Behind the Netherworld, there is a perennial lush maple forest. 【Latest chapter reading. Regardless of the four seasons, the maple leaves are bright red like blood, adding a touch of color to the dark palace and the dark abyss under the cliff.

Zhuo Junchen stood in front of the cliff, and there was the sound of soup and water under the cliff, and the waves crashed on the stone wall and shattered, the sound was like the roar of a trapped beast.

He stretched out his hand, and after a flash of black light, the Nether Whip appeared in front of him, and the long whip seemed to be pulled by the Nether Abyss, trembling slightly with anxiety. The dragon ball on its handle has changed from the fiery red of the past to a red and black color. It was as if two forces were fighting in it, red and black killing each other, and the dark tide was surging.

casually threw the Nether Whip under the cliff, and the rapidly falling long whip was like a dragon entering the water, and it was soon swallowed up by the fierce tide, but Zhuo Junchen was not moved at all, as if he was just doing something that was taken for granted.

The micro-immortal is dead, naturally no one knows, this nether whip was originally an immortal weapon bred by the nether abyss, and after absorbing the flesh and blood grievances of countless demons, it was born with the previous generation of demons. After ascending to the position of Demon Venerable, the micro-living nethers often use flesh and blood to worship the Netherworld, and the reward given to him by this abyss will be passed on to him by the Nether Whip.

In a short time, a giant dragon burst out of the water and roared. The black and silver scales of this giant dragon seemed to be substance, and the thick dragon body coiled around Zhuo Junchen after it was completely out of the water. The seemingly ferocious dragon rubbed beside Zhuo Junchen, and then the huge dragon body shattered into a black and silver point of light, leaving only a long whip with precious light slowly falling, which was taken by Zhuo Junchen in his hand.

"Jun Chen." Behind him came the voice of Ayasa.

Zhuo Junchen turned to look at her, and it was Qu Ayasha who asked him to come here to rest first, but he went to deal with the trivial matters left behind by the Netherworld Palace.

"Settled?" Zhuo Junchen asked.

Qu Ayasha nodded and said: "I have arranged those people in the side hall, there are many magic doctors in the east, and the king of Dongmang also brought a few over this time, and they all ordered them to go down to treat the injuries and take care of them." "With the character of King Dongmang, he didn't push back this time, it seems that he is really completely convinced of Zhuo Junchen in his heart.

Zhuo Junchen only shook his head when he heard this: "There are a lot of messes left by the micro-life, and you still need to deal with them one by one." "He killed Wu Yan, shocked the demon people, and even ascended to the position of Demon Venerable, in order to fulfill a wish for Qu Ayasha - he even borrowed the name of the micro-immortal, and did not even reveal his own name. As for whether the demons will continue to fight each other in the future, or if they are all united, he has no interest in interfering in these matters.

"It's nature." There was a hint of gratitude in Qu Ayasha's eyes, "After the attendants in the Demon Palace are thoroughly cleansed, I will go to the Western Realm, this time the Western Flame King is dead, and someone must preside over the overall situation." After a pause, she added, "Do you need to send someone to the north to pick up Shen Xianjun now?" "It's just the right time to go now.

Zhuo Junchen flipped the Nether Whip in his hand: "No need, I'll go personally." "Nothing in the Demon Realm is as important as Shen Hanfeng.

Zhuo Junchen had a sneer on his lips, and he saw that Qu Aya was about to speak and stopped.

Zhuo Junchen didn't care about her changing expression, looked at the immortal weapon in his hand, seemed to think of something, and turned to Qu Ayasha and said, "You come with me." So saying, he took the lead and walked into the depths of the maple forest. Qu Ayasa didn't know why, and followed him forward. I don't know if it's her delusion, Zhuo Junchen is obviously the first time to come here, but he knows everything about the Demon Palace.

