Qianzhong Ridge is the boundary between the mundane world and the immortal cultivation world, occupied by demon cultivators.

Ten thousand years ago, Qianzhong Ridge contained several peerless spiritual veins, and all kinds of high-level demon cultivators abounded, and their strength was outstanding.

For a long time, the immortal cultivation world, the world, and the demon cultivation do not interfere with each other, and the well water does not interfere with the river water.

Unexpectedly, Qianzhong Ridge suddenly came to several powerful people with the highest strength in the immortal cultivation world, and they would kill without saying a word.

Demon cultivation has always lived alone, does not like to live in groups, has a very strong sense of territory, it is impossible to unite together to resist foreign enemies like human cultivation, and people have no fear by grasping this point.

Therefore, no matter how strong the demon cultivator's ability is, it can't compete with the major sects of the sects that are several times more numerous than the demon cultivator.

After that battle, the blood soaked the entire Qianzhong Ridge, and the corpses of the demon cultivators with stumps and broken arms were exposed all over the mountains, and the bones of the demon cultivators were dismantled by people, and the blood was released, refined into pills, and refined into spiritual weapons.

This insult made the entire demon cultivator clan feel angry, and the demon cultivators of Qianzhong Ridge were completely crazy and fought back desperately, and even the main sky of Qianzhong Ridge was gray at that time.

The final outcome was a fiassco in the demon cultivators, and all high-level demon cultivators were almost wiped out.

Their demon cultivation has always paid attention to cause and effect, in order to cultivate the avenue, after all demon cultivators give birth to spiritual wisdom, they will restrain themselves from killing at will, but the human cultivators who have always claimed to be on the right path have so shamelessly done such things that harm living beings for no reason, are they not afraid that the path of cultivating immortals will be blocked?

What made them even more angry was that those human cultivators actually joined forces to extract the spiritual veins of the Thousand Pillars, shattering the Thousand Ridges into several sections, breaking into the world, sealing and destroying the passage of the two realms.

Let the remaining low-level demon cultivators who have no power to fight back can only slowly burn out their longevity in the world, and their spiritual power will overflow and die!!

The Spotted Tiger was one of the high-level demon cultivators who escaped by luck, and before he could rejoice, he found that he had come to a mundane world without a trace of aura, and he would never be able to return to the immortal cultivation realm.

God knows how desperate he was!

He hated human monks, and longed to smoke their bones, pick their flesh, and drink their blood!

Even so, he had no prejudice against mortals.

If he hadn't smelled the aura of human cultivation from those two humans, he wouldn't have wanted to attack him.

After captive the people, the Spotted Tiger found out that they were just ordinary people, and he calmed down the killing intent in his heart.

Leave him behind, tease him, and add a little fun to the boring life of 10,000 years.

For 10,000 years, only a human with a mind could give him some fun.

What made him depressed was that these humans couldn't help but laugh, and they hung up after teasing......

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Heavenly Dao Sect Danxia Peak Ziming Palace.

The Yuyang Flame Phoenix Double Fire Ding is placed in the center of the main hall, and the wisps of Dan incense overflow from it, which is refreshing and pleasant.

However, the Ziming Venerable on the main throne of the main hall was not in such a good mood.

"Where did the thief come from, who dared to run to the Ziming Hall to steal the elixir of the deity?!" Venerable Ziming snorted coldly, and his sharp eyes swept over all the disciples under the seat.

The disciples stood up in fright, bowed their heads in an orderly manner, and did not dare to move at will.

Not a single person made a sound.

There was silence in the main hall.

Venerable Ziming's silver hair hung down on his shoulders, his eyebrows were covered with red lotus, and his handsome face was full of anger.

"I'd like to see who has the power and the heart of a thief!"

A palm-sized shadow stone suddenly appeared in his hand, and a trace of spiritual power was transmitted into it.

The Lingering Stone floats from his hand and is suspended in the air.