Time flies, a month after Zhao Fan entered the secret realm of the ruins.

On this day, on the Huzhong Peninsula where the Broken Mountain Sect is connected with the great heaven and earth, among the endless stream of tourists, a man with slender legs and black clothes walked up with the flow of people, his hair was as white as snow, but his face was a little handsome, especially the evil smile that often hung on his lips, so that many women couldn't help but cast their eyes, and even wanted to come forward to talk.

But the man in black, ignoring them, quickened his pace slightly, and in a moment, he disappeared without a trace from the sight of those women.

And at this moment, he appeared next to a small tree, with an awe-inspiring black demonic aura floating on his body, and then squatted down, gently touching the void with his hand, as if stirring something.

Around the man in black, there were constantly tourists passing by, but strangely, he was like an invisible air, without attracting any attention.

"It's been a month, and I don't know how the progress of the thousand ancient demon souls in my Nine Pyloric Gate is merging with the new body."

The black-clothed man's eyes were filled with excitement, and his palms, which were as white as jade, seemed to have grabbed a handle in the void, and then pulled it back.

The next moment.

In front of the small tree, a black door appeared out of thin air.

"Broken Mountain Sect."

The man in black muttered excitedly, then stepped in and pulled the black door shut.

The void was restored to its original state, and everything was silent.

However.

When the man in black descended from the thick fog and couldn't wait to look around the mounds distributed in this small world, what appeared in his pupils was full of devastation, and the tombstone magic circle he had personally refined had already turned into powder.

Those demon pits that should have been upside down with the bodies of thousands of monks and ancient demon souls of the Broken Mountain Sect were even more incinerated traces.

It's all gone!

The man in black is the master of the Nine Pyloric Sect, the Master of the Nine Pyloric Sect!

After a month of recovery, he summoned the ancient demon soul and laid out the recovery plan, and he had recovered ninety percent of his strength, a little faster than expected.

The small world that came to the Broken Mountain Sect today was specially to see the progress of the Demon Soul Recovery Plan, so that it would be easier to roll out the follow-up plan.

In any case, the Nine Heteroscope Master did not expect that he had taken great pains, poured great resources, and even fought against the price, which was a seamless big move, and it was actually ...... It was a mess that was destroyed, more than a thousand ancient demon souls!

That's all he can summon!

Now, there is not even a wisp of remnant soul left......

The master of the Nine Pyloric Sect first stayed on the barren ground, his neck turned back and forth stiffly, and everything he could see was uprooted!

Then, his body suddenly erupted with surging demonic energy.

The entire small world of the Broken Mountain Sect was ravaged by the black mist containing the power of destruction, black wind, black thunder, and black fire, competing for alternating changes.

Crash!

Flutter!

Zizizi~~~

Less than a minute.

The small world of the Broken Mountain Sect was like a ruin that had fallen into purgatory, and all the plants and all the buildings had turned into nothingness.

Even so, the heart of the Nine Hells Master was still like a big stone that was difficult to move, and he was venting frantically.

He was already furious.

This small world finally could no longer withstand this destructive force, and the void between heaven and earth began to collapse.

The Nine Pyloric Sect Lord also gradually calmed down, and his figure flashed, and he directly returned to the outside world through the broken spatial wall element, and then reappeared on the peninsula in the lake.

In my ears, the laughter of tourists and the shouts of street vendors are constantly echoing.

The more the Nine Pyloric Sect Lord listened, the more irritated his heart became, and he swept nearly 10,000 visitors with a cold expression, and then snorted coldly.

Followed by.