In the past, this maple forest was a forbidden place in the Demon Palace, where the demonic energy was abundant, and only the Demon Venerable enjoyed it, even the Qu Ayasha had only come a few times. If it weren't for Zhuo Junchen leading the way, Qu Ayasha wouldn't know that there was still a spirit gathering formation hidden in this maple forest. The black spirit stones with similar shapes and intricate magic patterns encircled the black jade spirit platform in the middle in an orderly manner.

Zhuo Junchen stopped in front of the Spirit Gathering Array and motioned for Qu Ayasha to enter the array.

Seeing Qu Ayasha's doubts on her face, Zhuo Junchen explained: "Didn't you say that you were going to the Western Realm to quell the chaos? It is not easy for the current cultivators to suppress so many places. "At the beginning, in the Qinghua Immortal Sect, there were many disciples who were secretly competing, and they were clearly in the same sect but stumbling on each other. Zhuo Junchen had heard a lot from Mu Zisu, and he had seen a lot of them at the Immortal Sect Competition. The children of the same sect are still like this, and in the demon realm that pays attention to the law of the jungle, Zhuo Junchen is somewhat unsure of Qu Ayasha.

Qu Ayasha smiled slightly, understood what he meant, and walked towards the formation.

Sitting cross-legged on the black jade platform, Qu Ayasha had not yet used the demonic qi in her body, and she had already felt countless demonic qi from the outside world surging towards her. However, although these demonic qi are eager, they are quite gentle and can be easily absorbed.

A light sigh overflowed between her lips, and Qu Ayasha understood why Wu Yan was similar to her, but in such a short period of time, it was difficult for her to match.

Zhuo Junchen stood with his hands in his hands, watching after Qu Ayasha settled, the surrounding demonic qi frantically poured into the formation, and then was weakened by the formation, and was finally absorbed by Qu Ayasha. With this help, it can bring great benefits to Koji Ayasa. It's just that if you want to make it quickly, I'm afraid it's still a little bit worse.

After frowning slightly, Zhuo Junchen raised his hand, and extremely pure demonic qi emanated from his fingertips, these demonic qi did not come from himself, but the demonic qi brought back from the abyss by the Netherwhip - the return gift given to him after the abyss completely devoured Wu Yan.

With the help of this demonic qi, the speed of the improvement of the curved silk yarn instantly increased a lot. After the last wisp of demonic energy was handed over to her, Zhuo Junchen withdrew his hand. The current curved ayasa's eyes were tightly closed, and the speed of absorbing demonic energy suddenly slowed down, and then stopped completely. A faint glimmer of fire came out from beneath her, and the pale flames enveloped her, and wisps of impurities seeped out of the incineration, turning into green smoke.

Spiritual consciousness flowed out of the flames that wrapped the silk yarn like a tide, spreading out in all directions.

Zhuo Junchen frowned, and let his spiritual sense collide with him without moving, and then used his spiritual sense to send a message to her, telling her to restrain and retract. Shen Hanfeng had told him a long time ago that since Yuan Ying stepped into the Transformation Spirit, the spiritual consciousness would suddenly skyrocket and spread, and he could talk about everything around him without using his five senses, but the divine consciousness was also more loose and easy to collapse as it grew. Although the Incarnation Period is not as dangerous as the Heavenly Tribulation in the Yuan Infant Stage, there are still many monks who stop here. If you are lucky, you will only fall into a few realms, and it is not impossible for you to be so bad that you will fall directly from weakness.

Soon, Qu Ayasha slowly withdrew her divine sense. As long as she consolidates a few more points, she can be regarded as completely crossing the threshold of the transformation stage. Zhuo Junchen saw the satisfactory result, and had no intention of wasting time any longer, so he only used his divine sense to pass a few words to Qu Ayasha, and then left the Demon Palace and went to the northern border of Fengyuan City.

The wind and snow were all over the sky, and half of the time in the northern part of the Demon Realm was shrouded in ice and snow. It was the Wind North King who had been silent for many years, and the Dongmang King who bordered it had never had the idea of the north. Not to mention that the demons in the north are extremely fierce and loyal to the King of the North of the Wind, even this harsh environment has made the north a chicken rib, tasteless to eat, and it is a pity to abandon it.

