Standing at the front of the team, Yu Huatian didn't say anything, and with a wave of his big hand, all the cultivators flew towards the Magic Nerve Tower.

In the dim space, the place where the cultivators of the Biluo Holy Land passed through was pulled out of a whirlpool, and with the opening of the Feather Heaven and the Three Great Saint Elders, their group swept through like a violent wind, causing those demons who were hiding in the shadows and were ready to wait for the opportunity to retreat.

On the vast square, all the cultivators followed the figure of Yuhuatian closely, and with the help of the three holy elders, they moved forward at full speed, and it took them five or six hours to see the general outline of the magic nerve tower.

As the figures of all the cultivators approached, the dim light in front of them gradually disappeared, and the shadow of an invisible magic nerve tower swallowed them up like an invisible mouth.

All the cultivators finally stood up, looking at the magic nerve tower that covered the sky in front of them in a daze, the huge magic nerve tower, and they were convinced that who had such a big hand to create.

The magic nerve tower that stood quietly, no one could shake his silence, here, he didn't even feel the oppressive force, but an invisible devouring force that wanted to devour the figures of all cultivators.

In everyone's eyes, there are no patterns or runes on the tower, and the entire magical nerve tower is just a simple and unpretentious behemoth.

But everyone knows that it is precisely the ordinariness of this magic nerve tower that shows his extraordinary, and the magic nerve tower that has gone through thousands of years of wind and rain without changing its color will definitely make those who come in remember him forever.

"Huh...... I didn't expect you to be here early?"

Just when everyone was in fear, an old voice came from behind them.

All the people looked back, and in their eyes, a team of cultivators no less than the people of the Biluo Holy Land appeared.

"They should be the people of the Yellow Springs Holy Land, I didn't expect them to make a comeback so soon!"

In that group of people, Xiaoyao Changsheng spotted the figures of Ye Changge and the four great maids, so he dared to conclude that this was the arrival of the cultivators of the Yellow Springs Holy Land.

"Night Alone, you finally came out, how long did I think you would hide?"

Looking at the person who was walking in the front, the sound of feathering the sky rolling thunder passed.

The person at the head is the saint of the Huangquan Holy Land who walks alone at night.

Beside him, in addition to Ye Feiyang, there are two great saints, they are Night Light and Night Travel.

Like the Biluo Holy Land, the Huangquan Holy Land is also out of the nest, the first, second, and third generations of disciples, all of whom are elites, and it seems that they are also trying to obtain the holy relics in the magic nerve tower.

Yu Huatian laughed at Ye Duxing and said, "Old fellow, let's go our own way and do our own thing, whoever can get the holy relics will have to see who has more luck in our two holy places." ”

"Of course, that's exactly what I want. ”

Ye Duxing clapped his hands and agreed, "My Huangquan Holy Land and your Biluo Holy Land, one goes east, the other goes west, and the magic nerve tower is divided equally, if anyone misses the holy relic, don't blush others." ”

As he spoke, the eyes of the night lone wandered, and finally stopped at the body of Xiaoyao Changsheng, looking at the Xiaoyao Changsheng and smiling: "I didn't think that my son who was alone at night still needs the lessons of a foreign boy, it really made me gain knowledge, if I have the opportunity, I must thank you for this original qi master." ”

In the pupils of Night Alone, there was a burning light of flames, and there was no fluctuation of the original qi on his body, but Night Alone's eyes made him feel that it was even more terrifying than seeing Night Flying's eyes at that time.

The appearance of this old guy is more ordinary than the appearance of Yu Huatian, and his plain outfit is even more casual and free, if he walks on the street, almost everyone will think that this is an ordinary old man.

But Xiaoyao Changsheng saw a serious gaze from Feather Heaven's eyes, judging from this scene alone, Night Alone and Strength are probably slightly superior, between Feather Heaven and Night Alone, the most promising person to be promoted to Yadi is Night Alone, so he dared to boast in front of Feather Heaven, and planned to sweep the holy relics in the magic nerve tower with the most thunderous means.

With a backstage like Yuhuatian, Xiaoyao Changsheng smiled faintly and said: "I can't talk about the lesson, it's just a pointer, the strength of the Great Holy Son is really to be seen." ”

The words of the free immortal soft knife made the night long song behind the night alone grit his teeth with hatred, but he didn't dare to say it in front of Yuhuatian.

"It's only to blame that he can't learn well, and he can't even step on ants and cockroaches, and I, as a father, feel ashamed, but it's not too late to make amends, I hope to get the holy relics in the magic nerve tower, and everything will become worth it." "Unlike Night Changge, Night Alone is not angry at all, but looks like a joke.

After finishing speaking, Ye Duxing arched his hand towards Yuhuatian and said, "Yuhuatian, we will see you again!"

