Xue Tong thought deeply, "The corpse demon seems to recognize himself. ”

As long as the news of his bloodline is released, the trouble will be endless, and Xue Tong will wait for two months to find out the truth.

He reluctantly calmed down and took the demon clan's pill to refine qi and condense it.

The elixir of the demon clan and the demon clan has its own demon evil qi, which condenses into a gang after refining qi, promotes physical fitness, and strengthens the protection of the demon protective layer.

……

Six thousand miles away, Ningyang City.

The street in front of the demon mansion is deserted, and the sentry is heavily guarded.

Outside the warning area, trembling came the celebrity monks.

The kobold raised his spear and shouted.

Ren Xiu shuddered and picked up a letter and said: "One day the martial artist, ask the small one to send a letter, and the adults please see it." ”

In the early days of the kobold demon grandmaster, he knew a little about the language of the human race, and he could see that the letter was sealed with a celestial-level prohibition.

He grabbed the letter, waved his hand impatiently, and motioned for the person to get out of the way.

The letter was gradually reported, and it was handed over to the high-level demon cultivators of the government office, and the ban was opened.

The letter was to the effect: Ningyang Cemetery was invaded by the Terrans, and the leader's name was Xue Tong, a celestial man, with a true spirit bloodline, who was a monk who ascended more than 100 years ago and killed the Black Horn Demon King.

Han Yurong's book stirred up a thousand waves, and the letter was immediately sent to the case of the city lord of Ningyang, the Red Tiger Demon Saint.

Han Yurong didn't care about the big trouble, the bigger the matter, the more Xue Tong couldn't get out, and the more he couldn't trouble him.

"How many people know about this?" The Red Tiger Demon Saint asked.

"Only one person only," said the Spotted Wolf Demon King.

"Very good, keep it a secret, and wait for me to report to the Baboon Saint King!"

The Red Tiger Demon resealed the letter and brushed the layer of martial saint bans.

……

Two months have passed, and Xue Tong has returned to the Ningyang cemetery.

The Outer People's Patrol Team is similar to before, and there are no obvious changes.

He cautiously entered the central area, close to the demon camp.

He had stayed in the camp, and when he left, he had arranged more than ten secret rings within a few hundred miles.

Xue Tong first went to a place that he thought was extremely remote, and found that the hidden guard had been breached.

The warning charm adheres to a hundred thin lines, buries an inch in the ground, and extends outward for ten zhang, but whenever people and beasts pass by, breaking the silk thread will make the rune paper black.

"The remote guard is damaged, which means that the demon clan has thoroughly investigated the Ningyang cemetery!"

"Change places, if they are also destroyed, Xue will leave this place!"

Xue Tong changed the location and observed from a distance if there was anything unusual.

The monks were vigilant and mainly visually inspected, observing whether there were abnormal and subtle eddies on the surface and in the air.

"Oh, the warning talisman here, it seems that no one has touched it." Xue Tong judged that the original arrangement was still there.

He took three steps and made two steps, and the grass was lifted.

"Boom!"

Another cyan rune paper!

Rune paper spews black smoke.

Xue Tong lowered his head and rolled out ten zhang in an instant, and the smoke only stained his Gang Demon Protective Layer, causing no damage.

Xue Tong knew that it was by no means so simple.

The master quietly withdrew the dark ring he had arranged and replaced it with a talisman. The technique is clever, and the cultivation is far surpassing!

Black smoke billowed and condensed into one.

The blood-pupiled ghost baboon, the body is ten feet high, and the martial spirit is surging.

Xue Tong propped up his hands and shot backwards in the air.

The ghost baboon's shadow flickered, and the sharp flesh palm grabbed Xue Tongmian fiercely.

Xue Tong was shocked and angry, and punched sharply, with a force of ten percent.

The ghost baboon's claws could not be retracted, and it opened its mouth to spew out a stream of green ghost fire.

The fist power was in the palm shadow, and the Chenxing sword that flew out of Xue Tong's cuffs slashed the ghost fire solidly.

The fists and palms struck, but the ghost fire was split in half, and Chenxing's sword blade almost cut open the ghost baboon's mouth.

The baboons screamed, and the long arms scratched wildly.

Two faint shadows of lightning struck, and the ghost baboon completely ignored the opening of the middle portal.

Summoning evil spirits to attack has always been like this, only attacking but not defending, especially fierce.

Xue Tongchen's star sword protected his body, and he shot backwards again to dodge.

