I Have Been In the Demon Slayer Division For 30 Years Chapter 299

Cut Sendai.

Zhou Yi is visualizing the falling soul clock.

Fight against martial gods, ghosts and gods, know that the spirits are weak or targeted by secret methods.

Even if there is a yellow banner for protection at any time, certain nightmare and curse techniques aimed at the soul can also kill Zhou Yi silently.

suddenly.

The chattering voice rang in Zhou Yi's ear, or calling for his name, or asking questions in doubt.

"Why can't I contact Lao Zhou?"

"Lao Zhou, Lao Zhou, we're done, we won't listen to the music anymore..."

The voice is intermittent, the tone is familiar, and he can't wait for someone to lick his mouth.

Few people in the world who recite the name of Zhouyi can cause him to throb, and the owner of this voice is one of them.

Zhou Yi suddenly woke up from the visualization, counting with his fingers, not knowing the reason.

Outside the Palace of Heavenly Secrets, there are formations to cover the secrets of heaven. Without special secrets, it is difficult for the transmission of talisman seals and magical instruments to fly. .

"Lao Zhang wasn't happy in Qingqiu, could it be that something happened?"

Zhouyi looked at the sky and was about to enter the night, and he would use his hand to pinch his magic skills to display the magical powers of marrying dreams.

At this moment.

Tens of thousands of miles away, Zhang Cheng paced back and forth in a hotel in the capital of Dashun Dynasty, southern Xinjiang.

The spies of the country, Zhang Cheng has been passed on to more than a dozen people in succession, among them are court officials, Buddhists and Taoists, hermits by the side door, and the city **** of Luojing who does everything without any leaks.

suddenly.

When sleepiness struck, Zhang Cheng mixed his left foot with his right foot, fell to the ground and fell asleep soundly.

"Come again..."

The moment Zhang Cheng fell asleep, he knew that it was the immortal long casting spell.

In the past year, Immortal Chief occasionally cast spells to meet in dreams, urging to kill demons and exorcise demons.

The familiar scenes of the sky, clouds, and Ziqi Daoist, Zhang Cheng secretly complained, and Xian Changhong didn't know how to change his appearance.

Zhang Cheng straightened his expression, with a charming smile on his face, and respectfully saluted: "Wow, the fairy spirit is fluttering, I can worship the immortal long...cough cough, see the immortal long!"

Halfway through the conversation, he quickly changed his tone. Because the humorous vixen was too deep in the scene, his speaking habits couldn't be changed for a while.

"Don't want a hippie smile!"

Zhou Yi snorted coldly and turned into a calm and respectful ancient fairy cloud neutron, and said: "This constellation observes the astronomical phenomenon at night and realizes that the human race will be dangerous and dangerous. I especially call you to go to Qingqiu to investigate carefully!"

When Zhang Cheng heard the words, he couldn't help being horrified, and he exaggerated the real Celestial Weili.

Such a secret calculation is omniscient.

"I'm so immortal, the junior has something important to report!"

Zhang Cheng then told the secrets of Qingqiu from beginning to end to the true immortals. During this period, he experienced thousands of calamities, and he found out the news after nine deaths.

"Humans are responsible for the rise and fall of the human race! The life and death of the younger generation is just a small matter, and the safety of the human race is more dangerous than the mountains!"

Zhang Cheng spoke with awe-inspiring righteousness, as if he was going to fight the Qingqiu Fox Demon in the next instant.

Zhou Yi nodded slightly, several names flashed in his heart, and said slowly.

"I am very optimistic about you!"

Zhang Cheng looked happy when he heard the words, and his face suddenly collapsed when he heard the following words.

"Let's investigate, how many cities are there in the Qingqiu Demon Country, who is the name of the demon king of each city, and how many demon soldiers under his command. After checking it out, call out the name of this seat, and have its own follow-up arrangements!"

"Follow the decree of the immortal long!"

Zhang Cheng didn't dare to refuse, and began to wonder which little vixen knew about this, or a group of vixen would do.

"This matter is dangerous, and I won't let you die in vain."

