Walking on the way to the peak, even before he really started the road to the peak, Mu Ziliang's heart already had a sense of awe that he had when other people who came to the summit faced Mingfeng for the first time.

Mingfeng and Moon Peak, Danyin Peak are known as one of the three great peaks in the world, and it is also one of the three major gates in the world.

Now this is the second time that Mu Ziliang has appeared under Mingfeng, when he once again felt the majesty of the head of the world's martial arts, he couldn't help but feel a puzzle in his heart again, why when he first came to Mingfeng, that guy dared to wander here.

Ming Feng gives people the feeling that is diametrically opposed to the ethereal feeling that Mochizuki gives people, it is very real in Mu Ziliang's eyes, but it is precisely because of this that it seems to be extraordinary.

In the end, when Mu Ziliang began to reach the peak for the first time, he also encountered many cultivators who also came to the summit on the way, because the cultivators always had an unusual aura on their bodies, and when they met real cultivators, people who were also warlocks could be the first to notice the abnormality.

However, Mu Ziliang's cultivation is all derived from the Purple Cloud Sutra inherited from the Nanshan Dao, and the way of this technique focuses on cultivating the mind, so Mu Ziliang always gives people a sense of introverted breath, plus Mu Ziliang is so old, so the few warlocks who have just walked by Mu Ziliang's side, he can easily find their breath as disciples of the sect.

However, when those disciples of the Sect of Martial Arts walked past Mu Ziliang, only one of them inadvertently turned his head and looked at Mu Ziliang who was left behind by him, and his face quickly revealed a look of disdain, which was the kind of arrogance that belonged to the warlock in the face of ordinary people!

But Mu Ziliang didn't care about all this, just like when he first climbed Mochizuki Peak, he had obviously felt the mountaineering test laid by the astrological vein, but he was willing to enjoy the process of climbing the peak, instead of rushing to the Mochizuki Dojo, so he became the last person to arrive at the Mochizuki Dojo.

Because after all, who would have guessed that such a young and well-eyed, childish boy would be a genius who had already stepped into the realm of a guru with half a foot.

On the way to the peak, Mu Ziliang soon met many Fang Mu disciples who were rarely seen on weekdays, and seeing those Fang Mu disciples wearing plain clothes, Mu Ziliang was a little more convinced of the demon chaos that he had heard about the night of the demon chaos that happened not long ago.

However, he didn't ask anyone again, since he had already come here, everything would naturally be known when he ascended the Mingfeng Dojo!

The strangeness of Mingfeng, in addition to the fact that this is the holy place of the world's magic gates, the dojo of Fangmu National Road, there is also a point that is the ancient pine trees on Mingfeng, they are squeezed out from the rocks, and the branches and leaves on both sides of the stone steps leading to the Fangmu Dojo on the top of Mingfeng Mountain are luxuriant, and the strange shape is also a point of Mingfeng's strangeness.

Mingfeng is not high or dangerous, but it gives people an inexplicable sense of majesty against the backdrop of those strange-shaped ancient trees.

The more he moved forward, the more uncalm even Mu Zi's conscience became, aside from his identity as a warlock, he was just a young man in his twenties, just a young man who had just come out of the world, and when he met this strange peak in the world, he couldn't help but have a lot of reverie in his heart, and unconsciously gave birth to a trace of regret for his belated appreciation.

However, no matter how peculiar the scenery was, Mu Ziliang still didn't choose to stop, because he wanted to see the holy land of the magic sect that shocked the world on the Ming Peak as soon as possible.

Along the way, after a long time, Mu Ziliang finally appeared outside the real mountain gate of Fangmu Daomen, and looked up to see the word "Fangmu" carved on a stone tablet in front of the door, which was vigorous and powerful, like a thunderous state, which was also very consistent with the impression of Fangmu in everyone's hearts.

At this time, there were two Fang Mu disciples who had been waiting for a long time in front of the Fang Mu Dao Mountain Gate, and in addition to the two ancient pines in front of the door, they were antique and vigorous.

Seeing this scene, Mu Ziliang straightened his body and carefully straightened his clothes, because since he came here, any warlock in the world must maintain his awe of the holy land of the Shumen.

"Nanshan Road, Mu Ziliang asks to visit Fang Mu!"

In the end, Mu Ziliang put his hands forward and bowed slightly to the mountain gate of Fang Mu's vein.

Seeing that the person who came was just a young man, the two Fang Mu disciples who were waiting in front of the mountain gate glanced at each other, and then just made a gesture of invitation at random.

Naturally, they had never heard of the Nanshan Dao, and when they saw the young man who was about the same age as himself climbing the mountain, the only thing Mu Ziliang could feel was their arrogance as disciples in the Holy Land of the Shumen.

Or in other words, what is shown in them is more of an awe-inspiring ......