In the midst of the snowstorm, a group of people rode several yaks and walked slowly through knee-deep snow. The little bird, which had been black until its way through the blizzard, suddenly flew straight down and plunged into the leader's robe. Although the blackbird is petite, it is extremely fast. The man in the lead was wrapped in a bulging bag, and a large cloak covered his entire body, including his face.

The man trembled for a long time before grabbing the little bird jumping in his arms, pinching his frozen fingers, and the black bird dissipated into a black mist, the man carefully rubbed his hands, unfolded the note in his hand, and read the handwriting on it. The wind and snow were like knives, and the notes were blown to a beep, as if they would be blown immediately.

"What's on the note?" A male voice sounded behind him, Zhan Baichuan turned his head, Mu Zisu only showed half of his face, but he had been blown purple, but his eyes were amazingly bright.

The cold wind poured into his throat like a knife, and Zhan Baichuan used his spiritual power to protect his throat, and then forced his voice out: "Senior Brother Zhuo is rushing to Fengyuan City, we have to move faster!" ”

Mu Zisu frowned, although he had the heart to see Zhuo Junchen's side, but according to Du Heng's explanation, rescuing Shen Hanfeng would run into a demonic Fa Xiao, which would be harmful to them.

"It looks like we have to give up our mounts, but in this weather, how much faster can we get out of Edgeworth?" Su Yuesheng, who was sitting on the other side, said. She has been the pride of the sky since she was a child, where has she ever suffered like this, the fingers in the suede gloves are numb from the cold, and there is no sense of the aura constantly running.

The aura in the demon world is thin, and if you use a little, you will have less.

Mu Zisu said categorically: "Let's take the sword, Senior Brother Zhan will take Senior Sister Su, and Senior Uncle Jiang will take me." My master gave me a lot of spirit stones, and we will be half of each of us later. As he spoke, he looked at Jiang Wuxin behind him, and the person who had not spoken nodded at him.

The four of them came down from the yak, Su Yuesheng's cultivation was not low, although his limbs were stiff, it was not difficult to make a water curtain. In the howling cold wind, the water curtain quickly solidified into a wall of ice to block the wind.

Zhan Baichuan used his spiritual power to turn out a layer of soil from under the ice and snow. The temperature of the soil is not much higher than that of snow and ice, but it gives you a sense of groundedness. Several people quickly took off the heavy clothes on their bodies, and immediately shivered from the cold.

It's just that Edgeworth's flight is extremely ostentatious, and it is easy to be discovered and besieged by the demons, and if you wear it like this, you will only be used as a target by others.

Mu Zisu took out two Wind Shelter Beads from the Qiankun bag, one for Zhan Baichuan and one for Jiang Wuxin: "The spiritual power in the Wind Shelter Bead is only enough to support two hours. We have to hurry. "It's not that he didn't want to take it out before, it's just that there are only two Wind Shelter Beads, and if the spiritual power in them is exhausted, it will be useless.

Jiang Wuxin nodded and said, "This place is not far from Fengyuan City, so if you hurry up, you should be able to rescue Senior Brother Shen before Zhuo Junchen." If you meet Zhuo Junchen before we leave, you only need to go first, and I will break the back for you. ”

Mu Zisu opened his mouth, wanting to say something but swallowed it back. Although Jiang Wuxin was the strongest among them, after all, he only had the cultivation of the foundation building period, and Zhuo Junchen was already an existence that could defeat Senior Uncle Shen.

Jiang Wuxin saw his concern, and only smiled: "I have my own way." ”

Everyone didn't delay any longer, and according to the arrangement just now, the four figures of the two flying swords rushed forward and one after the other, and quickly swept towards the direction of Fengyuan City.

When everyone arrived at Fengyuan Mountain, it was already nightfall, and there seemed to be the help of heaven in the dark, and the wind and snow that had been raging for many days had stopped.

Mu Zisu was puzzled: "Why did you stop here?" "They have a corner of the city that overlooks the majestic Snow City.