Zhou Yi didn't know how Zhang Cheng got the news. It was a matter of military affairs, so he must have taken the risk of shutting down the school.

"This seat is old acquaintance with that Great Shunzhen God acting as a plague. You go to his temple and ask for a righteous **** clone to protect you."

"Thanks to the immortal long!"

Zhang Cheng was overjoyed, and suddenly felt top-heavy and planted from the clouds of the sky.

Slowly opened his eyes, and he returned to the Shunjing Hotel as expected.

Zhang Cheng thought for a moment. Now that the immortal leader already knew about this, he didn't need to continue to report to the chief, and it was important to seek a righteous **** clone first.

The temple of the Dashunzhen God was reconstructed from the original Wushen Temple and is located in the middle of Shunjing.

The envoys of plague bless the people to live in the mountains and forests from the poisonous miasma and plague. They also grant the power to fight against the monsters and beasts. He is the only **** in Dashun to worship.

Zhang Cheng came to the Temple of Plague and waited for half an hour before he was able to go in and worship.

The gods enshrined in the temple have red hair, blue faces, big mouths, and are wearing hydration robes. They hold the seals in one hand and hold aqublue orbs in the other.

Zhang Cheng enshrines three sticks of incense, three bows and nine bows, muttering to himself.

"The God of Plague, your good friend Yunzhongzi, please give a clone to protect the younger generation..."

The incense wishing force fell into the **** statue, touching Yang Qi who was refining the **** power, and a thought was attached to the **** statue, inducing the worship of the Taoist from below.

Sensing Dao's popularity, there really is a mark left by Zhou Yi.

"This is a colleague from the future, we must have a good relationship. After all, we are a sinner!"

Yang Qi cherished the position of the fairy god, and did not let go of any opportunity to build a good relationship with his colleagues, only to see the aquatic orb drop a light and blend into Zhang Cheng's crown.

"This **** already knows that if there is danger, he will show up to rescue him!"

Hearing the sound, Zhang Cheng was overjoyed, went to the incense and bowed to the temple again, and left the temple arrogantly.

"We have the immortal leader's attention now, righteous **** protects the body, are you still afraid of a bird?"

"Vixies, Lao Zhang is here!"

Early this morning.

The morning class of Tianjizong disciples is over, waiting for the ringing of the immortal bell, and comprehending the magical powers of the exercises.

A disciple had long ago asked the real person in the door, the bell was not only a fairy cast a spell, but also came from a supreme immortal treasure.

Such an opportunity, if you miss a day, you will regret it for a lifetime.

As a result, we waited and waited, and the sun went on three strokes, but there was still no sound of the fairy bell.

Some disciples couldn't wait and asked the teacher in the door. Only then did they learn that the immortal was traveling everywhere.

Zhou Yi gave a lecture to Lei Zhenzi for the last time this morning, and he was not sure whether he really learned to control the five thunders.

I didn't specifically inform the three elders of the secret, lest they babble again and make them particularly sensational.

Continue all the way south.

The Zhouyi could not fly to southern Xinjiang, and arranged for the army to fight with Qingqiu. One is that the war is still several months, and the other is that it is annoying to intervene in military affairs.

Thirdly, so as not to scare a certain guy and dare not fight with the big guns.

The demon was all about avoiding, and it was at the time of the demon clan's thriving that Zhouyi had nothing to do.

This walk.

Climbing and crossing the water, tens of thousands of miles away.

About two months later, Zhou Yi rode a sacred cow to the Anlong River Ferry.

To the south is the territory of Zhenzhou. Compared with the state capital to the north, the southern Xinjiang prefecture has become more and more desolate after the war.

The river is vast, and there are awning boats at the ferry, waiting for guests crossing the river.

"Boatman."

Zhou Yi took the sacred cow and asked, "How much does it cost to cross the river?"

Gong Gong said, "You are really good at taking care of you, a good man, fifty literary, ten literary."

"Okay."

Zhou Yi boarded the ship in front, and Shenniu followed.

