Thinking of the woman who was incredibly beautiful, he still had a little nostalgia in his heart, missing the softness of the twin peaks, you know, at the age of seventeen, except for Yin Xiaotao, it was the first time he touched a woman's twin peaks, so delicious, it can only be understood. If he was given another chance, he would still do it without hesitation.

He shook his head, discarding his unrealistic ideas and stepping into the teleportation array. With a ready-made teleportation array, there was no need for him to go that far and return the way he came.

Because, the Holy Sect only gave him a month to prepare, and if he misses the date, I'm afraid he will miss the great opportunity to enter the Holy Sect.

In the center of the teleportation array, there is a boulder, about half a zhang in size, in the center of the boulder, there is a groove, and there are three holes in the center of the groove, Mu Zifeng put three medium-grade magic crystals into that hole.

The purple-red light flashed, "Boom," and the teleportation array burst into operation as if a wheel had been removed from an obstacle in the world. At first, it was running very slowly, but after three breaths, the beam of light rotated faster and faster, and with a "whoosh", Mu Zifeng's figure disappeared into nothingness.

"Giggles, this little guy, I didn't expect to be so smart, no one could crack the secret for thousands of years, just let him break it, saving the sect master a lot of effort!" A figure, as if it had been conjured out of thin air, appeared in the place where Mu Zifeng had stood before, "It's just that he still has so many people with him, what a strange person!"

If it's not that pretty woman, who else can there be?

"It's a pity, it's just a little younger!" the woman's delicate little hand caressed her Yufeng, and a blush couldn't help but appear on her face.

After a moment's pause, she turned around and walked through the light curtain and entered the Demon God Pool......

Mu Zifeng opened his eyes and found himself in a big mountain.

At this time, it has entered the late autumn and early winter, and the magic trees that are hundreds of feet high around are bare, and the big leaves are spread a thick layer under the magic tree, and the feet step on it, just like stepping on the wool carpet in the world, soft and very comfortable. The heart of the magic tree no longer beats, as if it was about to enter hibernation. The grass is withered and yellow, and there is a bleak scene everywhere.

In the distance, the setting sun hangs in the treetops. The mountains are undulating and there is no stretch in sight. At the top of the mountain, there is a faint white fluorescent flicker, which is a scenery that only has fallen with a thin layer of snow, and under the illumination of the setting sun, it reflects the colorful light, which is very beautiful.

The wind was blowing, and the branches were rattling. Although the wind was not so biting, there were also bursts of chill coming.

Mu Zifeng took out a gray cloth from the storage bag and draped it over his shoulders.

He looked in one direction, and the black-green light flashed, and the whole person disappeared into the sky.

After about a stick of incense, the sun had set, and the sky was gray. At the col, a small town appeared in front of him. The town is not big, the radius is only twenty miles, looking at the house, Mu Zifeng estimates that the population of this town is only seventy or eighty thousand.

I don't know why, such a small town is surrounded by walls more than 20 zhang high, like a fortress on the battlefield. At this moment, the town is even more crowded, brightly lit, and a busy scene.

Mu Zifeng collected the flying sword and walked into the town.

"This big brother, may I ask what kind of place is this?" Mu Zifeng met a man in cloth clothes in a hurry, clasped his fists and saluted, and spoke politely in magic language.

Before the man could answer, he looked stunned and froze on the spot.

Standing in front of him turned out to be a human with pitch-black pupils!

"This brother, aren't you here to help the fist?" the man didn't see Mu Zifeng's stunned expression, and asked with a big grin.

"Help the fist, what kind of fist?" Mu Zifeng was in a fog. However, he heard the familiar country voice again, and he felt as if a warm current flowed through his heart.

"It seems that you really don't know, forget it, you should leave quickly, it's dangerous here!" the man clenched his fists, "I still have something to do, so I won't talk to you." With that, he hurried away.

Looking at the back of the man in cloth, Mu Zifeng was confused, "It's dangerous here, is something going to happen?"

He asked three more people, all of whom answered the same question, and they all left in a hurry.

He was even more surprised. However, to his delight, more than 90 percent of the inhabitants of this town are Terrans.

ran into sixty or seventy thousand people at once, which made him feel a sense of belonging.

At the same time, this also reminded him of the more than 2,400 people in the spirit bag, he was worried that after going to the Holy Sect, these people would have no place to arrange, how could he think that he would come across a ready-made place!

If you really want to sleep, someone will send a pillow to the rhythm!

After some inquiry, he found the only restaurant in town, and before he could enter the door, a familiar smell of meat mixed with wine came to his nose. The long-lost taste made him salivate, and he couldn't wait to stretch out a small slap in his throat and eyes to eat enough of the food that the human race loved.