"Whew"

The baboon's claws slashed in front of it.

Xue Tong finally had leisure and put on the four-grade barbarian god fist.

The shadow of the Heavenly Sorrow Fist stood like a snowflake, and the attack speed of the heavy punch was not inferior to that of the ghost baboon, and it scratched fiercely.

Xue Tong doesn't need his real body, he fights with his own strength.

The heavy punch of his four-grade magic weapon, the moment he punched, the shadow of the mountain-like fist was formed, and he did not lose anything in front of the giant palm of the ghost baboon, and he did not fall into the wind with a bang.

More than a dozen rounds in the blink of an eye.

In between Xue Tong's attacking fists, his wrist shook slightly, and the fourteen swords of the second rank flew together, hovering over his head.

The Blood River Patrol Dragon Formation is formed!

"Wow~"

The time has come for the evil spirit to summon, and the blood-pupiled ghost baboon howls violently, spits out the spirit core, and explodes along with the body!

Xue Tong pointed at the formation, and the blood cloud in mid-air suddenly turned into a scaly and shining dragon, roaring and flying.

Boom Boom Avalanche Ground Crack!

The dust and smoke rose in front of Xue Tong's eyes, and the blood mist was surging.

Xue Tong resisted the final blow of the ghost baboon and barely stood still.

Reciting the sword trick, summoning the vulture to soar up.

He wasn't sure who put the evil spirit rune, but he remembered that in the Ningyang War, there was a late-stage demon of the Martial Saint named Baboon Saint King, who joined forces with the Golden Eel Saint King to break through the Hot Wheels Giant Array of Hou Qingdan and others.

"Alarm Baboon, the Sogo Corpse Demon will expose the secret of my bloodline, Baboon Heng may be in the Ningyang cemetery, ambushed near a certain secret ring arranged by Xue!"

"The explosion is hundreds of miles away, and the baboon will arrive immediately!"

Xue Tong was in a cold sweat, flying three thousand feet high on the vulture, such a high place made him feel that he had escaped the cold and fierce gaze of the demon baboon.

After half a cup of tea, there was a gloomy wind in the valley, and there was a tall baboon-faced man with a gloomy face.

The smoke of the explosion had not yet dissipated, and the turbulence left by Xue Tong when he escaped had already been destroyed.

Xue Tong flew back to the bank of the Yan River.

"Xue's true body, in Chongguang Wanyu, and even in Xinyuan, is very widespread, but at that time, Xue had few opponents, and there was no way to refine the Yuan Blood in the human world, so this secret is not particularly important."

"Now that he has arrived in the spirit realm, he is as high-level as a cloud, and he understands the art of refining, Xue's trouble is big!"

"You can't go to Ningyang Cemetery anymore, and the same is true for Hedu, you need to stay away from the demon clan's territory, and even Xiluzhou can't stay."

"The corpse demon can't understand his hatred even if he cuts it with a thousand knives, but it's a pity that Xue doesn't know where it comes from!" Xue Tongxin said.

The situation has taken a turn for the worse!

The Sogo Necro completely disrupted his entire plan.

……

"Ah, this is coming back?"

In the Martial Saint Palace, Hou Qingdan was surprised.

"Xue went to Donglu and attracted the attention of baboons." Xue Tong talked about the experience of the quenching weapon, and the section on the true body of the bloodline was hidden, talking about the corpse demon before being ascensed, and recognized the origin.

"I killed the Black Horn Demon King, my identity was exposed, the baboon is too strong, I can't stay in Luzhou, as long as Xue is not there, there will be no major incident in the Xiashan Sect." Xue Tong said.

Hou Qingdan groaned, "... So you really want to travel far away, and I don't know when you and I will see you again?"

"Baboon Heng will not blatantly go to Xilu to look for people, but he will definitely hire the human race to find out Xue's whereabouts, and Xiashan really can't stay for a long time." Xue Tong sighed.

"And what are you going to do when you come back?"

"Xue's idea is to tell Qingdan, you must be careful, how can you not say hello to such a big event."

Xue Tong lived for half a month, he and Hou Qingdan both knew that they didn't know when they would see each other again today, and they finally dispelled each other's worries, pierced the last layer of window paper, and achieved a good thing for men and women!

……

"How many years can I go back?"

"I need to wait for the baboons and golden eels."

"Is 500 years enough?"

"Almost, you should be careful not to conflict with others because of the expansion of your territory."

