East China Sea, Iwo Jima

Sixteen-year-old Zhao Zheng, wearing a mopping ink-colored robe, stood barefoot on a flowing dark red magma, and his robe and bare feet were not affected by the terrifying temperature of thousands of degrees in the slightest.

The pure eyes that were dark and without variegation stared closely at a slowly blooming Fire God Lotus in front of him, and a shallow expectation appeared in Zhao Zheng's eyes.

Ding dong~

The Heaven and Earth Strange Flower Fire God Lotus, which was rooted in the magma, suddenly let out a crisp sound, and the tightly wrapped buds swayed and unfolded with this sound~

The crimson one-piece dress covered the key parts of the body, and in the flower plate of the Fire God Lotus, a peerless woman the size of an ordinary person's palm was lying on her side in the center of the lotus flower.

"Huh~" seemed to feel something, and the beauty who was sleeping in the lotus flower like a flower fairy slowly opened her beautiful eyes.

When the flower fairy raised her eyes and saw Zhao Zheng, who was staring at her appreciation, she immediately let out an exclamation.

"Don't be afraid, I have no intention of hurting you. A gentle smile appeared on his slightly green face, and Zhao Zheng slowly stretched out his right hand in front of the flower fairy.

Looking at Zhao Zheng's hands hesitantly, the flower fairy hesitated for a long time but still didn't move.

"Alas, rejected again......"

Sensing the resistance in the beauty's eyes, Zhao Zheng's face couldn't help but flash a trace of pity.

"I, Zhao Zheng, never force others, since I refuse to voluntarily go with me, then die. A sense of indifference suddenly flashed in his eyes, Zhao Zheng raised his foot, and with one kick, the entire Fire God Lotus and the flower fairy were shocked into ashes.

He blew lightly on the Fire God Lotus, which had turned into ashes, and a lotus seedling suddenly grew on the original Fire God Lotus's position.

The indifference in his eyes disappeared, Zhao Zheng looked at the lotus seedlings at his feet, and whispered: "I hope you won't let me down next time......"

"Positive ......"

Shi Banyun's voice came, making Zhao Zheng's eyes move slightly, and with a wave of his big sleeves, Zhao Zheng randomly turned into a black light and poured out of the crater, and came to Shi Banyun, who was at the foot of the mountain.

"Mother, you look for me. "Sixteen-year-old Zhao Zheng is already very heroic, and his straight posture is half a head taller than Shi Banyun.

"Where have you been, my mother woke up and saw that you were not there, and I thought you had gone to talk to those monks of the Ten Thousand Saints Demon Sect again. "Ten years have passed, and Shi Banyun's spiritual temperament is much better than ten years ago.

Not only has his cultivation grown to the Divine Power Realm, but even his right arm, which had been cut off, has also grown.

"Zheng'er, how are you talking to those people from the Ten Thousand Saints Demon Sect, when will we be able to return to the Central Plains? Looking at his heroic, chic and handsome child, Shi Banyun asked with some anxiety in his eyes.

"Mother, don't worry, those monks of the Ten Thousand Saints Demon Sect have already agreed to my conditions. After I help them complete the last few volumes of the classics, they will unite the demonic monks of the entire East China Sea to set off a demon tide and counterattack Kyushu!"

Ten years after coming to the East China Sea, Zhao Zheng relied on his invincible qualifications like a celestial to quickly achieve the power of Jindan, and every day he is still making crazy progress at a speed unimaginable to ordinary people.

Six years ago, Zhao Zheng spent four years promoting the Yuan Fetal Power, and at the same time, he also found the Ten Thousand Saints Demon Sect that had integrated the entire East China Sea Demon Dao Cultivator.

After meeting with the Ten Thousand Saints Demon Sect, Zhao Zheng helped the Ten Thousand Saints Demon Sect to restore the sect's martial arts texts in exchange, and asked the Ten Thousand Saints Demon Sect to unite the entire East China Sea Demon Cultivator, launch a demon tide, and counterattack the Central Plains Kyushu.