"You can raise a cow well, and tame it better!"

Jian Gong gave a compliment and shook the oars with both arms, and the awning boat floated slowly to the other side of the river.

Approaching Jiang Xin, Jian Gong said: "The guest officer waits a moment, and the old man invites Lord Long to drink."

With that, he took out an altar of wine from the cabin, knelt down on the bow of the ship and worshiped for three times, then tied the altar to a stone and sank into the river.

Zhou Yi laughed and said, "Pan Dao has seen pouring wine into river water. This is the first time that an old man has seen this kind of sacrifice."

"Hey, the old man didn't hide the information from the guest officer, the wine was poured into the river, and what the Lord Long could drink."

Gonggong said: "This method is for the Dragon Lord to ask for a dream and tell me."

"Long prince asked for a dream, but this is the first time I have heard of it."

Zhou Yi's eyes flickered, and he looked at the Dragon Palace at the bottom of the river, with dragon energy mixed in the water vapor.

This Anlong River water **** is obviously a canonized dragon, and he is also the heir of the old dragon in Luoshui.

Gong Gong said proudly: "My Lord Dragon, it works. If you have anything to do, go to the temple to burn incense and worship, and there will be a response soon!"

"Well, it is indeed a rare Jiangshen!"

Zhou Yi nodded slightly, his spiritual eyes saw through the Dragon Palace, and he was seeing the sleeping **** Anlong Jiang.

The incense is rich, and the merit is strong.

Jiangshen Palace.

Ao Rong, who was refining incense and supernatural power, suddenly trembled in his dragon soul, and woke up from his practice.

"Uneasy, is it a blessing or a curse?"

Ao Rong thought for a moment, then opened his mouth to spit out a precious mirror with a bronze back and a silver surface, and asked: "Xianjing, Xianjing, will there be a good thing or a bad thing for the god?"

The power of the incense of merit was quickly consumed, and the treasure mirror appeared on the surface of the river, and Jian justice carried a Taoist across the river.

Ao Rong recognized that father, and he was very sensible when he sent a jar of local wine every time he crossed the river.

Trying to see the figure clearly, the dragon soul suddenly hurts like a needle, and the treasure mirror becomes blurred, turning into a streamer and flying into the entrance.

A voice rang in Ao Rong's ears: "Interesting! Interesting! I can find a poor figure! You are a little familiar with the mirror atmosphere, where have you seen it..."

Ao Rong's figure rolled, turning into a figure of a leader, bowing to all sides.

"The immortal long, the little **** Ao Rong greets the immortal long!"

"No need to be afraid, poor Dao won't take away your mirror, remember to do more good deeds in the future!"

Zhouyi's voice gradually became illusory and disappeared.

Ao Rong let out a sigh of relief and swears to abide by the decree of the immortal long.

River surface.

The opposite ferry is in sight, and is the north wall of the city.

The boats are prosperous, and the noise is heard.

Jian Gong said, "Guguan, Linjiang County is in front of you."

"Um."

Zhou Yi thought for a moment, that little dragon's treasure was somewhat similar to the plaque of the Demon Slayer.

When things grow old and become refined, dead things will turn into monsters if they have been in contact with spiritual energy and evil spirits for a long time. However, in the Demon Slayer Division, you will not hang monsters on the gate.

The plaque of the Division of Demon Slashing is an authentic weapon spirit, with a mere upper-class magic weapon rank, and its spirit wisdom is far superior to a pure Yang fairy weapon.

"Originally thought it was made by Dagan Taizu's secret method, but now it seems to be part of some kind of treasure."

Zhouyi and the plaque have a bit of grudges, and they are inferred by fingers. They are now hiding in southern Xinjiang.

When the Wu Peng boat drew ashore, Zhou Yi paid for the boat and rode a sacred cow into Linjiang County.

In ancient times, the area of ​​the county seat was small, with thousands to tens of thousands of people being a large county, and Linshui County, by the Anlong River, was barely wealthy.

Zhouyi is like a tourist, watching it all the way, and when encountering a beggar who is begging for food, he will give away a few cents.

