I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

Kill the Immortal Platform.

Zhou Yi is visualizing the Lost Soul Bell.

Fighting with martial arts saints, ghosts and gods, knowing that the soul is weak, or may be targeted by secret magic.

Even if there is an apricot-yellow flag to protect him at any time, some of the nightmare curse techniques targeting the soul can kill Zhou Yi silently.

suddenly.

Nagging voices sounded in Zhou Yi's ears, either calling names or asking doubtful questions.

"Why can't I contact Lao Zhou?"

"Old Zhou, Old Zhou, now that we're done, we won't be able to listen to music anymore..."

His voice was staccato, his tone was familiar, and he wanted to be slapped in the mouth.

There are not many people in the world who can make his soul flutter when reciting Zhouyi's name, and the owner of this voice is one of them.

Zhou Yi suddenly woke up from his visualization and counted with his fingers, not knowing why.

There is a formation outside the Heavenly Secret Hall to cover up the Heavenly Secret. Without any special secret method, it would be difficult for the communication talismans, seals, and magic weapons to fly in. .

"Isn't Lao Zhang happy in Qingqiu? Could something have happened?"

Zhou Yi looked at the sky and saw that it was going to be night, so he used the magical power of marrying dreams with his hands.

At this moment.

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

Zhang Cheng had already informed more than a dozen people about the spies of the imperial dynasty, including court officials, Buddhist and Taoist masters, hermits from other sects, and the impeccable Luojing City God.

suddenly.

Feeling sleepy, Zhang Cheng stumbled with his left foot and his right foot, fell to the ground, and fell asleep soundly.

"Come again..."

The moment Zhang Cheng fell asleep, he knew it was an immortal casting a spell.

In the past year, the immortal has occasionally cast spells to meet each other in dreams, urging them to slay demons.

The familiar sky, clouds and mist, and the scene of the Purple Qi Taoist, Zhang Cheng complained secretly, and the immortal coaxed people without knowing how to change his appearance.

Zhang Cheng straightened his expression, put on a charming smile, and saluted respectfully: "Wow, the fairy spirit is flying, I can pay my respects to the Immortal... Ahem, pay homage to the Immortal!"

Halfway through the words, he quickly changed his tone. Because he was so deeply involved in the drama, he couldn't change his speaking habits for a while.

"No need to smile!"

Zhou Yi snorted coldly, transformed into the calm and dignified ancient immortal Yun Zhongzi, and said: "I observe the sky at night and realize that the human race is about to be in danger and disaster. I specially call you to go to Qingqiu to investigate carefully!"

When Zhang Cheng heard this, he couldn't help but be horrified in his heart, and he even surpassed the power of the real immortal.

Such a divine calculation can be called omniscient.

"Excuse me, Immortal Chief, I have something important to report!"

Zhang Cheng then told the real immortal the secret of Qingqiu from beginning to end. During this period, he went through thousands of calamities and numerous difficulties, and narrowly escaped death before he could find out the news.

"Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the human race! The life and death of the younger generation is only a trivial matter. The safety of the human race is more important than the mountains!"

Zhang Cheng spoke with great righteousness, as if he was about to fight the Qingqiu Fox Demon in the next moment.

Zhou Yi nodded slightly, several names flashed through his mind, and he spoke slowly.

"I am very optimistic about you!"

Zhang Cheng's face lit up when he heard this, but his face suddenly fell when he heard the following words.

"Go and investigate how many cities there are in the Qingqiu Demon Kingdom, what are the surnames of each city lord demon king, and how many demon soldiers are under his command. After you find out, call me by name, and you will make follow-up arrangements!"

"I will obey the Immortal's decree!"

Zhang Cheng didn't dare to refuse, and began to wonder in his mind which little vixen knew about this, or maybe a group of vixens.

"This matter is dangerous. I will not let you die in vain."

Zhou Yi didn't know how Zhang Cheng found out the information. It was related to military and national affairs, so he must have risked a lot of closure.

"I am an old acquaintance with the Great Shun True God, the Plague Messenger. Go to his temple and ask for a clone of the True God to protect you."

"Thank you, Immortal!"

Zhang Cheng was overjoyed and suddenly felt light-headed and fell from the sky.

Slowly opening his eyes, he was indeed back at the Shunjing Hotel.

Zhang Cheng thought for a moment. Since the Immortal Chief already knew about this, there was no need to continue to report to Daqian. The most important thing was to first seek a righteous god clone.

The temple of the Dashun True God is the original witch temple that was renovated and renovated. It is located in the middle of Shunjing.

The Plague Messenger protects the people and protects the people from poisonous miasma and plague while living in the mountains, rivers and forests. He also gives divine power to fight monsters and beasts. He is the only god worshiped in Dashun.

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

The god enshrined in the temple has red hair, a blue face, a bloody mouth, and wears a hydration robe. He holds a seal in one hand and holds a water-blue orb in the other.

Zhang Cheng offered three sticks of incense, kowtowed three times and bowed nine times, mumbling to himself.

"God of Plague, your friend Immortal Yun Zhongzi, please give me a clone to protect this junior..."