"Everyone, listen up, get ready for the final battle of the Magic Nerve Tower!"

Seeing that Ye Duxing led the powerhouse of the Yellow Springs Holy Land into the Magic Nerve Tower, Yu Huatian waved his hand and ordered all the cultivators to move in the opposite direction of the Yellow Springs Holy Land.

In the Magical Nerve Tower, above the deep passage, no one spoke, and even their breathing was reduced to the smallest frequency, and their occasionally intertwined eyes conveyed messages one after another.

After walking for a long time, a gate with an ancient atmosphere finally appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

I don't know how many years this gate has been sealed, and every place reveals the heaviness left by the historical years.

In the center of the demonic gate is a pattern, a mark that is exactly the same as a magic seal.

"Everyone, watch out, the 'Demon Beast' is coming out. ”

At this moment, the voice of Yuhuatian's warning suddenly came.

In the Ten Thousand Demons Cemetery, Demon Ghosts and Demon Beasts are called Demon Ghosts by cultivators from the outside world.

Those demons, strictly speaking, should not be called people, they belong to the dragon, their world, in a space called the 'spirit world'.

That world was all the era of the Spirit Race's hegemony, so they extended their tentacles to the Origin Realm, wanting the Origin Realm to become a domain attached to them.

Of course, in a strict sense, they are not real demons, but just a branch of the demons in ancient times, because the real demons are in the "demon world".

The people of the Origin Realm, because they have fought with these demons and ghosts for thousands of years, so in their minds, these Jiaolong clans in the spirit realm are heinous demons.

In fact, whether it is a person or a demon, a person is demonic, and a demon has a human heart, there is no real person at all, and there is no real demon.

As the mount of the Demon Demons, the Demon Beasts have made great achievements in the ancient wars, and now that they have fallen, the power of their minds is still continuing to guard the space they occupied.

Hearing this, all the cultivators' hairs suddenly stood on end, and their pupils locked onto a space in front of them that was stirring with a different aura.

It was a space where demonic energy was tumbling, and in that space, there were countless magical lights like grains of rice.

Hula!

From the demonic aura above the gate, a pitch-black passage was penetrated, and then a huge phantom sprang out of it.

"Demon Beast 'One-Horned Beast'!"

All the cultivators didn't say anything, but their hearts had already shouted out the name of this fierce beast.

This one-horned beast should be the guardian beast of the first gate, under the control of the mind of the demon ghost, he does not know how many years he has guarded this place.

One-horned, one of the 100 great strange beasts of the demon race, among the 100 great strange beasts of the demon race, the strength of the fierce beast is the weakest, the power of the monster is slightly stronger, the power of the alien beast is stronger, and the power of the phantom beast is the most powerful.

"Damn Terran, if you want to pass through the 'Gate of Magic', you must first pass my level!"

The one-horned man stared at all the cultivators with wide and vicious eyes.

"This beast, it's up to me to deal with it one after another. ”

A cultivator shouted, and he had already pounced on the one-horned man.

It was a cultivator of the three major clans who had returned to the Biluo Holy Land, and in the face of the appearance of this fierce beast, he knew that it was time for them to make a move, otherwise, others would treat them as waste.

Since you have surrendered to the Biluo Holy Land, you have to make some achievements to show the superiors of the Biluo Holy Land, otherwise, everyone knows that the Biluo Holy Land does not support idlers.

In front of the successive swoops, there was a one-horned man like an iron tower, he saw the figures flying past one after another, and suddenly let out a strange scream, the burrs all over his body stood up like steel needles, and his eyes were flashing with blood-red demonic energy, and the whole appearance looked very fierce.

Rushing over one after another, he had already taken a breath, just enough to vent on this unicorn, and his body suddenly turned into a mountain and shot towards the unicorn.

On the huge battle platform, the King of Heaven stood at will, his strong figure was like a mountain at this time, and the majestic and vast original qi was blessed on his body, and that powerful oppressive force was that other people could clearly feel the tyrannical factor in it far away.

On the Heavenly Star Path, their slightly weaker strength and the little Holy Lord were really abused enough, if they couldn't rise at this time, I'm afraid that these cultivators wouldn't be able to mix in the Biluo Holy Land.

The few remaining cultivators of the Four Great Clans in the distance all looked at one after another with anticipation in their eyes, hoping that he could raise his eyebrows for them, and in this way, he could be regarded as breathing a sigh of relief for them.

He was successively regarded as the strongest among the foreign disciples here, and the one-horned man he faced was equivalent to the strength of the little holy master of the human race cultivator, so everyone still reported him with predictable results.

The fierce figure of the unicorn was two or three times larger than the successive figures, and its sharp teeth and sharp claws opened at the same time, bursting out with a dark green demonic aura.