Chapter 573 574. Beat the Drum

Author: No Nights in the prosperous Tang Dynasty

Chapter 573 574. Beat the Drum

When the Holy Demon Realm looked up at the dome and showed a dark red scene, but in fact, when Pei Xihe was really in front of the hall, he realized that this was not the case.

Perhaps the palace was protected by mysterious power outside, and the inside was like a small world.

The bright moon emerges from the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ​​clouds.

I saw a white moon hanging high above the extreme of the sky, scattering bright white glow, clearing the cold bones.

The entire palace is located in the rolling sea of ​​clouds and mist.

The Holy Demon Palace is extremely large and cannot be seen at a glance. Although it is the emperor among the demons, it is a palace of immortals. Pei Xihe couldn't help but think of a sentence that often circulated by ordinary people.

"The White Jade Capital in the sky, the 5th floor and the twelve cities. The immortals caress my head, and they will be born and receive immortality."

She looked in front of her, and there was a red gold gate with a big drum hanging in the air.

The surrounding scenery is extremely elegant, all with extraordinary elegance.

The name is connected to the long scenery of the Heavenly Court, and the atmosphere connects the palace to the atmosphere. The dew in the hanging pond is suspended, and the clouds are swaying heavily.

Then I looked at a plaque on the Red Gold Gate that clearly stated the word "Holy Demon".

The brush strokes are vigorous and straight, like a flying real dragon, scrolling the surrounding spiritual energy. A brief glance makes Pei Xihe feel tingling in his eyes.

Thinking of the woman in her memory who looked down on the sky, she killed the true demon of the flame with one finger, she couldn't help but yearn for it.

And how should the gate of this central palace be opened?

But I saw that Pei Xihe was not alone here, but three of them were already here, and at the same time, a golden light came from a distance, and the fifth person was present.

The fifth man was a young man with a tender face. Seeing the extraordinary palace in this place, he exclaimed in surprise.

The three men and two men and one woman who came first, the female cultivator dressed in Kundao, holding a whisk in her arms. Although she was a demon cultivator, she was very elegant and elegant, giving people a feeling that it was difficult to approach and surpassed external things.

One of the other two men looked like they were in their early twenties, wearing a black uniform, wearing a silver-white sword, and a white jade ring on his waist.

The other person was shaking a big palm fan in his hand, looking in his early forties and fifties, and shaking the palm fan showed a lot of vicissitudes.

The young man shook his head and looked very curious about the surroundings. Seeing Pei Xihe's eyes, he showed surprise.

"This little friend, how did you get to this Holy Demon Palace by your God Transformation Realm?"

Among the four people in this place except her, this young man was practicing to overcome the tribulation and was filled with the aura of immortal spirits, and obviously had an extraordinary background.

The other three people are all in the late stage of Mahayana cultivation, with the female Kun Dao cultivator the most.

The two male cultivators also carry fairy spirit, but the female cultivator and Pei Xihe do not have it. They should be from the small thousand world.

It is understandable that this Qingyi female cultivator has extraordinary cultivation, but how could Pei Xihe, a cultivator in the late stage of the God Transformation, gather enough demon blood to come?

Pei Xihe heard the question from the young man-like cultivator, and a little dark light flashed through his eyes.

But the three of them were also watching this place before, obviously very interested, and wanted to know how she came into this hall.

She bowed her hand to the four cultivators and smiled and said, "It's just luck."

Pei Xihe had some speculations in his mind, but he had to verify it first.

But the cultivator in black who was in his early twenties frowned and said, "You can say whatever you want. A mere god-transforming monk dares to show off in front of us. Be careful that we will kill you with one palm."

But this sentence verifies what Pei Xihe thinks.

She smiled brilliantly.

"Then this fellow Taoist is here."

"Ah!?"

A few dark lights flashed in the female cultivator's eyes. The female cultivator in golden clothes was a awake person and had already seen something strange.

Pei Xihe has a very strong face, with natural respect and power between her eyebrows.

