The green fire and blood red have completely submerged into Chengjun, but the painting dust can't be stopped, bursts of energy, as if inspired by a breath of life, the monk's clothes fluttered, and his whole body also exuded wisps of green light like a silver moon, and he sighed with low eyebrows:

"There is no other shore for the demon flower, why bother to provoke him ......"

The demon monk's eyebrows are picturesque, his head is heavy, the monk's clothes are misty, like a green lotus in the red dust, as if he sighed to himself, "A thousand turns of reincarnation and a withered glory, I will not enter the world, who makes the red dust, it is destined for eternity, since I meet you, I will return......"

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At the same time, at the moment when the Emperor Blood Demon Source entered the body, the bitter sea of life in Cheng Jun's body also seemed to set off a huge wave, like the black sea, but the darkness was shocked by a little light, but it shot out from the hole, piercing a green fire.

Whoosh, a little light in the darkness, like lightning and stone fire, bright in an instant, the emperor's blood demon source was like avoiding snakes and scorpions, and he escaped decisively, "Ahh

The green fire and blood red rushed out at an extremely fast speed, and when he saw the painting dust floating, the light flashed, and he disappeared into the demon monk's body in the blink of an eye.

At the moment when the Emperor Blood Demon Source entered, the corners of the demon monk's mouth curved slightly, revealing a strange smile, "Hehe, I'll fulfill you!"

Huachen's body shook, and a demonic aura permeated his body. The whole body glowed with green light, and a pair of eyes turned dark green like a thousand-year-old demon, floating with forest green fire, staring at two blood pupils, and looking towards Cheng Jun's gloomy forest.

His eyes were full of the terrifying ancient demon of the desolation, and Cheng Jun shivered at that time, but he mustered up his courage and shouted, "Dead demon, quickly leave Huachen's body!"

"Hehe...... hey" Huachen smiled weirdly, and suddenly strode out, jumping away without looking back, as fast as a ghost.

"Painting dust, painting dust, come back quickly......"

Cheng Jun hurriedly chased after him, but everywhere the painting dust went, the demon wind was great, the sand was flying, the dust was rolling, and it was difficult for Cheng Jun to follow up.

He only vaguely saw that Huachen's body was shaking violently, the green fire was raging, and the blood light was intertwined with the green light, and then he heard a miserable cry.

"Could it be that something happened to Huachen!" Cheng Jun had a bad premonition in his heart, although he and Huachen had only met twice, but two times could be regarded as living and dying together, thinking that the little monk was likely to die like this, he felt very uncomfortable.

He gritted his teeth and blasted out a wave of nine fists, forcibly rushing away the rolling dust and sand, disappearing step by step, and the fairy trail ghost step under his feet raised the speed to the extreme, and he was galloping, but he still couldn't catch up with the painting dust.

In his blurred vision, he seemed to see that Huachen's body dried up instantly, while a demonic green lotus swayed and floated.

"Ah~ you, you, you are~ the ...... of the withered glory under the throne of the Green Emperor"

A very miserable cry, almost ethereal, Cheng Jun finally vaguely heard the word "withered glory", and a swaying afterimage of the green lotus disappeared from his sight.

"Difficulty: This old demon body is a green lotus?" Cheng Jun looked at the front helplessly, stunned. Suddenly, several figures brushed through the sky like a rainbow.

"Young Master ......"

They bowed their heads slightly, and the afterglow swept over Cheng Jun, but they didn't stay, and looked hurried, "The young master has shown his body, I'm afraid there will be an accident, chase quickly!"

The light and mist were shrouded, and Cheng Jun couldn't see their faces clearly, but whether they were men or women, they were all out of the dust and bewitching, as fast as a streamer and a rainbow, and hurried by.

Although he was very anxious, he was very helpless to lose it, so he had to continue to move forward in the depths of the ruins, but an old monk in front of him turned his back to him and sat cross-legged on the ground, "Donor, you must have seen my little friend?"

