Floating Immortal Order Chapter 606: 3 Festival

The third festival of the Tuotian Temple finally began in anticipation of all parties.

Yifa's eyes accidentally collided with the masked corpse king representing the corpse sect.

That look...

Yifa made waves in his heart.

Many years ago, when the Shangtai Realm broke into the Phaseless Realm, she heard about the masked corpse king, and later saw him from a distance when Lin Xi and Lian Si were in the arena of Xuantian Sect. ...back view.

That back is too familiar.

After following up, she didn't have the courage and backed away silently.

"Sister, what's the matter with you?"

Zhixiu noticed that Yifa's face was as pale as paper for a moment, and quickly reached out to hold it, "What's wrong?"

"...no!"

Yifa took a deep breath, shook his head lightly, and followed the large group into the dilapidated Tuotian Temple, "Don't worry, I'll just rest for a while."

The body of my brother was never found.

Ning Zhiyi threw her body away and became a ghost repairer.

If my brother was too unwilling to die, or if there was something special about the place where the corpse was buried...

Yifa dare not think about it.

On the one hand, she doesn't want to believe that the famous Mask Corpse King is a senior brother, on the other hand, she hopes very much that it is him.

But what about him?

Does he have any memories of his life?

Now he is a member of the Corpse Sect.

Also, he's wearing a mask, is he... trying to avoid someone?

When I realized this, Yifa's heart couldn't help but tremble.

All the people in Shanhaizong who took action against their senior brothers were later removed by her.

The only show-stopper who made her unable to do anything, she also remembered that the original plan was to take revenge in an upright manner after entering the late stage of Nascent Soul, or when transforming into a god.

But it didn't wait for her to make a move.

Because of Lin Xi, Ning Zhiyi killed Shanhaizong early.

Yifa's eyes involuntarily chased Ning Zhiyi again.

What happened to Lin Xi, although Ning Zhiyi still didn't reveal her identity, she was also rushing around, looking for all the news about the Demon God of Myriad Lives.

"Senior sister, bye!"

Zhixiu gave her a voice transmission, and dragged her to worship with everyone in the dilapidated first hall.

In the Eighth Hall, the eight-armed ape felt the breath of everyone from both the human and the demon clan, and when he was about to withdraw in disappointment, his eyes suddenly widened.

That monkey king...isn't a gibbon.

It has the smell of his home, it must be the smell of his home.

The eight-armed ape couldn't help struggling and wanted to rush over to take a look.

The stone skin fell from his body.

"What are you doing?"

Wansheng Demon God is not angry, "No matter how excited you are, no matter how excited you are, you won't be home..."

Speaking of this, he also suddenly silenced.

The guy with some long arms looks like a gibbon, is he really a gibbon?

Why doesn't it feel right?

No, no, absolutely not.

The octopus had long since been played by him, and he did not even keep the clan land. Although the last few little apes tried to survive later, they could only befriend the low-level apes. It is not as good as a generation, who was driven out of the hinterland of Baijin Mountain long ago. Even if he still lives on the periphery of Baijin Mountain, it would be good to have six arms.

What's up with this guy?

The Demon God of Ten Thousand Lives also widened his eyes.

Somehow, the monkey king who is worshiping in the hall with everyone, always has the feeling that he is being watched.

Besides, there is more than one person watching him.

That's not right!

For various reasons, it is difficult for the six-armed ape to rush to the eighth-order. Although it is said that it was once the descendant of the eight-armed ape, the elders of Yaoting have long asserted that they have no great chance and will never reach the eighth-order.

In order to prevent the Baijin Mountain from being suspected by Yaoting, he even used Hu Yiba's phantom hair.

Okay, why is anyone staring at him?

He is clearly a loose demon and ranks in the last row of the demon clan!

The Ape King didn't dare to look back, but those two glances caused his blood to churn, sometimes hot and then cold.

No, no...

In the memory of inheritance, this kind of gaze that makes their blood churn and feel cold, every time they appear, it is the time when the ethnic group is about to face disaster.

From their original clan land, they slowly migrated out. Time and time again, every time they migrated, a large number of clan members died, and the strength of the clan declined.

Although in his life, he has never had the feeling of dying with blood churning and cold, but this memory, inherited in the bloodline, is definitely not wrong.

Again, another scoundrel has their sights set on them?

How come it still feels hot?

When the Ape King got up with everyone, he couldn't help but turn his head and wanted to look for the eyes that were inherited in the blood and made the hearts of ancestors palpitate.