Beggars must be real, and fakes can't attract the goodwill of true immortals.

Moo!

The tip of the Shenniu's nose moved, and he followed the fragrance to a restaurant called Longlai Pavilion.

Zhou Yi smiled and said, "This must be the best place for fine wine in Linjiang City."

From Luojing all the way to the south, passing through hundreds of cities, large and small cities, without asking, the sacred cow can definitely find the wine in the city.

There is one side of water, soil and one side of wine. Some local wines require special hydrology and ground veins to be brewed. After the Zhouyi tasting, they praised the unique flavor.

Longlai Pavilion has three floors, and there are a lot of guests coming in and out, which is quite lively.

When the guy saw Zhou Yi riding a cow, his eyes lit up, he hurriedly said to the shopkeeper, and then came to greet him.

The man bowed and said, "Dao Master, you are a golden man. You should leave it in the backyard and someone will watch."

"It's okay, you can't lose it."

Zhou Yi asked: "Put the best wine in your place into two fights and drink the cows."

"okay!"

When the guy heard that, instead of being angry, he bowed lower and introduced: "Our best wine is called Qinglongzui. I was really drunk by the Dragon Lord!"

"Is there anything else?"

Zhou Yi was surprised, the little dragon at the bottom of the Anlong River seemed to be green scales.

"Of course, that's how Longlaige's name came from."

As the guy led the way, he introduced: "Long Lord turned into a human form and came here to drink. He accidentally drank too much and showed the dragon's head. Many people had seen him at that time."

Zhouyi heard it interestingly, that little dragon was really active, and it was able to integrate into the human race market, which was different from the gods of the rivers canonized by other monster races.

The increase in the magic power of the monster race mostly relies on their own accumulation over the years, and there is not much demand for the incense power, so most of them hide themselves in the mountains and rivers and do not get involved in the world.

The yellow book of Yunbuyu issued by the imperial court is also for human beings to enshrine the gods, instructing the demon gods not to be moved.

There was just one vacancy left by the window on the second floor.

After Zhou Yi sat down, he ordered a few small dishes and a jar of wine, eating and drinking, looking at the scenery of the market outside the window.

On Tianji Mountain, the clouds are lingering, and the latrines are more aura than this county town, but it is too deserted and very boring.

At this time.

A young man in Tsing Yi came to the table and bowed to salute.

"Sir, can you piece together a table."

"Um."

The tip of Zhou Yi's nose shook, and he smelled the dragon's energy. The son of Qingyi was the **** of water Ao Rong in front of him.

Ao Rong took out a seemingly ordinary jug, filled it with wine for Zhou Yi, and said, "Sir, this is a century-old drunken dragon. The owner of this restaurant is only used to worship the **** of the river."

Zhou Yi took a sip, and it was really strong~www.mtlnovel.com~, but it was still a long way from drinking to Ao Rong, the **** of water.

Ao Rong was deliberately drunk and showed his appearance, most likely to leave the legend of the drunken Lord Dragon Lord and to bring more incense to the Jiangshen Temple.

"You guy is so courageous, you dare to follow along. Are you afraid that you want to eat snake soup today?"

"Mr. joked, how can Snake Geng have the fragrance of wine!"

Ao Rong knew it was a joke, and his hands couldn't help shaking. The handsome Taoist in front of him was unfathomable, and he couldn't even count that strange treasure.

Zhou Yi took a sip, and it was really strong, but it was still far from letting Ao Rong, the dignified water god, drink it until he became visible.

Ao Rong was deliberately drunk and showed his appearance, most likely to leave the legend of the drunken Lord Dragon Lord and to bring more incense to the Jiangshen Temple.

"You guy is so courageous, you dare to follow along, not afraid that the poor road wants to eat snake soup today?"

"Mr. joked, how can Snake Geng have the fragrance of wine!"

Ao Rong knew it was a joke, and his hands couldn't help shaking. The handsome Taoist in front of him was unfathomable, and he couldn't even count that strange treasure.

Chapter end