The incense and wish power fell into the statue, touching Yang Qi who was refining his divine power. A thought attached to the statue, sensing the Taoist below to worship him.

Sensing the Taoist's aura, it turns out that there are imprints left by Zhou Yi.

"This is my future colleague. We need to be friendly with each other. We are guilty after all!"

Yang Qi cherishes his position as an immortal and never misses any opportunity to build good relationships with his colleagues. A ray of light falls from the aqua blue orb and merges into Zhang Cheng's crown.

"This god already knows that if there is danger, he will show up to save you!"

When Zhang Cheng heard the voice, he was immediately overjoyed. He burned incense and knelt down again, and left the temple in a majestic manner.

"Now that we have the attention of an immortal and the protection of a righteous god, why are we still afraid of a bird?"

"Vixies, Lao Zhang is here!"

…

This morning.

The disciples of the Tianji Sect have finished their morning classes and are waiting for the fairy bell to ring to learn the skills and magical powers.

A disciple has long asked the master in the sect for advice. The bell is not only the magic cast by the immortal, but also comes from a supreme immortal treasure.

If you miss this opportunity for one day, you will regret it for the rest of your life.

As a result, after waiting left and right, the sun was already three times higher, but there was still no sound of the fairy bell.

Some disciples couldn't wait and went to ask the master in the sect, only to learn that the immortal was traveling in all directions.

Zhou Yi lectured Lei Zhenzi for the last time this morning. He was not sure whether he had really learned to control the five thunders. He gave a few instructions and left on the sacred bull.

I didn't inform the three elders of Tianji specifically, so as not to talk too much and make it particularly sensational.

Continue all the way south.

Zhou Yi could not fly to southern Xinjiang and arrange for Daqian to fight Qingqiu. First, the war would last for several months, and second, it would be annoying to interfere in military affairs.

The third thing is to avoid scaring some guy and not dare to fight with Da Gan.

The demon immortal wanted to avoid it, and it was the time when the demon clan was in full swing, so Zhou Yi had nothing to do.

This time away.

Climbing mountains and crossing rivers, a journey of tens of thousands of miles.

About two months later, Zhou Yi rode the sacred ox to the ferry of Anlong River.

Further south is the territory of Zhenzhou. Compared with the northern state capital, the southern Xinjiang state capital, which has recently experienced war, looks increasingly desolate.

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

"Boatman."

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

The boatman said: "You, the cow, are really good at taking care of dozens of people. Fifty coins for cows and ten coins for people."

"Okay."

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

"The better you raise the cow, the better it will be if you train it better!"

The boatman praised him, shook the oar with both arms, and the awning boat floated slowly to the other side of the river.

When they were nearing the center of the river, the boatman said, "Sir, please wait a moment. The old man invites Lord Dragon to drink."

After saying this, he took out a jar of wine from the cabin, knelt on the bow of the ship and bowed three times, then tied the wine jar to a stone and sank it into the river.

Zhou Yi smiled and said: "I have seen pouring wine into the river before, but this is the first time I have seen this kind of sacrifice."

"Hehe, the old man didn't hide it from the guest. If the wine is poured into the river, the Dragon Prince will drink whatever he can."

The boatman said: "This method was told to us by the Dragon King in a dream."

"This is the first time I've heard of the Dragon King's dream."

Zhou Yi's eyes flashed as he looked at the Dragon Palace at the bottom of the river. The water vapor was mixed with dragon energy.

This Anlongjiang water god is obviously a canonized dragon clan and a descendant of the old dragon in Luoshui.

The boatman said proudly: "Our Dragon King is very effective. If you have anything to do, go to the temple to burn incense and worship, and you will get a response soon!"

"Well, he is indeed the rare Jiang Shen!"

Zhou Yi nodded slightly, looking through the Dragon Palace with his spiritual eyes, and saw Anlong Jiangshen sleeping soundly.

The incense is thick and the merits are strong.

…

Jiang Shen Palace.

Ao Rong was refining the divine power of incense when his dragon soul suddenly trembled and he woke up from his practice.

“Is being restless a blessing or a curse?”

Ao Rong thought for a moment, then opened his mouth and spit out a precious mirror with a copper back and silver surface, and asked: "Immortal mirror, fairy mirror, will this god do good or bad things?"

The power of merit and incense was quickly consumed, the treasure mirror appeared on the river, and the boat was carrying a Taoist across the river.

Ao Rong recognized the boatman and sent him a jar of local wine every time he crossed the river. He was very sensible.

Trying to see the Taoist figure clearly, the dragon soul suddenly felt pain like a needle prick, and the treasure mirror became blurred, turning into a stream of light and flying into the mouth.

A voice sounded in Ao Rong's ears: "Interesting! Interesting! I can actually find Pindao's figure! Your mirror aura is a bit familiar, where have I seen it before..."

Ao Rong rolled up and transformed into a dragon-headed figure, bowing in all directions.

"Chief Immortal, the little god Ao Rong would like to say hello to the Immortal!"

"No need to be afraid, I will not take away your mirror. Remember to do more good deeds in the future!"

Zhou Yi's voice gradually became ethereal and disappeared.

