangguan Xingshi to question the crime now, right?

"How about it?"

When the old turtle saw Lu Chuan's face, he knew that Lu Chuan had moved, so he smiled and said, "Can you consider the old man's proposal?"

"good!"

With a flash in Lu Chuan's eyes, he flipped the Zixiao sword back into its sheath, fell from the sky and walked towards the old turtle with a smile: "If this is the case, it will be troublesome for Nine Thousand Years."

"Nine thousand years old?"

The old turtle was stunned, and immediately stretched out three fingers, and said with a smile: "I am not, I am his son who is eight thousand years old."

"Oh, I've looked up to you for a long time, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Lu Chuan came over and said, clasping his fists.

Boom!

Suddenly a dark cloud fell from the sky, and it hit the ground with a "bang". Looking at the dark cloud, it was clearly a huge turtle shell.

"Haha, you call me eight thousand years old for nothing..."

The tortoise shell formed a space of its own, the old tortoise proudly said to Lu Chuan, but in the middle of the conversation, his mouth widened like an egg was stuffed, and he couldn't continue.

Lu Chuan smiled and waved at him, his body suddenly glowed and turned into a puppet, which fell to the ground with a bang.

"Substitution!"

The old turtle picked it up and looked at it, then gritted his teeth and said, "Little bastard..."

After chanting the mantra, he raised his hand and swiped upwards, and the tortoise shell quickly shrank and fell behind him, like carrying a cauldron.

Clang!

Almost as soon as the turtle shell disappeared, he felt a sharp chill in his throat, and a cold purple long sword was pressed against his throat.

"Say, who are you, and what is the purpose of trying to trick the poor into going to the East China Sea?"

Lu Chuan sneered and said, "Old Gui, eight thousand years old, I know you are profound, but I don't know if stabbing your throat with a sword is any different from stabbing an ordinary person's throat?"

"same……"

The old turtle said with a dry smile, but he was already scolding his mother in his heart at this moment: "Who taught this little bastard, even I have been planted."

"Then please answer Pindao's question."

Lu Chuan smiled and said, "Eight thousand years old, you must be a smart turtle to live to such a great age, right?"

"Yes, yes, of course..."

The old turtle nodded with a smile, and suddenly shouted: "Do it!"

"you!"

Lu Chuan was furious, and after hesitating for a moment, he stabbed out with his sword.

After all, he is the son of Prime Minister Gui. If he were to be killed, he would probably be the same as Nezha, and he would be desperately killed by Prime Minister Gui.

But this sword pierced through the air.

After the old tortoise yelled, he shrank his head and feet immediately, and got into the turtle shell, becoming a veritable shrunken tortoise.

The speed at which the tortoise shrank its head was not slow at all, and Lu Chuan hesitated for a moment because he was concerned about his identity, which led to him being slipped away by this bastard.

'Om! '

At the same time, a large blue net spread out from the sky like a net of fish, and the net was full of brilliance, which seemed extraordinary at first glance.

when! when! when!

Lu Chuan reacted extremely quickly, flipped his wrist quickly, and slashed two sword qi into the air, forming a cross and roaring upwards, sparks splashed everywhere on the big net.

Crash!

However, this net is as soft as water, and gently surges like sea waves, and it removes the power of his sword energy.

The big net fell down and was as heavy as metal. Lu Chuan's whole body was tightly entangled in this net, and he couldn't move, and he couldn't even straighten his arms, let alone draw his sword.

"Ha, got it."

A red dragon seven or eight meters long appeared out of nowhere, and landed on the ground, turning into a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl in blue.

The girl stepped forward, stared at Lu Chuan and said with a smile: "Little Taoist priest, don't struggle anymore. This day's net is the treasure of my Dragon Palace in the East China Sea. The more you struggle, the tighter it becomes. You, you can't escape today."

"Are you from the Dragon Clan of the East China Sea?"

Seeing that the girl Lu Chuan really stopped struggling, he looked at the girl and asked, if he was from the Dragon Clan of the East China Sea, he would not have to worry about his own safety.

"So what?" the girl said with a smile.

Well, I didn't feel the killing intent!

Lu Chuan was certain in his heart, and said with a smile: "Then, what are you doing, Miss, doing poor work?"