In the past six years, Zhao Zheng helped the Ten Thousand Saints Demon Sect complete seven thousand six hundred volumes of exercises and secret techniques with his terrifying cultivation talent, so that the Ten Thousand Saints Demon Sect almost had to offer Zhao Zheng the ancestral board.

After paying such a big benefit in exchange, Zhao Zheng and Shi Banyun's status in the East China Sea has also risen, and under the blessing of the Ten Thousand Saints Demon Sect, the two of them seem to have become the emperors of the earth.

"Zheng'er, it's not that my mother is in a hurry. It's really because the dragon clan's ban on martial arts is about to be terminated, and once the dragon clan stops the ban on martial arts in the East China Sea, the sect master ......"

Whenever the slender figure with snow-colored sword eyebrows appeared in his mind, Shi Banyun's body began to tremble involuntarily, this fear that penetrated into the soul not only did not fade with the passage of time, but instead became a demon-like existence, making Shi Banyun unable to get rid of it.

"Mother, is the sect master really so terrible?"

His eyes moved slightly, although Zhao Zheng often saw Bai Mei in the six years of Shushan, but from Bai Mei's body, Zhao Zheng could only feel a faint breath, which was not dangerous, but a little peaceful.

So why Shi Banyun was so afraid of Bai Mei, Zhao Zheng was really a little curious.

"Alas...... When you were born, the sect master's cultivation had already reached the realm of transformation, and he hardly did anything with people. And my mother has seen it, the sect is full of spirit, and when the king is in the world, the invincible combat power that makes people desperate. Hmmm......"

Thinking of Bai Mei again, Shi Banyun was in a panic, his breath was disordered, and he suddenly injured his muscles and veins, causing a trace of blood to overflow from the corner of his mouth.

"Mother, are you alright? Seeing that the corners of Shi Banyun's mouth were bleeding, Zhao Zheng frowned, stretched out his hand to support Shi Banyun's back, and crossed a mouthful of pure true yuan.

"It's okay, it's okay, Zheng'er, you must remember to hurry up this matter, and you must launch the demon tide before the sect master acts. Only in this way will the sect master have no time to take care of you and me, and only in this way will we be safe......"

On the way back to Shi Banyun's residence, Shi Banyun's mouth was still chattering like a demon.

After comforting Shi Banyun and falling asleep, the expression on Zhao Zheng's face began to fade rapidly, becoming cold and ruthless.

Striding out of Shi Banyun's residence, Zhao Zheng stretched out his hand, and the red-eyed crow parked on a dead tree not far away immediately spread its wings and landed on Zhao Zheng's arm.

Speaking of a divine thought message that crossed into the mind of the Red Flame Crow, Zhao Zheng's arm shook, and the Red Flame Crow suddenly flew into the sky, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Letting go of the crow, Zhao Zheng turned his head to look at Shi Banyun, who had fallen asleep peacefully in the house, and then turned into a black light and came to an island shaped like a crescent moon adjacent to Iwo Jima.

As soon as Zhao Zheng's side entered the range of Crescent Island, more than thirty Jindan Realm divine thoughts swept towards him.

After perceiving that the aura of the comer was correct, these golden pill divine thoughts quickly disappeared again, as if they had never appeared.

Coming to Crescent Island, Zhao Zheng walked into a cave full of black rocks, and countless shining spirit stones in the black rock cave like ink blocks lit up the pitch-black cave.

Coming to the cave filled with a large number of old classics, Zhao Zheng walked to a table.

In six years, Zhao Zheng helped the Ten Thousand Saints Demon Sect complete seven thousand six hundred volumes of sect exercises, but the Ten Thousand Saints Demon Sect still did not fully trust Zhao Zheng.

When Zhao Zheng completes the classics, it must be done under the supervision of the Ten Thousand Saints Demon Sect.

Picking up the last few volumes of the unfinished classics on the desk, Zhao Zheng's face suddenly extended a few shadows under the light of the spirit stone.

Finally...... It's coming......