The Golden-winged Roc King is the strongest and longest demon king among the twelve demon kings of the demon clan. The Golden-winged Roc Bird, also known as Garula, is the top tribe among the demon clan. However, the Golden-winged Roc tribe's reproduction ability is too low and weak, so there has never been more than three golden-winged Roc coexisting in ten thousand years.

The Golden-winged Roc King named Dark Sun is known as the top of the Five Emperors in the world, along with the Martial God, Sword Saint, Ghost Tathagata and Demon Lord.

Two peerless powerful men standing at the top of the Void Spirit Realm stood on the wilderness of Southern Chizhou. An Ri stared at the young monk with a face and asked word by word: "Liuchen, do you really want to join forces with my demon clan to attack the demon-suppressing city together?"

"I am not as good as hell. Let the little monk bear the sins that thousands of people in this world are scolded and spread your clan out of the sea of ​​suffering."

The young monk with the Dharma name Liuchen still lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, but his eyes were softly looking at the gravel on the ground.

He stared at the monk tightly, as if he wanted to see through the monster monk's mind. After a while, the Golden-winged King of Roc finally spoke again. The King of Roc spoke slowly and his voice was hoarse and low, as if gold and stone were rubbing, making people feel creepy.

"Okay, I know that you Liuchen is not a person who speaks for no reason. Since you are willing to help my demon clan escape from this wilderness, when our clan set foot in the mountains and rivers of the Middle Earth, we will definitely help you to attack the Lotus Temple and make you the leader of the Buddhist temple. Hahahaha, my clan will not perish. After waiting for ten thousand years, it is finally the time for our clan to prosper."

King Dapeng laughed wildly, his cultivation of shocking the past and present was no longer restricted. The demonic aura that soared into the sky rose up, rolled up the yellow sand on the ground and flew wildly. The entire 100,000 demon clans in southern Chizhou felt the violent demonic aura emitted by their king. To the south of the 100,000 mountains, the demons were boiling.

The martial god Feng Xing, who was standing at the top of the demon city, looked down at the four directions, suddenly felt something and turned his head suddenly. His eyes seemed to penetrate the barriers of hundreds of thousands of mountains and cast atop the endless yellow sand in southern Chizhou.

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In Penglai Prefecture, Zhuo Yuming spent a month searching all the mountains and mountains of a state, and searching for two sects, but still couldn't find the bull-headed mountain mentioned by the master. He knew that the mountain must have been caused by the shift of mountains and rivers in the future and the changes in the landform, so he had to give up searching.

After that, he spent another three months, focusing on Penglai Prefecture and searching hard in the depths of the sea area within a radius of fifty miles. During this period, he encountered the sea tribes living in the deep sea many times. After several battles, although they did not suffer too much, they suffered more than ten injuries from all over the world. After all, in the deep sea, the strong water pressure was very hindering his actions. Most of the sea tribe creatures were proficient in water methods, and the combat power they exerted in the main battlefield was often much stronger than on land. Fortunately, Zhuo Yuming relied on the combination of attack and defense of the treasure Haotian Mirror, and the Shenxiao Thunder Method was also beneficial to the transmission of the water, and he escaped from the battle with the sea tribe again and again.

After three months of searching for the sea area on both sides of the east and west, Zhuo Yuming returned to a mountain stream in Penglai Prefecture again.

There is a thatched hut here, which was built by Zhuo Yuming. After landing in Penglai, Zhuo Yuming passed by this place and felt that the mountains and rivers were beautiful, so he built a thatched hut here. During the gaps in the sea, he came here to rest.

Zhuo Yuming walked to the river and sat down not far from an old man in black who was fishing with a fishing rod.

"Old Wang, you are fishing again. Look at your empty basket, you can't catch a lot of fishing."

This old man surnamed Wang is a local cultivator in Penglai Prefecture. He claims to be the Jindan realm that has been around for a hundred years. The cave is not far from this mountain stream. When he is idle on weekdays, he likes to come here to fish and relieve boredom.

After Zhuo Yuming came here to build a hut, he quickly became familiar with this old man Wang.

Every time this old man Wang caught fish, he would leave three or two cooking fish soup, and the rest would be thrown into the stream again. Almost every three or five days, Old Man Wang would come here to fish with a bamboo basket and a fishing rod. Sometimes when Zhuo Yuming happened to return here, he would pull Zhuo Yuming to drink two glasses of fish soup. It is said that the spirit fruit wine was also brewed by the old man himself.

"Oh, boy Chen, you're back. What a hell today. I've been sitting here for an afternoon, but I didn't even see a fish. At least three or five fish have to be caught at this time on weekdays."

Old Man Wang frowned and stared at the water.

Zhuo Yuming smiled when he heard this. The spiritual consciousness of the monks in the Golden Pill Realm could naturally pass through the water. Today, there was no fish under the water in this stream, so where did the fish come from to take the bait? However, he also knew that this old man Wang came here to fish all day to cultivate his mind and did not care at all. Fishing is not for fishing, but for the hard heart.

"It seems that Mr. Wang is going to return empty-handed today. After eating Mr. Wang so many times, he also got a lot of wine. Chen went upstream to catch a few fish and came back. Today he was the first to join us and invite the old god Wang to come back."

Zhuo Yuming smiled and teased for a few words, then stood up and flew upstream.

Old Man Wang watched Zhuo Yuming leave with a smile in his eyes, and said to himself: "This kid is pretty good-nature. He has been returning for a few months for a long time, but he joked about me, the old man. The truly valuable treasures in the West Sea have long been included in the Dragon Palace. This kid is hiking into the sea all day long. What is he looking for?"

Within a moment, a light of escape fell, and it was Zhuo Yuming who had returned.

I saw him holding three or four fish strung with straw ropes in one hand and a handful of wild vegetables in the other.

When Zhuo Yuming was first rescued by Old Man Lin, he followed Old Man Lin in the valley and learned how to cook. After returning to the house, he cooked the grass carp and wild vegetables, but after a while, he brought a plate of fish and two plates of wild vegetables to the table.

"Old Wang, come in. The dishes are ready, just waiting for your spiritual fruit wine."

Old Man Wang heard the greeting and faintly smelled the fragrance of vegetables. He responded, then threw down the fishing rod and walked into the hut.

The two sat opposite each other and whispered cups and the fish dishes on the table were wiped out.

Although those who practice Taoism can fast and eat after reaching a certain level, Zhuo Yuming has been searching around in the deep sea in recent days and has fought with the sea tribe for a long time, which has greatly lost its mental strength and physical strength, so his appetite has been greatly boosted at this time. As for the old man Wang, he was originally a Taoist, and he was often harmed by him.

After the two of them had enough food and meals, they came to the stream again. One of them fished with a pole and the other one sat cross-legged and looked out.

"Boy Chen, I didn't expect that your skills are really good. Not bad. There are very few people in the mountains who can cook and cook these days."

"I lived in the same valley with an old senior for a while and learned some superficial skills from that senior. Although it is not so elegant, it can fill my stomach."

Zhuo Yuming sat by the stream with one hand on his forehead, looking at the distant peaks, while chatting with Old Man Wang in a casual manner.

"Boy Chen, you are missing all day long. Are you looking for something? I have been in Penglai Prefecture for more than two hundred years, and the place is quite familiar. You might as well tell me, I will plan for you."

When Mr. Wang saw that Zhuo Yuming was absent-minded, he knew that he must be bothering about the things he was looking for, he spoke up and advised him.

Zhuo Yuming didn't agree, just smiled and shook his head.
Chapter completed!