However, Wu Tian seemed to have automatically filtered his life in the corpse world for a few days of lingering flowers.

Fly in the middle of a desolate desert.

Dai Zhiqiao was secretly discussing with his master.

"Zhiqiao, have you found it, this is not our world!" The tone of the Demon Sword Sect Ancestor was a little complicated.

"Not our world?" Dai Zhiqiao was stunned for a moment, and then sensed it, the corpse qi floating in the air was equal to other qi, and the other strong qi was as domineering as the corpse qi in the corpse world.

"This is~"

Dai Zhiqiao ran the magic trick, and the evil qi came over, surrounding him, and Dai Zhiqiao obviously felt that the demonic energy was suppressed.

"Evil spirit, this world seems to be the world of evil spirits!" The Demon Sword Sect Ancestor felt it for a moment and said.

"It makes no difference!" Dai Zhiqiao shook his head, after all, in the corpse world, he didn't cultivate corpse qi, he was also suppressed, and this world was just a change of qi.

I'm used to being suppressed, do you still care about being suppressed by what gas?

However, at this very moment.

"Amitabha~"

A Buddha horn sounded, and a monstrous Buddha aura suddenly gushed out from under the desert.

Wu Tian blinked and stopped.

Dai Zhiqiao's heart trembled violently, his face turned pale, the magic knife appeared in his hand, and the demon soul seal was suspended above his head, waiting for him.

"In vain, you can't beat it!" The ancestor of the Demon Sword Sect directly confessed.

"Damn the contract, you can't run away!"

When Dai Zhiqiao saw Wu Tian who didn't run, a wave of grief and indignation welled up in his heart, big brother, you don't have such a trick!

In the desert ahead, the Buddha's energy continued to surge, and a golden figure filled with Buddha's energy slowly rose from the desert into the air.

The Buddha Qi Dao Palace above his head, with golden light shining above his head.

Wearing a robe, he looks like a high-ranking monk.

"Amitabha, the little monk Wanfo Temple Yuanjue, meet the horse!" Yuan Jue folded his hands towards Wu Tian and bowed, not caring at all about Dai Zhiqiao, who was rippling with demonic energy.

"You know me?" Wu Tian blinked, this old monk, he hadn't seen it.

"At the time of the celebration of the Divine Dynasty, the little monk happened to be watching the ceremony in the imperial city, and the image of the horse had already penetrated into the heart of the Buddha!" Yuan Jue smiled with his fingers.

Dai Zhiqiao: "......"

silently put away his demonic energy, as if, this Wu Tian's status is very high?

"Oh! Are you cultivating here? Wu Tian asked curiously.

"No, there are still chaotic grievances under this place, blocking the vigorous growth, and the little monk is combing and crossing, striving to make the grass green here as soon as possible!" Yuan Jue explained.

"Okay, you go ahead!" Wu Tian shook his head, there is no dispute between the good and the devil, and the way of crossing this Buddhism can only be aimed at some special regions!

"Yes!"

Yuanjue gathered the Buddha's qi, bowed from afar, and sank into the ground.

"Let's go!"

Wu Tian shook his head and continued to fly first.

"Oh!"

Dai Zhiqiao quietly followed.

……

Gradually, Wu Tian and the others flew out of the range of the desert.

A small city came into view of the two of them.

Wu Tian took the lead and entered the city first.

Dai Zhiqiao followed, and was talking to the Ancestor of the Demon Sword Sect in his heart.

"Master, something is very wrong with this small town!"

"That's right, there are both good and evil, and there is no strife!"

"This place is abnormal, be careful!"

Dai Zhiqiao's magic knife appeared in his hand again, his eyes staring sharply at the four directions, and he thought about protecting his body.

Wu Tian directly asked passers-by to find a place for fireworks.

Life needs to be enjoyed!

Listening to a little song, tasting a little wine, holding a beauty, it's okay to top it twice.

Wu Tian's face was refreshed.

It is undeniable that Wu Tian was damaged by Liu Xiaoguang in the corpse world!

Dai Zhiqiao, who was acting as a guard outside the door, did not relax, because he saw with his own eyes that a demon cultivator and a Confucian cultivator hooked shoulders, and a ghost cultivator and a righteous person called him a brother and a brother.

It's not right.

Finally.

Someone couldn't help it.

The Demon Sword Sect Ancestor quietly cast a spell, and an illusory light that no one saw flew out of Dai Zhiqiao's body and drilled into the mind of a demon cultivator in the Divine Strange Realm.

"Soul stealing!"

Able to steal the memories of people who have cultivated to be lower than themselves.

Watching the memories of the demon cultivator.

The Demon Sword Sect Ancestor was silent.

Although he is a powerful person for millions of years, and he has also galloped the world and Wia in all directions, but today, what he sees and hears in the evil world has shocked his heart.

Dali Shen Dynasty ......

Suppressing the world......

Peaceful coexistence......

"This world~"

The Demon Sword Sect Ancestor sighed.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Dai Zhiqiao asked curiously.

"See for yourself!"

The Demon Knife Sect Ancestor passed on the stolen memories to Dai Zhiqiao.

"~"

Dai Zhiqiao, who read his memory, couldn't help but exclaim.

Forgive Zhiqiao for being uneducated, and go to the world in a sentence.

The Demon Daomen shook his head helplessly: "Disciple, let me tell you, have time to read more, enhance the cultural heritage, don't just use '' and 'bull' to describe it, you are like this, it's too embarrassing!" ”

Dai Zhiqiao blinked and asked, "Then master, what would you say about this world?" ”

The Demon Sword Sect Ancestor pondered for a moment, and said slowly: "It's too, it's too awesome!" ”

Dai Zhiqiao: "......"

……

After lingering in the land of fireworks for half a day, Wu Tian took Dai Zhiqiao on the road again.

The destination is naturally the Burial Abyss, and all the manifestations of this world are impacting the master and apprentice.

They never imagined that one day they would see an era of peace in which good and evil get along.

"Master, I have an idea!"

Dai Zhiqiao glanced at Wu Tian in front of him and said slowly in his heart.

"What?" The Demon Sword Sect Ancestor asked curiously.

"I want to make our world like this, too!" Dai Zhiqiao's eyes flashed with determination.

"Well, good apprentice, support you for the teacher, do it boldly, every year on the Qingming Festival, the teacher will definitely burn paper for you!" The Demon Sword Sect Ancestor said slowly.

Dai Zhiqiao was very satisfied with the previous words, but he listened to the black line in the back.

"I'm just an idea, not right away!" Dai Zhiqiao rolled his eyes.

"You can find a way to go back first!" The Demon Sword Sect Ancestor said unceremoniously.

"You are really my own master!" In the face of the frontal attack of the Demon Sword Gate Ancestor, Dai Zhiqiao expressed helplessness.