The melodious music, the gorgeous costumes, Jiuying's indifferent expression, leaning against the wood collapse.*.*

Suddenly, his brow frowned.

"Master, is there something wrong?" the pretty maid asked respectfully next to her.

"How could this happen? Did it fail?"

Jiuying ignored the maid's question and muttered.

After a moment, a figure flashed, "Da!" and landed outside the Tianxiang carriage, but it was the Three Treasures.

However, the Three Treasures were in poor condition at this time. Although the broken right arm was no longer bleeding, it was still a terrifying scar and shocking. It may be because of the secret technique used all the way to fly, the breath was listless, and it was extremely unstable, and it looked extremely embarrassed.

"Come in!" Jiuying's voice was neither happy nor sad.

"Crash!"

Sanbao pushed open the car door and walked in, with a shameful expression on his face and respectfully kneeled on the floor.

"Master! The Three Treasures are incompetent, they are ashamed of their master, and their mission failed."

There was a silence in the carriage, only the breeze blew in, the gorgeous curtain of the tent floated, and a series of wind chimes made a pleasant sound.

The beautiful maid next to her slowly knelt on the ground, holding Jiuying's shoulders with a delicate hand and gently massaged her.

Although I didn't say anything, my beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, and I obviously cared for the Three Treasures.

"Tell me what's going on?" Jiuying always had such a calm tone, as if nothing could affect his mood.

"I met the successor of Senior Fucang."

With the words of the Three Treasures, Jiuying's body shook slightly, and the beautiful maid's hands that were massaged also stopped.

"Fu Cang. That old monster was born?" Jiuying asked.

Sanbao's face turned red.

"The subordinate was incompetent and was defeated by him. He did not ask for any information about Senior Fucang."

Sanbao paused a little, and then narrated the entire battle without any exaggeration or derogation.

"Telection, shaping the clone, and the time flow is slow. It's actually possible to have three natural magical powers, which is interesting. It's really interesting."

A flash of light flashed in the eyes of the Nascent Soul, showing an expression of interest. Of course, it was just an interest.

"He is not the successor of Fucang." Jiuying suddenly said.

"Um?"

"According to what you said, he only had the Fucang sword, but he did not recognize his master. At the beginning, he could not exert the power of this immortal weapon. If it were the successor of the old monster Fucang, that old guy must have no less than a hundred ways to make the Mao Zombie recognize the Fucang sword. Moreover, when that Mao Zombie is fighting against you, does he have the unique skills of using Fucang?"

The Three Treasures thought for a moment and replied respectfully:

"No."

"With the arrogant and arrogant old man Fucang, how could he allow his descendants to fight against the enemy? Even when he is at a disadvantage, he will not use his unique skills?"

Jiuying's mouth gradually showed a smile.

"Hmph! It seems that the old man Fu Cang is still trapped in that place. He has not escaped yet. Hahaha... I can't say that I will find opportunities in the future and rescue the old monster."

Jiuying smiled very happily. Obviously, in his opinion, it seemed to be a very fortunate thing to rescue that old monster.

"As for that hairy head..."

"I am willing to go to fight and avenge Brother Sanbao." The beautiful maid next to me respectfully requested the battle. A gleam in her eyes flashed.

Jiuying turned her head and glanced at the maid.

"If the hair zombie can seize the opportunity, after this battle, I'm afraid you will be able to control the Fucang Sword. The Three Treasures are not his opponent, and you can't do it either. If Wuying is there, you can try it... I don't have to pay attention to him for the time being, and I will talk about it when the Lord meets him one day!"

“Yes, Master!”

Although the beautiful maid did not believe in this statement, she still answered respectfully.

Jiuying turned around and faced the Three Treasures, and a light ray of light shot out with a pinch of magic in her hand.

But I saw white light covering the broken arm of the Three Treasures, and granulation wriggles, and in a blink of an eye, a new arm grew out.

The momentum of Sanbao also increased.

Obviously, this time the regeneration of the arm was not an ordinary spell, not just growing, but even the lost mana was replenished.

