"You really haven't completely dissipated!"

Mu Ziliang finally spoke, his eyes narrowed, and his heart began to fluctuate.

"Hahaha~ I didn't expect that there would be a person like you in this little hidden world, maybe the old man surprised me back then, but it was also a little harder, and today I will use you so-called juniors to make up for his sins!"

In the black mist, the outline of a huge bat became more and more obvious, and the arrogant voice also made Mu Ziliang more and more familiar, this was obviously the same existence, but he couldn't understand why the breath of the guy above Mingfeng had disappeared so completely.

But even if the bat demon reappeared, Mu Ziliang didn't take action immediately, because when the black fog came, the sound of the flute was still there.

And Mu Ziliang had a feeling that the flute was not brought by the bat demon, at this moment he was sitting alone on the Nanshan Pass, and the wind blew his Dao robe to the sound of hunting, but his face still did not change.

At the same time, in the midst of the howling wind, the black clouds that covered the sky seemed to turn into stormy waves in the sea again, and began to press towards the entire Nanshan Road.

In the sound of the flute, more and more people in the Nanshan Road began to get lost, and everything seemed to return to many years ago, when the big demon made a comeback, the entire Nanshan Road once again fell into a crisis and panic.

In the back mountain of Nanshan Road, Ahri looked back at the sky in the distance, and her face became extremely solemn.

The sound of the flute is long, and the magic in it is breathtaking, Ahri turned around and looked at Xu Wen again, and waved his hand in front of her, with a burst of fragrance, Xu Wen in panic quickly fainted.

Immediately afterwards, Ahri carefully placed Xu Wen, and once again turned around and pushed the door and walked out in a restless mood!

"Nanshan Qing Cultivation Land, as long as I am here, I will not let you set foot again!"

Above the Nanshan crossing, Mu Ziliang said in a deep voice, and when his words fell, not only in his eyes, but even on his body, a faint purple light appeared.

At this moment, Mu Ziliang is no longer a young man who was not a child back then, but a Nanshan Daoist who has cultivated to the highest master.

The technique of Nanshan Dao preaching "Purple Cloud Sutra" is the secret technique of self-cultivation, as one of the world's techniques, and has the effect of protecting one's body to repel demons and evils, Mu Ziliang is now practicing the realm of the supreme master, and his body is full of purple light, and at this moment an invisible aura has formed around him, like a wall of qi, completely blocking those black fogs outside.

"I didn't expect that there are really many talents in this little technique, and you have such a cultivation!"

In the black mist, the arrogant voice sounded again, and in the face of Mu Ziliang's obstruction, the bat demon's tone actually carried a hint of appreciation from the elders for the juniors, but there was still indifference in the voice.

But even if Mu Ziliang cultivates to become a master, in his eyes, there are hundreds of magic methods in the world, and what can make him jealous will not be in his eyes except for the three major gates!

"Huh?"

However, just when the black mist was about to move again, wanting to wrap Mu Ziliang's whole person into it, suddenly the bat demon in the black mist let out a light sound, and then the outline of the bat became more and more obvious, and finally in the rolling black mist, a black shadow slowly condensed out above the Nanshan crossing in front of Mu Ziliang.

At this time, Mu Ziliang's eyes had closed again, and the purple light on his body became more and more obvious, but the footsteps of the bat demon were clearly heard in his ears, and the other party was walking towards him step by step.

The footsteps were very soft, but even in the midst of the surging noise, they were so clear, and there seemed to be some strange rhythm mixed in with the footsteps!

Mu Ziliang's face was pale, and sweat continued to ooze from his face.

"Why does the deity always feel a difference in you, I don't know what this guru's blood tastes like!"

In the end, the black shadow transformed by the bat demon walked in front of Mu Ziliang step by step, and he also showed some doubts on his face.

As he said, in Mu Ziliang's body, he would always feel an aura that was different from any warlock he had ever seen.

This seems to be an intuition, and it seems to be an illusion, but whether it is true or false that can make his generation of demons have an illusion, it is absolutely extraordinary!

In the end, the bat demon frowned again, he came to Mu Ziliang and just stared at him so calmly, the feeling became more and more obvious, and the breath on Mu Ziliang's body became more and more familiar in his perception.

Finally, in the end, he only said two words: "Is it him?"

When the bat demon's voice fell, the corners of his mouth once again revealed a strange arc.

"Guru Dao Fruit...... You have actually produced the fruit of the Guru's path!"

There are hundreds of sects of art in the world, and all cultivators who practice the supreme master can be the ancestor of one sect, or the realm of the guru is really difficult to cultivate, but looking at the world, in addition to the three great avenues, there are still some unborn long-term cultivators who can reach this realm.

But even if they reach the realm of the guru, there will be all kinds of gaps between them, because of the different techniques they practice, the abilities that the guru can have are also different, the reason why the three great gates can be proud of the world's martial arts, in addition to the countless amazing people in the daomen, the three great gates are even more unique among the martial arts.

Therefore, once the warlock in the Dao Gate cultivates the Master, the power he has is by no means comparable to that of ordinary Warlocks, not to mention that there is still an existence in the Dao Gate that only appears in legends, that is, the absolute ruler of the magic world: the cultivation of the Great Master!

But there is also such a kind of warlock, they do not need to practice the highest and most profound magic, and they can still transcend ordinary warlocks, they are called the cultivation of the spiritual root.

Those who have spiritual roots are rare in the world, and the spiritual roots can be cultivated to the master, and they can bear the fruit of the Dao, and only after the fruit of the Dao can there be a trace of the possibility of touching the legendary realm of Tuas!

"No wonder...... No wonder you are able to have such cultivation at such a young age, it turns out that you can also bear the fruit of the Dao, as long as you swallow you, the day when the Buddha-figure will be completely restored will not be far away!"

The bat demon let out an arrogant laugh again, this Nanshan Dao brought him too much surprise, he wanted to devour Guan Mo back then, but because Master Guan Mo practiced deeply, he had not activated the ancestral blood, so he never got his wish.

Now Mu Ziliang has just cultivated to the realm of the master, the Dao foundation is unstable, and although he is seriously injured, he has the power of ancestral blood, everything can only be described by the word wonderful for him!

"Hahaha~"

In front of Mu Ziliang, the bat demon's laughter became more and more arrogant, and even a faint sense of madness appeared.

At this moment, in the Nanshan Dao, whether it was an elder or a disciple, they all felt a more terrifying sense of panic, and the feeling of impending the end appeared in everyone's hearts more and more obviously.