Lifting the curtain, he found that in the hall of less than 100 square meters, there were five round tables side by side, and on each table, there were bamboo curtains, and the curtains were filled with stacks of steaming flatbread that had just come out of the pot, emitting bursts of wheat fragrance. Leaning against the corner of the wall, there are ten large vats, which are highly liquor, exuding a strong aroma of liquor. The back stove is even more misty steaming, four cauldrons, "goo-goo-goo" bubbling water, in the pot, I don't know what kind of monster meat is cooking, and a burst of meat fragrance fills the entire hall, which is mouth-watering.

At this moment, half of the tables in the hall are full of big men, each big man is holding a pancake in his hand, and there are two sea bowls in front of him, one bowl contains wine, and the other bowl contains meat.

Next to the big man, there are various weapons such as magic knives and magic guns.

"Good work, brother, come on, sit here. As soon as Mu Zifeng stepped into the door, he was immediately pulled to an empty table by a strong man about thirty years old, and then someone brought him wine, meat, and flatbread.

Mu Zifeng was already so hungry that he couldn't help himself, and he was not polite, learning from the big man around him, he picked up the wine and took a big sip, a spicy feeling made him cough and tears, but he really felt warm in his heart.

In addition to the familiar local sound, in addition to barrier-free communication, it is more about the touching of encountering old acquaintances in other places, and the sense of belonging that has found home.

"Brother, slow down, it's enough. The strong man patted him on the back kindly and spoke boldly.

"Thank you, big brother. Mu Zifeng stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth, thanked him indistinctly, and dripping grease flowed out of his mouth, and the fragrance kept stimulating his taste buds.

"What's polite, you can sacrifice your life to help us Qingfeng Town, eat and drink, then what's it?"

"Qingfeng Town?" Mu Zifeng remembered the name of the place.

Looking at the simple folks, listening to the familiar folk sounds, he felt as if he had returned to the Mangchuan Continent, all of which was a bit ethereal, hazy and unreal.

Intermittently, he learned that the strong man's name was Zhao Daxing, and he was the nephew of the town mayor Zhao Zhenlong. And Zhao Zhenlong, the top mayor of the town, has the highest cultivation, and he is the peak of the fifth-order great magician.

This town is called Qingfeng Town, and it is backed by Qingfeng Mountain, hence the name. Qingfeng Town is three thousand miles away from the nearest Demon Qi City, and nearly six thousand miles away from the Demon Sa City. The people in the town usually make a living by hunting demon beasts, but because of their low cultivation, every family is not rich. In the early winter of each year, there will be a beast tide, which seriously threatens the lives of the people in the town, and it can be said that the natural conditions are also very harsh.

Every year, as soon as this season arrives, 200,000 demon beasts of all levels rush towards the town in unison, lasting for about a week. In the worst year in the town, more than 2,000 offspring were lost.

Therefore, every year's beast tide, for the people of Qingfeng Town, is like the end of the world, and no one knows if they can see the sun the next day.

"Brother Daxing, when did you come to the Demon Realm?"

"Listen to the older generation, about 100 years ago. ”

"Since the beast tide is so powerful, why don't you move to another place?"

"We want to, too, but those people are going around arresting us Terrans...... Isn't it impossible? ”

"What? There are still people in the Demon Realm who specialize in arresting the human race?" Mu Zifeng frowned, this news was also shocking to him, and it made him think of the damn Demon Temple again.

"Hey, brother, don't talk about that. Zhao Daxing realized that he had missed his mouth, and quickly choked the conversation, no matter how Mu Zifeng circled it, he just didn't get on the road.

"Bell, bell!" Suddenly, there was the sound of a gong in the street.

The incense mist is swirling, and the country sound is warm.

Everything seemed so harmonious, Mu Zifeng was also open, and drank three bowls of high liquor in one go, and a refreshing feeling made him burp for a long time.

He stretched his waist recklessly, and his mood had never been relaxed since he arrived in the Demon Realm.

He racked his brains, hoping to know from Zhao Daxing's mouth who was arresting the human race, and when he was chatting happily with Zhao Daxing, suddenly, there was a sound of gongs on the street.

"The beast tide is coming! the beast tide is coming!" With the sound of the gong, a man came in from afar with a panicked voice.

The big men who were gobbling up, as if they had long been accustomed to all this, put down the things in their hands one after another, and like soldiers hearing the horn of the charge, they stood up on the ground, quickly grabbed their weapons, and ran out with wind under their feet. Even Zhao Daxing had a dignified face, not to be left behind, and rushed out of the door in a few steps.

This is the human race, no matter when, the responsibility should be unambiguous!

"Beast tide, it's kind of interesting. Mu Zifeng got up slowly, followed the crowd unhurriedly, and also came to the twenty-zhang high wall.