"What are you looking at?"

The Eagle King stood beside him and whispered: "Old ape, there is something wrong with your aura, hurry up and calm down."

Pressure?

How to press?

The ape king exhaled and exhaled, "Eagle, help me take a look, is there someone looking at me wrong?"

“…”

The Eagle King glanced around calmly, and then whispered: "What do you have to look at? You are not handsome, and your cultivation is not high. I said, don't be too affectionate?"

When they came here, in addition to paying homage to the twenty-two ancient demon gods and the ten sages of the human race who didn't even have a name, the most important thing was to cooperate with the Qiandao Sect to rescue Lin Xi.

"Even if Lin Xi felt us, it was me."

Ape King: "..."

He's too lazy to talk to this guy.

Unfortunately, Xuan Hua and Ying Niang are the smartest in front.

"What are you doing?"

Shan Feng was also on the side, she didn't know the conversation between them, but the faces of the two seemed to be quarreling again. To prevent accidents, she could only whisper to the two of them, "If you want to quarrel, get out and quarrel, When you get here, be honest with me."

Flowers and fruits are flowing.

She doesn't care about flowers and fruits, but flowing water is really a good thing.

I don't know where Ying Niang got so much. After she took a drop, she felt that her fat body was much slimmer.

Shanfeng is looking forward to the Changshui River.

It's really distressing that people get fat.

Especially when there are two fairies-like women competing.

"Think of flowers and fruits, think of flowing water, isn't it worth our sincere homage to the Temple of Heaven?"

“…”

“…”

The monkey king and the eagle king looked at each other, snorted together, and turned their heads in opposite directions.

At this time, they thought they were secretive, and they thought they would transmit in a low voice. In the eight-armed ape and the Demon God of Myriad Lives, they were nothing at all.

These people...are wrong!

When the eight-armed ape turned its eyes from the ape king to the demon kings such as Shanfeng, Eagle King, and Earth King, the eyes of the demon **** of all life also turned on them.

No!

Too wrong.

These demon kings...

Although most of the demon king's breath is very mixed, it is because of a big chance, and there is no intention to advance to the eighth rank.

But...

The eight-armed ape looked at the mountain phoenix, and then looked at the eagle king and the little ape who should be his family, and suddenly laughed, "It should come, it will always come. God can't starve the blind house sparrow."

The Devil God: "..."

He was powerless to refute, and simply pretended to be dead.

Anyway, judging from the current situation, if he quarrels with the eight-armed old ape who is proud of the spring breeze, 99% of the time, he won't win.

The guy pretending to be a gibbon is clearly a six-gibbon with a descending bloodline.

As long as there is one more drop of flowing water to purify the blood, the proper eight arms.

God...

The Demon God of Ten Thousand Lives sighed in his heart, feeling that he had never been on his side.

At this time, with the official start of the memorial ceremony of the human and demon races, the sky above the Tuotian Temple is cloudless, and the blue sky is clear and deep. ...

When the Mask Corpse King raised his head, in the blue sky, he seemed to see the cosmic starry sky, and his mood became inexplicably heavy.

He had already heard the name of Yifa.

From the baby egg of Qiandao Sect to the famous Tiger King of Qiandao Sect's secret door, the change of identity can be said to have surprised everyone in the world.

Once...

At one time he wanted to find his hazy memories, to know what it was like before he was alive.

For this reason, he also went to the place under the jurisdiction of Qiandao Sect.

Unfortunately, I couldn't find it.

Later, he met Suiqing and Lin Xi on the boat, and he also had great hopes for Suiqing.

If he used to be a disciple of Qiandao Sect, it stands to reason that Suiqing should have an impression of him, because the spiritual root attribute of his body is really excellent.

However, Sui Qing has no feelings for him.

He also has no feelings for Suiqing.

Later, when he came into contact with the Qiandao Sect cultivator, he didn't feel anything at all, only... only Yifa.

The Masked Corpse King always felt that he was very familiar with her.

Even when he felt this way about her, he could clearly feel it, and Yifa seemed to feel this way about him too.

Thinking about Yifa's life, the Masked Corpse King became suspicious for the first time about the memories he had long since given up.

As a treasured egg of Qiandao Sect, Yifa never went down the mountain after worshipping Qiandao Sect at the age of six.

Unless she sneaks under.

When the Mask Corpse King followed everyone to the second hall, he couldn't help but sighed.