Jiang Wuxin said: "Qu Ayasha didn't tell us the truth, she said that Senior Brother Shen was locked up in the Frost Hua Palace in the royal city, but in fact, he was in the Fengyuan Palace. After speaking, he didn't explain much, leaving Mu Zisu and the others with doubts on their faces. The four of them have obviously stayed in one place since they came down the mountain, how did Jiang Wuxin know that Qu Ayasha was lying?

But even so, they could only follow Jiang Wuxin - the map of the Wind Edge City Palace was in Jiang Wuxin's hands.

The speed of the group was extremely fast, and following Jiang Wuxin's speed, they familiarly bypassed the gate of the palace, preparing to climb over the wall behind the palace and sneak in secretly.

Who knew that the guards of the palace were extremely strict, and when Jiang Wuxin was the last to enter the courtyard, a team of palace guards came out and met them.

There were more than a dozen guards. Jiang Wuxin's reaction was the fastest, and he threw Mu Zisu and Zhan Baichuan on the eaves of the palace first: "He is in the west side hall, you guys go quickly!" Then he sacrificed his Bright Light Spirit Snake Sword, and fell into the encirclement of the guards together with Su Yuesheng, who took out the Ice Hail Phoenix Head.

Most of the demon clan's cultivation is not high, but the strength of the physical body is extremely strong, and Zhan Baichuan knows that Jiang Wuxin is preparing to drag the demon soldiers and buy them time. Without the slightest stop, the two of them ran to the west side hall as Jiang Wuxin said. The palace is not big, and if they are surrounded by so many guards, they will only be able to tie their hands and capture them.

Fortunately, they were lucky, after pushing open the third hall door, Mu Zisu saw Shen Hanfeng.

Shen Hanfeng sat cross-legged on the bed, dressed in plain white clothes, and his cheeks were as pale as snow. Hearing the sound, the person who closed his eyes and breathed slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw Mu Zisu, there was a moment of confusion in his eyes: "Zisu? ”

Mu Zisu walked in quickly, and spoke like a cannon: "Uncle Shi, you go out with me, Senior Brother Zhan is dragging the guards outside the door now, if we wait for Junchen to come back, we will be too late!" ”

Shen Hanfeng frowned and said, "Du Heng sent you?" ”

"Yes!" Mu Zisu said, "Shizun has already told me all the causes and consequences, and he asked me to bring you back." The word "must" bit very hard, and even Mu Zisu's expression and eyes became cautious and firm.

Shen Hanfeng unconsciously had a smile on his face, Du Heng had been friends with him for many years, and sure enough, even if he hadn't said hello in advance, he understood his intentions.

"I can't go." Shen Hanfeng's refusal voice was flat and his tone was soothing, but he was more categorical than Mu Zisu.

Mu Zisu gritted his teeth, and the words almost squeezed out of his throat: "You tried it yourself once and failed, do you really plan to die in the hands of Zhuo Junchen before you give up?" The reason why Du Heng openly changed color that day was precisely because he could see that Shen Hanfeng had already had a will to die when he stepped forward to provoke Zhuo Junchen, who had fallen into the Demon Dao.

"You think you're going to put all these things to an end as soon as you die? Uncle Shen, what you owe Jun Chen should be made up for, instead of being like a coward, apologizing with death. Mu Zisu said hatefully.

Shen Hanfeng lowered his eyes and said, "I personally raised Ah Chen, and when I die, no one can hurt him anymore." As he spoke, he spread out his empty palm and said, "Now that my natal spiritual weapon has been destroyed, even my spiritual power has gradually collapsed recently. Falling into the hands of others is tantamount to letting them pinch one of Ah Chen's weaknesses. ”

"It's not that I want to die at his hands because I escaped, but I don't want to be used as an excuse to attack him in the future." Shen Hanfeng said softly, "At least until he likes someone again in the future, he is invincible and invincible." ”

The look of anger on Mu Zisu's face had quietly disappeared, and his eyes were full of sorrow.

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