Mo Kongkong cursed secretly in his heart, and his body turned, trying to quietly bypass the middle-aged Confucian student.

Just as he was about to pass the Confucian students, all kinds of visions suddenly appeared in front of him, and the brilliance flickered and was dazzling.

When he came back to his senses, he was already firmly grasped by the middle-aged Confucian on the shoulder.

"You soul cultivator who killed a thousand knives, where did you come from?" Mo Kongkong scolded angrily, his face full of unwillingness and anger.

The middle-aged Confucian didn't seem to hear his scolding, and looked down at Mo Kongkong, with a curious look in his eyes: "You are the Mo Kongkong who is known as a god without a trace?" The dignified and strong law actually did the act of stealing people's treasures. What did you steal from the Golden Sword Gate this time? ”

Before Mo Kongkong could speak, Jiang Wenjian had already chased in front of the middle-aged Confucian student, let out a sigh of relief, and showed gratitude: "Thank you Daoyou for helping this thief who dared to steal the treasure of this sect." If it weren't for the Daoist friend who appeared in time, I was afraid that he would have escaped again. As he spoke, he saluted the middle-aged Confucian student to show his gratitude.

"I've heard about it, too. My uncle escaped from Raven Ridge, and his family died tragically at the hands of demonized monsters. Listen to him, the demonized demon beast has no demonic nature at all, and it kills people when it sees them, and sucks blood after killing. The more blood is sucked, the more ferocity it will be, the heavier the murderous intent will be, and the more terrifying the power will be. Our Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom once sent two fifth-level demons to suppress it, but the result was one dead and one injured, alas, "A green bull demon said, a trace ......of pain flashed in his eyes.

Mo Kongkong was frightened by his fierce appearance, and hurriedly waved his hand to explain: "Jiang ...... Jiang Daoyou, the Kaitian Golden Gong is no longer in my hands, and I don't know that person. If you want to be angry, don't look for me. ”

Jiang Wenjian shouted angrily, and the anger in his chest burned.

Mo Kongkong was able to break free from the shackles at this moment, and suddenly felt that the golden light was raging in front of him, and his heart sank, and he hurriedly turned into a shadow, rushing left and right in the golden light, and it took a lot of effort to escape from the range of the bombardment.

Whenever there is a powerful demonic demon beast infested, the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance will quickly organize manpower to encircle and suppress the demon beast and strangle the threat in the cradle.

In the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains, a towering stone temple rises from the ground and stands on the top of the mountain.

He was resentful in his heart, but unfortunately he couldn't find any trace of the middle-aged Confucian at all, so he could only take this storage ring and return with hatred.

The Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range, originally the nest of demon beasts, has now become a flood of demonized demon beasts, but thanks to the protection of the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance, it is more peaceful than other areas.

"Just when the man disappeared, this storage ring appeared in my arms, presumably the treasure that the man used to exchange for the Heavenly Golden Hammer. I never take advantage of others, you put away the things, and this matter has nothing to do with me from now on, don't look for me again. ”

Outside the hall, all kinds of demon clans lined up in two long lines, entered the main hall in turn, and knelt down and prayed sincerely.

They wreaked havoc in Zhongzhou, attacking sects and threatening cities, causing many living beings to live in fear.

He shook his head slightly, with a bit of sigh in his voice: "After my father died, this sect lost the protection of the strong man of the Law Phase, and its strength was not as good as before. If I can't break through, the future of the sect is worrying. ”

Looking at Jiang Wenjian's increasingly unkind gaze, Mo Kongkong took out a storage ring from his arms, threw it at Jiang Wenjian casually, and said quickly:

The middle-aged Confucian glanced at the two of them, and his tone was flat but unquestionable: "This seal is related to me, so I will borrow one or two for the time being, and I will return it in the future." ”

I saw a middle-aged Confucian scholar standing in the library, holding a small earthy yellow seal, and his eyes showed a faint sense of appreciation.

Houtu Sect.

"Dog thief, how dare you!"

"And what about later? Which demon king took action to solve this matter? The boar demon asked curiously.

These demonized demon beasts have been stimulated to kill violently, their combat power has doubled, their ferocity has become more intense, and the path to advancement has been greatly shortened.

Jiang Wenjian nodded subconsciously, but then a trace of vigilance surged in his heart.

"I heard that a while ago, a fifth-level demonized monster appeared on the side of Crow Ridge, slaughtering all the creatures within a hundred miles." A boar demon with turned lips and fangs whispered.

Many demon beasts were infected by demonic energy and began to move towards demonization.

The rest of the day can be spent on retreat.

"I'm ashamed to say that the purpose of my coming here is no different from Mo Kongkong." The middle-aged Confucian smiled slightly, and his face showed a little apology.

He was extremely unwilling in his heart, his red eyes scanned the surroundings, and finally his eyes locked on Mo Kongkong, who had not left in time not far away.

The Golden Sword Gate's Heavenly Opening Golden Seal and the Thick Earth Sect's Covering Seal were exactly the targets he had carefully selected from the list of statues.

As soon as his mind moved, he quickly pinched the trick and chanted the mantra, and the golden light law phase behind him appeared out of thin air, and ten thousand golden lights shot out from the law phase, rolling towards the surroundings, bombarding everything around him indiscriminately.

……

However, as soon as the door opened, a strange aura came to his face.

