Chapter 231 The appearance of the evildoers

Time flies, and another month has passed in the blink of an eye.

Deep underground, Bai Donglin, who was immersed in cultivation, opened his eyes, and the complex laws around him surged slightly.

Buzz! Snap! A strange vibration swept through, and fine cracks quickly spread on the cave wall that he had reinforced.

In this desert, the only thing that could cause such a big commotion could be the appearance of the Sand Sea Palace!

Bai Donglin then took a step forward and his figure disappeared in an instant. The temporary underground cave collapsed immediately.

Above the blazing sea of ​​sand, many cultivators stood in a row, all looking eagerly at the violently shaking sea of ​​sand below.

Bai Donglin, dressed in a black robe and a hood, blended silently into the crowd.

During this period, his reputation as the "Treasure-scattering Boy" was quite big, and almost everyone knew him. This was somewhat contrary to his principle of making a fortune in silence.

I was a bit careless this time. I didn't expect that a magic weapon I made casually would be so popular among the monks. I should hide my identity next time.

Otherwise it would attract the attention of the powerful and that would not be beautiful.

The way to go is to develop slowly and then make a stunning debut!

Cry! A shrill eagle cry resounded through the sky, causing many monks to frown slightly and look up, their expressions changing.

A huge golden bird that seemed to be made of gold flew through the void, its feathers shining with golden light under the sunlight.

With wings spread thousands of feet, its sharp golden eagle eyes swept across, and anyone caught by its gaze felt their scalp tingle.

"Golden-winged Roc!"

"Why is Wing Palace, one of the three holy places of the demon race, here?"

The demon race is also one of the only relatively powerful forces in the real world. Long ago, the relationship between them and the human race was not harmonious, and they fought against each other endlessly.

But that was all in the past. Although the relationship between the two tribes is very delicate now, they can get along well under the catalysis of the common enemy.

The Wing Palace, as the supreme holy place of the flying bird lineage of the demon race, has a status equivalent to that of the Jidao Holy Sect in physical cultivation.

And this golden-winged Roc is one of the royal family of the Wing God Palace. The fact that it was lured here by the appearance of the Sand Sea Palace really surprised everyone.

"Hiss~ Look, is there a person sitting on the back of this golden-winged Roc?"

Some cultivators gasped, their eyes shining with light, obviously using a powerful peeping technique.

"How is that possible?!"

"Let's not talk about whether we have the ability to subdue the golden-winged Roc. Even if we have the ability, we dare not offend the bottom line of the Wing Palace!"

The royal birds are already the leaders of the Wing Palace. Dare to use the Golden Winged Roc as a mount. Isn't this a slap in the face of the Wing Palace? Ordinary birds and monsters are fine, but if you enslave the royal birds, you will definitely be hunted down and retaliated by the Wing Palace.

"Hey, why do you only think that this golden-winged Roc is enslaved? What if the one riding on it is its woman?"

A low laugh came from the crowd. Bai Donglin's eyes hidden under his hood were shining with white light, and the scene on the broad back of the golden-winged Roc was vivid in his mind.

The monks around were all stunned when they heard this. That's right! Although the royal birds are noble, they can't live without women. You ride me during the day and I ride you at night. This is reasonable!

Everyone couldn't help but look around, trying to see which hero could have such unique and sharp insights.

In Bai Donglin's sight, there was indeed a woman with an extremely charming and graceful figure sitting on the golden back of a bird.

She was wearing a gorgeous long dress made of scarlet feathers, surrounded by colorful flames. The flames dimly obscured her face, and even his magical powers could not see through it.

"Why is this woman's aura so strange?"

Bai Donglin frowned slightly. In his perception, the aura of ordinary people, no matter how strong or weak, was single and pure.

However, the aura of this woman in the red dress was very special, as if two different auras were forcibly merged together. There was a sudden and strange sense of harmony.

He shook his head slightly and looked away. What happened to this person had nothing to do with him. He just had to not provoke him.

Snap!

Under the blazing sun, there was a loud thunderclap, followed by a flash of purple-gold lightning. Out of thin air, a purple-gold pagoda ten thousand feet high appeared. A quick glance showed that it had thirty-six floors, surrounded by purple thunder, and had an extraordinary aura.