Now...they can no longer have a handover.

Thousand Dao Sect's almost iron-clad future **** Xingjun, can't have any twists and turns because of him.

Also, he is the Elder of the Corpse Sect.

When the Masked Corpse King pressed the little ripples in his heart, he didn't know it. Yifa was thinking about how to find an opportunity to talk to the Masked Corpse King after the big sacrifice in the Tuotian Temple.

Better to see his face under the mask.

If it's him or not, she has to see it.

Speak the matter on the bright side, and give the 'heart' that has been thinking about... an explanation.

Otherwise, even if you go to the ancient battlefield, you will not feel at ease.

……

On the long corridor, powerful monks from both human and demon races are offering sacrifices one by one.

In the land of God's Fall, the black soil that was originally unwilling to grow grass seems to have received endless nourishment, one after another, tender, reddish grass is growing.

Lu Lingxi has been eating a lot of grass recently. He knows that the grass that grows in this way is not astringent at all, and that it is tender and sweet.

She couldn't help but stretched out her hand and pinched one, and was about to regret throwing it away when she saw the senior fairy looking at her with a half-smile.

Oops!

She hurriedly shook the grass and stuffed it into her mouth.

Hmm!

The taste is better than the previous one, juicy and tender. It's a pity to eat as grass.

"Senior, you also try one, it's much more delicious than before."

Lu Lingxi hurriedly offered her a treasure.

Fairy: "..." She really didn't know what to say about this girl, she took the grass and said, "If it's delicious, pick more. It's also a souvenir!"

Uh~

If Master and Uncle know about this memorial...

After thinking for a while, Lu Lingqi squatted down to pick grass obediently, "You're right, it's better to be alone than everyone." Unfortunately, she didn't have time to go to that grassland to pick the grass that had grown for many days. , "Let me go back and let my masters and uncles, as well as the senior brothers in charge, have a taste of the life I lived here."

She tries to find those who don't look so young.

In the past, he was looking for fat and fat people. Now, Lu Lingxi mainly looks for thin, thin and small grasses.

"Pfft! Lingxi, are you so bad?"

Song Yu drank upright and bright today, and it was Lu Lingxi's private wine.

"Senior, how do you speak?"

Lu Lingxi didn't think she was bad. "Until you understand, you don't have the right to speak." She said pitifully, "You don't even know how much my masters and uncles, and the senior brother in charge, treat me. Ruthless, when you grow up so big, you can spend a few days in peace in the land of the gods."

She's definitely not exaggerating, "they promised me a few days of freedom and a good life, which never came true."

There's always so much going on.

There will be no public affairs, but there will be private affairs.

It's not hard to sell, what if they think she has enough time here?

Also, this time, she also delayed the time for the two uncles, Yifa and Zhixiu, to enter the ancient battlefield. What if they did not go well one day, what should they do with her?

Therefore, grass—must be picked.

Seeing that she was looking for grass seriously, the seven fairies couldn't bear it, they spread out and quickly picked grass for her.

However, perhaps because the Tuotian Temple is being sacrificed, even the thin grass, when eaten, is more tender than before, with an indescribable sweetness.

When the festival arrived at the Thirty-second Hall, Lu Lingxi realized that she might have a lot of grass to bring.

"Pretend!"

The dwarf is a little sad, "I really miss us, so you can eat one. I'm too tired outside, and I can't help it, so I'll find a way to find an alcoholic, and we'll take you in."

"Yeah!"

When Lu Lingxi took the Qiankun Jade Box, her eyes were a little red, "You guys are fine, so am I. When I receive all my apprentices and teach them, I'll bring them in to see you."

This last sentence touched each of them.

The alcoholic is about to speak~IndoMTL.com~ The young master who is hiding in the cracks in the ground has begun to urge.

"Senior, Lingxi, they have already started looking for space cracks, are you ready?"

Up to now, I haven't given her a word, which is really desperate.

"It's only a quarter of an hour before the closing of the Tuotian Temple. We can't wait for the fourth festival, right?" If that's the case, then she can go in too.

"Got it, get it right away!"

There is no such thing as a lasting banquet.

Going out on a spiritual path is the best thing for everyone.

The seven people, the drunkard and the fairy, quickly surrounded Lu Lingxi in the middle, and clasped their hands together. Through Song Yu, they sensed the formation of the Tianxuan shadow formation. When shooting, tear a seam.

Boom!

A relentless pressure came from the crack.