Ye Fan sat down in a grass hut on the side of the road in the town, ordered a pot of wine, silently observed the past demon cultivators, and prepared to find a suitable person to talk to. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The strength of the demon cultivators who came and went was too low, the demon cultivators of the earth demon and the heavenly demon realm were probably inexperienced, and the restaurant was only a heavenly demon cultivator, so Ye Fan had no choice but to ask him about the situation.

"Shopkeeper, which direction is the nearest big city?" Do you know?"

The boss stroked his cuffs, and ran to reply, "This senior, you are asking about Demon Butterfly Castle, right?"

"Demon Butterfly Castle? let's talk about it......" Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, he hadn't heard of any Demon Butterfly Castle, but since the boss mentioned it, he simply listened to it.

"Okay, good, the Demon Butterfly Castle is about 5.6 million miles south of here, and it is the largest castle within a radius of 10 million miles, among which there are more than 100 million monks, and the strong people of all races are like clouds! The boss spat and told Ye Fan the rumors he knew.

"Herong family...... So are we Terran monks popular in Demon Butterfly Castle?" Ye Fan asked.

"Ahem, this seems to be treated differently, seniors should understand that our Terran monks are not treated anywhere, and what we do is the work done by inferior people, don't say that none of the Sixteen Demon Heavens is a Terran, even the Terran Demon Emperor, I Lian Hai has never seen one in my life. The middle-aged man shook his head and sighed, looked left and right, and saw that there was no one around, Fang lowered his voice and said: "I can't hide it, after coming to the demon world, I regret it all the time, I knew this was the case, why bother cultivating demons? How good is cultivating immortals? The fairy world is all in charge of our human race monks, no matter how bad it is, it will not be mixed with this ......."

Lian Hai's complaint was sensitive, the human monks generally had a low status in the demon race, and the major aboriginal races in the demon world took the lead, under their tens of billions of years of accumulation and continuous oppression, it was impossible for the human monks to make great achievements, and many monks who had ascended to the demon world complained about this, but they were helpless and could not change this difficult situation.

Ye Fan nodded, and then asked, "Then is there an organization of our Terran monks in the city?"

"This ...... Maybe...... If the predecessors go to the Demon Butterfly Castle, you should be more careful, that city is definitely not a good place for my Terran monks. ”

It seemed that Lian Hai didn't know the actual situation of the Demon Butterfly Castle, Ye Fan had to continue on the road, he calculated that if he could find the organization created by the Terran monks, maybe it would be more convenient to find Mei Jingchen.

A million miles of road was only a matter of a few moments under his feet, and the magic butterfly castle under the night was still very prosperous and lively, and the sky of the huge castle was illuminated by countless spar lamps, like tens of thousands of neon searchlights shooting into the sky.

There are many races in the Demon Realm, but they are not lagging behind, and the world with a strict hierarchy system can concentrate resources in one place, and after hundreds of millions of years of development, the overall civilization level of the Demon Realm is no worse than that of the Immortal Realm and the God Realm.

The Magic Butterfly Castle is open day and night, like a city that never sleeps in the secular world, the more the night becomes, and various activities are staged in turn, which is extremely lively and noisy.

When Ye Fan entered the castle, he did not encounter any twists and turns, and the team of barbarian demon clan elite soldiers guarding the castle did not take him seriously at all, but strictly interrogated the two Asura clan masters, lest they have any intentions.

This little incident made Ye Fan realize that within the Demon Realm, there was a very strong sense of defensiveness among the major races, and at the same time, the Terran monks were also despised to the limit, being at the bottom of the level of exploitation and oppression, and they didn't worry about what you could do. From this point of view, the Terran Demon Cultivators here have a lower status than ordinary people in the secular world, and there is absolutely no possibility of resisting or reaching the top of the pyramid.

Ye Fan walked along the block, and saw many fresh faces along the way, the colorful demon realm races, much more wonderful than the dark realm of the cultivation realm, the Asura clan, the barbarian demon clan, the dark demon clan, the winged demon clan, the spirit demon clan, the fire demon clan, and the human race......

In a noisy and lively small building, there was an excited introduction from the auctioneer, and more than a dozen beautiful winged demon girls were dancing in the open-air wine shop opposite, performing hard for the guests......

The occasional few human beggars on street corners are in stark contrast to the dazzling and colorful picture.

Ye Fan noticed that the mana fluctuations on the bodies of these beggars were extremely weak, and some of them were even disabled with their hands and feet, their faces were disfigured, and their conditions were very miserable.

The Terran Demon Cultivator has been reduced to begging, which is really unbearable to look at.

Ye Fan came to a little boy, the boy's father had broken legs, his expression was numb, he was sitting against the corner, the father and son were in tatters, and there was an empty bowl in front of him, and there was only a pitiful magic crystal in the empty bowl.

The little boy was only six or seven years old, with dark eyes, and a child of this age who should have enjoyed the joy of childhood, but here he was on his knees and begging.

The clink, crunch sound alarmed the boy's father, and he raised his head, his mechanical eyes showed a little surprise, and his dry lips squeezed out two words: "Thank you." ”

"Daddy, look!" the boy suddenly tugged at his father's sleeve, looking very excited and nervous.

The legless man lowered his head, his gaze fell on the empty bowl, and in an instant, his eyes widened!

This is......

This is not a magic crystal!

The pure and tranquil aura was silently released from the spar, causing both father and son to show extreme surprise.

"Immortal ......" The man only spit out one word, and then he was alert and didn't dare to say any more.

He guessed it, it was Xianjing!

Ye Fan squatted down, looked at the man at eye level, and asked softly, "How long have you been here?"

"More than two years...... Predecessor...... What do you mean by that?" the man hurriedly said, "Please also ask the seniors to take it back." ”

Ye Fan shook his head and said, "I want to inquire about something." ”

"Senior, please speak. ”

"In this Demon Butterfly Castle, is there a place where Terran monks gather, or is it a chamber of commerce or organization founded by the Terran?" Ye Fan asked.

"Yes, Demon Cultivators. The man lowered his voice and replied, "Seniors can walk two streets ahead, turn one street to the left, and you will see a pawnshop, which is run by our monks, and hides from the outside world. ”

"Okay, thank you. If you don't beg, would you like to do something else?" Ye Fan got up slowly.

"Is there any other way for my father and son to go besides begging?" the man smiled wryly.

"Maybe, such as going to the immortal realm to rebuild the immortal path. Ye Fan changed to Divine Sense Transmission.

The man was stunned for a moment, but soon regained his dazedness and helplessness, shook his head, lowered his eyelids, and said no more.

Going to the immortal realm is absolutely impossible for him, needless to say that he, even ordinary human demon cultivators can't go to the immortal realm, this is a dream.

Ye Fan threw him a few magic crystals again, raised his hand and grabbed the fairy spirit stone, and was about to turn around and leave, when a cold voice suddenly came from across the street behind him: "What is in your hand?"