In the southwest of Daze, there are many sandbanks, shoals, reefs, and the crane nest on it, and the sound is loud every day, loud and clear.

There is a big island in the middle of the water, hundreds of zhang in circumference, abruptly rises, if the sky comes up, it gives birth to nine holes, there are several people, and the bottom is not visible. The island is surrounded by deep clouds and fog all the year round, the high cliffs are steep, the ancient trees are lush, only the nine orifices are stacked from time to time, and the sound of ding dong is like the sound of heaven.

Wen Zhong has long sleeves fluttering, standing above the water, his eyes are deep.

The map of the Wen family records clearly, this island seems to be tall, but in fact it is hollow, hooking the earth, leading to the nine secluded, immeasurable. The nine holes on the island are the nine passages, which are the gateways to the underground world.

Standing on the water surface, sometimes you can see the colorful light in and out of the nine holes, although this place is a dangerous place, but it breeds more treasures of heaven and earth, many monks come here to hunt for treasures, seek opportunities. Although nine deaths are life, if you get it, you will ascend to the sky in one step, and it will be a veritable big risk and a big gain.

Not every monk has a steady stream of family support behind them, and the monks who can be distracted and single-mindedly seek eternal life on the road will always be the majority.

Wen Zhong took a light breath, urged the flying magic weapon, and went up to a mountain hole.

Go inside for three or four miles, turn to the west, the mountains and rocks are craggy, the clear spring is gargling, and there is a sound of murmuring. Gradually feel that the terrain tends down, the water washed snow stone in the cave protrudes into a platform, the grass and trees hang on it, there are many strange flowers and plants, the stone milk is watered, the fragrant wind blows, everywhere endlessly.

Go down further, sometimes there are mountains and rocks blocking the road, etching out all kinds of wind holes, the mountain wind mixed with the air of the nine shadows blows, whining and whining, as if the ghost is crying wolf.

I don't know how long, I only feel that the body sinks, and when I reach the bottom of the cave, suddenly there is a ray of light falling from the sky, like a half moon, and it is obtained in the darkness, like a pearl hanging high, and the room is full of brilliance. Seeing such a beautiful scenery, Wen Zhong instead became vigilant, stretched out his hand and took out the Panlong Great Seal from his sleeve bag, and sacrificed it in the air, the Panlong Great Seal was a magic weapon given by the Beihai Dragon Palace this time, and the Dao Dao Qingguang hung down like a Yingluo, protecting the body.

The Great Seal of the Coiling Dragon is a high-grade magic weapon, which can condense the shadow of the dragon, which is unbreakable, although it does not have the slightest attack ability, but the defense power is amazing.

This has reached the entrance of the underground world, not to mention the ferocity of the demon bred by evil qi and so on, and there are many ruthless monks who have started to rob here, which is haunting and unguardable. Many monks did not die in danger, but died at the hands of these monks who claimed to be hunters.

Sure enough, as soon as he entered the underground world, his eyes suddenly darkened, and more than a dozen cold rays arrived in front of him in an instant, and the sound of breaking the sky pierced people's eardrums.

Hearing Zhong snorted coldly, the great seal of the coiling dragon on the top of his head was full of light, and the wisps of blue light hung down, turning into a dragon, opening his mouth and sucking it. Bang bang, more than a dozen finger-length nails fell to the ground, generally the size, the tips of the nails flashed blue, obviously quenched with poison.

"Hum," before he could catch his breath, he heard the bowstring vibrate, and the three arrows flew in the shape of a finished glyph, and the force was heavy, as if throwing a spear.

"It's too much to deceive people," Wen Zhong dodged the three long arrows with the help of the Great Seal of the Coiling Dragon, and his heart was furious, and the spiritual light of the Heavenly Palace Yuan shone brightly, blessing on the Heavenly Eye.

With the help of the spiritual light of Tiangong Yuan, Wen Zhong clearly saw that on the stone platform on the upper right of his body, a woman wearing a red cloak and amazing legs was holding a hard bow and carrying a long sword, and the whole person was curled up, without any breathing, like a clay statue.

"I don't know whether to live or die," Wen Zhong sacrificed the long sword of the Biluo Autumn Cicada, six sword lights flew out, and the sword light fell like a star, attacking the key points of the girl in red respectively. The girl in red never thought that she had been found in her place, and in the face of the swift sword like thunder, her beautiful eyes showed obvious consternation.

However, the girl in red was a ruthless character who survived in the underworld, and she regained her calm in an instant, dancing with a half-human-high hard bow in her hand, trying her best to resist the sword.

"Ah, my aunt remembers you," in the scream, the girl in red performed a retreat, and the whole person was like a red line, turning the mountain and rock, and disappeared, leaving only a few blood flowers on the original stone platform, which was very eye-catching.

The sword is too fast, too sudden, Rao is red-clothed girl is also an experienced person, she was also injured, and had to retreat temporarily, Wen Zhong put away the Biluo Autumn Cicada long sword, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he was a little surprised, he was almost foolproof in a blow that did not do his best, and the escape method performed by the red-clothed girl behind was even more amazing, like a glimpse.

"Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in the underground world, not to be underestimated, is it a member of the demon race? This underground world is controlled by the Demon Race and the Authentic Heavenly Venerable of the Four Heavenly Venerables. ”

With a sigh, Wen Zhong continued to move forward, becoming more and more careful.

Perhaps it was a good fortune, but there was no wave along the way, and it reached the underground world smoothly. The underground world is vast and boundless, with continuous mountains, rushing and roaring dark rivers, and many unknown vegetation growing on the dark earth, shining brightly and starry.

