Zhou Yi has had a dream since he was a child, that is, to travel all over the Xuan Demon Continent, for this reason, he left home when he was twenty years old, while traveling, while looking for opportunities, two years later, came to the Demon City in the southeast of the Demon Continent, and was discovered by the elder of the Huang Li faction, Huang Li Fang Hui, at that time, he was already a first-order demon master in the early stage of cultivation, Huang Li Fang Hui in order to control him, while he was unprepared, gave him a spiritual poison, if he didn't meet Mu Zifeng, he is afraid that he is still a walking corpse in the life of the Huang Li faction.

When Mu Zifeng first saw Mu Zizhou and exercised demon moth control on him, he easily solved the spiritual poison of Huang Li Fang Hui, although Mu Zi Zhou under the control of the demon borer, although he must be loyal to his master, but his sanity has always been independent and sober, which is not the same as Huang Li Fang Hui and the original Demon Ling Tian of the Fire Demon Sect, who made the controlled person a walking corpse without self-awareness, and it is not cruel.

The Xuan Demon Continent is the same as the Mangchuan Continent, and the monks' bodies are all equipped with sound transmission jade slips, as long as they are within a certain range, they can transmit sounds. The range of sound transmission is different according to the cultivation and the transmission distance is also different. For example, the current Mu Zifeng, he can transmit sound within a radius of 1,000 miles, and no matter how far he goes, he can't do it. According to Mu Zizhou's cultivation in the middle stage of the sixth-order Great Magician, he could also transmit sound within a radius of six hundred miles.

The reason why Mu Zizhou received a message from home was because he had an ancestral jade pendant, which could be transmitted without the restriction of cultivation, and the distance transmitted was not limited by space, but there was no voice, only display, and it could only be transmitted point-to-point. Now, on that jade pendant, there is a light point emitting a pale green light at this moment. According to the agreement, this is the meaning of having an accident at home and letting him return quickly.

Mu Zifeng groaned for a moment, and his heart moved.

"Okay," he said lightly, "these are ten healing elixirs, you take them." He took out a jade bottle from his storage bag and handed it to Mu Zizhou.

"Thank you, master!" Mu Zizhou took the jade bottle with trembling hands, tears appeared in his eyes.

Since following Mu Zifeng, although the two of them are masters and servants, in fact, they are closer than brothers, if there is no Mu Zifeng, can he Mu Zizhou break through to the admirable middle stage of the sixth-order great demon so quickly, this kind of height can be said to be the height that he has looked up to all his life, but now, he never dreamed that he would easily have this kind of cultivation, you know, in the demon desert, the sixth-order great demon master is qualified to start a sect.

Mu Zifeng explained to Mu Zizhou like this again, and finally took out a new storage bag, containing two billion low-grade magic crystals, 10,000 medium-grade magic crystals, five high-grade magic crystals, and the big shovel seized from Kui Tianniu was also put into the storage bag by him, plus all kinds of finished pills and five flying swords scavenged from the Fire Demon Sect, and put all the brains into it, to see if there was anything missing, and then handed the storage bag to Mu Zizhou.

Mu Zifeng didn't know how far away Mu Zizhou was from the Demon Desert, and he didn't know if he could cross the distant mountains and rivers through the spiritual connection between the demon borers, but he only had one belief, that is, his trust in Mu Zizhou himself, he believed in his vision, no matter when, he also had that confidence, no matter whether there was control of the demon borer in two years, Mu Zizhou would not betray him.

According to Quan Lao's experience, the control of the demon borer over the monk by the adult demon borer is only three years, and after three years, it will become invalid.

And Mu Zifeng is now cultivating a locust in his mind, which can control the monk for a lifetime, but he is not going to use it on Mu Zizhou's body.

As far as Mu Zizhou's current cultivation is concerned, this time he returns to the Demon Desert, if he does not fight to the death with the strong people of the Demon King rank, there will be no danger.

And Mu Zizhou's return to the demon desert is also the beginning of an experiment by Mu Zifeng, if Mu Zizhou succeeds, then Mu Zifeng can also rely on the gourd to draw a scoop and carry out many experiments, which can be regarded as an ambition of his.

Mu Zizhou didn't delay for half a moment, and after respectfully kowtowing to Mu Zifeng three times again, a red light flashed, and he drove the red flying sword and disappeared into the night.

Mu Zizhou's departure, although Mu Zifeng knew that he had to be allowed to do this, he still felt like he had lost something, and he was empty.

He walked back to the room where everyone had gathered before, and found that Cen Long, Lei Leopard, Cen Qin, and Rui Sisi were not greedy for cups, but were meditating and cultivating there.

Mu Zifeng smiled appreciatively, after all, tomorrow is the Holy Sect selection competition, adjusting to the best state is the right thing, it seems that these four friends did not indulge themselves because they were happy.

That's what he's willing to see.

When he arrived in Demon Forest City, Mu Zifeng knew that there were rules for the selection of the Holy Sect, that is, each sect could only produce ten strong people to win the so-called indicators, and only by entering the top ten could they be eligible to accept the selection of the Holy Sect's envoys. In other words, in the area of Mosa City and Demon Forest City, only a maximum of ten monks can enter the Holy Sect every three years, which is very strict.

