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When he saw that his realm level on the system still hadn't changed, Zhen Yinjian was a little disappointed. He also thought that the demonic qi that had not had much of an amplification effect on him could be absorbed by himself again, which meant that his Heavenly Dao power points could be increased again. Today, it seems, is not the case.

Although he didn't know why the demonic qi that had no effect in the first place could still be absorbed by himself, Zhen Yinjian didn't delve into it. After all, there is not much time left before the appointment, and it is not good for him to delay time here.

Continuing to march in the direction of the Demon Lord's Holy Land, in less than two days, Zhen Yinjian arrived at his destination. The Demon Lord Holy Land is now more magnificent than the last time Zhen Yinjian came to see it, and the entire island is shrouded in black clouds, as if it is covered with a protective coat.

This time when he came to the Demon Lord Holy Land, Zhen Yinjian obviously felt that there seemed to be fewer people on this demon island, and the expressions of the monks on the island were also quite tense and solemn, which was very different from the atmosphere that came before. Although he felt a little surprised, he didn't think much about it, after all, the internal affairs of the Demon Lord Holy Land Sect here, and he didn't care about this as an outsider.

"Is it Zhen Lao Zu? Please, the Demon Lord has been waiting here for a long time. As soon as Zhen Yinjian landed in front of the gate of the Demon Lord Holy Land, a middle-aged monk immediately greeted him.

This middle-aged monk is no more than four or five thousand years old, and his cultivation is also at the peak level of Dao artistic conception, although the tone in this person's mouth is respectful, but the hatred in his eyes betrays him.

Obviously, this welcoming monk was not too friendly to Donghua Yu and maybe even Zhen Yinjian, and he might even have some ghost idea in his heart. Of course, Zhen Yinjian cares about anything for a mere Taoist artist. Even if this person is in the realm of casting gods, there is no pressure on him, not to mention that cultivation is only a Dao artistic conception.

Zhen Yinjian nodded slightly and did not speak, but stood by his side and walked with him to the mountain gate of the Demon Lord Holy Land.

Walking up the mountain steps, Zhen Yinjian saw many monks from the Demon Lord Holy Land looking at him with rather unkind eyes, which made him even more puzzled. Except for cooperating with the Bone Demon Ancestor once, he didn't seem to have any entanglements with the other monks in the Demon Lord Holy Land, why did these people look at him from this perspective?

Could it be because he was the Donghua Imperial Ancestor? But when he first went to the Demon Lord Holy Land, these people didn't have such an attitude?

Thinking of this, Zhen Yinjian felt more and more strange. Of course, although these people are not good-sighted, they have not done anything to bring shame on themselves, and he has not made any extraneous branches.

Zhen Yinjian followed the Indian monk beside him, and without asking anything, he followed him all the way up the steps, passed through the crowd of demon lord holy land monks, came to the welcoming building, and arranged a private room for him.

"Zhen Ancestor, I'm going to tell my ancestor. The middle-aged monk said goodbye, and in the end, he was left alone.

Zhen Yinjian got up and looked at the environment at noon, this elegant room has a huge space, and there are spirit stones inlaid in it, and the spiritual energy in the room is very strong, almost turning into a liquid. Even the tea fruit on the table is full of spiritual energy, even for the monks of the Divine Realm.

Although it is not of much use to a monk in the realm of Zhen Yinjian, it is also an extremely large expense. From this point of view, this time I came, this demon lord of the Demon Lord Holy Land can be regarded as polite.

It's just that Zhen Yinjian smiled slightly, but he was thinking about the matter of the Bone Demon Ancestor in his heart.

This ancestor's invitation to come to the West Demon Palace this time must be a bad intention, and he knows this very well in his heart. As for what he is planning and what means he is going to use, he can't see it yet.

However, his realm was still in such a realm, and naturally he would not be afraid of the intrigues and tricks of the Bone Demon Ancestor. He came here to solve the scourge of the Bone Demon Ancestor, so as not to make Donghua Yu suffer poison.

Now that the welcoming monk has gone back to pray, Zhen Yinjian estimated that it would take a little time, so he sat up and practiced pranayama.

"Open the door, open the door!" There was a violent sound of slamming the door outside the door, and if it weren't for the fact that the stone door of the elegant room was strong enough with the blessing of the inscription, I am afraid it would have been knocked down.

Zhen Yinjian frowned, the noise outside the door continued, obviously there was more than one person, and the roar continued, obviously the person who came was not good. Zhen Yinjian opened the door and immediately saw a crowd of people in front of him, all of whom were monks wearing Xuanshui Bone Snake Sect clothes.

"Are you Zhen Yinjian, who harmed my ancestor?" The first person looks like a young man, with a hairpin in his head, his skin is as white as jade, and his face is gloomy, obviously not good at stubble.

"Who are you, and who is your ancestor?" Zhen Yinjian said with an unkind face.

This person doesn't know where it comes from, and his realm is only at the level of Taoist artistic conception, and he dares to speak like this to him, the ancestor of Donghua Yu, which is simply rampant.

You must know that with Zhen Yin's strength and realm, it is not just any cat or dog that can offend. This person came with a lot of momentum and shouted at so many people, Zhen Yinjian felt that if this guy didn't have the command of the Bone Demon Ancestor, it would be impossible.

"This gentleman's name is Red Demon Martial Arts, and Xuanji Ancestor is my father. Why, do you dare not admit that you harmed my ancestor?" The young monk revealed his identity, his eyes were full of hatred, as if he was about to devour Zhen Yinjian.

Even the many entourages around him looked at Zhen Yinjian one by one.

"Xuanji Ancestor?" Zhen Yinjian's face showed surprise, he didn't expect that the young monk in front of him was actually the son of Xuanji Ancestor. He did vaguely know that Xuanji Ancestor's surname was Red Devil, and since this person claimed to be Red Demon Martial and came with everyone, he was afraid that he might really be the son of Xuanji Ancestor. In this way, these monks wearing the uniforms of the Xuanshui Bone Snake Sect should be the monks of the Northern Corpse Gate.

However, Xuanji Laozi died in the Holy Sepulchre Cave Heaven and was killed by that thousand-foot giant, how could this guy suspect himself?

Zhen Yinjian thought about it and understood that it must have been the Bone Demon Ancestor who framed him in an attempt to provoke right and wrong. After all, during the trip to the Holy Tomb Cave Heaven, many ancestors were killed and injured, and even if you count the Bone Demon Ancestors, only three people survived.

He didn't believe that Wang would dare to frame him, obviously it was this Bone Demon Ancestor who was here to tell right and wrong, trying to kill people with a knife.

It's just a pity that these people really have what they can do to him?

Zhen Yinjian glanced at the monks around him, looking at the monks of the Heavenly Corpse Gate with some disdain in his eyes. These people are all Dao realm cultivators, and their realm status is incomparable, even if thousands of people bombard him, they will not cause him any injuries. It would be naïve for these people to think that they could do something to him!