Immortal Space

When Wang Hong arrived at Taihaozong, Taihaozong was already besieged by monsters.

He circled around the perimeter, but he couldn't find a place where he could sneak into the Tai Hao Sect. With his personal strength, he still couldn't break through the heavy blockade of the monster clan.

There is no way, although he is worried about Wang Yi's safety and is anxious in his heart, now he can only wait patiently outside for an opportunity.

Even if he brought all his subordinates, he would not be able to make many waves in this kind of battle.

He waited outside the Taihao Sect for more than ten days, and in this short period of time, monk Nascent Soul participated in more than ten battles.

On this day, as usual, there was a fierce collision in the sky between the Yuanying monk of Qingxuzong and the fourth-order monster of Yaozu.

The power that the Nascent Soul cultivator erupted during the battle made even Wang Hong, who was watching the battle from a distance, have the urge to turn around and run away.

However, it didn't take long for Tai Haozong's formation to be broken under the attack of two fourth-order monsters, and it didn't last long.

Seeing that the direction of Tai Haozong's breakthrough was the north, Wang Hong immediately drove Xiaopeng to the north.

After arriving in the north surrounded by monsters, Wang Hong found a hidden place and took off all the Taoist robes on his upper body, exposing his upper body.

When he practiced the technique of "Easy Tendons and Forging the Undefeated Golden Body", the color of his skin began to change, first it turned red, and when he looked in the mirror, he didn't feel like a monster.

Then he turned his skin black again, still feeling unsatisfied, after thinking about it, he turned his skin green again.

At this time, he looked at the mirror again, showing a smiling face, which suddenly became a little more strange. It is estimated that it is absolutely fine to scare the child to cry.

However, he was still not satisfied, and mobilized the muscles of his whole body, and there were two big bumps on his forehead, like two horns of meat.

Then the facial skin was changed, and the local skin was expanded and stretched, forming several deep wrinkles on the cheeks, which looked a bit like fish gills when viewed from a distance.

After dressing up like this, he guessed that no one would recognize him.

However, what the human race cultivates is mana, and the monster race cultivates demon power. He can only restrain his own breath. If he uses mana, he will be exposed soon.

When Xiaopeng saw Wang Hong's new image, he walked around him several times. Fortunately, he saw Wang Hong's change with his own eyes, otherwise he would never recognize him.

"Boss, what kind of monster do you belong to now? Why have I never seen this kind before?"

"I don't know either. You don't need to care about these details, as long as you can fool most of the monsters."

Wang Hong didn't know if there was such a breed in the monster clan. Anyway, many hybrid monsters looked weird, and he was not bad.

After he finished all this, he stood on Xiaopeng's back with his upper body exposed, carrying a wooden stick, and then ordered Xiaopeng to blend in with the attacking monsters.

This is a method that he has thought about for a long time and thinks he can try it. There are many races gathered in the group of monsters, and they may not all know each other.

When Xiaopeng and Wang Hong mixed into the herd, they really didn't attract too much attention. Now everyone's attention is focused on the battlefield ahead.

Wang Hong let Xiaopeng squeeze into the herd, and quickly approached the battle ahead.

"Kill! Go! I want to fight for the glory of my monster clan!" Xiaopeng pushed forward while shouting Wang Hongjiao's slogan.

Sure enough, this trick was very effective, and did not arouse the suspicion of other monsters, and the two of them rushed to the front residence very quickly.

Now in front of Xiaopeng, there is a huge third-order white rhinoceros. This white rhinoceros is fighting inextricably with a Jindan monk of Taihaozong.

Wang Hong hid behind, waving a big wooden stick, and absently dialed a middle-grade spiritual weapon that was attacking from the opposite side, as if he was still fighting hard.

Eyes and consciousness are looking for Wang Yi's figure everywhere.

At this moment, Wang Yi was among a group of fellow sects, struggling to kill the monster in front of him, although his sword was so fierce that no monster could stop it.

However, after several days of continuous hard fighting, facing the seemingly endless monsters in front of him, he felt more and more tired, and the sword light he struck became weaker and weaker.

He took out a wine bottle from the storage bag, crushed the bottle cap with one hand, and poured the last bit of spiritual wine in the bottle into his mouth.

This was the spiritual wine that his elder brother had brought to him back then. Unfortunately, after years of continuous fighting, it was finally consumed today.

I don't know how his brother is doing now? When Qing Xuzong was besieged by monsters, Taihao Sword Sect once sent a support soldier, but they were intercepted and killed by monsters on the way.

The rescue failed, but instead lost a group of people. Wang Yi was also seriously injured before he fled back to the sect.

Afterwards, Taihaozong was also besieged by the demon clan, and the news was cut off from the outside world, and it is unknown what happened to Qingxuzong.

"Four dogs!"

Just when Wang Yi was thinking of his brother, a sound transmission suddenly sounded in his mind. Hearing this familiar voice and title, he subconsciously responded, "Brother!"

This is a habit he has developed since he was a child, and he will respond in this way when he hears this name.

But after responding, he was a little puzzled. Now that he is under heavy siege, how could his brother appear here?

"Brother! What are you talking about?" Feng Ai, a female cultivator who was very close to him, seemed to hear Wang Yi's words, and asked.

"It's nothing, maybe you heard wrong."

Wang Yi responded, and at the same time continued to work hard to kill the monsters in front of him. He drank a sip of spirit wine just now, and the power of his sword energy increased a little.

At the same time, he glanced around suspiciously, wondering if he had hallucinations just now.

"Si Gouzi! It's me, opposite you!"

This time the voice was clearer, he could confirm that it was his brother, and immediately looked forward again.

After searching again, there are monsters on the opposite side, where is his brother's shadow?

At this time, he saw a strange monster standing on the back of a big eagle opposite, green from head to toe, waving a big wooden stick, staring at him with eyes, as if very arrogant.

Subconsciously, he wanted to use the flying sword to give this monster a heartbreak, to see if it dared to provoke him?

"Stop! It's me! The green one is me! I'm your brother!"

Seeing that Wang Yi seemed to be attacking him, Wang Hong hurriedly transmitted voice to stop him. He was really afraid that Wang Yi would do this to him.

He has already seen that Wang Yi is already a monk of alchemy, and his offensive is fierce, almost every sword can kill a monster, he really doesn't know if he can block it.

Fortunately, the sound transmission speed of spiritual consciousness is very fast. It only takes one thought to pass it on.

The sword light that Wang Yi sacrificed was skewed, deviated from the original attack direction, hit another monster, and sent a divine thought to the green monster and asked, "Who are you?"

"It's me! Your brother! Er Gouzi!" Wang Hong sent back via voice transmission.

After hearing the reply from the other side, Wang Yi finally confirmed that it was his brother.

Because in the entire world of cultivating immortals, there should be quite a few people who know the names of the two brothers, but there is absolutely no third person who knows the names of San Gouzi and Si Gouzi.