Quiet, serene, heavy.

At first glance, there was almost no difference from the surface world, but the next incident immediately made Wen Zhong realize that this place was the underground world of the monk's mouth step by step crisis.

A hideous yin demon emerged from the ground, smiling strangely, or with three legs, or horns on his head, or two heads and eight tails, all fierce and brutal, murderous.

Yin Demon is a kind of demon bred by the evil spirit of the underground, thirsty for killing, although the strength of a single is weak, but usually in groups, rushing up, gathering and scattering, pervasive, very difficult.

"You're out of luck if you run into me." Wen Zhong smiled coldly, and sacrificed the heaven-turning seal, and the blue lotus phantom bloomed in the void one after another, hanging down thousands of green silks visible to the naked eye.

The green silk is all over the sky, and the brilliance is flowing.

Hundreds of Yin Demons didn't say a word, and they all turned into white smoke and disappeared.

The power of the seal of the sky, strong to the strong.

Having such a great killer to restrain demons is also an important reliance for daring to come to the underground world.

As soon as the Yin Demon died, a black cloud suddenly rolled in, and as soon as it landed, it turned into a tall and mighty demon, covered in black scales, with bone spurs on his back, and a pair of blood-red eyes that concealed endless ferocity.

"It's the Yaksha underground," Jing Younan's eyes moved, slightly surprised.

It is said that at the time of the Great War of the Ten Thousand Races, countless strong men fell, and their essence and blood were sprinkled deep underground, fused with the evil qi, evil energy, yin energy, etc., and after countless years, many powerful and evil races were bred, and the Yaksha was one of the most famous, a large clan among the demons.

Yaksha has already opened his spiritual intelligence, his physical body is condensed, and his sword is difficult to hurt, which is far from being comparable to the demon of Yin Demon, who only has a killing nature. They also inherit the secret method in the bloodline, which can stimulate potential, which is very terrifying, and the powerful Yaksha King can even compete with the powerhouses of the Heavenly Palace Nine Heavens Realm.

It can be said that the Yaksha clan is a fairly powerful race, although it is difficult to cultivate to an extremely high level due to innate limitations, but it is definitely a hegemon in the underground world.

"Truly," in the midst of the strange laughter, Yaksha pulled out a bone knife, and a swift step had already rushed to Wen Zhong, the cold sword light up, and the demonic sounds that disturbed people's hearts and souls followed, wave after wave.

The Yaksha's bone knife was conceived by itself, a part of the body, and a rune prohibition was naturally born on it, which could be called a magic weapon. Because of this, the Nakshatra drives the bone knife, as with the arm, incredibly flexible.

"So fast,"

Wen Zhong only felt that the cold was dazzling, and he didn't have time to dodge at all, so he could only use a finger of his hand to turn the sky and release all kinds of light, forming a thunderous phantom, trying his best to resist.

Collapse, collapse, collapse,

A loud and crisp pop sounded as the bone knife and the Heaven-Turning Seal collided together, making a sound like grinding teeth.

"What a powerful Yaksha," Wen Zhong was secretly frightened, this Yaksha should be the powerhouse of the Yaksha clan, at least there is also the cultivation of the Seven Heavens of the Heavenly Palace, the sudden three swords, the strength is extremely strong.

Realizing that it was not enough to be beaten passively, he heard the bell whistle, and the seven heavenly palaces appeared, and the thirty-six thunder true qi turned into a thunder circle and wrapped around the arm of the Yaksha.

Thunder and flames soar into the sky, scorching and masculine.

"Huh," Yaksha let out a painful wail, his body retreated sharply, the thunder true qi was just to the yang, the most domineering, and the lethality of the race condensed by the evil qi of the underground world like it was amazing.

"Ten steps to control the sword,"

Wen Zhong would not let go of such a good opportunity, and the long sword of the Biluo Autumn Cicada suddenly appeared above the head of the Yaksha and stabbed straight down.

"Huh? What a hard head, "Wen Zhong was taken aback, a sword was sharpened, sparks flashed wildly, there was no meritorious service, and the swords around the Yaksha were difficult to hurt, and it was really not to be underestimated.

"The sword is full of energy," one blow didn't work, Wen Zhong shot, and six sword rays flew out like snowflakes, stabbing at Yasha's eyes, ear holes, mouth and nose and other weak places.

At this moment, Yaksha suffered a great sin, and the sword was unstoppable, and it only cared about protecting its own critical places, and the bone knife could not be used, and the group was forced to retreat.

"Thunder true qi, purify evil things." Seeing this situation, Wen Zhong completely let go, flying sword in one hand, hovering up and down, thunder mana in the other, masculine and intense, two means of flanking back and forth, tightly entangled with Yaksha.

"Whew,"

Yaksha was accidentally hit by the thunder true qi again, and the green smoke from the wound came out, and he screamed in pain.

Just as Wen Zhong was considering whether to sacrifice the Heaven Turning Seal to deliver the final blow to Yaksha, nine sword lights that tore through the atmosphere appeared on top of Yaksha's head like thunder, turning into a sword array, enveloping the entire Yaksha in the blink of an eye.

The sword aura is vertical and horizontal, and the wind and rain are impervious.

Dao Dao blood light collapsed, and Yaksha wailed desperately, after all, he couldn't stop the fierceness of the sword qi, and he couldn't breathe.

"Who?" Wen Zhong turned around, and saw a young girl in her twenties standing not far away, with thin eyebrows and red lips, delicate skin, and a plain white robe, embroidered with the cloud pavilion tower, surrounded by pure air, and fluttering out of the dust.