Seeing this, Sanbao's first reaction on his face was not surprise, but worry:

"Master! The three treasures are not worth the master's waste of mana..."

As soon as Sanbao was halfway through his words, he was interrupted by Jiuying raising his hand:

"I can still bear some magic power. There are many things that require you to do next. If you don't recover quickly, how can you do it?"

“Yes, Master!”

The three treasures looked grateful and knelt down and bowed.

"Nakuo is back. Judging from his appearance, I'm afraid he's losing a lot. Go and deal with it. This pill is a compensation for him." Jiuying suddenly spoke, and his fingers popped, and a small black bottle flew over.

“Yes, Master!”

Sanbao did not sense Naraku's breath, but he was absolutely convinced of the master's words.

After walking out, a stream of light suddenly escaped from the ground.

call out!

A thin clown figure appeared in front of Tianxiang's carriage.

"Sir Sanbao? Are you back?" Naraku was stunned, obviously not expecting to meet Sanbao here.

Immediately afterwards, Naraku's face became extremely ugly and unconcealed anger.

"Why did Lord Sanbao let the black zombie leave? Hundreds of people in the tribe were slaughtered by him."

"Hmph!" Sanbao snorted coldly. He was extremely disliked the Shili tribe. If the master had not needed to rely on them at the moment, Sanbao would even kill each other for such a despicable creature.

"Does I need to explain to you when doing things?" Sanbao rolled his eyes.

Naraku's face turned ugly and changed continuously, but in the end he sighed, lowered his head, and squeezed a respectful expression on his face:

"Sanbao, please forgive me for your little words."

When the other party apologized, the Three Treasures would not hold on to it. After all, these stone sharks were still useful in Jiuying’s plan.

"I am not the opponent of the slag, and I have suffered some injuries. Thanks to the master's actions, he has just recovered. The master knows the loss on your side. This bottle of pill is a compensation for you. With your strength and status, you can transfer some tribe members to assist the master."

The three treasures waved their sleeves and threw the small bottle over.

Naraku's eyes lit up and he reached out to take it. He opened it and looked at it, and his face immediately had an expression of ecstasy.

"Mr. Jiuying is wise! It is the honor of my Shiyu clan to be able to serve Master Jiuying."

Naraku's performance attracted Sanbao's disdain again.

...

Deep in the distant mountains and in the rock formations of thousands of feet underground, a palm-sized mansion is exquisite and brilliant.

Human Zhang Yang and zombie Zhang Yang sat cross-legged.

The magic power floated down between the two. The Fucang sword floated in the air, and the faint blue sword light sucked and spitted slowly, and it was a picture full of fairy tale.

The foreheads of human Zhang Yang and zombie Zhang Yang are constantly released, invading the Fucang sword.

Zhang Yang could clearly feel a strange consciousness in Fucang sword, which was not very repulsive to him.

What Zhang Yang has to do now is to use the power of his soul, constantly contact him, and try to communicate with him.

The consciousness of the Fucang sword weapon spirit is not even comparable to that of a three-year-old child. In Zhang Yang's opinion, it is a bit too simple.

Zhang Yang's soul power continues to invade and communicate...

This process is extremely long. Fortunately, as a cultivator, Zhang Yang does not lack the least patience.

Time passes by little by little.

For Zhang Yang, the most important thing at the moment is to let Fu Cang Jian recognize his master.

And outside, after decades of migration, the beast tide finally walked out of the 100,000 mountains and began to contact the human defense line.

The first one to walk out of the 100,000 mountains is undoubtedly the Chewing Bone Tribe.

Humans gathered a large number of monks to forge a solid defensive formation.

The beast tide was surging, like a black flood, constantly rushing into this defensive front.

There is also a demonic aura that soars into the sky. Only when humans gather thousands of cultivators can they connect their respective auras and fight against the demonic aura.

Once the number of people is less than a thousand, the battle becomes suspenseless.

The battle on the ground was turbulent, and in the sky, there was another battle.

Six old men with white beards and beards were floating in the air, confronting a gorgeous carriage a hundred miles away.

On this carriage, a burly giant man stood on the front of the carriage, holding a big man in high spirits.
To be continued...