"In the Cambrian Seven Thousand Mountains, only one percent of the territory of this sect is occupied, and the husband can actually go to a certain place in the mountains to live in seclusion." Hou Qingdan proposed.

"Xue's resource consumption is extremely high, and he can't live in seclusion for a long time, and it's not realistic for all the resources to be provided by the sect, so it's better to travel and find opportunities to meet his needs." Xue Tong said.

"Do you want to bring some people with you to open up the territory, Hou also has a way back."

"The road ahead is unknown, Xue needs to protect himself first, and he has brought people to tie his hands and feet, which is inconvenient."

"Take these spirit stone pills with you." Seeing that there was no hope of retention, Hou Qingdan took out the prepared storage bracelet and said.

The inner spirit stone pill is worth 600 million, which is about the resources that Xue Tong can enjoy for 30 years as the deputy sect master of Xiashan.

"Okay, Xue will use the pseudonyms of Yang Shijie and Luo Sheng in the future, and the tokens will be collected."

Xue Tong gave a storage bracelet, in addition to Yang Shijie and Luo Sheng's name cards, there were several other pieces of jade, all of which were engraved with marks.

Xue Tong didn't say goodbye to others and left quietly.

……

Ten days later, southwest of Luzhou.

Further south, there is a vast fog area.

Xue Tong looked at the map that Xiao Qianfeng had hidden, and there were very few areas outside Luzhou, and the most detailed volume indicated the number of cities in Muzhou in the south.

"Just Mu Zhou, stay away from the demon clan for 200,000 miles!"

Xue Tong entered the fog area, and his vision was blurred.

The spiritual world is vast, and the two continents of Lumu are only a drop in the ocean. It is rumored that the continents are mostly separated by mist or sea areas, and there are very few monks who travel across continents, and the level of heaven and man is usually regarded as the minimum threshold.

The fog area is about 20,000 miles wide, mostly wetland swamps, the situation is bad, and the water system and soil monsters are dormant.

Xue Tong didn't dare to hold it up, and walked slowly.

It took a month, killing more than ten demon beasts, and it finally became clear in front of him, and it was expected to get out of the fog area.

In the distance, crocodiles roared and shouted killing, as if many people were hunting and besieging.

Xue Tong took a detour and had no intention of asking about idle matters.

……

Eight thousand miles of wilderness behind him.

The southernmost small city on Xiao Qianfeng's map, Baoqin City.

Xue Tong stayed in the city for a few days and found a spiritual shop to sell talismans.

He called himself Yang Shijie, a southerner.

The talisman was sold at a low price, and the owner almost immediately agreed to the consignment, full of interest.

"Yang Tianren is from the south, but he is tired of the war there for many years?" The shopkeeper talked a lot and took the initiative to ask.

"Yes, come out for a walk, ask for a quiet, how do you see the war in the south." Xue Tong said.

"Those big sects have been fighting and killing for hundreds of years for the sake of Chen Sesame and rotten grain, which is really annoying."

"How long does it take to sell talismans?" Xue Tong asked.

"The business of the small shop is average, and it always takes one month or two months."

"Fortunately, Yang lived quietly for two months."

Xue Tong went to the shop every other day to sit down, mixed up with the shop owner, and asked a lot of news.

His cultivation in the "middle stage of heaven and man" is already first-class in the distant town of Muzhou, and the shop owner will inevitably brag behind his back in order to attract business, and the texture of the talisman is first-class, and fifty grandmaster Dacheng-level "Holy Light Law Shield Talismans" are sold out in half a month.

Seeing that it was profitable, the shopkeeper begged Xue Tong on this day, "Senior Yang, can you draw some more talismans?"

"Hehe, Yang doesn't do the talisman business, and if he sells too much, it will affect the local market, and the gain of offending others outweighs the loss." Xue Tong said with a smile.

"At least twenty more drawings, Zheng has an old customer, and he wants to buy the talisman of his predecessors." The shopkeeper begged.

"Forgive me!" Xue Tong waved his hand and refused.

"Would you like to meet with him?" The shopkeeper was unwilling to ask again.

"Oh, the patron has asked Daoyou to match?"

"Well, Wang Yuanwai sincerely invites the Taoist to come."

Xue Tong pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement.

He came to Mu Zhou in order to find an opportunity, since there will be no such event as the monk conference for a while, some people want to see it, why not take advantage of the situation to enter the game?