"So what now? Are you just waiting to be pulled into the Demon Realm? ”

Wang Muyang was in a hurry, so he could only ask for advice from the magic knife first.

"Of course not, I can't go back to the Demon Realm!"

As he spoke, a black gas suddenly rose and enveloped Wang Muyang.

"Magic Knife?"

The strange man standing on the surface of the River Styx was taken aback when he saw Wang Muyang's changes, and quickly withdrew his demonic energy.

But it was too late, this person's demonic qi seemed to be sucked in, and he couldn't take it back at all.

Soon, those demonic qi were absorbed by the devil's sword and ghost hands!

"Magic Knife, what are you doing? Why help a human? The person who was included in the black qi shouted behind Wang Muyang's back.

The devil's hand was indifferent.

In fact, Wang Muyang was also very strange in his heart, but now was not the time to ask these questions.

After the demonic qi of the Demon Venerable was absorbed by the Demon Sword and Ghost Hand, Wang Muyang took the Five Emperors Money from the sword spike of the Five Emperors Money Sword, recited the spell, injected spiritual power, and threw it at the strange man.

The strange man was hit by the Five Emperors' money, screamed, and fell to the water, and the black gas on his body was scattered.

"It worked!"

Wang Muyang was secretly happy in his heart, threw the Five Emperors Money Sword out, and urged his spiritual power to hit the stranger.

When the strange man saw it, he stretched out his palm and slapped it on the surface of the River Styx, and a black gas immediately rose from the surface of the water, forming a whirlpool.

The weirdo plunged headlong into the whirlpool.

At this time, the devil's sword ghost hand reminded: "Go in quickly, through there you can return to the world!" ”

Wang Muyang didn't think about it, and jumped in.

Here, Wang Muyang had just entered the whirlpool, and two figures appeared on the bridge deck.

One of them shouted, "Quickly inform Yan Jun that someone has trespassed on the Forbidden Bridge!" ”

The other person spun around and disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of a majestic hall, and the hall was guarded by two ghost-headed soldiers who were tall and tall, and when he saw the comer, he just glanced at it.

Through the door of the main hall, this person knelt on the ground and shouted, "Lord Yanjun, someone trespassed on the forbidden bridge, jumped into the River Styx and disappeared!" ”

After a while, a deep voice came from the hall: "Got it, you go back!" ”

After that, the outside of the main hall fell silent, and no sound was heard again.

But stretched out from the main hall there were two voices of conversation.

"The thousand-year period has come again, but at this time, the world has encountered another Dao Demon War, and the power of the Dao Gate has been greatly weakened, I am afraid that it will be very unfavorable to us!"

"The demon world really still has to start with the human world and the underworld!"

"Venerable Jizo, what do you think of this?"

"Let it be, let it be!"

The sound grew quieter and quieter until nothing could be heard.

……

In the whirlpool, Wang Muyang caught up with the strange man, stretched out his hand to grab it, and the strange man suddenly turned into black gas and collapsed.

When Wang Muyang reacted, the black qi condensed again and became a strange person again.

"What the hell is he, he can actually disassemble his own body!" Wang Muyang was very puzzled.

Even a ghost can't decompose his body like this, and it can still exist.

"He is a demon envoy, just a wisp of residual thoughts of the Demon Venerable, he has no body in the first place, and relies on demonic qi to condense his body." The Devil's Knife replied.

"So how do you get rid of him?" Wang Muyang asked.

"I'm a magic weapon, I helped you just now against my will, you can solve it yourself!"

After saying this, the devil knife and ghost hand refused to say a word again.

Wang Muyang had no choice, whether it was useful or not, he directly squeezed out a drop of blood from his fingertips and shook off the magic envoy.

"Ahh

The demon envoy was hit by the blood of the Heavenly Master, and immediately collapsed, turning into a cloud of black qi tumbling.

The black gas wanted to condense again, but for some reason, it couldn't be condensed no matter what.

Seeing that the blood of the Heavenly Master was useful, Wang Muyang squeezed out another drop and hit it.

The black qi rolled more and more in the whirlpool, as if he was afraid of the blood of the Heavenly Master.