It's just that the supreme treasure of the sect was stolen, how can these pills make up for it?

"Daoyou is very raw, I don't know where it came from? Where do you want to go to the Skylight Mountains? Jiang Wenjian raised his head and carefully glanced at the middle-aged Confucian student, and asked tentatively, a trace of imperceptible vigilance flashed in his eyes.

He Junchen suddenly stopped, turned his gaze to his junior sister solemnly, and said slowly: "Senior sister, I am about to close the pass, unless the law is successful, I will not easily get out of the pass." I will entrust you with all the matters within the sect. Be cautious and listen to the elders, but don't follow them blindly. ”

Although He Junchen was shocked in his heart, he remained calm on his face.

He took a light breath, stepped forward, and arched his hand: "Since it is what the predecessors need, just take it." ”

In addition, the remnants of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom have also been reined in a lot, and they are no longer reckless.

On the stone path of the secret vault of the sect, the sect master He Junchen walked side by side with his junior sister.

"Since the fall of the two demon kings, the Dianpeng King and the Flame Wolf King, our Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom has easily not dared to send the demon king to attack again. After all, the losses are too great for us to afford. The green bull demon shook his head and said bitterly.

"Arcana? But the legendary golden gem? The middle-aged Confucian raised his eyebrows slightly and asked.

At this time, outside the mountain gate, the middle-aged Confucian had recovered his true appearance, and it was Yuan Ming.

His back was already soaked with cold sweat, and he was also afraid for a while.

Jiang Wenjian was slightly stunned when he heard this, and before he came back to his senses, he saw the middle-aged Confucian lightly raise a palm, and a brilliant golden light shot out from somewhere on Mo Kongkong's body, instantly turning into a short sword, and falling steadily into the hands of Confucian Sheng.

"Senior sister, do you know why I'm in a hurry to break through the retreat?"

As soon as He Junchen raised his hand, his fingertips flowed with mysterious spells, and with a flash of light, the door of the secret vault slowly opened.

"Let's borrow one or two and take my leave."

"Senior brother, how sure are you of this retreat breakthrough?" The junior sister looked at He Junchen worriedly and asked softly.

"Senior sister, rest assured, I have been preparing for this for hundreds of years, although I dare not say that it is foolproof, but at least sixty percent sure. It's just that during my retreat, if there is no strong person in the sect, I am afraid that something will happen. Fortunately, if you can refine the earth-covering seal left by your father, you should be able to deter Xiaoxiao. He Junchen smiled slightly and said with relief.

At that time, he will be able to possess the object and perceive its true meaning.

As the team slowly advanced, the demon clans close to the main hall became more and more silent, as if they were shocked by some kind of majesty.

On the Zhongzhou Continent, demonic qi quietly breeded, gradually eroding every inch of land.

The middle-aged Confucian nodded slightly, casually threw out a storage ring, and his figure disappeared in a puff of light smoke.

"Her Majesty the Empress has great powers, and she is blessed by the Ten Thousand Demon Emperor, and only she can protect our Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom." The green bull demon exclaimed.

"Yes......" the boar demon sighed, "If there is no Demon King's action, then you can only rely on Her Majesty the Empress." ”

A look of satisfaction flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, and he shook his short wedge slightly, and then the silver moon mark at the center of his eyebrows flickered, and his figure dissipated like smoke, and soon disappeared.

……

On the short mace, the brilliance is brilliant, and under the sweep of the divine thoughts, you can feel a palpitating spiritual pressure.

As they spoke, the two of them arrived at the door of the vault.

The former contains the true meaning of the Golden Emperor, and the latter contains the true meaning of the Earth Emperor.

Their expressions are solemn, no different from when the human race worships the immortals.

He lifted his invisibility, turned into a streamer, and galloped away into the distance.

And those demon clans in the middle and end of the line were hesitant, whispering in twos and threes.

After some catharsis, Jiang Wenjian's anger subsided slightly, but when he looked around, there was still no trace of the middle-aged Confucian student.

With a slight wave of his robe, he returned to his original appearance.

The temple is brightly lit, illuminating a statue of the Demon Emperor holding a long sword, and the light and shadow are intertwined, creating a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.

Jiang Wenjian caught the storage ring, swept his mind, and found that there were many rare pills hidden in it, which were of great value.

Now, he had collected the cultivators and spiritual treasures that contained the true intent of the emperor level in advance, and he was fully prepared for his future cultivation.

"Then what are you doing with this storage ring! Do you want to see my jokes? Jiang Wenjian shouted angrily.

After that, Mo Kongkong was afraid of being angered, and his body flickered, turning into a shadow and quickly running away.

He Junchen kept a bowed posture, and it was not until his senior sister gently pulled his sleeve that he slowly straightened up, took a deep breath, and a trace of complicated emotions flashed in his eyes.

Time flies, and sixty years have passed in a blink of an eye.

As a result, the monks near the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains were able to live and work in peace and contentment in this land, and the Nineteen Cities became more and more prosperous and became a rich land.

As his formation cultivation reached level seven, the speed of refining the Heaven Stealing Ding had also increased significantly, and it only took another two or three years to refine the Heaven Stealing Ding to a hundred layers of prohibition.

Like them, there are not a few demon clans who tell the trivial matters of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range.

Everyone is afraid, each has its own melancholy, and also has its own expectations, looking for their own way of survival when this troubled world comes.

(End of chapter)