"The underworld is visiting, this sin of yours, the name of the rats, I dare not take it." Seeing the line of words on it, Xie Weng Hua was so angry that he almost tore off the yellow paper directly, thinking that this might be his only life-saving straw, he could only grit his teeth, relax his hands, flatten the amulet, and put it back into his personal pocket.

In the vast wilderness, the towering Huazhong volcano not far away emitted an explosion that resounded through the sky, and the spurted pieces were like fireworks that soared into the sky, flying in all directions. One after another, red magma rolled down, a large amount of volcanic ash and volcanic gas, mixed with violent storms and rains, and it was impossible to distinguish between day and night, and it was turbid.

The black-gray rocky floor cracked a long gap, winding like a deep wound cut by a sharp broadsword.

At the edge of the cracked rock, two black shadows flashed and suddenly jumped down.

The craggy rocky cliffs, the bottomless cliffs, and the sound of falling water echoed for a long time.

The two people with spiritual power to protect their bodies, opened their eyes and sank straight down in the blue lake, and when they met a warm halo in the darkness, they touched the light, and the two saw the vibrant jungle underground.

Falling from the sky, one on the other, and touching the ground on tiptoe.

The white-haired old man in a plain robe looked up at the black spots in the sky, and the hills and ravines on his forehead became deeper and deeper.

A black cape, a tall young man, a light blue tunic with silver thread embroidered birds on the shoulders and placket, and black-trimmed bracers on narrow sleeves. The plain clothes glow with a faint silver light, simple and generous, just by looking at this person's demeanor, you can know that the origin is extraordinary.

"The villain Yan Yu has seen the Demon Lord of Zhaori." The old man stepped forward and saluted.

"Old Yan, get up quickly." Wei Zhaori hurriedly picked up the scrawny old man.

"I don't know why the Demon Lord let the villain come here."

Yan Yu is a veteran of the demon world, he knows astronomy and geography, because he has lived for a long time, he will know a thing or two about some things that are not recorded in books.

Profound intellectuals have a general character, a clear breeze, and don't like deviant and bad people, and it just so happens that the original Zhaori Demon Lord is such a character. Seeing his self-righteous appearance, the Demon Lord of Zhaori panicked, found a trumped-up charge, and imprisoned this famous teacher despite the opposition of the whole city.

A few days later, the Demon Lord of Zhaori personally went to the prison to release him, apologized to him, and even promised that he would change his mind in the future.

In addition to the occasional willfulness, the demon lord's violent temper has changed the number of people, and the voice of the people who are full of complaints is also much less because of some policies that benefit the people.

The accessible Yan Yu also looked at the Demon Lord differently, and sometimes went into the palace to give him lectures.

"Old Yan, I know that you can still find the covered Dan grass in the Demon Realm." Wei Zhaori's eyes stared straight at him.

"Covered with danweed?" Yan Yu's heavy eyelids opened slightly, a little surprised. This once sang songs night and night, absurd, regardless of the demon lord of the domain, how could he ask such a question. Could it be that he has been disciplined by the Demon Venerable in recent years, and his self-cultivation is too boring, and he wants to make trouble.

Yan Yu meditated for a moment and said slowly: "Thousands of years ago, the fairy world had burned it in large areas because of its jealousy, and since then there has been no trace of it in the demon world. The Demon Lord wanted to find it, but he was afraid that ......," he paused for a second, "it was impossible. ”。

"This is the place where the last place recorded in the history of Demon Realm Medicine was the place where the Covered Dan Grass appeared. Wildfires can't be burned, and the spring breeze blows and grows, so do you think about where else the grass might grow? Wei Zhaori restrained his tone. In the history of medicine, only the drawings and effects of the herb were erased, and the growth environment was all erased, and few people may know about it except for those who have seen it with their own eyes.