As the day moved westward, when dusk approached again, many cultivators from hundreds of calligraphy sects in the world had gathered in the Fangmu Dojo.

At this time, Master Wu Nian was still behind him, and the strange thing was that although there were many people in the ashram, and even some places were already a little crowded, the surroundings of Master Wu Nian were always empty, and many people chose to go to the other side after seeing the old and the young, and then they were more careful to bow and then chose to go to the other side.

Perhaps as long as they are warlocks, they are born with an intuition about the people they see, and although they don't know who the Master of Wunian is and where he comes from, they have an inexplicable awe from the old man.

Not long after all the warlocks in the Fangmu Dojo had gathered, another old man walked out slowly from a Dao palace directly in front of the Fangmu Dojo, accompanied by two other Fangmu disciples on his left and right.

When Elder Fang Mu appeared, everyone's eyes also gathered at this time, but after seeing that the other party walked out of the Dao Palace, he just walked straight to the Wunian Master who was standing in front of Tianmu Ding, and gestured to the Wunian Master.

After that, the other party looked around for a while, and said in a voice like Hong Zhong Dalu: "Old Fu Luxing, a friend of the world's martial arts sect on behalf of Fangmu!"

When the words fell, there was an uproar in the dojo.

Lu Xing, one of Master Fang Mu, Master Hua Yi's junior brother who fought against the big demon on the river not long ago, although the other party's reputation may not be as good as his senior brother Hua Yi, but being able to become Master Fang Mu, no one dares to underestimate it.

Moreover, those who have an in-depth understanding of the three great sects of the masters know that this Lu Xing is a person who can be as famous as the masters such as Dianjun and Zhou Zhi on Mochizuki Peak, and it is very rare to be lucky enough to be able to see each other on the path of cultivation.

Just when everyone was slightly excited about the appearance of Master Lu Xing, they saw Master Lu Xing look back at Master Wu Nian in front of him again, and said with a slightly respectful expression, "Senior Brother Wu Nian, can you start?"

Wu Nian nodded, and seeing this, Lu Xing finally slowly turned around again to face the cultivation of the rest of the warlocks who had come to participate in the Demon Slaying Meeting today, and in the process of turning around, the respectful color he had when he faced Master Wu Nian before was still gradually gone, replaced by a rare dignified color.

"All demons, rare in a hundred years, become a big demon, rare in the world, this demon is a demon who has attained the Tao, and the demon is world-shattering!"

Master Lu Xing spoke, and this time all the people who came to the Fangmu Dojo were surprisingly quiet, and many people's eyes stayed on the cyan tripod thoughtfully.

Although the tripod is big, but no matter how you look at it, it will always make people feel that something is missing, and you can find that what is less is a kind of simple atmosphere that belongs to all the tripods in the world.

Ordinary, ordinary, perhaps this is what distinguishes this Tianmu Ding from all the tripods in the world.

"I, the elder of the Mingshan Sect Duanmu Dao Fall, this demon is under my hands, please ask Master Fang Mu to take action and destroy this demon to sacrifice the unwilling soul of that day!"

After Master Lu Xing spoke, a warlock cultivator in the dojo suddenly began to echo the Dao, his tone was a little excited, as if he was about to lose the calm of a cultivator.

And when the first person to echo spoke, in a moment, it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and the voice of harmony quickly appeared among the warlock crowd, which can be described as a crowd of anger.

Thinking that a few days ago, this great demon suddenly appeared outside the royal capital, and the aura it emitted quickly attracted the attention of many people, and it was precisely because of this that many warlock walkers followed the breath and rashly attacked without knowing it, but the final result can be described as heavy casualties.

Who would have thought that in this royal capital of the world, in the holy land of Shumen, such a terrifying monster would appear!

Similarly, for the origin of this demon and the reason why he appeared in the royal capital, there are also a small number of people who bow their heads and ponder, thinking that it is not easy for this demon to have such a cultivation, even if it is rare to use it for a thousand years, but why he appeared in this holy land of the magic gate to do such a provocative act when he was cultivating to perfection is also incomprehensible.

But none of this matters, after all, the monster has been captured at this moment, and what awaits him will be to pay the due price for the evil consequences he has planted and the arrogance that defies everything!

"A hundred spells in the world are contending, and a hundred flowers are blooming!"

Suddenly, in front of everyone, the Master of Thoughtlessness who was in front of the cyan tripod finally spoke.

As soon as his words fell, everyone's eyes were drawn to it, and when they saw the backs of the old and the young, many of them either frowned or pondered.

No one knew who this old man who had appeared from the beginning was, but while they were still confused, the Wunian Master before Tianmu Ding continued to speak: "If you think about it carefully, the techniques of the world can be divided into six categories, which belong to the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth!"