After speaking, Miss Shang Xiu turned around, took a deep breath, and kept clapping out mysterious tricks with both hands.

"Buzz ......"

Soon, mysterious runes flowed from her body, flashing with moon-white brilliance, making her figure merge with her surroundings, and began to blur and loom.

"Sister Shang Xiu, I want to go with you. ”

At this moment, in the middle of the team, a young man stood up with some expectation on his face.

Miss Shang Xiu glanced at this young man, this is his cousin, Shang Jun, whose talent is on par with her, but he is still young, and his cultivation is not as advanced as hers. In another two years, it should be possible to obtain the entry qualification of the Qianyuan Holy Palace.

This time, this young man followed her to explore, just to increase his experience, hoping to get some opportunities, and increase his strength and roots. This young man may be the city lord of their Moon City in the future.

After pondering for a while, Miss Shang Xiu nodded and said, "Okay." However, you are not allowed to act rashly, and everything must be at my command. ”

"Sister Shang Xiu, I won't mess around, don't worry! I just want to open my eyes. The young man grinned, and also learned from Miss Shang Xiu's appearance, his hands flowed aura, and shot out one after another miraculous tricks, making a faint layer of moonlight circulate on his body.

This moon, like a mirror, reflects the surrounding environment, making it difficult for others to spot.

"Let's go. ”

The two of them looked at each other for a moment, then held their breath and cautiously detoured to the back of the palace, jumping lightly onto the wall and looking carefully into the distance.

"Stone Wall Divine Pattern?"

Soon, they saw several people from the Demon Slayer Clan, standing in front of a stone wall with complicated expressions.

And the most eye-catching young man from the royal family of the Demon Slayer Clan in the crowd had a gloomy face, and there was an indescribable gloomy aura on his body, which seemed to be brewing anger and would explode at any time.

......

"Damn!"

"With a top talent like me, why can't I still cultivate?"

"This stone wall god pattern is left here, isn't it just to play tricks?"

"I don't believe it, there is anyone with a bloodline talent that is more noble than me!"

The young man looked gloomy and stood in front of the stone wall, his eyes full of anger.

He stood there without saying a word, his fists clenched, his nails almost sinking into his flesh, and he trembled with anger. He is a son of the royal family of the Demon Slayer Clan, and his father is a powerful god.

Even outside the territory where there are hundreds of races, his identity and bloodline are all first-class noble existences.

Seeing that the young man's face was not good, the Demon Slayer guards behind him were all trembling, and they didn't dare to come forward to persuade him. They knew that their young master had nowhere to vent his anger in his heart at this time, who would dare to go up and ask for his own hardship?

"Young Master Rong......"

Seeing this, Uncle Leng knew that Young Master Rong must be extremely angry in his heart.

Since Young Master Rong was born, he has been pinned on by the head of the family, even in the royal family of the Demon Slayer Clan, he can be regarded as a leader. He had always thought highly of himself, but at this time, he found that his talent was not enough, and he was not even able to cultivate this stone wall divine pattern, how could he withstand such a blow?

At this time, Uncle Leng walked up to Young Master Rong and whispered, "Young Master Rong, don't be disappointed. This stone stele god pattern is just our secondary target this time. Our main goal this time is a flame technique inheritance on the side of the main hall. ”

"That flame technique inheritance is even more mysterious, it has only one divine pattern, which is engraved on a hanging stone tablet. But if you put your divine sense into careful observation, you can see that there is a world within the divine pattern. ”

"In that world, the scorching sun burns the sky, there are golden-winged phoenixes, sun god birds, fighting back and forth in the void, the divine power is drumming, shocking the ancient, and the gods are extraordinary. As long as you comprehend a trace of artistic conception in this stone tablet, it is enough for young master you to step into the realm of the god master before you are a hundred years old. ”

"What?"

Hearing this, Young Master Narong's face showed a look of disbelief.

He turned his head, looked at Uncle Leng suspiciously, and said, "Uncle Leng, you didn't mean to comfort me, did you?

Uncle Leng saw that Young Master Rong was no longer indulging in disappointment, but was interested, his goal was achieved, and he smiled at this time: "The old slave doesn't dare to deceive Young Master Rong." The old slave once had the privilege of following his master and met the supreme existence of my demon killing clan, the Lord of Demon Killing and the Blood River God Lord, two Majesties. ”

"On that day, the Lord of Demon Slaying used a grain of sand as the carrier, and the Blood River God Lord used a drop of water as the carrier, and the two Majesties used such humble things to interpret the supreme meaning of the way of destruction for the master, which opened the eyes of the old slave. ”

Hearing this, Young Master Na Rong finally believed Uncle Leng's words.

He nodded excitedly and said, "I know about it." My father told me about it. On the same day, my father met with the two Majesties at the Blood God Palace and received guidance. After coming back, within ten years, my father's strength has increased threefold, and even among our Demon Slayer royal family, he is a well-deserved son of the pride of the sky. ”

The boy admired his father incomparably, and the other guards were all very honorable.

"A grain of sand is a world. A drop of water is a red dust. When will my Qu Rong reach this level?"

The young man muttered to himself, yearning for such a magical realm.

Being able to face to face, standing in front of the Demon Slayer Lord and the Blood River God Lord, exchanging cultivation experiences with them, and getting guidance, this is the day that every child of the Demon Slayer Clan yearns forward to the most.

However, only by crossing the gate of creation and reaching the realm of the gods can one be eligible to meet the two Majestries.

"Young Master Rong, the old slave believes that this day will not be too far away. ”

Uncle Leng looked at the young man lovingly from the side. Although he is a slave of the boy, he has watched the boy grow up and cares about the boy very much.

"Yes, it won't be long. ”

The young man's dark golden pupils flickered for a moment, and the flame of confidence burned again, and he smiled slightly: "Uncle Leng, let's go! ”

"Huh?"

However, the boy took two steps, suddenly realized something, and frowned.

He paused, and his eyes glanced at the wall behind his right, revealing a sneer.

That Uncle Leng also sensed something, smiled lightly, and the big hand shrouded in his sleeve gestured to the four guards behind him.

"We know how to deal with it. Don't worry, young master, steward Leng!" When the four guards saw this gesture, they immediately understood, knowing that someone was secretly peeping at them and the others.

There was a hint of murderous intent in their eyes.

The Demon Slayer is warlike, and is almost invincible in the same rank. They don't want to cause trouble, and there are people who dare to spy on them in the dark and covet their treasures?

It's really looking for death!