"I also hope that you can all have some experience this time, and you can improve your cultivation and realm, if you can successfully experience and come back, it will be of great benefit to your cultivation!" At the border of the desolate realm, there were also sect elders who warned and encouraged the monks, after all, the people who went to experience this time were some good seedlings with spiritual roots.

Ling Hang, who was listening to the admonition with a serious face, moved to Xia Meng's side and muttered in a low voice: "Uncle Shi! Wait a minute, I'll be with you! There was excitement and curiosity in his tone.

Xia Meng looked at the little sparrow standing on his shoulder when he heard this, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Do you know how many magical beasts and traps there are in the wasteland?" How bold are you? "Originally, Ling Hang couldn't go to this training, and I don't know how he asked Wuyang's permission to come. In the end, he is young, fearless, and only thinks about curiosity.

Ling Hang pouted, and when he saw that no one was paying attention to this, he muttered and replied: "I am naturally relieved to have Uncle Shi here!" Besides, I've been cultivating seriously all these years, and now I've broken through the foundation! It's still okay to follow Uncle Shi to protect yourself! Seeing Xia Meng's disbelief, he looked like the Qiankun bag in his hand again, and snickered, "Before I was lucky, Master Shizun gave me some life-saving spiritual weapons and charms, there will definitely be no accidents!" Uncle Shi, don't worry! ”

Xia Meng was stunned for a moment, and then looked away at the elder who was still admonishing in front of him, thinking that Wuyang was also hurting Ling Hang, knowing that his cultivation was low at a young age, and gave him some life-saving magic weapons.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Ling Hang asked in a low voice, "Uncle Shi, are you having trouble with Shizun?" On weekdays, you always stick to your master, but now you don't even speak! "He's small, but he knows a lot of things! At least he knew that Master Shizun had taken him in because of his uncle, otherwise he wouldn't have sent that kindness at all!

Xia Meng turned her head slightly to look at the man in white who had been standing on a high place and had never made a sound, and was stunned for a moment before she said lightly: "Shizun and I shouldn't stick together like that......" Maybe she misunderstood something? Perhaps, in her memory, he has nothing to do with herself.

Otherwise, in the face of her hints a few days ago, Wuyang would not have looked at her with such indifferent eyes and told her to relax her mind and cultivate well.

What a proud person she is, she can only be so unconfident when facing him.

Ling Hang didn't understand why she said this, thinking that before leaving, Master Shizun specially gave him a talisman to let him protect Uncle Shi well, thinking that Uncle Shi must have misunderstood something.

Without waiting for him to say anything, he listened to Li Mu who was watching them in front of him and sighed: "If you have self-knowledge, you should understand that you don't have to fight to the death in the face of a strong enemy, but don't do stupid things all of them!" ”

is obviously a caring word, but when it comes out of her mouth, it becomes sarcasm and a rebellious personality......

Mo Xuan on the side was still frowning, took out a bottle of elixir and a few magic weapons from the Qiankun bag and stuffed them to Ren Shu, and vigilated: "You take it to defend yourself, the elixir will make your cultivation increase by one level when you encounter a critical situation, you just have to rest assured, come back and repair it for the teacher for you." Thinking about it, he still didn't feel very relieved, so he looked at Xue Aoren who was listening to the training on the side, "You have to protect your senior brother well during this training, if something happens to you, I will ask you as a teacher!" ”

Xue Aoren was unhappy in his heart, but he responded seriously on his face.

Ren Shu took the magic weapon and the elixir, and stood in a line with the disciples, waiting for the desolate realm to open.

The bright sky slowly fell into a drowsiness, and the aura in the surrounding air slowly thinned out, and everyone was staring closely at the border, waiting for this experience......

Dividing line-

The dark palace was like a hell of fire, surrounded by mournful howls and terrible screams, and the air was so thick that it was almost impossible to breathe, cold and sticky.

A woman in a pink skirt walked into the hall quickly, and without looking up at the person sitting on the top, she knelt down and reported: "His Royal Highness the Demon Emperor, the 10,000 resentful souls collected this time have disappeared on the road...... her voice trembled uncontrollably, obviously very afraid.

There was a faint faint fragrance in the air, seductive and dangerous, with the smell of death, which was the fragrance of flowers on the other side.

The man sitting at the top was dressed in a bewitching blood-red robe, the green silk was scattered, his brilliant face was as pale as paper against the extremely bright colors, and his flaming red lips were like blood, dangerous and tempting.

The man raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, "Oh? He was clearly interested.

The woman tried her best to suppress her fear, and replied: "Lord Luo Tianzhen Demon went to collect his soul, and on the way back, he met a monk who had gone down to earth to practice, and was ...... was defeated by a monk in the infancy stage, and even the magic weapon that contained the resentful soul was taken away...... "It's a shame to say, only the immortal cultivators have always been afraid of the demon cultivators, how can there ever be a demon cultivator who has been defeated?"

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, a cruel look crossed his eyes, and then asked casually, "Who is it?" ”

The woman hesitated slightly, and replied, "It's a disciple of the Supreme Sect, named Xue Aoren......"

The man nodded his finger and snorted: "It's just a small person, send a few more people to kill him." ”

Although the woman felt that the monk named Xue Aoren was not simple, she was relieved to think that their demon cultivation was even more powerful. Thinking about the things I heard from others before, I said: "My subordinates heard that one of the disciples of the Ethereal Peak is an extreme yin physique, which is very suitable for His Highness to use to cultivate and make a Ding Furnace ......."

The man casually rubbed his sleeves and said lightly: "There are a lot of Ding furnaces that have been caught, but there are few that are truly extremely yin, and they don't even have the ability to transform the demonic qi of the deity, and they are also waste!" ”

The woman's heart was cold, His Royal Highness the Demon Emperor's cultivation methods are different, and the demonic qi is naturally different, and the person who can transform his demonic qi is only afraid that he has not yet been born, right?

Seeing her cowardly appearance, the man snorted coldly: "That's it, find someone to bring someone." ”

Before the woman could answer, her spine was depressed by the coercion that burst out in an instant, and she fell deep on the ground, it was difficult to even move, she only felt that she couldn't breathe smoothly, and her chest was very depressed!

On the other hand, the man was not better, holding the seat handle tightly, cold sweat fell, and he looked out of the hall full of shock: "This is...... He? The shock and fear in his tone were palpable.

The always dim Demon Realm burst out with an extremely strong golden light, almost illuminating the entire sky, countless Demon Cultivators felt the overwhelming coercion, and their hearts were excited and afraid, they had all heard the legend of that person, but they had never even met each other!

The coercion lasted for a whole stick of incense, and when the coercion dissipated, there were tens of thousands of demon cultivators surrounding the demon hall.

They watched His Royal Highness the Demon Emperor walk out, and a dark color of surrender appeared on his face that had always been wanton and demonic: "It's the Lord who has returned." It was not loud, but it was enough to silence the crowd, followed by shock and joy.

Their demon cultivators have been suppressed by the monks for hundreds of years since the adults fell into a deep sleep! Now the adults are back!