The purple-gold pagoda flashed and disappeared, leaving only a few figures standing in the void with indifferent expressions.

The people who came from the pagoda were all dressed in Taoist robes, with faces as white as jade and surrounded by mysterious light. The purple-robed Taoist in the lead was a little older, and did not seem to be the elder of the young Taoists behind him. This could be clearly seen from their expressions.

The purple-robed Taoist took a step forward, flicked his whisk, bowed, and said loudly: "Wulian Tianzun, I am Lei Yuanzi of Zilei Mountain, and I am honored to meet all the Taoist friends."

"Greetings, Taoist Priest!"

"You are polite, Taoist priest!"

Many cultivators did not dare to be negligent and quickly returned the greetings. Taoism is the leader of Qi cultivation, and all Taoists in the world have some connection with Taoism.

Although Taoism has always followed the principle of "non-action", its strength is real. These Taoists may not care about it, but they have to do the superficial work.

The several young Taoists brought by Lei Yuanzi stood in the void, silent.

Although he did not show any arrogance, he did not pay attention to the enthusiasm of the crowd. He was neither cold nor hot, and neither arrogant nor conceited.

"I am an ordinary person but I am extraordinary. I am a Buddha but I am not a Buddha. There is no Buddha and there is Buddha. I am ordinary but extraordinary..."

The sound of Buddhist chanting came faintly from the depths of the desert. A young monk in a white robe had a red mole between his eyebrows and a faint golden Buddha light lingered on his fair skin.

With every step the young monk took, the hot yellow sand automatically gathered and formed lotus flowers to catch his bare feet.

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The speed was extremely fast, as if the distance could be shortened to an inch. The figure was outside the skyline one moment and stood in front of everyone the next.

"Namo Amitabha!"

"I am Wufan, a poor monk. Nice to meet you all."

Everyone responded enthusiastically on the surface, but they were secretly complaining in their hearts. What on earth was going on with the emergence of the Sand Sea Palace?

According to past records, it shouldn't have attracted so many evil monks!

In this short period of time alone, monks from the Wings Palace, Taoism, and Buddhism arrived, and more monks are arriving in succession.

Many people couldn't help but feel a little bitter in their hearts. It seemed that they would not be able to gain anything from this trip to the Jue Palace. They could only serve as a foil for these monsters and pick up some leftovers that others looked down upon.

Liekong came across the sky carrying the sun on his shoulders.

He controls thousands of sword beams and turns into a dragon. He is a true sword practitioner of the Zhan Dao Sword Sect, and his sword is not a sword.

Riding on a colorful giant python, the Red Snake Witch from the "Poisonous Sea at the Center of the Earth" broke out from deep underground, with venomous fangs.

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People from all parties took turns to appear on the scene, and the scorching Moya Desert suddenly became unprecedentedly lively.

There were many evil geniuses from all sides, and an invisible aura spread out, making the entire void land extremely depressing.

Under the pressure of the invisible will, many monks knew that they were not strong enough, so they retreated in the face of danger, looked gloomy, and retreated quietly.

The competition had already begun before Juegong was born.

Rustle!

The violently shaking desert slowly stopped, and the boundless golden sand sea began to slowly rotate.

A vortex formed by golden sand quickly expanded, thousands of miles, tens of thousands of miles, until it expanded to hundreds of thousands of miles in radius before slowly stopping.

Boom! A thunderous roar came from the center of the vortex, shaking violently. Under the pervasive aura of terror, the void broke apart inch by inch.

The monks around were horrified and retreated one after another.

A huge palace that almost occupied the entire yellow sand vortex slowly rose up.

The palace is made entirely of pitch-black metal, with countless complex and mysterious runes engraved on its surface.

The black light lingered around the entire palace. As it flowed, it gradually gathered on the square in front of the palace, and a huge stone tablet slowly rose up.

The book says: Supernatural powers are not as good as the destiny of heaven; they are beyond the reach of heaven, earth and immortals.

(End of this chapter)