A small island with a diameter of less than three or four miles has a half acre of medicine field on it. There are more than a dozen young medicine kings with a age of 50,000 or 60,000, and several medicine kings with a age of more than 100,000 years.

The misty spiritual energy kept gushing out from the ground, nourishing these priceless ancient medicines without stopping. The spiritual energy did not scatter into the air at all, as if it was bound by some mysterious magic array.

The Divine Palace has been silent for countless years, and can the mysterious magic array still operate normally?

This is not surprising, just look at the lake of fire that has thousands of miles around the island.

The red lake light soars into the sky, and the sky is reflected in fiery red. This is because the horizon is blocked by the fire. It is impossible to see at a glance.

The lake with a radius of thousands of miles was filled with countless terrifying bubbles, constantly squirting out extremely warm air that could destroy the Qi and transform into the gods and severely damage the cultivator of the Shen and Return to the Void.

In other words, the medicine king on the island is honey stained with poison, which looks tempting and cannot be touched at all.

In the air that was quite a distance from the shore, Nezha, holding a fire spear and stepping on the wind-warming wheel, looked at the Fire Lake with a serious expression.

Within a few dozen miles behind, more than forty monks stood scattered, all of which were similar to Nezha’s expressions.

"It is worthy of being the residence of the ancient Heavenly Emperor. There are even the little medicine kings who have been for 50,000 or 60,000 years and the medicine kings who have been for more than 100,000 years, and so many more."

A chubby monk said with a scorching look.

"It's a pity that I can't get through, so I can only be jealous."

A thin monk poured cold water on him.

The fat monk glared at the thin monk.

"What are you looking at?"

The thin monk said with his eyes narrowed.

"What's wrong with you?"

The fat monk's eyes widened.

"You'll try another look?"

"Just try it"

"snort"

The thin monk hummed his nose, and it sounded like a bell, and spewed out two white lights.

"ha"

The fat monk let out a sigh, and a yellow air spurted out from his mouth.

Two radii of gases, one white and one yellow collided together, just like Mars hitting the earth, and it exploded with a rumbling sound. The fluctuations overturned countless miles, shaking the lake of fire, and the extremely warm air suddenly rose.

The implicated monks hid in a mess while cursing.

These two idiots can’t fight well, they are on the edge of the Fire Lake.

The fat monk and the thin monk were in equal measure, and they had no choice but to win or lose after half an hour.

Nezha, who was already upset, was angry and thunder took action. The fire-tip gun went out like a dragon to the sea, and it was powerless, making the sky tremble. The hot wheel roared and led Nezha to lightning.

When the fat monk and the thin monk saw outsiders intervene, they joined forces. The two were not weaker than Nezha, and they were even more powerful in joining hands.

Nezha failed to win two of them in hundreds of rounds, but instead was very embarrassed and had to take out his identity and suppress others.

"Hmph, two generals, you two sinners, dare to fight me."

Fat monks and thin monks are the two generals of the God-Fengshi Myth.

Hearing this, he stopped immediately.

"The third prince was joking. You are a god general in the heavenly court. There are more than one million people under your command. How dare we fight you?"

"Just just have fun. You have a lot of them. Don't be as knowledgeable as us two little people."

The two of them were smiling and their posture was very low.

But I was cursing wildly in my heart. What's so great about it? If I hadn't been fooled by the lard and stood on the side of the Shang Dynasty, I would have been your turn to be arrogant.

Nezha snorted coldly.

If it weren't for the fact that the second general of He Ha could play, he would never have brought them in.

"It's just a pity that more than a dozen medicine kings, little medicine kings, are like the goddess of Kunlun, and they can't see and touch them."

The fat monk said regretfully.

"Speak well, don't speak yellow."

The thin monk looked contemptuous.

"What a yellow accent? Kunlun's goddess is not a worldly firework. Back then, Chi You and Jiutian Xuannv, Houyi and Chang'e were not all one-on-one."

The fat monk retorted.

"You are also worthy of being compared with Chiyou and Houyi."

The thin monk disdained.

The fat monk was furious and glared as if he wanted to kill someone: "Skinny bamboo pole, do you still want to hit him?"

"I'm afraid of you"

The thin monk was not afraid at all.

"Enough"

Nezha scolded.

The two of them snorted at the same time, then looked at each other with both disgust.

Nezha looked at the Fire Lake and his face became solemn again.

He and the monks have been here for a while. From the beginning, their heartbeat accelerated by the ancient medicines in the medicinal fields on the island, to the continuous loss of several good players, their heart fell to the bottom.

"I'm so unwilling to leave here with just empty hands."

Nezha thought so.

"I heard that the third prince's Huntian Ling was refined by Nuwa, an ancient god who left this world, without fear of extreme warmth. He is known as the heavenly tide?"

The fat monk said again.

Nezha's face turned cold when he heard this: "Huantian Ling is in the hands of the sister-in-law. When the Taoist priest took over the sister-in-law, he took them together."

"These three princes can tolerate it."

The fat monk showed anger.

"If the little calf hadn't protected him, I would have slapped him to death for the third prince."

The thin monk said unwillingly.

Nezha's angry look was slightly relieved: "If it weren't for not delaying the search for elixirs, I'd just take him in the hall."

"Don't be upset with the third prince, it's not too late to deal with him after going out."

The fat monk said.

"That calf has a stupid nose, so he doesn't want to have the opportunity to enter the temple, so he insists on not being able to get along with the third prince."

The thin monk curled his lips.

"After the Battle of the Gods, I am the first to see such a principled person. If he hadn't insisted on provoking me, I would like to make friends with him."

Nezha's face showed a hint of appreciation.

The fat monk and the thin monk looked at each other.

"But now that's it, I can only, um, why did he come in?"

Before Nezha could finish his words, he showed a surprised expression.

A afterimage rushed out of the heavy fog in the sky, and the speed was incredibly fast.

Who is not Cao Yi?

"It must have come in with other forces with Emperor Jade."

The thin monk stretched his neck and looked at it.

"He doesn't go in heaven, and he has no way to break in."

The fat monk said smirkingly.

Nezha narrowed his eyes, and the baby's face showed a smile like waiting for the rabbit.

Cao Yi, who had just rushed out of the heavy fog, was shocked when he saw Nezha and his party.

Thinking of the pursuers behind him, the idea of ​​disaster in his heart arose.

He rushed over without hesitation.

Only three or four miles away did a sudden brake come.

"The third prince, we're meeting again."

Cao Yi greeted him.
To be continued...