"Huh?" The Devil's Knife Ghost Hand let out a startled roar.

"What's wrong?" Wang Muyang asked.

"It's okay, you go on!" The Devil's Knife Ghost Hand replied lightly.

"Keep up your sister!" Wang Muyang scolded: "How does this whirlpool seem to have no end, I won't be trapped in the whirlpool for the rest of my life, right?" ”

As soon as the words fell, suddenly it was dark in front of him, and the whirlpool suddenly disappeared. Wang Muyang just wanted to breathe, but felt a stream of water enter his nose and block his breathing.

Only then did he realize that after the whirlpool disappeared, he had appeared in the waterhole.

Without much thought, he hurriedly rushed to the surface of the water, but fortunately the water was not bad.

Rushing out of the water, Wang Muyang quickly gasped for two bites, and then coughed violently.

I coughed twice and felt better, and I hated to look around, and found myself back in the waterhole under the Yin-Yang Bridge. The five people on the Yin-Yang Bridge still fell to the ground.

"It's back!"

Wang Muyang breathed a sigh of relief and climbed ashore to sit on the stones on the shore to rest.

Everything he had just experienced was a bit beyond his cognition, and he needed to brush it up.

He was a big living person, and he actually went to the Styx of the underworld through that whirlpool.

In fact, it is okay to go to the River Styx, after all, he is a cultivator, and he has the blessing of the patriarch and the Sanqing Daozun. But there is no ghost on the bridge, so it can't be said.

Could it be that the reform of the underworld also has weekends?

But it's a fucking Tuesday!

Wang Muyang suddenly discovered that since the last time the Netherworld Ghost King appeared, the underworld had become very strange.

Could it be that the Demon Dao rebirth that Xiang Yu said last time, the Demon Venerable is really coming, and even the Hades are dealing with it?

"Ghost hand, you just said that guy is a wisp of remnant thoughts of the Demon Venerable, where is the Demon Venerable?" Wang Muyang couldn't help but ask.

"In the Demon Realm, but his remnant thoughts incarnated as a demon envoy came to the world, indicating that the Demon Venerable is about to descend!"

The Devil's Knife Ghost Hand Monster smiled: "Hehe, are you afraid?" If you want to defeat the Demon Venerable, give me your body, and there may be a glimmer of hope! ”

"Think beautifully!" Wang Muyang refused without hesitation.

"Alright then!" The Demon Sword Ghost Hand sneered and said, "When the Demon Venerable descends into the world, you cultivators will all die ugly!" ”

Wang Muyang said disapprerovingly: "Wasn't the Demon Venerable already defeated by the Jiuhua Immortals a thousand years ago? Brag unblushingly! ”

"Hey, hey!" The Devil's Knife Ghost Hand smiled strangely: "Yes, thousands of years ago you had Jiuhua Immortals, but now? Who do you have? ”

Wang Muyang stopped talking for a while.

Yes, according to Yu Qiu, the thousand-year war is inevitable every thousand years. In the first few times, there were powerful cultivators who led the Dao Gate to break the enemy.

The previous thousand-year battles included Dao Ancestor Sanqing, Sanmao Patriarch, Zhang Tianshi, Jiuhua Immortals, and so on.

But what about now? The Daomen has long lost its former glory, the view of the portal is getting deeper and deeper, and people are fascinated by money, and they have no intention of turning to the Dao.

In the world, there is no longer a powerful person like those predecessors.

Looking at it this way, this thousand-year battle is really very unfavorable to the Daomen and the Spiritual Realm.

"But I still have the Ten Secret Techniques!"

Wang Muyang frowned and said, "Back then, didn't the Jiuhua Immortals use the Ten Directions Secret Technique to defeat the Demon Venerable?" ”

"Ten Directions Secret Technique?"

The Demon Sword Ghost Hand said disdainfully: "Compared to the Nine Immortals of the Nine Directions, your Ten Directions Secret Technique is not even a fur level." ”

"I'm in the hands of the Demon Venerable, and in the hands of the Ten Thousand Demon Immortals, that's a world of difference!"

The Demon Sword Ghost Hand said: "You have so much trouble defeating all the demon immortals, how can you fight with the Demon Venerable?" ”