Ao Rong breathed a long sigh of relief and swore repeatedly that he would obey the Immortal Chief's decree.

…

River surface.

Opposite the ferry, in the distance, is the north wall of the city.

The boats are bustling and the noise can be heard.

The boatman said: "Sir, Linjiang County is ahead of us."

"Um."

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

Things become fine with age, and dead objects will turn into monsters if they are in contact with spiritual energy and evil spirits for a long time. However, the Monster Slayer Division would not hang monsters on the door.

The Demon Slaying Division's plaque is an authentic weapon spirit. It is a mere high-grade magical weapon, and its spiritual intelligence far exceeds that of a pure Yang fairy weapon.

"Originally I thought it was made by Taizu Daqian's secret method, but now it seems that it should be part of some kind of treasure."

Zhou Yi had some grudges with Ban Bian, and he calculated and deduced with his fingers. Now he is hiding in southern Xinjiang.

The black-awned boat docked, Zhou Yi paid the boat fare and rode the sacred ox into Linjiang County.

In ancient times, the area of ​​the county was not large. With a few thousand to tens of thousands of people, it was already a large county. Linshui County relied on the Anlong River and was barely prosperous.

Zhou Yi is like a tourist, watching all the way, and giving up a few pennies when he meets a beggar.

The beggar must be real, and the fake one cannot attract the goodwill of the real immortal.

Moo!

The tip of the sacred cow's nose twitched, and he followed the scent to a restaurant called Long Lai Pavilion.

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

Traveling south from Luojing, you will pass through hundreds of cities, large and small. No need to ask, Shenniu will definitely be able to find the place where the fine wine is in the city.

The water and the soil are the same as the wine. Some local wines require special hydrology and geographical veins to brew them. After Zhou Yi tasted them, he praised them for their unique flavor.

Longlai Pavilion has three floors, and there are many guests coming in and out, making it quite lively.

When the waiter saw Zhou Yi riding an ox, his eyes lit up. He quickly went to talk to the shopkeeper and then came to greet him.

The waiter bowed and said, "Taoist Master, you are so precious, so you should put it in the backyard, where someone will watch."

"It doesn't matter, I can't throw it away."

Zhou Yi asked: "Make two dozen of the best wine you have here and drink it from the cow."

"okay!"

When the waiter heard this, instead of being angry, he bowed lower and introduced: "Our best wine is called Qinglong Zui. I once really got the Dragon King drunk!"

"Is there still this matter?"

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

"Of course, that's how the name Longlai Pavilion came from."

The waiter led the way and introduced: "The Dragon King turned into a human form and came to our place to drink. He accidentally drank too much and his dragon head appeared. Many people saw it at that time."

Zhou Yi heard that it was interesting that the little dragon was really active and could integrate into the human race market, unlike other river gods and mountain gods canonized by the demon clan.

Most of the demon clan's mana growth relies on their own accumulation over the years, and they don't have much demand for the power of incense, so most of them hide in the mountains and rivers and don't care about worldly affairs.

The imperial court issued a yellow book about clouds and rain, which was also used to consecrate human beings to gods and command the gods of the immovable demon clan.

There is just one empty space next to the window on the second floor.

After Zhou Yi sat down, he ordered a few side dishes and a jar of wine, ate and drank while looking at the city scenery outside the window.

Tianji Mountain is surrounded by spiritual clouds, and the restrooms have more spiritual energy than the county town. However, it is too deserted and boring.

At this time.

A young man in green clothes came to the table and bowed to salute.

"Sir, can you put together a table?"

"Um."

The tip of Zhou Yi's nose twitched and he smelled the dragon's energy. The young man in green in front of him was none other than the water god Ao Rong.

Ao Rong took out an ordinary-looking wine pot, filled it with wine for Zhou Yi, and said, "Sir, this is the century-old Qinglong Zui. The owner of this restaurant only uses it to worship the God of Jiang."

Zhou Yi took a sip and found that it was indeed strong, but it was still far from being able to drink it until Ao Rong, the water god, could reveal himself.

Ao Rong deliberately appeared drunk, most likely to leave the legend of the Dragon King being drunk and to attract more incense to Jiangshen Temple.

"You are so brave, you actually dare to follow me. Aren't you afraid that I want to eat snake soup today?"

"Sir, you are joking. How can snake soup taste like wine?"

Ao Rong knew he was joking, but his hands couldn't help but tremble. The handsome Taoist in front of him was unfathomable, and he couldn't even calculate the history of the rare treasure.

Zhou Yi took a sip and found that it was indeed strong, but it was still far from being able to drink it until Ao Rong, the water god, could reveal himself.

Ao Rong deliberately appeared drunk, most likely to leave the legend of the Dragon King being drunk and to attract more incense to Jiangshen Temple.

"You are so brave, you actually dare to follow me. Aren't you afraid that I want to eat snake soup today?"

"Sir, you are joking. How can snake soup taste like wine?"

Ao Rong knew he was joking, but his hands couldn't help but tremble. The handsome Taoist in front of him was unfathomable, and he couldn't even calculate the history of the rare treasure.