"No wonder none of them have been selected in Mosa City in the past nine years, because the monks sent by Mosa City in the first level have been eliminated!" Mu Zifeng also suddenly realized.

The next day, when the first rays of dawn in the east broke through the darkness and the sun was about to rise, Mu Zifeng jumped onto the roof and began to cultivate immortal power again.

Although he had experienced a lot of things, cultivating immortal power every morning was a compulsory lesson for him, and he did not fall behind for a moment. After all, cultivating immortal power and cultivating magic power are fundamentally different, and every morning is the time of day when the immortal yuan in the air is the strongest.

Mu Zifeng sat cross-legged and meditated, the trace of immortal yuan in the air, as if pulled by an invisible thread, peeled out of the air one after another, and converged towards his body, his physical body seemed to be very useful, every muscle trembled excitedly, and that trace of immortal yuan was transformed, and it also converged on the immortal clouds in his dantian, constantly strengthening his cultivation.

Although the gathering of this trace of immortal yuan is very small, it is still considerable over time. According to his estimates, if he continues to cultivate like this for a long time, he will definitely be able to make his muscles and bones more tenacious, his cultivation more stable, and his combat effectiveness to a higher level.

"Whew," After half an hour, Mu Zifeng let out a long breath of white air, feeling that his whole body was full of strength, and the spiritual power he had lost in the previous battle with Mo Ling Tian had also recovered to about eighty percent.

As the sun rose, the city gradually became noisy, as if it had come back to life. On the streets, there are already people walking, the cries of hawkers, the clanging of wheels against bluestone slabs, and the rustling of pedestrians' footsteps...... Converge into a flowing symphony that instantly fills the city with life.

Looking at the curling smoke rising from the roof, smelling the bursts of aroma wafting from his nose, Mu Zifeng suddenly returned to the Mangchuan Continent, returned to the dilapidated hut, and saw the busy figures of his parents and his sister Mu Zixin jumping and playing, his heart couldn't help but move, a strange emotion slowly climbed into his heart, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Brother Zifeng, are you homesick?" Rui Sisi stood behind him at some point and spoke softly.

After getting along with Cen Qin for a short time, she also knew some of Mu Zifeng's details.

"I didn't ...... No. Mu Zifeng's lips twitched twice, turned his head, wiped his eyes, and then looked back at Rui Sisi, his eyes were full of fortitude again.

"When will Brother Zifeng come home, I'll accompany you!" Rui Sisi ruffled his hair, and when he said the word "home", he blushed his cheeks with shame, his head drooped slightly, and his eyes didn't dare to look at Mu Zifeng.

"Thank you. Mu Zifeng gently took Rui Sisi into his arms, stroked her hair, sniffed the virgin fragrance from her body, and secretly decided, "Mangchuan Continent, one day, the master will kill back!"

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Demon Forest City is the same as Mosa City, and monks are not allowed to fight privately in the city. So what if there is a grudge between the monks?

- Only the gladiatorial arena is left!

The city of Magic Forest also built a gladiatorial arena, in the shape of a funnel, like a football field in the world. This gladiatorial arena is large enough to hold 200,000 people.

There are 100 gladiatorial arenas, each of which is 500 square meters in size. Twenty of them are life and death platforms, that is to say, once you step on the life and death platform, you are not allowed to come down if you can't distinguish between life and death. The other eighty were ordinary gladiatorial rings, which allowed serious injuries, but could not take human lives.

Today, this gladiatorial arena is even more crowded, and the stands are almost full.

Because, in the area of Demon Forest City and Demon Sa City, the Holy Sect Selection Contest for the younger generation of monks of the major sects will be held here once every three years.

For all the monks, the selection of the Holy Father is more important than the festival, and even more important than the festival. Because, the Holy Sect selects the strong ones of Dabi, and they will have the opportunity to enter the Holy Sect that everyone admires. Moreover, in the Holy Sect Competition, even monks who did not participate in it could observe the martial arts of the leaders of each sect up close, and then improve their combat experience.

Moreover, during the Holy Sect Selection Competition, both Demon Forest City and Demon Sa City will let go of the control of cultivation resources, that is to say, monks can exchange or sell things that are useless to them, and they can also find their favorite exercises, pills, and all kinds of strange and miscellaneous things.

This makes the major sects, even the smaller sects, very much looking forward to coming here early, all looking forward to being able to find the elixirs, magic treasures, martial arts cheats and other miscellaneous things they need, and at the same time increase their own heritage, and then they can also improve the strength of the sect.

After all, in the Demon Realm, strength is the best pass, and if there is no strength, it is like a demon tiger without teeth, and it will soon become the prey of others.

Although there are many sects in the area of Demon Forest City and Demon Sa City, at least thousands of sects are destroyed or annexed by other sects every year, and these are all blood lessons.

Therefore, every time the Holy Sect selection competition begins, monks from all over the world gather like a gathering, so that it is difficult to find a room in the entire Demon Forest City, and the number of monks can be seen.

In the distance, a team of people and horses quickly passed through the flow of people, and the horses' hooves stepped on the bluestone slab, making a crisp sound of "da-da-da", and pedestrians quickly avoided when they heard it. The only people who can ride horses on such occasions are the people of the City Lord's Mansion.