"Who is the little friend that the elder is talking about?" Cheng Jun hurriedly stepped forward, the old monk was motionless, like a rock, but he couldn't get close at all.

He found that he hurriedly walked a dozen steps, and the distance from the old monk had not changed at all, and the old monk seemed to be not in this space.

"Is it just an incarnation?" Cheng Jun stopped, pondering in his heart, not acting rashly. But the monk moved at this time and said, "A thousand turns of reincarnation and a withered glory~"

The old monk is likely to have a great background, Cheng Jun didn't dare to be disrespectful, and asked respectfully: "A thousand turns of reincarnation and a withered glory?"

"Haha, in Shennong's hometown, if you meet Shenzhou to cross to the east, take the heavenly pet Xuanzhan, Hongchen still hopes to keep his hands and wither~"

"Shennong's hometown?" Hearing these words, his heart was suddenly stunned, but he heard it for a while, "Heavenly pet?"

Cheng Jun stepped forward and asked suspiciously, but the figure facing the old monk's back disappeared into the void like a page of dry dust.

"Who is Kurong?"

"In Shennong's hometown, could it be that the five emperors of ancient China, Shennong?" Thinking of this, Cheng Jun's heart swelled, "If that's the case, the old monk can't see that I'm from another world?"

"This?" Cheng Jun was a little afraid, "What is the origin of the old monk?"

"Kurong, Kurong, old monk, you really know how to play dumb riddles!"

Cheng Jun was confused, so he had to continue to move forward, he didn't choose to fly, because at this time, there were figures in the sky from time to time like a rainbow flying shadow, galloping, all of them were undoubtedly strong, and the speed was terrifying, and they all seemed to be rushing in one direction.

"Something must be going on there!" he felt like something big was going on ahead.

But he didn't want to encounter them at this time, after all, he wasn't strong enough. Silently stepping out of the fairy trail in the wilderness, it is also disappearing step by step.

An hour later, he quietly appeared on a high ridge, raised his eyes and looked forward, and was taken aback.

I saw the fire in front of me, the mountain pass was smearing with fire smoke, the magma was boiling, burning half of the sky, rolling up heavy heat waves, like the wind, the smell of gunsmoke.

Many strong people gathered around, and they did not dare to act rashly. There were one or two reckless, and the slightest movement was swept away by the wind of the rock waves, and they were instantly scorched into smoke, and there was not even slag left.

There was a loud bang, the earth shook, and out of the volcanic magma, an ancient object like a spire, the size of a mountain peak, rushed out.

Cheng Jun opened his divine vision and swept away, and found that it was actually a spire rushing out, booming, rock waves flying into the sky, only to see the magma in several places have emerged from the remnants of the pavilion Feiyu, it is conceivable that if the entire ancient tower rushes out, the scale is so grand, it is simply endless.

A flood of ancient aura rushed towards him, as if hundreds of millions of years were flowing in magma, but the spire and Feiyu rose and fell, and did not continue to rush out.

Seeing the ancient tower Yiyu emerge, a group of strong people were as excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and they rushed forward impatiently, but the rock waves were like fire demons, instantly devouring several people, and the two people who barely crossed the ancient tower were twisted into dust by a huge force before they touched the ancient tower.

For a moment, no one dared to step forward, and Zhu Qiang looked nervously at the crater.

The smoke of fire and red dust, the boiling magma, the ancient tower Feiyu is blue and black, like a python like a huge ancient vine entwined in several places, and like a pine and wild cypress in the meantime, like a small world, ancient dust, the brilliance flashes and the green glow is like refining, making people feel that in the ancient atmosphere of the dusty flood, a burst of fragrance is like a green lotus swaying Xulai.

No one knows that this tower has sunk into the ground, and I don't know how many tens of thousands of years it has been, but it is undoubtedly a treasure of Xuan Xiu, and the two worlds of demon cultivation do not want to take it for themselves.

Cheng Jun noticed that around the volcano, there were not only strong people such as Taixuanmen and Wu Xuanzong, but also many strong people of the demon clan who did not often move around the world.