"As you said, I am just a god. Since a fellow Taoist is a Mahayana practitioner, based on your attitude and temper, I really want to know what I want to search for the soul directly."

She was obviously from the small Qian world. How could these Mahayana monks from the upper immortal world be afraid of the elders behind her coming to come? Of course, they would not.

Therefore, Pei Xihe guessed that monks should not act here.

The male cultivator who was shaking his palm-leaf fan said, "You girl are alert, yes, this place has been set by the Holy Demon Emperor, and no cultivators can interact with each other."

"If you want to seize opportunities, you need to rely on your own abilities. The holy demon hates the internal struggle."

He looked at the big drum at the door, and a little bit of light shot out from his eyes, which were originally slightly cloudy.

Gu Nanzheng looked at the childish young man and snorted coldly.

"This fellow Taoist is over 280 years old, and it's so disgusting to be so cute."

Tang Gu was pointed out by him, but his expression had not changed much, and he did not make any excuses. A gloom flashed deep in his eyes, and was not noticed by outsiders.

The black-clothed cultivator who was pushed back by Pei Xihe with his verbal sharpness, and his demonic energy filled his body. He seemed to be angry and cast a murderous intent that made people feel cold, but he never took action because he was afraid of the rules here.

Only then did the female cultivator Kun Dao speak out.

"Friends of Taoism, you can call me a Yanyuan Sanren."

"If you want to enter the palace in this place, you can roar this big drum with your own power, and you need five people to be present to secretly combine the five elements of the five elements in the five Putuan Mountains before you can activate the magic drum."

"It's been a long time since the three of us waited for two."

I saw the red drum hanging in the air with black dragon and golden phoenix patterns hovering, with a vast breath, and I don’t know what material it is.

There are five cushions on the platform in front of it, and five people must activate the drum at the same time to activate the magic power.

Therefore, Gu Nanzheng, Yan Fei was already waiting for the arrival of the fourth and fifth people here for more than a month, but he didn't want to come at once and they would be together.

Yan Fei also thought about this. Even though Pei Xihe offended him, he had murderous intentions in his heart. At this moment, he calmed down his anger and said, "Since the five people have arrived together, don't delay your efforts."

Yanyuan Sanren looked at Pei Xihe and Tang Gu and smiled and said, "I would like to ask for help from two fellow Taoists?"

Those who came here all went through hardships and dangers to collect the residual blood of the real demon, just to step into the Holy Demon Palace to seek the supreme opportunity. The two of them would not refuse any more ideas, so they nodded at the same time.

Yanyuan Sanren waved his whisk and said with a kind look on his face.

"good."

The five people flew into the zombies and fell on five cushions.

Pei Xihe occupied the main fire of the cushion. She urged her own magic power to pour into the cushion. Then, a red glow of light shot out from her direction and fell onto the big drum.

Immediately afterwards, the black light of water, the green light of wood, the white light of gold, and the yellow light of earth all fell on the big drum.

There seemed to be a clear sound, and the black dragon pattern and golden wind seal on the big drum floated brilliantly.

The man with a palm-clad fan stepped forward and said, "In one stick of incense, this drum can be sounded by practitioners. Dear fellow Taoists, I will take one step first."

He threw out the palm-leaf fan in his hand, and flew violently at the drum.

It seems like a breeze blowing by, but it is like a sudden pressure from the gods.

Bang!

The Taoist rhyme flowed, and the illusion turned into the rules of mountains and rivers and fell sharply on it, making a low sound.

The black dragon swam like a living creature on the drum, and the golden phoenix was also flying. The sound of dragons and phoenixes was in harmony. A ray of light shot out from the crack of the door of the gate and enveloped his body into the hall.

Yanyuan Sanren flew up, with a look of dust and a clear posture.

She held the whisk in her left hand, but her right hand waved it with her long sleeves of Taoist robe. It seemed that there was a magic sound rolling in it without revealing the slightest, but it was condensed into runes and collided onto the drum surface.

The same sound was louder than the man with palm-leaf fan.
Chapter completed!