Chapter 360 Shura Demon Sea

The history of the Immortal Spirit Continent is definitely a secret. As we all know, there are only people in this hot land of cultivation, namely the Ghost Sect and the Dao Sect.

However, no one expected that in the extreme north of the continent, monks of the three veins of Buddha, demon and demon would appear at the same time.

To the northwest, an old monk chanting the Buddha's words came hiking. The bloated golden robe wrapped his not-so-burly figure, and his whole body exuded a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere. If Lu Chen read that correctly, behind the old monk, a vague round of treasure light appeared. The golden light emitted from the treasure light occasionally made people feel calm and as if they were bathed in spring breeze.

In addition, the Zen sticks and bowls in the old monk's hand were all the best magical instruments, flashing with the same golden light as the monk's body.

There was a young monk holding a wooden fish in his hands behind the old monk, and his cultivation was in the early stage of the Nascent Soul.

Monk, evil ghost, Taoist, devil.

Obviously, the fairy technique practiced by the thin old man is mainly evil, and has the same gloomy aura as the technique of transforming the soul of the Hundred Ghosts that Lu Chen practiced.

As for the devil with green face and fangs, he was covered in blood and an astonishing murderous intent kept gushing out of his body.

The Taoist is simple and unpretentious, his divine light is restrained, and he stands beside Wang Tong. Even if he is Wang Tong, he must subconsciously lower his arrogant head and say: Master.

The scene became depressed again.

The few who suddenly appeared were each above the monks of the East and West states. The leading old monk, Taoist, evil ghost, and demon were even stronger than Wang Tong and Yuan Meng's existence.

Among the few people in the field, Long Yan was not suppressed by the momentum of the four people and felt fear at all. As for the others, they had already retreated aside with a chill, and did not dare to make a sound. Even Yuan Meng's aura was restrained.

"Is it a late-stage master of the Nascent Soul?" Lu Chen's heart burst.

When he was in the Zhenlong Secret Realm, Lu Chen learned from Jing Hong about the division of strength in the cultivation world and the division of the cultivation world. According to Jing Hong, this continent is an undiscovered slave star. The spiritual energy on the slave star can only make people cultivate to the end of the Nascent Soul realm, and when they reach the late stage of the Nascent Soul, they will not be able to make progress.

In this way, aren’t the few people who appear at this time the most powerful existence in the Xianling Continent?

Lu Chen looked at several mysterious masters who suddenly appeared. At this time, the Immortal Gu Lan looked at Wang Tong solemnly, then turned his gaze to the Xizhou monks' team, and shouted in a deep voice: "What's going on with them?"

Wang Tong was obviously very afraid of Gu Lan. After hearing this, he lowered his body in panic and bowed and said, "Go back to Master, Wang Tong doesn't know why they appeared here. Maybe it was because the hurricane weakened once a century, which made them curious to come here."

The slightly reproachful inquiry made everyone think that Gu Lan would punish Wang Tong. However, Gu Lan just looked at Lu Chen and others for a few times, and then did not blame him more. Instead, he asked: "Have you brought the things you prepared?"

"Bring it." Wang Tong responded, then took out a Qiankun bag and handed it forward.

Gu Lan did not answer. With a wave of her sleeve, a cloud suddenly sprinkled out. The clouds disappeared invisible with the Qiankun bag. The next moment appeared, but it was in the hands of the old monk.

"Infinite Buddha..." The old monk handed the Zen Staff to the little monk behind him. His two dry fingers pointed out a golden glow. The moment the Qiankun bag opened, a rich spiritual energy soared into the sky.

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Long Yan glanced at the Netherworld Bing Ancestor, ignored it, and continued: "So five hundred years ago, the Lord of Magic Mirror City led the guards of Magic Mirror City to seal the only entrance here with great magic power. Only those who have the jade slips of Magic Mirror City can enter and exit, and every time they enter, it consumes extremely magic power. Someone must be able to pick him up on the other side of the tunnel."

"Impossible." Hearing this, Chen Qu suddenly snorted coldly and said, "I have been here five hundred years ago, and there was no seal at that time."

"Wuliang Buddha." The old monk shouted the Dharma name and said, "This little friend, are you the Ghost Sword of Xizhou?"

"Hmm? Do you recognize me?"

The monk put his hands together and said, "Five hundred years ago, you were chased by the Wind Evil Beast King. If Lao Na hadn't blocked a move for you, I'm afraid you wouldn't have returned to Dongzhou at all. Not long after you left, the Lord of Magic Mirror City sealed this place."

"It turns out you saved my life." Chen Qu exclaimed in surprise. He was a grateful person and said immediately: "Thank you for your help from Master."

"Bao... so much nonsense, I can't wait to go to the Magic Mirror City or not." After hearing this for so long, the green-faced and fanged demon suddenly shouted loudly, obviously a little impatient.

Lu Chen immediately sent a message to Yuan Meng and asked, "Who is this person?"

Yuan Meng smiled, his eyes filled with fighting spirit, and he said in a voice: "He is the demon of Shura Demon Realm: Black Horned Demon King, Gaga, the demon clan survived such a person 800 years ago, haha. But don't underestimate him, he can still kill your late-stage Nascent Soul master with just one finger. Well, it's very powerful."

Lu Chen is deeply disgusted with Yuan Meng's temperament. How could anyone who can get Yuan Meng's praise be average?

Lu Chen was shocked when he heard this and said, "Fellow Daoist Yuan Meng, then, the old monk, Gu Lan, and the ancestor of the Netherworld are all masters of the late stage of the Nascent Soul?"

"Gaga, that's right." Yuan Meng said: "Master Fang Shi, a master of Kongshan Temple, hehe. Hey, don't see him with a serious look, it's actually very bad. You have to be careful."

"Um?"

The two were communicating secretly, and suddenly the old demon insult licked his lips, a trace of murderous intent rose in his eyes, and looked at Lu Chen and others. Such eyes made Han Hao and other Ghost Sect masters feel furious.
Chapter completed!